hi idk if the requests are still open but literally anything with lee pAinter and Ler expendable because my friend and I were playing pressure and we accidentally killed him bc we thought that we were saving him, we cried so hard 🥀
[p.AI.nter & Expendable pairings my beloved…especially when they’re positive dhdbdbd— also how could you…./lh)
My Turn (Pt. 2 of “The Kind of Touch You’ve Longed For”)
Fandom: Roblox Pressure
Characters: Ler!Reader, Lee!p.AI.nter (platonic. but go crazy :D)
Words: 9370 words
CW: the basics- this is Pressure c’mon-
Summary: p.AI.nter, more than anything, longed to experience the warm touch of another. He hadn’t since the days of his creator, and Sebastian couldn’t risk coming near him...That left only one option: you.
A/N: back into the fray once more—! decided to make this fic a continuation of my lee!Sebastian fic, just for funsies! I don’t think you *have* to read that one to get this one, but you know…you should totally go read that one :) anyways, enjoy this annoyingly wordy fic! I’m sorry for how bad it is…(also p.AI.nter has a body in this context. because…you know djdbdb)
Sitting in a grey room, locked behind a card-locked steel door and a tall wired fence, chained by his metal ankle, was not p.AI.nter’s idea of a good time; which was honestly just his lighthearted way of saying that he hated this place with a burning passion.
Not just because being trapped god knows how many kilometers below sea level meant that he could never see or feel the warmth of sunlight again, but because of what he had been forced to do these last two days.
Well, he says “forced”, but he couldn’t deny that everything he had done thus far had been partly his choice— though he tried to block that bitter truth out of his core in an effort to keep going with the terrible things he didn’t want to be doing.
He remembered the 14th so clearly.
6:00 — Being turned online by an Urbanshade official
Honestly, he was already meant to be online, as per his schedule, but that day, he had allowed himself a moment to “sleep”, or whatever was the robotic equivalent of that. After all…he had tried to overclock himself again, and had to spend several hours being awake as a grumbling mechanic repaired him. He remembered pleading for the man, who was one of the more recurring handymen for him, to just let him die already. The man simply huffed, saying he wished p.AI.nter would, but he didn’t get paid by Urbanshade to let him fry himself.
Urbanshade…
p.AI.nter stared down at the metal body he was given by Urbanshade. He remembered how simple his little computer body was, lovingly provided by his creator. Sure, it was old and rustic, but it supported his data, and it was the only thing left of his creator he had…but that was all stripped away one random day when more than one Urbanshade official came to check on him — a scientist and a few folks skilled in robotics — They removed him from the table he was perched on, which confused the little AI. It wasn’t Sunday yet, so why were they taking him away? Had they…finally had enough of him? Was he going to be free?
Ha. That was wishful thinking.
Seconds later, he was turned off, and after what felt like only a blink in time for him, he awoke with a strange new body: it was made of rather flimsy metal, but still hard enough that he wouldn’t fall apart if he got hit. The welding was poor and rushed, and his limbs were far from calibrated properly, leading him to have to figure out his new body all on his own. It was weird though…He could FEEL stuff. Like actually FEEL like a human would—! He wasn’t told why he was given this new body, but as weird, and even almost thrilling as it was, it wasn’t HIS body. His head looked similar to his old computer, but not quite right— it had been changed to fit Urbanshade’s standards…His art program was still there, but aside from the Roblux mining protocol, there was nothing else there. No memories, no past photos, nothing…
Turns out he had been chosen as a prototype for a robotic entity they were working on. The new body would have been more exciting if it actually meant something…He could walk around now, but he couldn’t move freely, not in the slightest. Now, whenever he was put in his little cramped space, he was chained by his leg on top of the highly fortified door, just to make sure there was no chance of him getting out. When he was brought to the surface on Sundays to draw, guards would surround him like vultures ready to brawl for a corpse— not to mention, he was strapped with a shock collar that a guard would turn on should he do anything out of line. He was given a sliver of freedom only for it to be stripped away instantly…
Well…enough reminiscing. Roblux mining awaits.
8:00 to 13:20 — Nothing much happened. Just more mindless, mind-numbing, crypto mining for p.AI.nter. Though, he noticed that not as many Urbanshade officials had come in to make sure he was working. NAVI-AI would sometimes check in to make sure he was hard-at-work, letting out a robotic huff whenever he would tell her to essentially fuck off, but even she wasn’t paying much attention to him. As much as he hated Urbanshade, it was a bit lonely with no-one around. Just what were they doing that was so important that they couldn’t keep track of anything else? He thought for a moment…He could faintly recall overhearing from guards from outside his room saying something about transporting some “precious cargo”, but by the sounds of it, it wasn’t your typical cargo.
They mentioned anesthesia. That cargo had to be alive.
13:40 — NAVI had sent out a site-wide alert. The loud blaring sound of alarms rang through p.AI.nter’s circuits and freaked him out— he nearly messed up the drawing he was working on! The alarms were so loud, he could barely process what she was saying…Something about Z-13 breaching containment?
That had to be an experiment of some kind, but p.AI.nter couldn’t recall any creature by that designation number, not that he met many to begin with.
He could hear Urbanshade officials and scientists running and screaming, guards loading their guns and thumping their boots against the floor as they ran back and forth. The guards were ordering less-armed officials to get to the nearest submarine docks or to hide out in bunkers until the situation was sorted.
If p.AI.nter could physically hyperventilate, he would be doing so. He already had a feeling no-one was coming for him, and if whoever this Z-13 person was just so happened to be feeling particularly angry and stumbled upon his room, he would have no chance of escaping “alive”.
p.AI.nter just had to hope and pray that his little closed off area was enough to keep whatever beast was now roaming the halls out.
Then again…if this person were to find him and end his life…he would finally be free of Urbanshade for good! He tried to think of that single positive to cope with the scary situation he was now presented with, as dark as it may have seemed. He felt all alone in a predicament he knew nothing about, and now, with a body that could properly feel, he would be able to feel the pain of being ripped apart…
He tried not to think about it, curled up underneath the table he once sat on to hide.
17:34 — Hours had gone by since this strange lockdown was initiated. Most of the scientists had fled the Blacksite, and only a few guards remained to try and combat whatever was fighting outside.
It was for naught though, evident by the echoing screams p.AI.nter heard as he continued to hide under the desk. It wasn’t just the screams of humans though— there were the screams and hollowed out cries of various monsters that slipped by his room on occasion, and it seemed obvious that whoever this Z-13 person was had released some of Urbanshade’s little experiments.
The remaining humans were being picked off one by one, and perhaps, if it weren’t for the chance of a painful death by another entity, he might have been thrilled that such terrible people were getting karma for the things they’ve done.
Of course, terror filled his non-existent heart at the realization that Z-13 was more than just some mindless entity. It was intelligent, and an intelligent person killing those it deemed unworthy of living was a scary thought to have…
Just then, he heard a clank at the door leading to his room. He tensed up, his “breathing” hitched as he stared at the door— the first door that protected him from the horrors outside. There was another clank, and another, and another, and p.AI.nter couldn’t help, but scream a little as the door dented and looked ready to bust down at any moment.
He curled up deeper into himself as one final clank was emitted, followed by the loud thud of the door falling flat on the floor.
He gasped a bit and whimpered as he heard something slither in. He didn’t bother to sneak a peek, too scared that whatever had come in would catch his gaze and spot him. His back rose and fell like a human breathing heavily, despite his lack of ability to actually take a breath.
“Who’s in here?!”, a voice suddenly rang out— it was raspy, like the person hadn’t drunk water in days (or maybe like the person had been smoking for days), and whoever was in here sounded enormous. p.AI.nter shook his head, letting out a small squeak of fear. “I know you’re in here…”, said the voice again, the almost teasing nature of the sentence causing an artificial chill to run down p.AI.nter’s spine.
He wanted to cry, and if he had tear ducts, he would be doing just that; but he didn’t want to give away his position, so he remained as quiet as possible.
He clutched his “stomach” with his hand, his other covering his mouth even though there was no point. He heard more slithers for a moment before he suddenly felt something gazing at him. He shivered as he heard a voice. “Found you…”, it said before something suddenly slammed and grabbed against the wired fence surrounding him. p.AI.nter screamed in fear, finally turning his head to see what was about to attack him.
It was a tall and imposing figure, about 10 feet in length— different blue hues of scales covered the being’s skin and worked together to form a long snake-like body with an aquatic tail at the end (was it a whale tail or a fish tail? p.AI.nter couldn’t tell, and frankly he didn’t care). Ebony hair, wet and knotted, resting on the creature’s shoulders, shaped their face, harboring fish fins for ears, a jagged mouth full of sharp teeth, and three glowing blue eyes. An anglerfish lure hung from the top of its head and curved towards the front of his face. The being before him had three arms, each harboring a four-fingered clawed hand at the end of it that gripped onto the wiring. The beast narrowed his eyes at the robot before squinting in confusion.
This was it. p.AI.nter was about to die.
“Wait, wha—“
“AAAH—! Wait! WAIT! Please don’t kill me! I’m not human, I’m not human!”
“Yeah, I can see that now…”
p.AI.nter blinked at the calm statement before looking back at the figure before him. His body still trembled at the sight, so he made sure to keep his distance, but… “Y-You…You aren’t killing me..?”, p.AI.nter mumbled. The being didn’t seem to have an answer for him, much too confused to formulate a response, but after a moment, he shook his head.
“No, no, I’m not gonna kill you. I thought you were…Who are you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around, kid…”, they spoke. p.AI.nter couldn’t help, but let out a huff. “I’m not a kid! And…I’m p.AI.nter. Or I guess…What’s the number they gave me..? Z-77…9?”, he answered. The creature blinked in confusion again. “Z-779? Aren’t you meant to be a computer or something? You’ve got a whole body.”
“They gave me one for testing. Not like I can do much with it…Who…are you?”
The being paused for a moment, analyzing p.AI.nter up and down before giving out a slightly unnerving smile. “You can call me…Sebastian. Sebastian Solace”, he answered, slowly removing his hands from the fence. p.AI.nter blinked.
“Sebastian…That’s a human name, isn't it? But you don’t…look…”, his voice trailed off as Sebastian lowered his head, a small glow emitting from him.
“No…I suppose I don’t look the part. Not anymore, all thanks to this idiotic company. They really shouldn’t blame me for starting the lockdown.”
Starting the lockdown? Wait…
“H-Hold on! You’re Z-13?! I’ve been hearing guards for hours yelling about some ‘Z-13’ guy that escaped and caused a bunch of mayhem in the facility!”, p.AI.nter exclaimed, only for Sebastian to chuckle darkly. “Correction: STILL causing mayhem. I’m far from done— this is only stage one of my plan.”
p.AI.nter’s head tilted in curiosity, fear still present in his eyes. “Stage…one?” Sebastian chuckled again, much looser this time.
“That’s right. I may have offed all of the guards that were already in the facility, but Urbanshade’s got a hoard of them coming down here…Stage two is making sure these idiots have no possible way of getting through here. But to do that…I’m gonna need some help. YOUR help.”
“My…help?”
