sebbiesolace

[sebbiesolace]

i could. finger pointing up. fucking spam you with silly asks. -mod

(I feel so whiny and annoying wishing for more people in ask boxes but also I suppose it makes sense to have a drought considering a lot of recent fandom drama)

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peace out, this acc is dead now or something.

Okay, so to be clear, ion dislike any of y'all, but I shouldn't be getting asks abt the devs, specifically Zerum, i stg its always asks abt her, when its.. a rule to not ask abt it. Y'all are strange. Its a fictional character, she can selfship, I can make an insane AU. I've pretty much.. entirely lost interest in Pressure atp. The community is genuinely, veritably annoying, to the point of harassing a bunch of nobodies on the web. I don't play Pressure anymore, I don't have any interest at all, and it is entirely bc just... The devs and the community could not interact normally. Strange to see. In theory it's a fun game, it's just... I don't have any want to play it anymore. Lost interest. Anyways, y'all take care or something, I'm outta here. Merry shitscram

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[Before breach is what I'm intending, first time asking with an actual idea to start out with.]

A human or something that looked mostly human had begun to start working with the staff there. Although he seemed to hate eye contact, the guards were quite uneasy around them. There's nothing much to be of alarm unless you count the blackened hands and sharp nails. Although it just seems to climb up to the arms and fade to a normal skin color. He's never really spoken unless needing to. A few visits or what he'd probably think of such. The human looked up at Sebastian for just a second.

"Hello."

(This is really cool! sorry but i will not respond.)

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Put you under an extra large Hydraulic press. Confess your past mistakes or be crushed <3

"So many."

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*Outside the window to Sebastian's Cell, a twisted silhouette emerges. It looks like it's melting, coated in black ooze. Warped eyes and maws open and are absorbed back into its seemingly liquid body. A familiar mask sits upon it's “face”, but it's... different. Mutated, the same way the rest of it is. You could swear you know who this is, but… you can’t quite put your finger on it.*

*It taps upon the glass, before writing a message on the window, using the ooze covering it.*

“Hello Sebbie”

*He wipes it clean, before scrawling another message.*

“You may not remember me but I remember you”

*It pauses, before leaning in.

“You have a bright future ahead of you Cipher”

*The… Thing’s… smile can be seen underneath the mask.*

“Would you like to take a look?”

*It snaps its fingers, and the hallway is strewn in red. Gore and viscera coats the walls, and evicerated corpses are hung on display.*

“Isnt it beautiful?”

*It widens it’s dripping arms, displaying a memorial of death and dismemberment.*

“Ive seen your past Sebastian”

*Dripping, flowing, twitching.*

“Your future too”

*The faces emerging from the figure’s body open up in soundless cries*

“This should be right up your alley”

*It pauses, wracked by a silent coughing fit. Dark bile spills out the mouth of the mask.*

“I think that means well get along a lot better too”

*it wipes away the ooze dripping from its mask*

“Better than the last one at least”

*the figure wipes that message away quickly, as if it was written on impulse.*

“Unimportant”

*it regains its composure quickly, but even past the casual sadism, you get the feeling it knows something deeper.*

“Anyways

Ill be seeing you again

Very soon :)”

*The lights in the hall flicker, and it’s as the figure was never there.*

(same w/ this. just wanna share bc its cool as hell)

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“Me, a monster? What gave you that idea?”

*Parker lurches to the side, dodging a swipe of Sebastian’s claws.*

“The blood on my hands, the life sentences, fact that I’m down here?”

*He lunges forward, driving a knife into Seb’s side.*

“I just want what’s coming to me, Cipher. I want what we all want.”

*His voice is steady as he swings his axe, severing muscle from bone.*

“Something new, something special. Something that makes this sorry existence we live in feel real.”

*Sebastian shoves Parker off of him as he rips the hatchet from Seb’s shoulder.*

“Mmgh- Even if you kill me, what happens next? You’re not destined for a quiet life, Seb. Retirement, a nice sunny beach with a lei and a piña colada? That’s not in the cards and you know it. But I can offer you something more.”

*The walls creak and shudder around them.*

“One of us can leave, one of us can die, and our legacies will either be continued up above… or erased, their names and memories forgotten. Dying’s not on the agenda for me, but you… you have such potential.”

