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// hey people! sorry for the inactivity, I'll be starting up the blog again soon enough. been busy recently with outside stuff :) sorry for the wait!! stay tuned ~ :D //

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.... (Let's intrusive thoughts win)

Out of the blue, an expendable chucks a brightly glowing blue-purple orb against the ground. Once the contact is made, the orb combusts loudly into bright flashes of blinding light as it make sound of sizzling, crackling, and zaps of electricity. The expendable flees, though unlikely to survive by any means if shot by Sebastian.

..The expendable was being curious if this would be worse than a flash beacon. It even blinded the expendable.

(Specifically the flashbang from Rain World. It's bad enough to stun and confuse certain enemies in the game.)

He flinched, letting out a sound of agony as his arms come out to try and protect and shield himself from the bright light. He didn't say a word outside of something that sounded like a pained whimper, clutching his eyes so tight he'd almost be clawing at himself.

It hurt.

It hurt his eyes so fucking badly.

Even after the light had cleared, he'd curled up slightly, eyes still covered and a third hand clutching his own head. He was panting slightly, breathing shallow. Killing the expendable wasn't even on his mind, it was the same mind numbing pain as the lights above him. the lights from when he was experimented on. His tail tightened around himself. Fuck. This was not good.

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How do you hydrate? As a sort of a bridge between marine life and human, do you need to or nah? Because salt water nor the vending machine food is going to do the job..wait, is there running water in here??

"Salt water works. And there's running water, yeah."

He hummed, thinking to himself.

"There's bathrooms, a shower unit at some area, tons of sinks and bottled waters in the vending machines. But since I'm.. mutated, salt water does work. I just swim around for a while."

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*Drives in through the wall, breaking it with a tow truck that was dragging an entire kitchen behind it* hey chat, today we're making sushi-

"Get out."

He spoke sternly.

"No sushi today. A single step more and I'll shoot you."

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Hi! :D I drew you!

What do you think?

"Oh.. This is-.."

He held the drawings, a small smile adorned his face, pinning the piece of art to the locker beside his desk.

"..That's really sweet. thank you, truly.."

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-Hands Sebastian a cake-

He splits it in half, eating one half in two bites. The sugar immediately making him feel slightly sick.

"Thanks. It's not documents data or any useful information, but I'll take it."

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*Cabbage doesn't seem to understand but still appears happy to be held. It looks at him with those little eyes and spits a small jet of fresh clean water right over his head! Perhaps it eats fish? If he has any it's worth a try.*

"Woah, careful.. you'll get me all wet."

He let out a soft laugh, fumbling around in a crate and taking out a few sardines, holding them out for the pokemon to perhaps try to eat.

"Here, sweet thing. Try eating this..."

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Remember!

If blood is thicker than water, but maple syrup is thicker than blood...then technically that makes pancakes more important than family!

[They quickly scurry off]

UNTILL WE MEET AGAIN!!

He seemed a little confused, tilting his head slightly. He didn't have any traditional family anymore. Norw pancakes. Or syrup.

"..Well, that could save a life."

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Hello there absolute and handsome divine..

Gives you a box of chocolates and a rose, looks at you and runs away

"You'll make me blush. Aren't you a charmer.."

He took the chocolates and the rose. He didn't see what was so handsome about himself. If the people down here were that desperate ...

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As the expendable's pupils adjusted to the light they relaxed against the wall. The frenchman watched Sebastian as they showed the documents.

"D-documents-ok, oui.."

As Sebastian offered the corpse of.. whatever the wall dweller was to the expendible. They grimaced and averted their gaze. They looked like they were going to be sick.

"Peu importe- peu importe-"

They looked at the ground as they held their legs to their body as their eyes.

"Je veux rentrer à la maison.."

They sniffled.

"Je n'ai rien fait de mal, comment suis-je arrivé ici?"

They mumbled as they spoke moreso to their self.

"Ils ne nous laisseront pas partir, n’est-ce pas?"

They asked somberly before chuckling.

"Tu ne peux même pas me comprendre.."

The Frenchman looked like they were ready to pass out then and there. Head rested on their knees. Urbanshade must be either stupid or desperate to send someone so 'unmaintained' to achive their objectives.

-🇫🇷

Sebastian was torn. He wasn't fond on letting himself be soft in any way, but the guilt of just a normal human being being sent into hell made his chest hurt slightly. What gives?

"..I'm.. not sure how to help you, friend."

He sighed, tossing the corpse of the wall dweller somewhere into the back room behind him. lowering his upper body only slightly.

"You're welcome to rest in here for a while. um.. fuck- I don't know how to help you."

Sebastian had a small frown on his face, covering the vent cover with his tail. A look of slight guilt on his face. Fuck he should've listened in more French classes.

"tu peux te reposer ici? am i saying that right?.." He winced. "There's vending machines around with some food in. machine à nourriture. Just please don't eat them all, it's all I have too." He chuckled lowly.

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you look like the kind of fish to call people slurs

He wore a smug grin, his hands clasped together.

"Only if they deserve it. Every expendable has a specific slur. For a completely different reason, what's your sexuality? I'd like to get it right."