And that sealed the deal. Sebastian explained his plan to escape Hadal Blacksite for good, and extended the invite to p.AI.nter— it seemed so simple on paper: prevent any Urbanshade affiliates from reaching the crystal they desperately wanted, while Sebastian collected enough data to contact any rival companies, who would bust in here and get them out.
p.AI.nter remembered that conversation vividly; he remembered what he had been asked to do. From the very beginning, the plan bothered him: he…didn’t want to hurt anybody. But Sebastian said something that was all too true:
It was either us, or them. And the promise of freedom was too great to pass.
So once he was hooked into most of the NAVI-AI systems, p.AI.nter quickly got to work. He picked off Expendables one by one; leading them to fake doors with the Good People, locking them in rooms with an enraged Eyefestation, filling their bodies with turret bullets…
Sometimes, he allowed a more maniac part of him to take over, laughing at when an Expendable got hurt or even died to the threats he created. But deep, deep down…he hated this with his very core, something that would often resurface when he saw the bleeding bodies of criminals.
He didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to HURT anyone! But he had to. Sebastian needed more time…Just a little more time, and they would both be out of here.
p.AI.nter found ways to cope with the harm he was forced to cause. The two of them had become good friends in the short amount of time they properly knew each-other; Sebastian may seem harsh and rigid, but p.AI.nter grew to realize that he was quite the soft character— the mutant comforted him when he was going through the worst of times, chatting with him and laughing with him.
p.AI.nter tried his hardest to do the same for him, grinning as he heard a freeing chuckle from Sebastian at a joke he had or a teasing inflection in his voice similar to how a close friend would act when they were being silly. He…hadn’t had moments like this since the days of his creator. And soon, they would have many more.
As long p.AI.nter kept shooting and leading others to their demise, they would have many more moments like this…
And let me tell you, it was pretty easy! Most of the EXR-P team members who were dropped down here were so gullible, it was almost pitiful! It would be impossible to count the amount of times p.AI.nter had given a mildly suspicious message disguised as HQ, and the dumb Expendables actually fell for it!
Not to mention, the look of horror on their faces when he would trap them in a room or activate the turrets was incredible! He forced himself to find the humor in their pain, calling them stupid or morons whenever he had the chance.
Though, when he wasn’t actively leading them to their doom? He would sometimes just…watch them.
Some came alone, most came in groups; but each Expendable seemed to have their own distinct personalities and mannerisms. Most of them were scared and jumpy, flinching at every little sound and nervously looking around them for anything that would kill them. A few were reckless, clearly much too focused on earning their freedom to worry about the monsters that lurked in the shadows, and others seemed to be devoid of all hope, acting as if they were chained by the neck and slowly being drained of any willpower to continue.
It became a game to him to figure out what archetype an Expendable fell in, and so far, he was correct in every guess…except for one.
You.
p.AI.nter just…couldn’t fit you in a box. You walked with a sort of confident stride, but not one of recklessness— rather, you walked as if you had been here before! But one look at your face, p.AI.nter very quickly figured out that you weren’t an Urbanshade employee. So why did you seem so familiar to him? He’s never seen you before!
Right..?
Either way, he could tell fear very much still clung to your skin, but it seemed to be more of anticipation than confusion. You combatted each and every enemy or threat like you had faced them many times before…Of course, every Expendable who managed to live past the first encounter eventually would figure out how to combat each threat, even if they did eventually slip up, but you just seemed to know everything.
And even when you were facing death, you wore a tired expression.
It was weird, and he hardly understood it. Sebastian seemed to be…sort of confused too? He had told p.AI.nter about you, saying that he should keep a special watch on “that particular Expendable”. His voice was a bit grim, but it also seemed soft…Like you were special in some way. p.AI.nter obeyed his wishes…run after run.
Run after run.
Runs p.AI.nter couldn’t remember due to some mysterious force. Every run felt like a second of time had passed between blinks; where every instance felt like he was meeting you for the first time, and yet it felt like he had known you for years.
This particular run was an interesting one.
Sebastian began his usual spiel to p.AI.nter when you arrived. “Keep an eye on that Expendable”, he’d say darkly, and p.AI.nter agreed without so much as a question. At least not outwardly. He watched you as you dragged your figure out of the submarine, noticing you turning around to watch as it descended back into the depths.
You walked through a few rooms, finding not many useful items, before the first Angler encounter. You expertly survived it, which, of course, heavily surprised p.AI.nter. You passed through a few more empty rooms, littered with only a few pieces of data, before p.AI.nter decided to intervene. He quickly checked the CCTV before giving a small smirk and transferring over to the end of the room you were at.
“Surprise!!! Have fun!!!”
He grinned mischievously as he momentarily watched your eyes flash in slight horror as Eyefestation came into view, forcing you into a mental fight. p.AI.nter put a 15-second timer on the NAVI panel, as he always did, though he watched your moments— you lingered by the door, moving around seemingly as a way to distract yourself from Eyefestation’s gaze.
It ultimately proved useful, as the timer had finished and you sprinted over to the next room. He had to say…he was impressed by you. No-one before had ever really survived in an Eyefestation Gauntlet…Perhaps this is why Sebastian wanted him to keep an eye on you?
Well, it started to become incredibly boring. After his little gauntlet trick, there wasn’t much else to report…aside from the fact that you found next to nothing besides a collector’s worth of code breachers. Seriously, how did you find so many?!
Either way, it didn’t take long for you to get to the tram station where HQ gave you the order to repair a few breakers. Of course, he mischievously prevented NAVI from closing the ceiling, allowing a Searchlight to wander the area you would find yourself in (which you, naturally, handled with ease).
p.AI.nter would eventually get bored once more after a few more rooms and trap you in a turret room with Eyefestation— he reveled in your slight annoyance to the situation stacked against you, but like always, you would eventually get out relatively unscathed.
Soon enough, you would make it to Sebastian’s shop, and p.AI.nter would have to be MIA for a while. Sebastian never recommended talking to him when Expendables were in his shop, which p.AI.nter didn’t fully understand why he even had, but that didn’t mean he didn’t listen in whenever possible. In fact, he figured he’d go do that right now!
Leaving you to your own devices, he transferred his consciousness back to his robotic body. He hummed a little as he felt around his metal fingers for a moment, his eyes wandering to his chained ankle as he did so.
He let out a robotic sigh before he glanced over and turned on his walkie-talkie. He blinked, hearing voices on the other side. He recognized one as Sebastian’s, but mixed in were a cluster of other voices.
An Expendable group.
He recalled that you were close to Sebastian’s shop, meaning there was a most likely chance you and this group were going to meet up. From the sounds of their voices, they didn’t seem particularly friendly…He could hear Sebastian growling and groaning every time they uttered a rather prideful or snarky word to him. p.AI.nter almost wanted to butt in to tell them to get lost, but he knew that would only lead to more trouble…
He zoned out briefly, listening to the drowning sound of voices and expecting to soon hear the metal clashes of bodies crawling through the vent…But suddenly, there was a flash. Followed by Sebastian’s growl, and then a swift motion like he had suddenly grabbed something. That made p.AI.nter perk up, and he turned to the walkie talkie.
“GAUHGH!! Don’t. Do that. A—”
Suddenly, there was a yell from an Expendable— they said something, but p.AI.nter couldn’t quite grasp it. The sound of flashes began to fill his room, followed by more pained yells from the mutant. “Sebastian?!”, p.AI.nter exclaimed, forgetting the mutant’s wish for him to stay silent.
There were two thuds and the sound of frantic footsteps, then another one of Sebastian’s growls. “Se-Sebastian?! Are you okay?!”, p.AI.nter suddenly yelled, clutching the edge of the table in anticipation for an answer. The Expendables yelled something, p.AI.nter hearing the slither of Sebastian’s form. More and more flashes rang as the Expendables yelled louder and louder.
“MONSTER!”
“CREEP!”
“FREAK!”
“GET RID OF IT!”
“GUYS WAIT, HE’S—!”
“WE NEED TO GO!”
There was a gunshot. A scream. A quick flash or two before the next gunshot. More screams. Four more gunshots came afterwards.
It was silent. Painfully silent.
“Sebastian?! Sebastian, what happened?! Are you okay?! Sebastian, answer me!”, p.AI.nter pleaded, his fingers gripped the tablet in a way that pained him. There was one final thud…and no response. But he could hear shifting before a sound entered his audio input. Something he never thought he’d hear…Sebastian crying.
It was like his processor came to a halt, and no words could come out of his speakers. Sebastian…crying?! Was that even possible?! What happened?! p.AI.nter begged for his output to work— say something! Anything! Your friend is crying, and he needs help! But nothing came out, even when he tried his hardest to force something out of him. He just sat there in silence as he struggled to think of any line of comfort to say before hearing something softly clang— the sound of someone crawling through a vent.
You.
He wanted to shout at you to leave, both of your sake and Sebastian’s, but it was too late. You had entered his shop and made yourself known. Minutes went by as p.AI.nter heard Sebastian’s pained yells and your words. Your words were gentle and soft, and p.AI.nter became shocked when they seemed to actually calm Sebastian down. He felt bad that he couldn’t comfort his dear friend, but he was relieved as you said everything he wanted to say. He was relieved that Sebastian was feeling…even relieved that he didn’t kill you.
p.AI.nter felt his body and mind relax as he overheard your soft words and Sebastian’s tired voice, though he made sure to keep track of your conversation, just in case…Then something strange happened.
He heard Sebastian laughing. Turns you were tickling him.
p.AI.nter knew what tickling was, though he obviously never experienced it himself before. It was just a word that was causally brought up by his creator or even a few moments where the two would watch shows of cartoons. The action itself seemed rather silly, and p.AI.nter couldn’t understand why anyone would laugh at a few wiggly fingers. It didn’t seem particularly funny to him. He remembered his creator having to try and explain tickling to him, though the conversation ended with him confirming that not even humans themselves knew why people laughed when they were tickled.
Since that day, tickling was always something that interested him, though he kept it in the back burner of his mind. He had to admit…there were a few times where he looked up videos where people got tickled — mostly cartoons. He felt a bit iffy with seeing real people getting tickled — just to try and understand it. How embarrassed he got when his creator caught him playing a video one time and gently teased him about it…
Anyways, p.AI.nter blinked rapidly as he listened in on the entire thing: how you checked up on the shopkeeper, constantly making sure he was happy and comfortable, how Sebastian laughed in a way that p.AI.nter rarely got to hear, how the AI could hear the shuffling of Sebastian’s form from behind the walkie talkie. The way the whole scene played out intrigued him, and he started to imagine how it looked. Your wriggling fingers, Sebastian’s soft laughter…p.AI.nter felt his whole body flare up, his fans whirring a bit in slight embarrassment.
He continued listening to his friend’s laughter and your sweet words as a new thought entered his mind…Could he be ticklish too? He did have a body now; a body that could FEEL no less. Could…he be tickled? His gaze glanced at the walkie talkie briefly before he tried to imagine himself in the position Sebastian was probably in right now. He tried to combine it with the videos he had seen.
His arms held up.
Nimble fingers grazing against his sides.