*A chunk of ceiling falls, pinning Sebastian to the floor as Parker gets to his feet.*

“Your future is bright, can’t you see it? Your future is lined with death, madness, and suffering, dancing to the tune of forces you can’t control.”

*The guise of restraint and civility he wore on your first meeting has been utterly shattered.*

“It is a gift. Your hands, washed clean of conscience. Your actions, no longer your responsibility. You will be untethered, unburdened, like me. Free to inflict yourself upon the world, without any repercussions. All you need to do… is let go, and you will be free. Or… you could, if you were luckier than me. You could do anything you want.”

*He stalks closer.*

“No Reasons.”

*His Axe scrapes against the ground.*

“No Excuses.”

*He raises it above his head, it shines in the light. The sound of twisting metal rings around the two.*

“Just-“

*The floor buckles, collapsing underneath him. And for the first time, as Parker Levi falls to the endless depths, Sebastian sees that haunting smile finally fade.*

(i just wanna share this fuckin awesome writing. )

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Either timestamp

What’s ur type asking for myself

”Genuinely evil first dimensional triangles. Or, secondarily, literally anyone that treats me with basic decency.”

“….Wait what do you mean asking for yourself.”

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[When she opened the bag, it was made... more then clear what the entity was. Voidmass had made its way into the bag, having eaten away at most of the person, leaving chunks of flesh and bone almost floating in the mixture.]

[It smelled like a half-decayed corpse as well, the acrid scent clinging to the body like flies to, well, a corpse.]

"Heh-"

[The masked individual turned on their heel to leave the room, silently snickering at a succesful 'prank.']

[There was the noise of the lab door opening, with heavy footsteps following. ]

"Hey, Handler told me that you're the one that deals with bodies?"

[Whoever came in set down a large bag on CJs desk, a sloshing noise emanating from the tarp. They tapped the desk, pausing and stretching their arms.]

"Hope so, cause we got one for ya. Rabbit told me to not tell ya how we found 'em."

CJ looked up from her desk. She was holding a freshly cleaned skull. She looked at the bag but...

That slooshing sound.... It sounded gross to her.. She lazily looked at them as she set the skull down..

"What's with the slushie sound from the bag... And I kinda need some detail of where you found this victim.."

She said as she leaned back in her seat while crossing her arms. She looked at the person who walked into her lab.

"I honestly don't care if you lie or whatever. But I need something to go off of when I examine this person."

[sebbiesolace]

Hi! Return the favor and hit pre-breach Sebbi back with miku death ray :]

- @voice-o-fallacy

calne ca(left

sakura miku(right)

[sebbiesolace]

(Post breach)

The person came over. It never spoke, simply handing the many files it had. The woman seemed to have been here longer. She took nothing from Sebastian and only gave the assets. Did she not want anything?

"Don't you... want anything?"

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*slides bitiun over to Seb *

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

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Kissing Sebbi on the snout <3 <3

"What if you... didn't."

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[It only took a few minutes for Cradle to get to the Blacksite basecamp, kicking open crates and putting Weed and Bebe in them. For once, it was gentle, reachingo ut to give them both headpets, before closing the crate doors with a resounding 'clunk'.]

"Your pauldron REEKS of that orange guy."

"Allo."

"Whatever. Clean it off."

"No. Fuck off."

[Deaths Door paused, kicking Cradle in the shin, before walking off.]

"Suit yourself, o' glorious leader. I have some Squiddles to kill."

"Good. You have 13 on your plate."

[Cradle sat down, once again rubbing at its forearm, where Allo had landed a hit. Surely Kraken wouldn't kill him- Surely he would share a shred of mercy.]

[He wouldn't. He was teamed up with the rest of them.]

[Would he? What if he wasn't?]

The water was always bitingly cold, no matter how much, how often, Allo swam through it. His kitchen was running low on some ingredients, though, so… It wasn’t optional, to search the Blacksite. It was all too necessary.

What he couldn't have expected, though, was to be met with an all-too-familiar sight. Cats Cradle, the soldier that had attacked him only days previous, along with 2 others.

So it wasn’t alone.

The three were chatting amongst themselves, the one with purple armor and Cradle almost screaming at each other, whereas the one in green was dead silent, leaning into the conversation nonetheless.

There was a locked chest, with what appeared to be ink seeping out of it, along with a collected mass of… research. Just research. Crates worth of it. And all the while, none of them were even looking in Allos direction, seemingly focused on…. Whatever they were talking about. It was hard to listen to them, with just how.. Loud, they were.

