Synopsis: To strive for immortality has severe consequences.
Notes: Sebastian Solace x GN!Reader / Reader is a subject for Urbanshade / Spoilers for Sebastian’s backstory / Experimental deaths + limbs being cut off / Takes place before the events of Pressure and leads up to it / Hadal Blacksite Lockdown event (Gunfire + death) / Cursing
Credits: dividers by @cafekitsune
(Saw a few fics of a reader who was an experiment like Sebastian here, so I decided to cook up my own. Well- This was just gonna be an idea, but as I was making this, the update came out and I felt more inspired and decided to try my hand at how the lockdown went…kinda. I’m actually really proud of this one.)
A new subject had arrived a few days ago. They moved him right next to your cell, and he looked to be around your age. You spotted the number on his shirt. “Z-13.” He mostly minded his own business and you did as well, but it’s been so long since you’ve spoken to someone else. So finally, you tapped on the window that separated you to get his attention.
At first, he wasn’t interested in talking to you but he soon started to come around and (try to) listen to you. The window muffled your voice, and he couldn’t catch your name. You couldn’t either, so in your head, you only called him Z-13. Maybe he did the same with your own number.
It was strange. Despite the complications of communicating to each other properly, sitting by the window with him was oddly comforting. You wondered if he felt the same as he leaned on the window. To him, you were always smiling when your eyes met. It was like you weren’t bothered by the situation at all, or maybe it was a mask to hide your fear. Maybe it was meant to comfort him as you were here before him. Maybe you knew what was coming, and you wanted to tell him to not be afraid.
Z-13 sometimes spotted you in the corner of your cell with a saddened look on your face. Sometimes it looked like you were about to cry. He wondered what happened that led you here. Was it the same reason as him? Were you robbed of your future just like he was?
Eventually, you were taken out of your cell and Z-13 watched you leave but not without giving him a smile and waving to him. He slowly lifted up his hand and slightly waved as you left your cell with a few people in white lab coats who were accompanied by two guards.
You were gone for a few hours and Z-13 had almost fallen asleep until he heard a gentle knock. You still had that same smile as you looked at him. For a moment, he smiled too.
Two days after you were placed back into your cell, you began to lose your vision. It was getting dark and blurry. You couldn’t see Z-13’s face anymore. By the seventh day, your vision had completely faded. Despite this, you somehow knew when the lights were on and when they were off. It wasn’t because of the faint click you could hear sometimes, you just knew. You can even sense a few people nearby. Z-13 was among one of them and was the closest, meanwhile the others were a bit further away. You can sense one roaming the halls as well.
You can even feel Z-13’s gaze on you. You wondered if he gradually noticed your change.
You had a few more tests the week after, and by the third week, you lost all feeling in your arms and legs. You can’t move them, you can’t feel if someone had touched them, nothing. The researchers had to drag you up into a wheelchair every time they needed you for another test. They even had to feed you as you couldn’t do it yourself.
You can feel eyes on you once again. Was it Z-13 looking at you? You hear faint banging and a faint voice. He must’ve noticed how you haven’t moved at all for a few hours and was trying to get your attention. You turned your head towards the general direction of the noise, and the banging stopped. He says something, but you don’t quite understand. You wish you can hear him more clearly.
You sense a few people approaching and hear your cell door open. Their footsteps get louder and they discuss something amongst themselves. One of them is really close to you.
“Can you feel me here?” They would ask.
You shook your head.
“How about here?”
No.
“Here?”
Nothing.
You only feel cold. You feel so cold. Were you dying? Is this what death feels like?
The person stands up and steps away. You hear them exchange a few words. Another one approaches you.
“Can you see us?”
No. You suddenly hear a click.
“Can you see this light?”
You nodded. Nothing else was said as you hear them leave, though they remained outside your cell for a while before walking away. You faintly hear Z-13 call out your number, at least you think he did.
…What was your number again? Why can’t you remember…
One day, Z-13 watched them take your body and leave without much discussion. A few hours went by. Hours turned into days, then into weeks, then into months. You never returned. The room was left empty and the lights inside the cell had turned off. Soon enough, it was his turn. Seeing only a glimpse of what you had to endure, he was afraid. He didn’t know if you were in pain as you never showed it, but he saw how the light in your eyes faded.
Z-13 suffered the effects of the experiments done to him alone.
Ten long years had passed since then. Z-13’s body had reformed into a mix of an anglerfish, a blue whale, great white shark, sea snake, silver spinyfin, mantis shrimp, and an extra unknown creature. He got what Urbanshade wanted, but he was a deemed a failure because of what he became. He was able to breathe underwater just like they wanted, but he was just some thing, some monster they created. He could barely look at his own reflection.