Gentle scratching against his neck.
Nails skittering up and down his stomach.
Him squirming relentlessly as the person continued to tickle him and coo at him…
…Why was he so warm?
He felt around his body once he stopped the simulation in his brain, finding it to be mildly hot. His fans were whirring much faster and louder now. He huffed as he turned back to the walkie talkie, finding no more sounds coming from Sebastian’s shop for a moment before hearing your words once more. Something about your PDG going off. Did you linger in Sebastian’s shop for too long?! Were you about to die?! How could you be so calm about that?!
His questions were soon answered as he heard you crawl out of the shop, then HQ come on the intercom and announce your execution. p.AI.nter’s non-existent breathing hitched as he frantically went to the CCTV to see if he could spot you…He blinked as he saw your headless corpse, wishing he could unsee such a sight. He almost wanted to cry— he didn’t even get to thank you for helping Sebastian…Did Sebastian even thank you?!
“Sebastian!”, p.AI.nter suddenly cried out into the walkie talkie. There was a bit of shuffling before a voice replied back. “Kid? What’s wrong..? Why are you so frantic..?!”, he exclaimed worriedly.
“Why am I—?! Sebastian, what happened?! I heard a bunch of Expendables and flashes and gunshots, and you were upset and crying and—!”
“p.AI.nter, kid. I’m…I’m okay. I’m sorry for worrying ya. I…really didn’t mean for you to hear that…”, Sebastian replied with a sigh. p.AI.nter hummed a little in worry before deciding to speak up. “I…heard another Expendable walking into your shop right after that. That was the Expendable you told me to keep an eye on, right? Did they help you calm down?”
Sebastian’s breathing seemed to hitch before he grumbled a little. “More or less…”
“I saw that they died from their PDG…I wish I could have thanked them for helping you. I…was too scared to say anything…”
There was a bit of silence before Sebastian spoke up some more, a sort of smirk in his voice. “Eh, I wouldn’t worry about that, kid. They’ll be back. Saw they had something shiny in their pocket: a Ferryman Token, I’m pretty sure”, he said, causing p.AI.nter to perk up a bit. “S-So, they’re coming back..?!”
“Probably. Should be back in about two minutes or so. Once Lady Death drags them out of Hell, heheh.”
“Well, that’s good…In a sense anyways.”
“Yeah…By the way, p.AI.nter…How…much of everything did you hear..?”
An awkward silence fell between the two, with Sebastian waiting for an answer and p.AI.nter figuring out what to say. He hummed and gave a small smirk before simply replying with a simple statement.
“You have a nice laugh, Sebastian~”
“God dammit.”
“Heh heh heh! Did you have fun getting tickled to bits?”, p.AI.nter grinned as Sebastian grumbled. “p.AI.nter, if you don’t be quiet—!”, he wheezed out an empty threat, and p.AI.nter couldn’t help, but give an amused chuckle. “Awwww c’mon, you were adorable! Heh, you should laugh like that more often.”
“Oh, you little shit—”
“You liked it, didn’t you~?”
“I should kill myself.”
p.AI.nter laughed, “That wasn’t a ‘no’!” His tease was followed by another grumble from Sebastian. “I never thought I’d hear the day when Sebastian Solace, bringer of the lockdown, gets tickled by an Expendable! I’ve gotta know…was it actually fun?” Sebastian realized the genuineness in the AI’s question, blinking as he let out a small chuckle.
“Why do you wanna know, kid?” The question caught the program off-guard, and he was unable to control his slight stutter as he answered. “W-Well, you know—! I’m just…curious! As an AI, I’ve never really…felt that. It always seemed kind of weird to me when my creator would talk about it.”
“Hmm…Well, why don’t you go find out for yourself?”
“W-What does that mean..?!”
“I’m just saying, kid…This Expendable is preeeeetty damn friendly. If you asked them to tickle you…I doubt they would decline~”
p.AI.nter’s body heated up a little. Would you really oblige if he asked you?! How could he just…just ask you?! Was Sebastian crazy?! “Yeeah, that’s not happening”, he groaned as he crossed his arms for nobody to see. Sebastian simply let out another chuckle at the pout.
“Whatever you say, kid. Just don’t let those thoughts of yours drive you crazy for long. We still got work to do”, Sebastian said in a playful sort-of way, causing p.AI.nter to grumble in embarrassment.
The walkie talkie beeped to deem it offline, leaving p.AI.nter alone in his room.
His body was still warm from that conversation. Thoughts crowded his mind as he curiously wondered about…Eugh! “Stupid Sebastian putting ideas in my head…”, he muttered to himself before humming a little. His body turned warmer as he simply continued to think, scratching slightly at his head before groaning again. He had to do something else right now, otherwise he was going to sit here distracted forever.
He connected himself back to the CCTV and started flipping through the cameras before something caught his eye. He saw you, fully intact and walking around as if you didn’t just die moments ago.
You were proceeding. You would soon arrive in heavy containment and find p.AI.nter’s room. You seemed like the curious type; you would definitely go in if you spotted a door you could go through.
p.AI.nter’s body flared up once more at what Sebastian had crazily suggested. The thought of you coming into his little area and…doing that…lingered in his mind. He groaned and banged his hand against his own head, wanting so desperately to stop thinking about you…tickling him.
…Would you really do it?
p.AI.nter couldn’t understand why you would do it at all. You did it to Sebastian to help cheer him up, sure, but weren’t you and them enemies? You must just have a stupid amount of empathy…But even so, Sebastian was at least HUMAN to a degree. p.AI.nter? He was just a robot…Could even be called that if he was just an AI wearing metal skin?
But he could feel…That had to count for something, right? If he could feel, he was somewhat human. If he was even a smidge human, would there be a chance you would interact with something like him?
Would the challenge entice you?
Would your curiosity of whether or not something like him could be ticklish get the better of you?
If he acted as cocky as Sebastian,
If he provoked you…
Would you try and prove him wrong?
If he openly admitted just how badly he wanted to feel something positive, or even just the simple nod about being curious about something as silly as that…
Would you really tickle him? Or would you call him weird? Would you berate him? Laugh at him?
Or would you be making him laugh?
I p.AI.nter blinked, simulations of self-doubt suddenly being replaced with simulations of you smiling and wiggling your fingers at him. It felt like tiny electric shocks to his side as he managed being held and just…laughing.
You seemed gentle when you were doing it with Sebastian. You listened to him and made sure he was happy. Would you do the same for him? Would you do everything in your power to make him smile?
p.AI.nter shimmied on his spot on the floor and allowed his imagination to fully run wild.
You would be there. He would ask you, and you would oblige. You would run down with him on the floor and hug him. He would give you the okay, and you would scribble your fingers against his sides and stomach-region and rib-area, and he would just…laugh.
That’s how it worked, right?
The concept was so weird, and yet thinking about it more and more made him wish you would get here sooner..!
He broke free from his imagination, ignoring how warm his body was, before connecting himself back to the CCTV to see where you were. He noticed you scavenging around…and finding a purple keycard. He blinked. You were at Heavy Containment already?! Guess he was too in his own head to prevent your journey.
You headed towards the locked door and inserted the keycard in. Both you and p.AI.nter watched as the doors began to open for you.
After this door, it would only be about three rooms before you arrived at where p.AI.nter was.
The AI watched you intensely as you went through the door and looked around the first room of Heavy Containment, trying to make a decision about what he was going to do fast. Should we really ask you about that?! Would that be too weird?! What were you going to say?!
You finished exploring the first room and opened the door to the second room.
No! No, he couldn’t! You two weren’t friends! You were enemies! That would be weird! You would laugh at him for ever asking! You could…hurt him if he allowed you inside without a fight…
But wasn’t it Sebastian who told him that? Told him not to trust any of the Expendables? And yet, HE was the one who suggested p.AI.nter ask. He did say you were special…Was this why? Because you weren’t selfish like all the others? Because you actually had compassion? Empathy?
You burst out of the locker you hid in — to escape from a Froger that spawned — and rushed to the door that led to the third room before you reached p.AI.nter’s.
It was a keycard room. p.AI.nter watched as you looked through all of the drawers.
But…it was embarrassing. It was risky. Could he really? Would you really accept? What if nothing happened and he wasted your time? What if nothing happened and his own curiosity wouldn’t be satiated? What if you just…left? What if you peeked in and didn’t pay him any mind? What if it didn’t mean anything at all?
What if nothing means anything at all?
You found the keycard. You opened the door to another Heavy Containment room, but you noticed a door off to the side of some stairs. You hum, immediately knowing who the room belonged to. You smiled as you trotted down the stairs— you were always happy to see p.AI.nter and chat with him for a bit. Even if he didn’t remember your conversations from previous runs, he was pleasant to talk to!
And besides…you knew p.AI.nter and Sebastian have walkie-talkies in each of their rooms so they could communicate. You had no doubt that p.AI.nter heard the commotion that happened in Sebastian’s room, and you couldn’t imagine how he was feeling right now. It would be nice if you checked on him.
So without hesitation, you opened the door and stepped inside. You thought you would be greeted with a happy smile or a smug comment from the AI.
Instead, you were greeted by a robotic husk lying on the floor in defeat. You blink and quietly step towards him, tilting your head curiously.
p.AI.nter?
The robotic body flinched at your voice and shifted its body over to face you. The drawn doodle of an expression that rested on the robot’s face was one of slight bluntness and solemn. Lines were drawn under the eyes to indicate that he was not feeling good. You frown as his voice stammers out a reply.
“Oh…Hi there. You’re a…face.”
He was going to say ‘new face’, but somehow that didn’t feel right. Regardless, he shuddered at his own weird sentence and curled up, looking embarrassed.
p.AI.nter? Was he okay..?
“‘M fine. Just…go. Leave me alone…”, p.AI.nter muttered out as he shifted his body again to face away from you. You blinked and tilted your head once more, your hand grabbing gently at the wiring of p.AI.nter‘s little cell.
Was this about what happened with—?
“No.” p.AI.nter cut you off, stunning you momentarily. You blink as you process the reply; p.AI.nter notices your silence and whimpers slightly as he mumbles out an apology and curls up further into himself.
You frown again, not knowing what to do in this scenario. You knew p.AI.nter…wasn’t always mentally sound, and you knew the things he had tried to do in the past. You couldn’t leave him like this, but you also didn’t want to pry. So you sighed and placed your back against the fenced area, sitting down and just…waiting.
“…I’m sorry. I’m worrying you…”, he said, after a few minutes of silence, “I was feeling fine a bit ago. And then I just…started feeling bad. Is that weird?”
Pretty normal, actually.
“Oh…”, p.AI.nter mumbled. A little robotic hum came out of his speaker box. “It’s…kind of nice that you’re worried. Is THAT weird?”
Not at all.
“You don’t think a lot of things are weird, huh? Dumb Expendable…”
You chuckle at that, and your softness seems to settle p.AI.nter enough to sit up. He groaned slightly at the transition from the cold concrete floor before placing his own back against the fence surrounding him.
Does he wanna talk about it?
