#expendablesatdoor32

[thecosmiclake]

Just sayingggg...

The Mac and Sebastian fighyttt.....

- yourlocaldreamdemon

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I'll fix the formatting later if needed I'm on mobile and tired.

Seb vs A-60 ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

While Sebastian is one hell of a powerhouse, Mac (or A-60) is as well. Perhaps moreso

Seb is taller, has a shotgun, and a bit more familiar with the vent systems, as he can maneuver himself around the blacksite

Mac though.... Mac has speed. Faster than any shortcuts combined into one. Ripping past open or loose doors, knocking over desks and chairs as he hunts.

That's where you come in.

Exploring for spare batteries, medkits, whatever was missing from your bag it didn't matter. What mattered was you heard a distant static crackling, and a taunt.

Think Fast

Your body gets slammed against the wall, the red glow now filling the room. Your vision blurs as you try to focus on the giant creature in front of you. He said something as he looked down on you, but the ringing in your ears was immense. He didn't have a tail, but tentacles. The octopus DNA only added to his intimidating factor, his lower half always moving and shifting

There was another sound though. Quickly approaching.

Mac turns his head to gaze down the hall, chuckling.

He expected this to happen. At least he now had a worthy opponent.

Sebastian comes barreling through the door, a codebreacher in his smaller hand as his face contorted from worry, to shock, and then rage.

"Aw, little man is angry I found his friend out and about? Sorry Sebs, they're mine-"

Swiftly cut off by a loud bang from the shotgun, earning a loud curse from the man. He shifted his huge body mass off to the side, allowing you to breath freely again.

The static starts to crackle. Louder. A snarl comes from Mac.

He lunges towards Sebastian, only tackling the nearby desk sat up against the wall as the other dodged. The snarl bubbled up again, two arms grabbing hold as his head rose to watch Sebastian trying to put himself between him and you.

The silent plea from Sebastian's posture was obvious. Get out of here.

And you oblige.

"Ha, makin' them run off to safety. What, scared I'll rough em up too much?"

".... stay away from them. They're not yours to keep."

Mac doesn't listen. He could feel that Sebastian was putting up a front. He wasn't the murderer the media played him up to be. He didn't know how it was to actually fight.

Mac did though.

A crazed laugh followed as he lunged towards Sebastian. The taller man fumbled, loosing grip of the shotgun in the scuffle, not even remembering to reload it in the meantime. A curse in Spanish rang out as the killer sank his teeth into his tail, dark blood starting to spill on the cold metal floor. HIs tentacles writhed around like crazed snakes as Sebastian wrenched his head back.

The hallway was becoming a bloody, wreaked mess with how much they were both thrashing. Teeth barred, grunts of pain and crazed laughter from another. It was only after though all the scuffle did Sebastian manage to load one bullet into the shotgun and fire.

A chunk of meat splattered to the ground as Mac yelled out, a huge hand going to cover the now hole in his cheek.

He snarled... then devolved into a low chuckle.

"Ah… so you DO have some bite. Alright…. I see." Mac shifted, almost in a limp, back down the hall where Sebastian first came from. "You enjoy that chewtoy of yours… When you grow bored of it, I'm always willing to take them of your hands."

Sebastian didn't grant him a response. Only after the door slid shut behind Mac did he let out a pained grunt, and started slithering back to the shop.

He wanted would need your help patching up