He’d overhear a guardsman talking and an idea suddenly comes to him. Once he was in the place he needed to be, he did not hesitate to act on it. Ten long, torturous years… Maybe he could finally be free if all things go according to plan.
He pretended to fall under the effects of the anesthesia and remained still for a while until the time was right. He was left unguarded. He wakes up and cautiously checks around, spotting only one guardsman.
Swift, yet still painful. It was the least they deserved. He quickly checked their body for something, anything that could open the locked doors and finds a keycard. Perfect. He grinned, quietly “thanking” Urbanshade for increasing his rank to MR-P. He knows where those creatures are being kept in. He’ll hold onto the shotgun as well.
With the keycard, he opened and freed as many as he possibly could before the guardsmen eventually surround him. Chaos would spread around the facility rapidly as the creatures relentlessly slaughtered those who got too close, who were in the way, or who had angered them for what they did to them. For locking them up for their sick experiments.
It didn’t take long for Z-13 to be identified and tracked down by other guardsmen. Once he emerged from the water, there was already a squad ready to greet him. He growled, wanting a taste of sweet revenge. He was already aware he can pack a punch thanks to the mantis shrimp DNA.
He was suddenly hit with the flash of a bright light. He covered his eyes as he yelled in pain.
“Arghhh!! You-!!” He almost fell back but he quickly caught himself. He got a quick glimpse of the one responsible for that flash. Without hesitating, he aimed his gun to them and pulled the trigger, “Piece of shit!!”
The blood splattered onto the floor and walls. Before his eyes could fully readjust and could pull the trigger again, he felt a few bullets pierce through one of his arms and some in his shoulder. He dropped the shotgun as he fell into the water where he emerged from, immediately swimming to cover as they shot into the water. He was lucky enough they missed.
He cursed, gripping his bleeding arm. He’ll leave a trail like this. He needs to move. It was hard to understand what the guardsmen above were saying, but no doubt it was further orders to follow and hunt him down. Right, after the results of his experimentation, it was later refined into a much more desired state. Majority if not all of the guardsmen now can breathe underwater.
He huffs, making up his mind and swimming away to find a safer place and hopefully something to patch up his wounds. With his uninjured arm, he manages to punch a path through in an attempt to escape them.
He looks back occasionally and listens for anything coming before continuing to wherever the path is taking him. He finally finds an opening and cautiously emerges from the water. It was quiet, mostly. There’s some distant noises, but they don’t sound like guardsmen. Once confirming it was clear, he climbs out. He hisses again, gripping the arm that was shot.
One way would potentially lead to more company, while the other leads further into the facility. An area that’s been cleared out already, so that’s where he heads to. The halls were empty. He can’t hear anything close by. There has to be something he can use here, something they left behind. Searching through every drawer and every room he could get into, sometimes even knocking down a door, he found everything but a medical kit. He kept some of the things he found though, like another gun he found and a flashlight.
He comes across a hallway he never often passed by. There was one unlocked room and the door opens upon detecting his presence. Some of the lights were knocked out already, but the glow from the tube in the other side of the room was still on. It was another containment cell for a creature they captured, one he doesn’t remember. He crawled his way inside and the door shuts behind him. His anglerfish lure blinks on as he gently pulls on it.
On one of the desks, he spots a medical kit and wasted no time to disinfect and wrap up his wounds. Then he notices a document that was left on the desk beside it. His ear-fins twitched as he glanced to the tube then back to the document. Curiosity eventually got the better of him and he opens it. His eyes widen once he sees a picture of you inside and some information.
Z-8. [First Name] [Last Name].
A subject used for an experiment to achieve immortality with the turritopsis dohrnii, otherwise known as the immortal jellyfish, as well as regenerative abilities of an octopus. Z-8 went through a series of “deaths” to study how the resurrection worked, but it turned out to be very similar to the actual jellyfish itself. They’d cut off limbs while the subject was still awake to study the regenerative abilities, and due to their poor execution, the subject had died to blood loss during some of those procedures. Still, the limbs grew back and immortality was achieved along with the ability to swim and breathe underwater, but the form the subject’s body took was undesirable and grotesque.
He looked up at the creature in the tube as he closed the document. This thing is you. A strange mix of a jellyfish and an octopus… But you’re still alive. Your loss of sight was due to your head forming into the hood of a jellyfish, almost appearing to be a veil, and the tentacles had stretched out from beneath it. Losing the feeling of your arms and legs were due to them forming into oral arms. Your torso leading up to your neck and stopping just above your mouth before it formed the hood.