“I don’t know. It’s…kind of silly. Really embarrassing…But it probably won’t go away unless I tell you…”
He can take his time.
p.AI.nter sighed a bit, tapping his fingers against his thigh for a minute or so before sighing again. “You’re…really weird. I feel like I know you, but I’ve never met you before. But you clearly know who I am.”
Right.
“Do you like me? Even though I’ve…been trying to kill you?”
You do. You know it's hard to explain, but you do know him, and you do like him.
“…Are we friends?”
If he wants you to be his friend, you’d like to be.
“I really don’t get you. But some part of me is giving up trying to understand…”, he muttered, his knees coming to his torso. He stops his questions for a few seconds before smacking the sides of his head with his hands. “Come on, p.AI.nter. Just get it over with…”, he whispered to himself before turning his body to face you.
“You know how this area is locked by a keycard?”
You nod.
“It’s in that drawer”, p.AI.nter said, pointing to a desk perched against the wall, “You could get in here if you wanted to…”
You hummed at the obvious sign and stood up, walking over to the desk and opening the long drawer. Sitting there was a purple keycard, which you gingerly took before walking over to the steel door. The reader upon detecting the card, and the door flew open.
p.AI.nter shimmied his body over to give you room to walk in and sit down. You did so, carefully sitting down beside p.AI.nter. Neither of you said anything for a bit; you were waiting for the AI to make the first move. You eyed him up and down, at his stubby, but skinny figure and ivory metal body. The only article of clothing he had was an EXR-P jacket that he didn’t bother to button up— it looked a little big for him.
As you examined him, his body suddenly fell to your side, the metal of his form surprising you.
p.AI.nter?
“I’m so tired. So lonely…I want to feel happy again. I heard you making Sebastian happy earlier. You were really nice…So I want a turn.”
Oh?
“…I want you to…tickle me. I’ve never experienced it before and heard how happy it made Sebastian. A-And I can feel stuff, so I just thought maybe I could also be..! I just want to experience it! All of it! I…understand if you think I’m weird.”
Why would you think that?
The metal of p.AI.nter’s body flared up a bit, turning much warmer to the touch. He averted his drawn eyes and played with his fingers. “B-Because I’m a robot? An AI?” You laugh a little.
You've been chased by giant mutant fish monsters that want to swallow you whole. This was pretty tame in terms of weirdness. Besides, you’d do it for Sebastian, so of course you’d do it for p.AI.nter too!
p.AI.nter chuckled a little and rubbed his arms. “It all…seems so stupid when you put it that way. I just didn’t know what you’d say..! But you said yes and that makes me feel happy..!”
The unsettling fear resting in the robot slowly began to fade away as he looked at your gentle smile. Your smile turns into a grin though, and you feel p.AI.nter’s body warm up again. It was pretty cute. “S-So! How…does it work exactly? Do I have to do anything or..?”
You hum. It’s his first time from what you’ve gathered. He wouldn’t know what he likes or dislikes about it…But you take into account his personality from all your runs and think of what he might like.
All he has to do is say if he wants something changed.
“Oh, ok..! I’m ready, I think..! I…hope this works. I, umm, still don’t really get how tickling is supposed to make you laugh…”, p.AI.nter mumbled in slight embarrassment, glancing away nervously. You chuckle a bit, slight playfulness already bubbling within you…
Nobody knows. We don’t really have any idea why something like this gets people laughing…
Not a second later, you poked his side. You noticed his flinch, a little titter of a giggle escaping his speaker. “H-Hey—!” Your arm wraps gently around his waist, that hand resting on one of his sides as your free hand begins to poke and prod at his other side.
The AI immediately lets out a few giggles, mostly out of pure confusion! It felt like tiny tingling shocks! His imaginary stomach drops, unable to control the laughter that began to pour out from his speaker. “Wait, wait, wahahait! Hohold on—! Whahahat ihihis thihihis?!”
It’s exactly what he wanted! He wanted you to tickle him, right?
“Ihihit feheheels weheheird—!” You smirk as your gentle pokes to his side turn into light scratching.
Weird bad or weird good?
“G-Gohohood—!” You smile at that. Your nails quickly drag against his side, and you even decide to throw in a few circular motions as well. He jumps at the sudden change, his eyes squeezing shut despite having no eyelids to have that sort of reaction. The robot tried to wriggle away from the touch out of instinct, but the hand that’s hugging him simply pulls him closer to you, and he curls up once more. “EheHAH?! MMMPHFF—! HEHEY!”
What was wrong? Was he too ticklish for this?
p.AI.nter yelped out a little squeal, his body turning warmer from the tease. His hands fly to his face — you noticed the expression’s crude linework of a face with eyes squeezed shut with pink lines to represent blush, almost as if p.AI.nter half-hazardly doodled it just now. Your grin stretches ear to ear at the thought of him trying to focus on drawing a new expression during this — and his legs kick a bit, gliding across the floor.
“SHUHUHUT UHUP! Ihihidiot!”
You thought he wanted the full experience? This was all part of it! Besides, you didn’t get to be mean with Sebastian! It was nice to finally coo about how cute they were…
“IHI SAHAID SHUHUHUSH!”
You giggle mischievously, simply saying the word ‘cute’ over and over again. p.AI.nter’s hands flapped as you continued your teasing and tickling, but you noticed more shaky blush lines being drawn as you continued to coo at him. You smile. Now, THAT was adorable!
Seeing him draw his blush in real time was too precious! And by the looks of it, you seem to be doing a good job!
“NOHOHO IHIHIT’S NOHOHOT!”
Yes, it was. Hmm…how many lines could you make him draw on his face? You were oh-so eager to find out!
And that was enough to make p.AI.nter shudder in ticklish fear. He shook his head quickly, his whole body shivering in anticipation. “Wahahait, wahahait! PLEHEHAHASE!” But you already made up your mind on your little game.
Both of your hands immediately shot under p.AI.nter’s arms, carefully scribbling at the crevices there. In an instant, the AI shrieked a bit and slammed his arms down, his shuddering body stiffing a bit at the sudden sensation. “OH GOD, OHOHOH GOHOHOD! EHAHAHA—!”
Oh no, looks like your hands are trapped. Maybe you could wiggle them free?
“NO! NOHOHO, DOHON’T YOHOU DAHAHAHAHARE!”
A squeal bursts out of p.AI.nter as you wriggle your fingers around his pits as much as you could under the weight of his metal arms. His legs kick more wildly now, and his body twists and turns to try and escape; but you always manage to keep up with him, continuing your ticklish onslaught, much to his chagrin. Totally.
Come on. If he just lifted his arms up, this could all be over.
“I-IHIHI CAHAHAN’T—!”
Because he doesn’t want it to end yet, hmm?
p.AI.nter might as well have colored his entire canvas red, because that’s surely what he felt at the moment. His body was teetering from warmth to a burning hot, his fans whirring in excitement as he covered his face once more. He had to admit…whatever tickling really was, however it was making him laugh…he’s never felt so free before! Not in a long time. Still, as if he would admit that when he practically gave you permission to tease him.
“YOHOHOHOU JEHEHERK! YOHOHOU—!”, he let out a noise akin to a robotic snort, “YOHOHOU BIHIHIG JEHEHERK!”
Jerk?! After so nicely giving him what he asked for?! How rude! Someone oughta teach him a lesson…
An idea came to your mind immediately, and you smirked as you paused your tickling and used your strength to pull p.AI.nter in front of you. He was clearly confused, but also playfully nervous at your plan. You gave a quick scribble at his underarms to tease him as you grinned.
Has p.AI.nter ever heard of a raspberry?
“T-Thehe fruhuhuit?”, he answered in puzzlement, still giggling a bit from the previous tickling. You grin as you shake your head.
Oh, he was in for a treat.
“Whahat do yohou meEEEHAHAHAN?!”
He had no time to prepare as a large raspberry was suddenly blown in his neck, and a loud squeal emerged from him. His laugh glitched a tad as he tried to shimmy himself away, but to no avail. “W-WHAT WAHAhahas thahahahat?!”, he asked, his drawn blush having increased.
That was a raspberry! That seemed to have really got him…Say, maybe you could get your hands free if you gave a few more!
“W-WAIT—!”
But it was too late. Another raspberry had been blown on the back of his neck, earning you some wonderfully mirthful laughter. He scrunched his shoulders up a bit to try and protect his neck, but all you had to do was scribble your fingers under his arms and his shoulders would go right back down. “AHAHAHA! E-EXPENDABLE, PLEHEHEAHAHASE!”
You chuckle and shake your head. He needed to be punished for being so cruel to you!
You blew another raspberry and another, keeping up the alternating pattern of giving raspberries and tickling under his arms. p.AI.nter didn’t really know what to do with himself, feeling the protocol to laugh bubbling up within his code. He shrieked and let out robotic chirps and bytes as he squirmed from side to side. “HAHAHAHA! OK! Y-YOU’VE MADE YOUR POINT! YOHOHOU’VE MAHADE YOUR POHOHOINT!”, he cackled in response to another raspberry, “NOHOT AHAGAHAIN!”
But he was just so sweet like this! And seeing him laugh so happily, how could you not tickle him to bits?!
Eventually, after the sixth raspberry, p.AI.nter squealed loudly and decided to let himself fall backwards, his back now resting on your torso and hiding his neck. You blink in slight surprise as p.AI.nter took a minute for his systems to cool down. He let out an artificial sigh before wearing a nervously smug expression at you. “H-Hah! Can't tickle me there now..!” You hum.
He’s right, you can’t…Guess you’ll have to raspberry another spot.
“W-What..?!”
Your hands slip out from under his arms and latch onto his side. He squeaks in flustered shock before feeling his whole body shift to where his stomach area was on your lap, immediately getting that lovely anticipatory nervousness again. “P-Pal! Buddy! You don’t have to do this..!”
Oh, but you do. He wanted to be tickled, so you plan to make sure he has a great time; that he experiences all that there is to experience! And tummy raspberries? Best source of dopamine out there.
“I-I’m a robot! I don’t produce that! S-So don’t you daHAHARE—! Expehehehendable!”
You began scribbling your nails across p.AI.nter’s stomach, making sure they didn’t leave one spot on the sensitive area out of the fun. p.AI.nter’s body arched and squirmed to try and wiggle away from the tickling. His heels hit against the floor as he kicked his legs, and his arms immediately flailed around in protest. His drawn smile was wider and happy, and he had now, genuinely, painted his background pink. You smirk.
He was tickled pink. How cute!
“NNGH—! THAHAT WAHAHAS AWFUHUHUL!”
Awww, and here you thought it was a good pun, considering how much he was laughing right now.
You made sure to give him a few swift scritches in the center of his belly for that, which earned you a shriek and some nice high-pitched laughter mixed with a few frantic apologies. You chuckle at p.AI.nter’s flustered reactions, but you notice just how burning hot his body was. Right. His systems are probably not used to such a heavy amount of energy load. Better make this quick then.
Amidst your slight panic, you gave p.AI.nter absolutely no warning as you suddenly scooped him up — you were surprised at how light he really was — and blew a big raspberry right in the center of his stomach. The mechanical whirr and guffaw that left the robot was almost comical.