(sorry for taking the reins for a sec <:3)

(your good buddy :3)

Allo was puzzled , confused the right word that definitely fit would be bamboozled. He recognized CC easily. He was still sour at how he was treated especially the pain of tongues healing.

He glanced about trying to see if there was a way out besides the watery path he took and not wanting to be busted. He swam slowly going behind the nearest debris hunkering down and trying to see what he could over hear on this group.

He wouldn't stay long but it would be nice to know why the fuck these people were here.

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"Hey, hey-"

[It re-adjusted its grip on the creatures, folding Weeds legs against its abdomen, switching Bebe to be held in the same arm, gently prying the file out of Bebes claws and tucking it into the bag on its waist.]

"There, now you two are right next to each other- Will you calm down, now? Need to get you to basecamp and crate you-"

[Cradle seemed to ignore Weeds obvious fury and Bebes fear alike, sighing and shaking its head. Surely the animals would calm down, just like the others- It wasn't looking forwards to the trek with the two noisemakers.]

"You know Pandemonium is going to hear you, and is going to kill all three of us of you keep making noise."

[Underneath the visor, it frowned-Cradle didn't want to scare them, really, it just wanted to bring them to the camp safely-]

[It wanted to keep them. It wanted to keep them. It wanted to keep them. It deserved to keep them.]

[Surely Handler would let it keep them.]

The water was always bitingly cold, no matter how much, how often, Allo swam through it. His kitchen was running low on some ingredients, though, so… It wasn’t optional, to search the Blacksite. It was all too necessary.

What he couldn't have expected, though, was to be met with an all-too-familiar sight. Cats Cradle, the soldier that had attacked him only days previous, along with 2 others.

So it wasn’t alone.

The three were chatting amongst themselves, the one with purple armor and Cradle almost screaming at each other, whereas the one in green was dead silent, leaning into the conversation nonetheless.

There was a locked chest, with what appeared to be ink seeping out of it, along with a collected mass of… research. Just research. Crates worth of it. And all the while, none of them were even looking in Allos direction, seemingly focused on…. Whatever they were talking about. It was hard to listen to them, with just how.. Loud, they were.

(sorry for taking the reins for a sec <:3)

(your good buddy :3)

Allo was puzzled , confused the right word that definitely fit would be bamboozled. He recognized CC easily. He was still sour at how he was treated especially the pain of tongues healing.

He glanced about trying to see if there was a way out besides the watery path he took and not wanting to be busted. He swam slowly going behind the nearest debris hunkering down and trying to see what he could over hear on this group.

He wouldn't stay long but it would be nice to know why the fuck these people were here.

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"Hey, I'm not here to hurt you, little guys-!!"

[Its motions portrayed anything but, however, as it lunged forwards, wrapping its arm around Weed, trapping its raptorial claws against its body.]

[One down]

[One more to go.]

[Cradle shushed the... thing, in its arms, petting its head with its free hand as it followed after Bebe, humming softly as it went along. A lullaby, perhaps, or perhaps just something to fill the silence.]

"Now come on out, yeah...?"

[It lifted up the beanbag, looking at the tardigrade-like organism. It cocked its head to the side, moving slowly and reaching out, the slow movement quickly morphing into a lightning-fast strike as it scooped up Bebe.]

"Lets get you little guys topside, yeah...? Sure you'd like to be nice 'n comfy in a bed, instead of.. whatever that is."

The water was always bitingly cold, no matter how much, how often, Allo swam through it. His kitchen was running low on some ingredients, though, so… It wasn’t optional, to search the Blacksite. It was all too necessary.

What he couldn't have expected, though, was to be met with an all-too-familiar sight. Cats Cradle, the soldier that had attacked him only days previous, along with 2 others.

So it wasn’t alone.

The three were chatting amongst themselves, the one with purple armor and Cradle almost screaming at each other, whereas the one in green was dead silent, leaning into the conversation nonetheless.

There was a locked chest, with what appeared to be ink seeping out of it, along with a collected mass of… research. Just research. Crates worth of it. And all the while, none of them were even looking in Allos direction, seemingly focused on…. Whatever they were talking about. It was hard to listen to them, with just how.. Loud, they were.

