What if, HQ's situation was worse than the scientists expected. At that point, they propose a sperimental and painful solution to salvage him, that is, to be plugged in Navi's sistem.
daily pressure doodles until i throw some hand cream into a toaster intentionally day 61
humanoid navi and playing with perspective!
i'm sorry if the posts feel lazy these past few days, i think burnout might be just around the corner. daily pressure attacked yet again - but this time if i stop i might actually disappear for another 8 months. i have to be urbanshades strongest soldier
OMG PLEASE WRITE OG SEBASTIAN MEETING SWAP!READER PLEASEEEE 🙏🙏
BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES RN
(Idk how exactly they would meet lets just assume the timelines got crossed because of some urbanshade/mr loope bullshit.)
The static crackle of the walkie-talkie broke the quiet hum of Sebastian’s shop, pulling his attention away from the crate he had been stored with files.
“Sebastian,” the voice buzzed through the line, ragged with urgency, “you’re not gonna believe this, but something huge is headed straight for you.”
Sebastian’s ear-fins twitched upright. He leaned over and snatched up the walkie-talkie, his grip tightening.
“What is it? Another experiment? Pandemonium?”he asked, his voice dripping with concern.
“That’s the thing,I can’t get a clear look at it. Whatever it is, it’s moving like a scrambler.”
Sebastian cursed under his breath, his voice low as he muttered into the receiver.
“Damn it… could be Urbanshade operatives.”
His hand slid instinctively to his sidearm, unsheathing it with a sharp click of metal. “And you’re sure it’s heading this way?”
“Yeah,” Painter answered, static hissing over his words. “I’ll try to slow it down.”
“No,” Sebastian snapped quickly, already striding for the door. “If it’s running a scrambler field, it’ll fry your systems. Don’t risk it.”
“Just keep an eye on it as best as you can” Sebastian said into the walkie talkie, biting his lip hard enough to bleed.
“Alright, Sebastian?”
“Yeah kid?”
“Be safe”Painter’s voice cracked slightly, worry etched into every syllable before the line dissolved into static.
Sebastian exhaled slowly, the sound more like a hiss than a sigh. His fingers tightened around the grip of his gun until his knuckles ached. He slithered out of the shop
Urbanshade having another scrambler hadn’t crossed his mind,not when the one he’d stolen was only a prototype.
If this thing was on his trail, then it had to be better. Stronger. Sharper. They wouldn’t risk sending it unless they were certain it could put him down.
Like hell he’d go down without a fight!
He wanted the upper hand. Wrapping his tail around a rusted pipe, he began to climb the same route he always took when he slinked in to lift documents off expendables.
Despite his large size he was able to move quickly and quietly throughout the blacksite.
Still he couldn't shake the dread coiling up in his stomach, he already made it this far into his escape plan he couldn’t risk losing it now.
He pressed the walkie-talkie close to his mouth, voice low.“Painter, when’s the last time you saw it?”
A beat of static. Then Painter’s voice came back, taut with tension.“It should be right below you. That’s the last reading I got.”
Sebastian hummed low in his throat as he lowered himself into the dimly lit room, his eyes scanning every shadow for signs of Urbanshade guards. He flicked on his esca, the faint bioluminescent glow cutting through the dark.
Maybe that was his mistake.
The crack of a gunshot shattered the silence so close it seared the air past his skull. Pain flared sharp and hot as the bullet tore through the edge of his ear fin.
His head rang with the impact, a shrill buzzing drowning out his own breath.
Snapping toward the source, Sebastian returned fire in quick, sharp bursts, his free hand pressing against the warm slick of blood trailing down his neck.
A loud animalistic screech rang out assuming Sebastian bullets had landed on whatever was shooting him.
The thing lunged out of the dark with terrifying speed, colliding with Sebastian and driving his massive frame into the ground.
His tail lashed out, coiling instinctively around another tail thick, sinewy, and stronger than his own. Snarls tore through the room, echoing against metal walls.
The glow of his esca illuminated its face. Porcelain. A white mask, smooth and painted with a simple smiley face.
It had all three of his hands pinned, strength pressing into his bones. One clawed hand wrestled with his third arm, wrenching the gun away before he could fire again.
it was now concurring to Sebastian how much larger this creature was and with how close it was now he could take in its features.
It looked like a copy of him.
The same coiling tail. The same three arms. The same ear fins, even the same faint glow of an esca. If not for the porcelain mask grinning down at him, he was certain the thing’s face would mirror his own.
Had Urbanshade copied his DNA? Created this… thing as the perfect weapon to hunt him down?
A snarl ripped from Sebastian’s throat. He drove his head upward, smashing it into the porcelain face. Once. Twice. Again. The sharp crack of shattering ceramic rang out, splintering with every brutal headbutt.
Pain throbbed across his skull, a pounding headache blooming behind his eyes, but he ignored it. He didn’t care.
The creature shifted, releasing one of his hands just long enough to slam its weight onto his head, trying to pin him down.
By then the mask was a spiderweb of cracks, fragments falling away to reveal hints of whatever lay beneath.
Sebastian bared his fangs, ready to break it entirely.
With one arm finally free, Sebastian drove his fist into the creature’s stomach, again and again, each blow landing with a dull, meaty thud.
The thing let out a distorted yelp, jerking forward as its porcelain mask slipped askew. For a split second, the light of his esca caught the gleam of jagged teeth behind the cracks.
Sebastian didn’t hesitate, he slammed his fist in one more time.
The creature snapped its head down like a striking beast, jaws clamping around his hand. White-hot pain exploded through him as its teeth sank deep, crushing bone.
Sebastian screamed, the sound raw and guttural, certain several of his fingers had just shattered under the pressure.
“Damnit!” he swore inwardly, tears stinging his eyes.
The helplessness clawed at him worse than the pain, dragging him back to memories he wished he could bury strapped to a cold table, scalpel gleam above him, his body nothing more than a specimen to be cut apart.
“GET OFF OF ME!!” he roared, voice breaking as fury surged through his veins.
The creature paused, seemingly caught off guard by his words but it was enough for Sebastian to maneuver his tail to push up to throw the creature off of him.
However it just sent him tumbling as their tails were still intertwined and the two of them tumbled across the floor in a violent struggle, claws scraping against metal, snarls echoing in the chamber.
At last, Sebastian twisted hard, forcing the creature beneath him. He slammed its arms down, pinning it with sheer weight and rage, ignoring the throbbing agony in his mangled fingers.
His breath came hot and ragged as he searched frantically for a way to kill it or at least subdue it long enough to breathe.
Then he hesitated.
The thing wasn’t fighting anymore. The once feral strength that had nearly crushed him moments ago had gone slack.
Beneath him, the masked figure trembled violently, its body quaking as though it had been plunged into ice water. Shivers racked its frame, a strange, pitiful sound catching in its throat.
Before he could question its sudden change in demeanor a gun shot rang out.
Sebastian’s blood ran cold. His gun. He remembered too late that it had been knocked from his grasp earlier, scattered across the floor.
He snapped his head in the direction of the gunshot and froze because he was looking at the ghost of himself.
Not the scaled, hardened body he inhabited now, but the man he used to be.
Human. Familiar in ways that twisted his gut. The same jawline, the same eyes, the same stance but softer, frailer.
“Get off of them!” his own voice said, angry holding his own gun,The human figure clutched the gun awkwardly, hands trembling, grip all wrong like someone who had never handled a weapon before.
staring back at Sebastian was a very pissed off Sebastian.
(this was a lot of fun, if your wondering why swap expendable is bigger is cus i'm writing them as afab and with angler fish dna the female are bigger)