“AHAHAHA—?! E-E-EXPENDABLE! OHOH GOHOHOD!” You laugh a little, wearing a sinister smirk on your face.
He was lucky you weren’t going your hardest. Then you would really be killing him.
This wasn’t your hardest?! p.AI.nter slightly short-circuited at the thought, his canvas now becoming slightly more red than before; though, he hardly had much time to actually think before p.AI.nter felt another raspberry on his stomach, causing him to laugh loudly and freely. “NOHOHOHO! I-IHIHIT—! IHIHIT TIHIHI—!”
You blew one final raspberry, the loudest and most obnoxious one you could muster.
p.AI.nter’s laughter began to glitch out fully, his voice echoing and reverbing ever so slightly with noises popping in left and right. You took that as a sign that the AI had had enough, and you very quickly stopped your onslaught. You looked at p.AI.nter on your lap, watching as he just laid there tiredly. His fans whirred rapidly to try and cool his body and systems down.
Your eyes gaze at his expression, and you smile as you see a face of pure, grateful joy. You sigh contently before gently placing your hand on p.AI.nter’s stomach and rubbing it to help chase away the ghost tickles. He giggled at the touch, though it was infinitely more soft than his previous bouts of laughter.
Is he okay?
“Heheh…Thahat was…fun. Wow…”, he mumbled to himself with a goofy smile. He carefully rolled off your lap before sitting up. His smile turned bashful, averting his eyes shyly.
“Thank you…for doing that.”
It was no problem. You were happy to—
The walkie talkie suddenly beeped to life, both of you turning to look at it. “p.AI.nter, buddy, you there?”, Sebastian’s voice suddenly rang from the other side. Immediately, the AI sped towards the walkie talkie. “Se-Sebastian! I’m here!”, he answered, and you could tell he was a little embarrassed, “Do you need anything?”
“Yeah. Got something important to tell you…”, his tone was somewhat grim. Your stomach dropped, and you could tell p.AI.nter was feeling a similar kind of nervousness. “Wh-What is it? Is everything okay?!” Sebastian sighed. “Yeah, yeah, just…” A bit of silence.
“You have a nice laugh, p.AI.nter~”
“SEBASTIAN!”
The wheeze you let out almost took all the air out of you.
Ehh, the +30 heat has eaten up all my productivity, so this is all I have the energy for right now((
Lee! Demo, it's the only thing I've been thinking about for the past week, especially the raspberries…. damn, he deserves all the raspberries on this planet😩
And I've done again your(mswhatever), past order, I hope I've pleased you this time:3
Hello there! I saw that you want to have some Roblox pressure ideas to write. I was wondering if you would like to make something with Sebastian and the expendable? Maybe him either A comforting the reader, or B the reader comforting him./nf I hope you’re doing well and have a good rest of your day! Remember to stay hydrated 🩵
[GOD FINALLY I FINISHED THIS AAAA-]
The Kind of Touch You’ve Longed For
Fandom: Roblox Pressure
Characters: Reader/You (Ler), Sebastian (Lee)[written as platonic, but go wild lol]
Words: 8649 words
CW: mild swearing, mentions of dying/death, mentions of blood, etc.
Summary: You and Sebastian may not be the closest of pals, but when you see someone who you’ve grown to care for, panicked and vulnerable, you can’t help, but be there for him…
A/N: OK OK— THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE BECAUSE MY GOD— I was so excited to write this, I started writing it…and then it was like all creativity lost me in the moment. But I got a new phone and I was determined to finish this fic before I transferred to it (for some reason ajdhck-) truthfully, I don’t know how to feel about this fic…it’s long and wordy, but I’ve heard that people starting taking a liking to longer tkl fics with more exposition and stuff, so who knows? maybe this is more of a normal fic with tkling sprinkled in- or maybe the propaganda I’ve been spreading all this time finally works out? I’ve also never written in the second-person until this fic, soooo yeah hdjdjd— I hope you can enjoy this terrible fic anyhow…I’m so sleep deprived
You are expendable. You spent 93 days in prison; not even a quarter of the time you were expected to spend in containment. At least you think so? You can’t remember what you were charged with. You can’t remember whether you actually committed the crime or not. You can’t remember what prison you were whisked off to. You can’t even remember your own name, not really anyways. But you supposed that none of that really matters anymore.
Because one day, three men from the highly recognizable company, Urbanshade, approached the inmates of your prison with an offer— become members of their EXR-P Team and go to their abandoned site at the bottom of the ocean to retrieve a very important artifact (a crystal, you think it was?) with the promise of not only freedom and a complete wipe of any and all criminal records, but a large sum of money that would keep any person well off for the rest of their life.
You took that offer, as did many of your fellow inmates. As you squished into a large bus with an overwhelming and varied cast of prisoners, you thought about the whole ordeal, wondering if this was really happening. You wondered why this was happening at all. You may be a convict, but you weren’t dense or a brute: there just had to be something the officials weren’t telling you, or anyone else for that matter— after all, why would they be offering something so incredible just to retrieve a crystal, especially with the chance of letting a dangerous criminal go off scott-free? It had to be dangerous; it was the only reason they would be so desperate to offer this to prisoners, and you prepared yourself for the inevitable consequences. For harsh treatment from everyone and everything around you.
Once you arrived at a checkpoint of sorts, you were slipped into a waterproof jumpsuit and diving gear, lovingly included with a bomb strapped to your neck that would go off should you disobey orders. Fantastic. You were brought over to a loading dock with your fellow inmates, full of other prisoners Urbanshade guards had already led to the dock. Situated at each dock was a submarine, some bigger to fit an entire expedition of people and tinier ones should anyone want to go alone or with a smaller group. You had chosen to go alone, more terrified of the people you would be paired with than whatever could possibly be down there.
But man…Never in your life did you expect what you saw down there.
Terrifying creatures beyond comprehension, some defying any laws of science you knew about. Swift and relentless, bloodthirsty and horrifying…and yet it felt like a game to them all, a race to see who could kill you first…Which one was going to be the one to cause your death? And cause your death they did— over and over and over again. You can hardly remember the first time you died, the second, third, fourth, or fifth…But you remembered you’ve died a lot, and you remembered that it hurt every time. In some runs, by sheer misfortune, you died before you even made it half-way through the Blacksite. By even worse misfortune, you would croak just before the few final doors to the end, harboring a crystal you’ve never managed to even lay a finger on, the very item that would guarantee your freedom.
You were trapped in an endless cycle of living, dying, getting revived; rinse and repeat. It got to the point where you weren’t sure you were ever going to get that crystal— honestly, with how tough everything was down here, you weren’t sure anyone was going to be able to get that crystal. You were hopelessly trapped…but you digress: thanks to your eternal resetting, you learned quite a lot about the structure of the Blacksite. Every room was starting to become more and more familiar to you, getting to the point where you were able to label rooms accordingly with their pros and cons, and were able to accurately predict what items would be in the room and where. You began to learn more and more about the inhabitants of this place— every Angler variant, Eyefestation, Squiddles, the Good People, Wall Dwellers, that stupid Pandemonium that never failed to kill you almost every run…and more.
But there was one entity that piqued your interest the most. One entity that never failed to put a small smile on your face…or make you groan from annoyance as he berated you for dying to whatever threat that killed you.
Sebastian Solace— aka ‘the Saboteur’, aka ‘Z-13’, aka whatever other dumb nickname Urbanshade gave him, aka your only goddamn friend in this goddamn place.
Every time you died, he would appear before you, giving you a document containing information on what you died to with hints on how to avoid your [eventual] demise. But he wasn’t just some weird creature from limbo that acknowledged your strange immortality— every run, at around the halfway point, he would be there: trading you useful wares in exchange for any research you may have collected. You remembered the first time you managed to make it that far, crawling into a vent after a raspy voice whispered for you to enter. You remembered being almost mortified at the sight of a large humanoid towering over you, harboring an anglerfish esca, a jagged mouth, three eyes and arms, fish fins for ears, and a long, long tail. Even when he assured you that he wasn’t going to hurt you, you cowered at the mere appearance of the being before you, which he seemed to take some sort of pride in.
After a few runs though, you became used to the monstrous and mutated appearance that belonged to Sebastian Solace — it wasn’t like you had much of a choice — but something about him lingered in you every time you saw him. He was definitely much more human than entity, evident by the way he talked and acted and moved his hands around. You became curious about his character, and every time you were revived by some mysterious force, you found yourself eager to see him; you justified it under the reasoning that Sebastian was really the only sapient person there you could talk to, aside from the few times you were respawned with a group of other Expendables (and that one voice that appeared on the screens of the Blacksite, which you later learned was named ‘p.AI.nter’).
Of course, that wasn’t a complete lie — it did become refreshing after a while to hear another person’s voice — but you knew your curiosity ran deeper than that. You wanted to know more about him; you wanted to know why he felt so much more human than most of the other entities down there.
During one of your later runs, you had racked up a lot of loose data, though that wasn’t entirely difficult if you searched well enough. You had miraculously gotten to that blessed halfway point where Sebastian’s shop was waiting for you. He welcomed you with a classic snarky remark of his, and you wasted no time buying a Medkit that you desperately needed. You had plenty of light sources on hand, so you figured you would just buy a few batteries to hold you off. As you approached the table where they were, counting the correct amount of research you had to give, you noticed something off to the side of them that you hadn’t before— it was a simple document priced at $1000 worth of research. You wondered briefly about the high price and was about to brush it off before you noticed the title of the folder.
Z-13 — “The Saboteur”
The words ‘The Saboteur’, however, had been crudely crossed out and replaced with another name: Sebastian.
This was Sebastian’s file..?!
You stared at the file for a good while, dumbfounded by the fact that such an important document was just sitting there. Not only that, but it was being sold. You always wanted to learn more about the resident shopkeeper, and now, here was an opportunity to do so! You quickly checked your collection of data, realizing you had more than enough on hand to buy the batteries you wanted and the file; something Sebastian himself seemed to take notice of as he snapped his fingers in front of your face, catching you off-guard. “Hey! You gonna buy something, or are you just gonna stand there like an idiot?”, he huffed, his voice laced with both annoyance and curiosity.
You blinked, glancing at the document and Sebastian interchangeably, a silent way of asking him if it was really okay to purchase something so personal. He didn’t seem to pick up on it, which only made you wonder more if this was really something you should ask about. But after a few more seconds of consideration, you figured it wouldn’t be for sale if Sebastian didn’t want anybody reading it — you knew the giant fish man was far from shy about expressing any sort of annoyance or disdain towards a situation — so you quickly bought a few batteries, then pointed to the file to purchase it before you changed your mind. He didn’t seem surprised by your action, which kind of reassured you a little bit about digging into his personal life. “Alright! I’ll have it ready for you to read when you’re at the surface again.”
You silently wondered why you couldn’t just read it now, but you decided to avoid asking such things in fear of Sebastian getting upset. After dying to…what was it that you died to? You don’t remember. Either way, you died and spawned back on the surface. No-one was surprised by your return or presence, as if you never got on a submarine at all…Now that you were here, you took the opportunity to read Sebastian’s file…
The words typed in that file horrified you.