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When you lost your legs uh..did they like.. Transform into your tail or did it fall off ike some kind of reverse-froglet phase? (Froglet phase is where tadpoles grow their front limbs)

"I don't let this information go for free, you know. Maybe hand over a thousand to see my document, and maybe you'll be lucky enough to get the information you need inside of there."

He grins.

"And maybe you won't. Two thousand to be safe, hm?"

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*Points accusatory finger

Haha MPreg fish

"God, you people are freaks."

He spoke with a strained voice and gritted teeth. What was wrong with the people down here.

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The koi-patterned tail swishes back a bit away from Sebastian, and a bit of shuffling could be heard from the echoed vents above him. Likely backing up back to where Rascality had previously been, before huffing and speaking in a mid-to-low voice. Some of the playfulness had chipped off, more genuine words spoken other than the teasing banter and devious remarks.

"Forgive me, Mr.Sherlock.. Can't be ever too cautious, no? I'm not renowned for giving one a peek if it raises a potential prominent threat. I don't need UrbanShade shoving into my document 'Z-13 and Z-651 had been reported to have come in contact, potentially forming an alliance for further benefit' and having the 'shoot on sight' order placed on my name... You biting is no problem of mine even if you did.. ɪ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴ'. It's simply the fact I'm not here to fully risk it, regardless of my tendency to gift and tease an idea of a date one way or another.."

Something about the explanation was off; It was not the full story. Rascality was being truthful to a degree, sharing partial chunks to a tale he wasn't willing to dawn on yet, akin to only receiving partial access to an online book you are interested in but hadn't purchased. Though Rascality's voice became more sharp and had a subtle hint of displeasure(mostly from dragging the encounter longer), it held no malice against Sebastian in particular. Z-651 had to be extra careful, risks were too much unless the Hadal Blacksite-merchant himself could convince Rascality otherwise. As the second question is spoken, the subject to this question ponders with a eerie pause. Sebastian could hear some shifting, and some light murmurs of counting. Guess the experiment hiding in the dark of the enormous vents were willing to share that detail about himself. Even with his slight frustration with Sebastian, Rascality continues to comply with the Saboteur's questions. "Give or take 7 1/2 years. My 'ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴇʟɪɢʜᴛꜰᴜʟ' experimentation had began sometime in early 2018, if that's the detail you seek.. No no, not natural born by any means.. If anything about the memories of having only 2 arms and not having a damned tail capable of choking people says anyway." The fellow experiment sighs from his chest whole-heartedly, the tail falling still even though it had been subtly swishing formerly. The quiet invite goes rejected, the stranger scooching as much as he can away from the smoke nearing him from the cigarette. Not so far that Sebastian couldn't hear him anymore, but enough to give Rascality the distance to avoid inhaling the puffs of grey and white that lingered near the teasing man. "Again, I'm not here to dip myself in risk, darling. Unfortunate that you can't see my appearance that you are ever-so-dire to see, but this'll have to do.. I do thank you for the offer, but I'm comfortable within my own abode that I've found myself in this.. submerged hell, should we call it?" Sebastian could practically feel the witty grin forming on the stranger's face as he gets a plethora of excuses to avoid showing his full appearance, pleased. (Feel free to yank on his tail to drag Rascality's ass down here if you'd like or whatever Sebastian would prefer to do.) -🐉 (Pst: Rascality is so wary because he has another experiment that he has to look after.)

"You're aware no cameras or any urbanshade operative has any idea what goes on inside of my shop, yes?"

He raised his eyebrow, crossing his arms and lighting another few cigarettes. fuck, he'd missed he burn on the back of his throat. he'd never called himself addicted, but if the withdrawal symptoms weren't hell...

"The shoot on sight is bullshit, the expendables they send down here aren't anywhere near as equipped as you'd avoid them for. Most of them don't have any method of protection, nor any idea what's going on."

Sebastian sighed, glancing to the vent that let said expendables into his shop. He hadn't heard any of them coming for a while, and he knew it was the safest space in the facility. Whether the other trusted that, he had no way to force them. Well..

"Experiments.. Right. That's why you're so insistant on being thankful." He thought for a moment. How many souls had he unintentionally saved whilst being the monster they asked of him.

"That's your choice, sunshine. Personally, if I were in your shoes. I'd have leapt at an opportunity to have a safe space to hide myself. But to each to their own.." Sebastian leant back, excuses weren't flying. "It might be nice. Have a place to relax instead of running around in the vents like a scared mouse."

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YOU SMELL BAD

"Rude."

He muttered, crossing his arms. His eyes narrowed only slightly, as well as his ear fins pinning back enough to display annoyance.

"Do excuse me, if i smell like fish and salt water. We are at the bottom of the ocean."

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*Cabbage, everyone's favorite SPHEAL, has decided to roll on in to flip over quite happily nearby. The tubby beast seems curious as to what it's new parent (?) has been up to.*

"Hello, my sweetheart."

He let out a small sigh, picking the pokemon up and gently patting its head with his third arm. He didn't even know how to take care of this thing - what it ate, how much it slept, anything.

"..What are you needing from me, hm?.."

He was sure it didn't have any idea what he was saying, but he had a responsibility. even with something like.. this.

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Let me take you out on dinner bbg make sure to dress good

"..Dress good-?.. How am i supposed to-.."

He looked down at his clothes, brushing himself off slightly.

"..You don't think I look good now? wow, harsh."