He wants to get you out, but he’ll need to get you underwater. With the way your body had morphed, it wasn’t one to traverse easily on dry land. He’ll have to carry you as long as you don’t accidentally sting him. That’ll be a serious issue.
The card he has should have clearance to release you. Considering the part of the facility he’s in, there has to be a place big enough for you. One that leads outside too. Once the tube is drained and you descend to the bottom of the tube, it opens and he catches you before you fell onto the floor. The texture of your skin now made it a bit difficult to keep a grip on you but he managed to find a way that wouldn’t allow you to slip.
It doesn’t take too long for him to find a hall with its ceiling collapsed and its floor leaving a hole that leads into the floor below. That room was filled to the brim with water, and no doubt the next few rooms were to be as well. One of those rooms has to have broken off, leaving an opening to escape the facility. He carefully sets you down into the water but gets startled when you suddenly gasp and panic, wiggling out of his grasp. This caused him to drop you and splash into the water.
“H-Hey! Wait!!” He calls.
The waters settles for a bit until it bubbled and you reemerge from the water. You didn’t exactly look up at him until you sensed his light. This was the first time he gets to talk to you without a glass between you two. With how your body is now, however, he won’t be too surprised if you lost your voice as well.
“[Name], right?”
You nodded. Part of him was relieved your memory was still intact, so he continued with a smile. One he hoped you could sense in his voice.
“I’m sure you probably know me as “Z-13.” You and I were placed in cells beside each other?”
You nodded again.
“My name is Sebastian,”
Beneath the hood, he saw you smile, “H..Hello… Sebastian,”
You still had your voice.
I don’t think you guys know how happy I am with how this turned out. I don’t know why but I do really like this one.
I might end up using this concept for an OC if I’m being honest…
ehhehe I wanna request itrapped with a gn! reader who's like him in personality or goals in life (manipulative couple goals idk) and if I can add one more, headcannons plz!
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ITrapped/Gn!Manipulative Reader
: Giving me the freedom to write about how I hc ITrapped is the worst possible mistake you could ever make(kidding, he's just far different from how I characterize him compared to fanon.. I think?)
:A scenario I thought of as to how you guys met was Chance introducing you to his other good ol' buddy, ITrapped. At first, you recognized their friend to be a threat. An obstacle to your future plans that definitely didn't have something to do with Chance's reputation and wealth at least
:And it was no doubt he shared the same thought as you. A genuine friend to Chance was no good and throughout both of your introductions, he was already strategizing on how to remove you slowly
ITrapped, Chance's other close friend's name, shook your hand. Disgusting and vile, were the words that echoed in your mind. You tugged the end of your lips upward, your cheekbone pressed up to create the illusion that you were friendly. It has been a long time since you've put your skills to use so your expression definitely looked awkward, to the trained eye at least because Chance didn't seem to notice the obvious face
The crowned figure on the other hand didn't even bother to fake a smile, he instead had the look of a composed and well mannered person. Something you didn't doubt due to his Victorian-like fashion, which only fueled your need to eliminate him
:For the whole duration of that hangout, you both picked up on each other's barely masked dislike for one another. You didn't have an issue with his obvious contempt, because it was expected from a rich spoiled rotten kid like him and trying to gain a bit of respect from him or even on his nice side would prove to be a waste of time in your experience
:Seemed like you were out of luck though, because from the moment you showed the subtle disrespect towards him he was sure he wanted to watch and be the cause of your downfall. Humiliating you was his second goal just before using and killing Chance
:ITrapped use your disrespect towards him as motivation, you'd better hope that you have a clean criminal record or you're free from any kind of negative accusations. Even a smidge of stain on your reputation is something he'll definitely use against or 'playfully' joke/mention in your next interactions
:That man is dedicated to his goals, so he wouldn't have any difficulties to think of a way to make you look shit Infront of Chance. Hell, he's even willing to show a crumb of his real colors if it's just to destroy the illusion you painted for Chance
You and Chance were joking about the recent criminal caught, making fun of the fact that they let themselves get jailed so easily due to their rookie mistakes. And before you knew it, ITrapped's gaze was lingered onto you before he finally decided to contribute something to the conversation after his long silence
"Speaking of rookie mistakes— have you not committed one during the night of August 13?"
That made you and Chance stop in your tracks, he was admittedly confused and you could only glare at the man beside Chance who had a look of innocence which was obviously just an act
:In return, you would observe him from afar. Watching his every move and every gesture. It was almost like you were dissecting him from the inside to the outside, and to be honest? Yeah, that was your intention. You intended to keep note of every gesture or habit he tended to do when he was nervous, lying, or in fear.