(sorry for taking the reins for a sec <:3)

(your good buddy :3)

Allo was puzzled , confused the right word that definitely fit would be bamboozled. He recognized CC easily. He was still sour at how he was treated especially the pain of tongues healing.

He glanced about trying to see if there was a way out besides the watery path he took and not wanting to be busted. He swam slowly going behind the nearest debris hunkering down and trying to see what he could over hear on this group.

He wouldn't stay long but it would be nice to know why the fuck these people were here.

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[Cradle shuddered at the thought of what Kraken would do to Allo, but nonetheless... The trio still had work to do. Back in the Blacksite.]

[It sent a call out to Deaths Door, and to Rabbits Foot, a silent summons to meet back at the submarine.]

[Not like it could go into the Blacksite alone.]

"We JUST got back up, prick."

"And we still have more work and you know it."

"..."

"They upped quota again."

-Stop-

"They're sabotaging us."

"What else is new?"

[Rabbit stood up abruptly, shoving the other two into the seats on the submarine.]

-S-T-O-P-

"..... Fine."

[The rest of the submarine trip was quiet, the trio dispersing almost immediately once the sub docked.]

[Cradle returned to Allos kitchen, re-tracing its steps perfectly, the thick dust leaving bootprints from earlier. The kitchen felt empty without the furious sea angel, the shadows creeping in so, so much more. It walked around the kitchen, eventually stumbling upon Bebe and Weed, dropping into a crouch and creeping closer- What were these things?]

The water was always bitingly cold, no matter how much, how often, Allo swam through it. His kitchen was running low on some ingredients, though, so… It wasn’t optional, to search the Blacksite. It was all too necessary.

What he couldn't have expected, though, was to be met with an all-too-familiar sight. Cats Cradle, the soldier that had attacked him only days previous, along with 2 others.

So it wasn’t alone.

The three were chatting amongst themselves, the one with purple armor and Cradle almost screaming at each other, whereas the one in green was dead silent, leaning into the conversation nonetheless.

There was a locked chest, with what appeared to be ink seeping out of it, along with a collected mass of… research. Just research. Crates worth of it. And all the while, none of them were even looking in Allos direction, seemingly focused on…. Whatever they were talking about. It was hard to listen to them, with just how.. Loud, they were.

(sorry for taking the reins for a sec <:3)

(your good buddy :3)

Allo was puzzled , confused the right word that definitely fit would be bamboozled. He recognized CC easily. He was still sour at how he was treated especially the pain of tongues healing.

He glanced about trying to see if there was a way out besides the watery path he took and not wanting to be busted. He swam slowly going behind the nearest debris hunkering down and trying to see what he could over hear on this group.

He wouldn't stay long but it would be nice to know why the fuck these people were here.

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"... Okay."

[Cradles voice wavered, despite the mild sedative already in its system from a few minutes ago. It stared at Allo for a few seconds, before turning heel and leaving.]

[It preferred the Blacksite to this place.]

[It wanted its teammates.]

[.... It felt bad.]

[Allo had pets in the Blacksite.]

[..... It should feed them next time it went down.]

The water was always bitingly cold, no matter how much, how often, Allo swam through it. His kitchen was running low on some ingredients, though, so… It wasn’t optional, to search the Blacksite. It was all too necessary.

What he couldn't have expected, though, was to be met with an all-too-familiar sight. Cats Cradle, the soldier that had attacked him only days previous, along with 2 others.

So it wasn’t alone.

The three were chatting amongst themselves, the one with purple armor and Cradle almost screaming at each other, whereas the one in green was dead silent, leaning into the conversation nonetheless.

There was a locked chest, with what appeared to be ink seeping out of it, along with a collected mass of… research. Just research. Crates worth of it. And all the while, none of them were even looking in Allos direction, seemingly focused on…. Whatever they were talking about. It was hard to listen to them, with just how.. Loud, they were.

(sorry for taking the reins for a sec <:3)

(your good buddy :3)

Allo was puzzled , confused the right word that definitely fit would be bamboozled. He recognized CC easily. He was still sour at how he was treated especially the pain of tongues healing.

He glanced about trying to see if there was a way out besides the watery path he took and not wanting to be busted. He swam slowly going behind the nearest debris hunkering down and trying to see what he could over hear on this group.

He wouldn't stay long but it would be nice to know why the fuck these people were here.