A simple folder in your little hands spoke of a poor man (he didn’t seem to be any older than 19…) who was wrongfully convicted of murder and sentenced to the death penalty…before Urbanshade scooped him up and made him undergo a terrifying genetic experiment to give human beings gills. When he was finally found innocent of the crimes he was accused of years later, Urbanshade willingly withheld such information and kept him locked away in the Blacksite. It had been at least a decade since then. You knew your face had contorted into one of terror and sympathy, and you could feel Sebastian’s gaze morph as he watched your face take the shape it did.
You didn’t bother to look back at him though— it felt a little awkward to stare at him after reading something like that, so you had just quietly slid the file back to him. He didn’t say anything to you and you wouldn’t say anything back. You knew he wouldn’t want your pity, so saying anything about what you had read would’ve just annoyed him. But ever since that deep dive into his personal life and situation, you decided to make his life as easy as you could.
You never lingered in his shop more than you needed to, and you made sure to keep a respectable distance from him. You never blinded him with a flash beacon or tried to jump on him, unlike other members of your group if you were in one. You didn’t jab your keycard into his wares or ask for a discount. You always made sure to come into his shop— even if you didn’t necessarily need anything at the moment, you made sure to buy something, suspecting that the fish man needed the loose assets for some revenge plan against Urbanshade or perhaps even freedom.
He seemed to take notice of your intentions…and somehow strived to be extra annoying and disrespectful towards you. He grumbled every time you entered before putting on an exaggerated faux voice of kindness. Whenever you died and met him in limbo, he made sure to berate you even more than usual.
“I'm glad to see that Urbanshade is only sending their best and brightest.”
“Yeah, I'm sure the locker with audible breathing is the perfect place to hide.”
“I didn't exactly have the highest expectations for you, but this? You died to this?”
“You are scum and deserve every piece of shrapnel stuck in your face.”
You rolled your eyes at all the petty insults and harmful teases. Maybe spat out a few curses and groans right in Sebastian’s face, who seemed to take immense pride in lowering any self-confidence you had, but that smug face would wash away the minute you made it to his shop in another run and treated him with the same kindness and respect you’ve been doing. You could tell he didn’t understand it, and he seemed aggravated at your kindness, just as you suspected. But what were you to do? You couldn’t help but feel sympathy towards him. You wouldn’t feel right messing with him, no matter how many times he seemed to try to convince you to hate him.
…Was he trying to convince you to hate him? Who would want to be hated..?
Eventually, Sebastian just…straight up stopped talking to you. He would greet you with a simple ‘hey’, watching you almost intensely as you bought whatever you needed without a word. Once you left, he didn’t even grace you with a goodbye most of the time, usually opting with a simple hum or grumble. Was this his next grand idea to get you to hate him? To simply ignore you until you cracked and bothered him for his attention? You had to admit: if that was his plan, it almost worked on several occasions. But you wouldn’t do it.
You had your strange morals — those little sets of values that were probably the only thing left of you that was human now — and you would continue to follow them, much to Sebastian’s dismay…
And relief.
Currently, you were in the submarine, ready to begin another run. You couldn’t remember how many runs you had done before this, but you knew it was a lot. As you descended into the depths below for probably the hundredth time, your mind wandered to the Submarine Bay, where you noticed multiple submarines being launched downwards at once. It was weird to think that other EXR-P teams were in the Blacksite along with me, but you just never encountered them. How big was the Hadal Blacksite that you never have crossed paths with any other Expendables? Maybe they just died too quickly? Who knows? Certainly not you.
Either way, it didn’t take long before you reached the Blacksite, and once the submarine docked, you unloaded out of the vehicle and began your run…which, in itself, had barely anything that surprised you— there was the classic first Angler encounter, a few empty rooms with only a few pieces of data, followed by p.AI.nter locking you in a room with Eyefestation, a few more empty rooms, more Angler encounters…It was a generic run in your eyes, but you were thankful to have learned enough that you got away with minimal damage. You walked with a certain grace to your steps: shaky and scared, but still under the guise of confidence like you knew what you were doing.
Granted, you did know what you were doing, but still.
You took the time to loot drawers any time you could, which would soon prove to be useful as bad luck seemed to be a thorn at your side this run— you were unable to find many useful items, only obtaining a lantern and a lot of code breachers. Regardless, you managed to survive with limited resources and an unhealthy dose of adrenaline. After facing an encounter with the Searchlights and p.AI.nter locking you in a room yet again with not only Eyefestation, but with a bunch of turrets, you were approaching the halfway point, and that meant one thing…
Sebastian’s shop.
You entered Room #53, hoping you would get lucky and find his shop right away, only to find no vent in sight. You sighed, keeping your spirits up as you traversed through the next door. Room #52 came next, and there was still no sign of Sebastian’s shop. You could see the next door ahead, noticing it had a keycard scanner. The room didn’t look too big, you opted for searching for the keycard instead of using a code breacher. As you checked each drawer in the room however, your ears picked up on some sort of noise. You quickly eyed the closest locker — no Voidmass inside — just in case you needed to hide, but no visual cues ever came.
The noises were still going though, and you tried to listen closely to try and make out what that sound could possibly be. It definitely sounded loud…and you could almost pick up some sort of voice amongst the noise. Try as you might, you couldn’t identify the sound, but you could tell the sound was up ahead…Soon enough, you found the keycard and entered Room #51, and you realized that the noises had indeed gotten louder. Now that you were closer to the source…your eyes widened as you recognized the sound. It was Sebastian’s voice. He seemed upset.
You blink, wondering what was going on before hearing something akin to a trigger being pulled followed by a thud, albeit faintly. You hum in confusion, looting drawers again real quick, as you open the door to Room #50. As you did so, you heard another trigger being pulled, now much clearer…this time though, it was followed by a gunshot.
Oh no.
You rushed towards Room #49 before hearing more and more triggers go off. You stand there as more and more gunshots fill the room much louder than you thought they would be. Sebastian’s shop had to be the next room over, considering how loud each gunshot was. You counted each one, concluding that about five bullets were used in the time you spent in the room. There was silence for a moment…then a thud…followed by a whimpering sort of noise. Your heart began to race for some reason, and you didn’t even bother to loot anymore as you rushed once more to the door. It was locked by a keycard, but you didn’t bother to try and look for it. You fumbled with the code breacher in your hand before jamming it into the scanner.
The door opened to reveal Room #48. The whimpering — no…crying — was coming from this room…or rather, the open vent in the room. It had already been flung open, probably for the EXR-P team you assumed was now dead in Sebastian’s shop. You quietly walked towards the vent and kneeled down, wondering if you should really go in here or not before ultimately deciding that you wanted to check up on your…friend? Sebastian. You wanted to check up on Sebastian. So against your better judgment, you crawled through the vent, the smell of fresh blood wafting up your nose. It disgusted you, but you reminded yourself that you have smelled, seen, and felt worse.
You finally crawled to the end of the vent shaft, blinking in terror as you saw six dead bodies covering the whole floor. Blood trickled out of gunshot wounds either to their heads or chests. The sight was enough to horrify you, but the sound that drew you in the vent in the first place pulled you out of your terror. Sebastian seemed to be…crying. Which confused you…He didn’t seem like the type to ever want to shed a tear! It felt such a breach of privacy to be doing this, but you wouldn’t feel right about yourself if you didn’t even at least try and be there for him.
You slowly moved your body out of the vent and into the shop, careful not to step on the dead remains of other humans. Your head averted itself to the spot where Sebastian normally was perched, but instead of a tall, snarkily confident figure to greet you, there was a timid, curled up creature that didn’t even acknowledge your presence. He didn’t even seem to hear you come in…You could tell he seemed to be spiraling, his claws grasping his coat as he sobbed into his forearms. What…happened?
Whatever. You needed some way to get his attention, but you didn’t want to scare or anger him…After careful consideration, you sat down on the ground, grossed out at the dead bodies around you before turning to the still crying fish mutant.
Sebastian..?
The shopkeeper perked up in surprise before hissing and facing you with anger and fear. Once he noticed it was you, his face morphed into confusion and disbelief, yet anger and fear were still present in the moment as well. You blinked at the raggedy appearance of Sebastian— you were used to seeing him a little disheveled, but not like this…
You were sorry to come in so suddenly…You just heard some commotion and—
“Get. Out.”
What..?
“GET OUT!!!”
You flinched in surprise as he yelled at you, and you couldn’t help, but notice tears streaming down his face as he did so. His pupils had also shrunk to reveal his black sclera, and his lure was hardly lit. Normally, you were keen to make sure to respect his space, but…you just couldn’t leave him like this! Crying all on his own…Besides, if you died because of this, you would just come back anyway.
You’re sorry, but you just couldn’t go yet. Not until you know everything’s okay.
Sebastian seemed stunned by your words; much too stunned to protest. You stood up from your spot on the ground and looked at the bodies, along with a bunch of broken flash beacons scattered across the floor. You sigh.
People just don’t know when to quit, huh?
You started to pick up the broken flash beacons one by one, stepping over the dead bodies to place them on a shelf and arranging them to be somewhat neat. You then look at the dead bodies and grimace at the sight. You’re not sure what to do with them, but you figured Sebastian would once he gets better. So, with a deep breath, you carefully picked up the cold limp bodies of fellow humans and lined them against one of the walls, farther away from Sebastian, who watched you in disbelief as you did so. Once all the bodies were lined up neatly — a sentence you never thought you’d say — you turned back to Sebastian, who was still shuddering and crying from whatever happened.
Sebastian..?
“S-Stay back! Leave…LEAVE NOW! YOU’RE LUCKY I’M WARNING YOU AT ALL!”, he exclaimed angrily, lifting himself up a little to appear more threatening; but you weren’t swayed. You didn’t move forward, but you didn’t budge either. That seemed to aggravate him a little more, his claw-like hands gripping in a sort of threatening manner. “I SAID TO GO AWAY!!! WHAT PART OF THAT DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?!”, he yelled, louder this time. You simply shook your head.
You couldn’t leave yet. Not when your friend wasn’t doing well.
Sebastian’s eyes widened before he growled, his back and tail arched like a hissing cat. “You…idiot. I could kill you…I could kill you JUST LIKE I KILLED THOSE IDIOTS BEHIND YOU FOR MESSING WITH ME!”, he exclaimed, “YOU MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO DIE, BUT I CAN STILL MAKE IT PAINFUL!!! NOW GO AWAY!!!” You simply shook your head again. A bewildered expression stretched across his face.
You couldn’t do that. You needed to make sure he was alright.
He stared at you for a few seconds before his hands clenched into fists. “Why…? Why are you still here..?! Aren’t you afraid of me?! The MONSTER?! THE MUTANT CREATURE?! THE SABOTEUR?! DON’T PRETEND YOU SEE ANYTHING MORE THAN THAT WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME!”
You didn’t need to pretend anything. You were here because you wanted to make sure he was alright. You’ve never seen him cry before. Whatever happened before you got here must’ve been bad.