:Because of this, you easily picked up the fact that he was far different from what you first perceived him as. Instead of the cunning, conniving gentleman you thought of him to be, he was instead a cheeky man who adorned himself in the outfit of the riches when the mannerisms was something he lacked
:To deflect his 'jokes', you in response would nitpick the terrible mannerisms he had. Which more so definitely caused a wild fire concealed as a playful argument with Chance suffering in the middle of it
:..Though it wouldn't be long until you started noticing unnecessary things about him, things that couldn't aid you for your snide remarks
:Like how his eyes was a specific shade of blue, Sapphire blue you could tell from having stared at him for so long. How he would fidget with the strands of his long hair when he felt threatened— okay maybe you could use that against him, but details aside, you couldn't help but admire the small little things about him when you thought about it too much
:ITrapped would also face the same exact issue, except he was in complete awe of your achievements you accomplished. He would uncover things like what you've created for these said accomplishments or the ideas that helped you win. But of course, not without him silently comparing his achievements with yours
:ITrapped had photos of your work in his phone, admiring them from time to time and looking closely at the details while praising you silently for it. If one of your works was accessible to the public, he would definitely make time to visit where it is located just to see it's beauty for himself
:As more time passed and the more you both uncovered about each other, the more the 'playful' arguments would turn into subtle praises/compliments for each other. Chance obviously caught onto this but he was just happy both of his best buds were finally getting along
:It didn't take long for the both of you in this stage to uncover the fact that you both were using Chance, and this was what helped you two come together to share your thoughts and ideas on how you guys could get rid of him to finally take what is his
:Following this, you noticed the blonde be more open with you and allowing himself to be the mischievous cheeky guy he truly was underneath
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: Waahh.. Chance my beloved.. anyways one day in and I noticed that I've already reached 11 followers.. hmm.. maybe just for that I'll expand the games I'll write for
im probably going to stop doing fanfictions, and im sorry about that if anyone liked my works. i have been miserable lately, and doesnt help that i lost all my friends, and the only person i mostly talk to is my ex (which i still have feelings for) but pretends that we were never together and now is suddenly interested in all things that doesnt think of me (and so what i feel like, ex saying that he never met a great girl, which made me fucking sad when he said that) though he does talk to me and is somewhat ok, though i dont have ANYONE to talk my feelings with, noone to vent to, and so im sick of myself and bottling up my emotions. now i barely have the motivation to be nice, play my games (which was my PRIDE AND JOY), to be silly, etc. basically now im a nobody, and i dont know how to fix anything.
i want to be like how i was before everything went to shit, i tried to do things, i qas happier, and i felt that i could be myself to others, now i just push everyone away because i dont want to be called an idiot, annoying, or to be betrayed again. i lost all my friends in april (and my boyfriend that i loved lore than myself), and since that ive been like this. i wasnt as bad as now at the start, but now im realizing that everyone doesnt like me as a person, that im a useless nobody, and if someone even did want to start talking to me i would be the most boring person because now nothing ia happening in life and therefore, i have nothing to talk about or hobbies.
i dont know how to get better, i want to have the motivation and courage to talk to more people, be more like MYSELF to my ex, and actually do things again...
this is just me rambling about my life, i need to get it out somehow.
things got a little, well good and then difficult lets say
i dont know when ill get back into writing, but sorry for just disappearing, and i will prolly disappear again i dont know...
Things right now for me are difficult
My boyfriend broke up with me because of his parents (i got one during the start of my break) and my friends are now spreading things about me behind my back
oki so Ima work on my writings once i go to my moms house (tmr), but thanks for the asks! i do have two, and one im just working on! and i finally finished the pavia x reader one, anywho- thanks for the support despite me not being 'quick' or consistent in posting my fics! love yall <333 :3
Woah.... sorry for not being active (and working on that fanfic Im so sorryyyy!!!!!) I have been quite busy these pass weeks, because of my book reports, tests and after school stuff (magic and dnd okok), sick, and i havent had much time for myself lately ahah! But it is my birthday today (yippi), and i did get 55 dollars.... but i spent it on hsr and im at 30 pity with a garanteed plus 44 and more, and so ill soon be a sunday haver!!!! But again, sorry for not being active. I will work on them maybe tmr or friday (i said that once i know i know, but also im trying to have it be sensible and 'perfect' haha!) But again sorry... But yeah, ill finish my ask, maybe finally do those 6 head canons (maybe even tonight idk) and something with boothill bc i got this idea from a Pinterest lol, anyways bye!
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