Sebastain’s breathing was deep, yet fast. He was on the verge of hyperventilating, his chest rising and falling at a rate you knew wasn’t safe. His expression showed he wasn’t used to this care, nor was he expecting it from you of all people. The confusion was making his anxiety rise, and you could feel start to lose himself. Without giving it much thought, you sat down in front of him again, criss-cross, and smiled patiently.
You knew Sebastian and you weren’t friends or anything, but you cared about him all the same, so you were going to stick around until he was back to his snarky, crabby self.
You put your hand to your chest, making sure he was watching you. Your hand lifted upwards as you breathed in, then slowly lowered as you breathed out. You made sure to do this slowly, but continuously. You knew it was almost childish, and you didn’t know how Sebastian would take it, but eventually you noticed that he began to copy you to some degree, his breathing getting less harsh and more controlled; and once you were sure his breathing would stay normal, you peered at his face once more. Tears still stained his face, but they weren’t flowing as freely anymore, and his pupils had dilated back to ‘normal’.
The two stared at each-other for a moment, Sebastian combing his fingers through his hair as he stared at you with that same look of bewilderment.
It was clear he had no idea how to respond to suddenly being thrown into a vulnerable situtaion— he clearly didn’t expect someone else to come on by, especially so soon after his rampage. It felt awkward to just leave after witnessing all that, but you ultimately decided you would let Sebastian make the first move…You hoped that first move would be soon though.
Sebastian seemed to glance behind you, taking notice of the way you organized the broken beacons and the dead bodies. He seemed to almost want to laugh at that. “…Didn’t know you were so comfortable touching the dead. You grave-robbed before or something?”, he asked, his voice still a little choked up from crying. You blinked and shrugged in response. Of course something like that would be the first thing he says to you.
Well, when you’re surrounded by the dead on the daily, you tend to grow a tolerance to it all.
Sebastian chuckled at that. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Join the club…”, he muttered with a sigh, tilting his head down and using his other hand to wipe away his stinging eyes, “Urgh…My head is pounding. Thank god you don’t have one of those Imaginary Friends on you…Or any friends for that matter.” You scoffed at the insult, but decided not to let anything distract you from the question you’ve wanted to ask. The words flowed out of your mouth like butter, though a hint of nervousness weaseled its way into your tone.
Sebastian groaned at your question.
“Oh, what do you think, Expendable? I’ve got a hoard of dead bodies lined up oh-so-neatly in my shop, blood painting my walls, and your sorry stubborn ass sitting on my floor watching me fix myself up after the murder of six annoying vermin…”, Sebastian hissed, only a little bit of malice in his voice before he groaned again, “I’m just peachy.”
You’re glad to hear he’s feeling better.
Sebastian grumbled at the obvious happiness you felt. He didn’t seem to have much energy to get up, instead resting his head on his crossed arms and adjusting his long body to get himself a little more comfortable. He seemed to be begrudgingly accepting that you probably weren’t going to hurt him, but that didn’t stop him from glaring at you once he saw no chance of you moving from your spot. Great.
What happened?
“Can’t you tell what happened?”, he answered much too harshly. You rolled your eyes before resting your cheek on your hand.
The entire group flashed Sebastian with all the beacons they had, and he got mad. That was obvious. But you had never seen him so…disheveled before. And you heard a lot of yelling before that.
Sebastian noticeably flinched at your comment before grumbling. “It’s none of your business. They were just pesky nobodies who wanted to harass me. Frankly, you’re not much better. When I tell you to leave, you leave. Got it?”, Sebastian huffed with a low growl that made you flinch. You nod gently.
He was right. You were sorry for overstepping.
Sebastian blinked, his claws digging into his arms once more. “You have got to be kidding…”, he whispered in annoyance. You blinked and tilted his head in curiosity, earning a frustrated noise from Sebastian as he gripped his hair roughly again. “GEURH—!! How can someone be as stubbornly kind as you?! Ever since you read my stupid file, you’ve been treating me like…Like—!”
Like a human being?
“…I don’t need your pity, Expendable. I don’t need anyone’s pity. You think just because you feel sorry for me, it’s going to reverse everything that’s ever been done to me?”, he mumbled, his eyebrow twitching as he stared daggers at you.
Of course not. Nothing you do can ever give Sebastian back what he lost. Besides, you knew he didn’t need your pity. He’s done so much on his own without any support from anyone else. You were just treating him with the human decency he deserved.
Sebastian didn’t say anything, looking down at the floor, then past you at the dead bodies of his fresh kill. He looked back down at the floor and felt his eyes burn once more. No! He wouldn’t cry in front of you…not again.
You took notice of this and frowned empathetically. You hummed in thought before repositioning your sitting position to rest on your knees. The mutant in front of you seemed confused by the action, then realized what you were doing once you patted your lap. He flinched, not knowing if he should feel taunted or disgusted by the action. He looked up at you to complain and reject such a stupid offer…then stopped as he saw you give a gentle smile.
He flinched; something so simple reminded him of something so familiar…He found himself lost between the side of him that had grown hardy to survive in the world he was trapped in and the side of him that longed to feel little and safe again…
He wanted to be safe again. Was that so much to ask? But was he really going to take that risk? With a stranger? Were you even considered a stranger to him anymore?
…Against his better judgement, he gripped at the floor before sliding his whole body towards you, which caught you a little by surprise— you didn’t think he’d accept your offer. Carefully, he rested his head against your lap, his hands settled by your sides in case you tried anything. He watched your hands as best he could, but the minute they left his field of vision, he began to quiver— something he’d never admit to doing in a million years. “If you try anything…”
You wouldn’t. You won’t touch him beyond this. Not without his permission.
Sebastian’s body still shook uncomfortably, but you felt it slowly settle down as he rested on your lap in silence. You both remained that way for a while, him lying down while you hummed a little lullaby you remembered from before all this. That alone seemed to calm him down. It was strange, having such an oddly comforting moment in a hellhole like this…
“…I’m a monster.”
No, he wasn’t.
“I literally am.”
He knows what you mean.
“…Goddammit. You’re too genuine for this place. How in the hell did you even end up down here?”
You don’t remember. Maybe you were some filthy murderer.
“A weakling like you? Nah.”
You and Sebastian sat there in silence for a few more minutes , the only sound around you being the sound of bells, your humming, and Sebastian’s relaxed breathing. Soon enough, you heard the fish man grumble, then felt something graze your hand. It was Sebastian’s hand, and he carefully grabbed it and raised it up until he placed it on his head. “Not a word”, he threatened, “Or I pop your head off.” You agreed to his murderous terms and began to gently run your fingers through his hair. It was wet and a bit knotted, but surprisingly well-kept despite the environment around you. You continued humming as you did so, and though you felt him shiver a few times, you felt Sebastian get slowly more relaxed. You begin to get lost in the rhythmic motion, more or so focusing on correctly humming your chosen melody than the action itself…
Sebastian suddenly flinched violently, scaring you a little with how sudden it was. You quickly asked if he was okay, immediately removing your hand from his figure. He grumbled a little before nodding. “I’m fine…”, he said through gritted teeth.
Did you do something wrong?
“Urgh…No. You just…touched my neck is all.”
Oh, had you? Was it a sensitive spot for him?
Another flinch. It scared you again, but you grew more confused, considering you weren’t touching him anymore.
Sebastian?
“…’M ticklish, is all…”, he said, his voice practically in a whisper. It sounded like he really had to force himself to get that simple sentence out. You blink in surprise. By all accounts, Sebastian could, of course, be ticklish, but the idea of it never crossed your mind. Especially in a place like this, you never expected such a thing to be brought up. It was almost amusing to think about. You apologized for the unwanted touch regardless.
“It’s…whatever. I, uh, didn’t know I was still…”, Sebastian started, but his voice trailed off. He became lost in thought, much to your curiosity. You wondered what he was thinking about before you noticed his body began to quiver once more. His face was buried in your legs, so you couldn’t see his expression, but based on what he said next, you were willing to believe his face was flushed. “…D-Do it again”, he said meekly, clearly unsure himself about what he was asking for you to do.
Huh?
“Don’t make me ask again…And you better not say a damn word about it either…”, he hissed through gritted teeth. You didn’t want to aggravate the mutant further, so you agreed and hummed to sort of signal you were about to do it. You swear you heard him mumble a quiet “please be gentle…”, and your heart melted a little. You wouldn’t call attention to it though, for his sake. Anyways, you carefully brought your hand close to his neck and, using one of your fingers, began to gently scratch against the back of it. You panicked a tad when Sebastian flinched once more, only to immediately relax once…the sweetest giggles ever began to pour out of the fish man?!
“Mmphff—! Keheheh…Ahaha!”
Your pupils dilated a tad as you heard the somewhat frantic giggles of Sebastian. Your heart felt like it skipped a beat or two, because you had never heard Sebastian laugh before— not like this anyway! It seemed…much more free than his usual mischievous chuckle…Was this really happening? You chuckled a little yourself, feeling Sebastian bury his face deeper into your legs as his ear fins began to flap a little from the new sensations. You hummed once more as you gently slid your finger up and down the back of his neck, in awe of how his shoulders shook as he laughed and how his whole body jumped when you grazed over a sensitive little area on the little spot— his almost innocent reactions…This was, frankly, one of the most adorable things you’ve experienced in this dumpster fire!
Doing okay, Sebastian?
“GHK—! Ihihi’m gohohood…”
You smiled and nodded, continuing the gentle sliding and scritching for a little while before changing your tactic to instead drum your fingers against his neck. His snickers grew a little louder, and his whole body sort of scrunched up to try and protect the spot; his large tail thumped lightly against the walls of the shop, and his third arm patted against the ground rapidly. “H-Hehey! Snrk—! T-T-That..! Kekeheheheh…” You smiled as you listened to his soft laughter— it showed nothing, but pure happiness, and you just knew this was something you were going to treasure for the rest of the time you were stuck down here.
You hum as you continue to drum and slide across Sebastian’s neck, chuckling whenever he would flinch at your touch. Soon enough, you get a sort of idea, and you drag your finger to the end of his neck and begin to gently circle around the bone that you could feel there. Sebastian’s laughter, very quickly, raised in volume, and it must have tickled a bit more than before because his ear fins and tail were wagging and thumping much faster now.
“Nohohoho…eheHEHAHA! IHIHIT TIHIhihickles..!”, he giggled mindlessly, seemingly in bliss as he wrapped his two arms around your waist. He seemed to forget where he was for a moment…How you wanted to help him hold on to that feeling forever. He deserved it after being tortured for so long.
Does he need you to stop?
“Prrr….eheheh—! NohoHOHOT yehehet…”
Did Sebastian just purr?! Alright, there was no way you were going to be able to comment on that without getting shot in the head, but that didn’t mean you didn’t internally squeal the moment you heard it. Either way, you decided to be a little bold, circling the bone for a little longer before tracing circles on his back. He flinched violently again and you tilted your head worriedly, slowing down the tickles to check up on him. You apologized quickly.
Was that too much?
“N-Nohoho…Mmm, just caught off-guard…”
Can you go on?
Sebastian grumbled before nodding, and once you were given the ‘okay’, you continued to trace shapes around his neck and back, smiling as you figured out what areas seemed to make him laugh the most:
Of course, his neck was very sensitive and when you tickled there or near there on his back, he seemed to let out flustered titters and bury his blushing face into your lap as his shivering body curled in on itself.
You gently slid across his back ribs, harboring a much more gentle reaction. His giggles became almost smooth, pouring out of him with hardly any breaks in his laughter. His tail swished gently as you tickled there, rather than the harsh thumps from earlier.
Circling gently against his shoulder blades gave you a lovely mix of soft giggles and frantic peals of laughter. His shoulders shook as you tickled there, and you could feel his body purr the most when you lightly massaged his shoulders.
You found yourself eager to learn more and more about this new side of Sebastian, but you knew this was a huge deal for him. As much as he was happily laughing, he was trusting you with this, and you couldn’t betray that fragile bit of trust for the sake of your own curiosity; so you simply alternated between the different spots on his back and neck, making sure to stay gentle the whole time.
You had asked that sincerely, but Sebastian sputtered out the equivalent of soft keysmash, his lure brightening up ever-so-lightly and his tail swishing in embarrassment. You felt like he understood your genuineness, but that probably didn't stop the question from being any less flustering.
That was a genuine question.
“IHIHI knohOHOW—! Ihihi juhuhust..!”
Does he need you to stop?
Sebastian seemed to actually consider it for a moment…He grumbled amongst his giggles as he thought about it before clenching his fists a little. Eventually, he nodded, and you immediately removed your hand from him. You swear that he seemed a bit shocked at this, but even so, he laid there on your lap, still giggly from your tickles. You kept your hands away from him, but tilted your head as you watched him settle down.
Is he okay?
“…”
Sebastian?
“God, this is humiliating…”
You blink as you watch him roll over off your lap. Sebastian, now on his back, laid next to you, his face flushed as you suspected, but harboring an expression that seemed to be a mix of confused, happy, and frustrated. “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this. I must be so goddamn desperate…I’m surprised you’re not making fun of me.”
Why would you? Hasn’t he gotten by now that you don’t want to hurt him?”
“Eugh, I know! It’s just—! Arugh, I’ve been so shitty to you..!”
Glad to know that he acknowledges that.
He shot you a death glare for a moment, but sighed as he realized he probably deserved the bit of sass. He pinched the bridge of his nose “Look, the point is…Why are you being so nice to me?”, he asked with a huff before averting his eyes from your gaze. You sigh and shake your head.
This may come as a surprise to him, but not everybody is like the shitshow that is Urbanshade. Like you’ve said many times over, you understand his situation, and you simply wish nothing, but the best for him…Oh, and p.AI.nter. Couldn’t forget about him.
Sebastian sighed and nodded, looking back at you. “He’s…a good kid. He deserves his freedom.”
So does Sebastian.
The shopkeeper said nothing for a bit, looking away once again before groaning and crossing his arms. His claws gripped his sleeves once more, and you already had a sneaking suspicion of what he was going to say next. Or at least wanted to say. He glanced at you, seeing that knowing gleam in your eyes, before huffing in embarrassment. “You know what I want.”
You didn’t want to say anything. You were waiting for him to give the okay.
“…Thanks”, he mumbled out a reply, his ears fins flapping once more. He clearly wasn’t used to so much positive attention. Not anymore anyways.
Where’s ‘good’?
He flinched at the question, his cheeks turning dark as he grumbled. “How about I tell you what’s ‘bad’ instead?”, he mumbled again, to which you agreed as long as he let you know if anything else was uncomfortable during it. You knew that wasn’t a problem, but you think he secretly appreciated the thought nonetheless. Thankfully for him, he was much less embarrassed telling you what he didn’t like rather than what he did, and it gave you a good idea of just how gentle and careful you needed to be.
Not at his ribs because they had a second set of gills around that area, be careful near his third arm because the flesh was kind of thin and painful at times, don’t touch near his chest because of a massive surgery scar there…You listened to all his points and nodded to show you understood. You could tell he was nervous throughout, but you made sure to show your sincerity, and that seemed to calm him down some. Even still, he was shaking a little as he finished his preferences, something he was obviously cursing himself for— appearing weak in front of someone who he should consider his enemy. God, was he touch-starved.
Are we all good?
“…Mmm, sure…”
You will be gentle. He calls the shots.
Sebastian slowly nodded at that, allowing himself to settle down. Carefully, you placed your hand on his stomach, noticing him flinching at your touch. You quickly checked for any signs of uncomfortableness before gently scribbling your fingers against the spot. The reaction was almost immediate, both his frantic giggling and your big dorky smile that came from hearing it. “Ghhh—! Ehehehaha! W…Why thehehere fIHIHIRST? Snrk—!”, he snickered out a shy reply, covering his jagged mouth with the palm of his hand, his shoulders shivering at the contact. You were surprised at how much he was laughing, wondering how thin his shirt was…Maybe your natural body heat added a sort of pleasant sensation to the mix?
Doing alright?
“Mmhm—! Eheheh…”
Quick question: two hands alright? Or would he rather just stick with one?
“T-Twohoho’s fihIHINE…Nhmn—!”
You nodded with a soft smile, your hand continuing to lightly scribble and skitter against Sebastian’s belly. Your other hand would soon join the fray, resting against where Sebastian’s body and tail met before beginning to massage the tense areas there. “GAHAHA—! Kekeheheheh…Ohohoh gOHOD! Pff-hehehehe!”, he laughed, his ear fins matching in color with his face as they flapped. Your eyes sparkled as the shopkeeper began to move his torso from side to side from the pure sensation alone. Of course, you didn’t let the slight movement stop you: your fingers skillfully circled and prodded at their chosen spot, and you hummed in delight as you stared at the happy expression on Sebastian’s face.
Is he enjoying himself?
“Mmph—! N-Nohohot AHANSWERING THAHAhahahat…!”
You took that as that he was happy, though you slowed down your tickles a bit just in case. After a bit, you decided to focus on just one spot, bringing the hand that was tickling his stomach down to the other hip. It mimicked the movement of the first one, gently caressing and circling the sensitive spot. You nearly stopped out of shock at the way Sebastian flinched and let out an uncharacteristic noise amongst his laughter. His upper arms opted to cover his face, one still pressed firmly against his mouth, while the other clutched his scarf and pulled it upwards. His third arm patted against the ground as his tail swished around, controlled by the electrifying sensation of your tickles.
You didn’t have to be told twice, immediately pausing your tickles and giving Sebastian a little break. You panicked for a moment, slight remorse in your eyes as you looked at the mutant’s face. You were relieved to find the tired, but not dissatisfied eyes of Sebastian, who giggled mindlessly as he settled down. He opened one of his eyes to peek at you before breaking eye contact the minute he saw you looking at him. A gentle smile found its way to your face, and once he seemed calmed down enough, you carefully rested your hands on his sides.
Ready?
“Meheheh…J-Just do ihihit already…”
You nodded before carefully poking and prodding at his sides. Sebastian jumped at the touch and began to shimmy once more as you lightly grazed your nails along the sensitive spot. “EheheHEH—! Prrr…Stuhuhupid, stuhuHUPID..! GHK—!” He moved his torso side to side, trying to pry your wriggling fingers away from his body out of instinct. Of course, his flushed face told a different story— he had wanted this kind of playful touch for so long. He didn’t expect to receive it, especially not from you, and it felt almost addicting in a way. He cringed at himself — or at least would’ve if he wasn’t giggling and snickering like a doofus — for being near obsessed with the situation he was in. It was just so…freeing, as terrifying as it was. And he supposed it wasn’t weird to feel that way…
This feeling is what he’s been fighting for for so long anyway, right?
“MmeHEH! GEHEHAhahaha! Ohohoh fuhuhuhuck..! Nohohohoho…”, Sebastian exclaimed, any thoughts basically melting into a single thought of ‘laugh. it’s okay to laugh for a bit’. You recognized that and smiled at the state of the shopkeeper, the same one who insulted you for every death you succumbed to or turned up his nose every time you wandered into his shop. He was in a state of pure bliss, in a little slice of Heaven in this inescapable Hell, and you cherished the happy look on his face, the frantic laughter that pooled out of his throat, and the involuntary squirming caused by your touch…Both of you felt human again in that brief moment.
How was he doing, by the way?
“EHEHAHAHA! SNRK—! Yohohohou suhuhuhuck… *hic!* HehehaHA-! Ok ok! Ehehenough—!”
In an instant, the sensation faded as you stopped and pulled your hands back. You smiled as you watched Sebastian settle down for the final time, and you couldn’t help, but see the shopkeeper as adorable. Not in the sense of your traditional cuteness, you suppose— more like…sort of charming? Beautiful even? You never realized how nice it was to see the innocence of human nature with something as simple as laughter. Though, you supposed you did always have a fascination for laughter— the different ways people laughed or how their eyes crinkled when they laughed really hard, how some even fell over from their own hilarity. It made you smile probably in a way that definitely came off as overenthusiastic.
“What are you smiling about, punk?”
Nothing. Nothing at all.
“Suuure…”
He was a man of justice, yes? You were innocent until proven guilty.
“…Hmph.”
He was okay though, right? You weren’t too rough with him?
“‘M fine. You…were fine.”
Good.
You stretched your arms before slowly picking yourself off the floor, though you noticed a familiar light coming from…the side of your neck? You averted your eyes, glancing at the bomb collar to see the red light flashing periodically. That was the signal for when it was about to blow…Your face went pale, but you remembered that the SCRAMBLER Sebastian had — you noticed it in the corner where he usually sat — prevented them tracking you or detonating your gear. But with that being said…it must mean they’ve gotten suspicious. “What’s up with you? Standing there like a freak…”
Your diving gear is flashing. Seems you had stayed here too long for HQ’s taste. They were probably going to detonate your gear the minute you walked out of the vent.
“Aaaand that’s why you never linger in my shop! Remember that in your next run~”, Sebastian teased, pointing at you. You rolled your eyes. Seems like he was back to normal. Good for his sake, bad for your self-esteem. “Oh well. At least I get to loot your corpse. I’ll give them back to you…for a fee, of course.” You sighed: you knew the song and dance by now. But speaking of looting…you rummaged through your pockets for a moment before pulling out the research you’ve amassed and handing it to Sebastian. He looked at it and groaned a little.
“I thought I told you I don’t need your pity.”
So he doesn’t want your research?
“Transcation’s already been made! Back off!”, Sebastian exclaimed, yoinking the data out of your hand and pushing you away with his hand. You chuckle and shake your head in amusement before taking a deep breath and facing the vent that led to your demise. No point in lingering around any further. What a weird run this turned out to be. You looked back at Sebastian, who was sorted through your data, and shrugged.
See you in limbo.
“Heheh…See you real soon.”
You sighed and crawled through the vent. As you suspected, the minute you stepped out of the space, HQ came on the intercom and told you to prepare for PDG detonation. Your diving gear blew your head clean off, pain coursing through your neck. When you woke up, you found yourself back to that same desk and chair where Sebastian gave you a document of what you died on…but he wasn’t there. Instead on the desk was a note reading ‘Use it wisely’…next to a Ferryman Token.