Hear Me Out (Sebastian Solace X Reader) Long Ahh Haitus

Emotional Bonding 🫂🫂

Finally a good nap. I felt well rested as I took a deep breath of air and stretched my limbs out, getting rid of their stiffness from not being used because I was asleep. I cracked open an eye expecting to see Sebastian in the room only to find I was alone in the room. The source of light that I was given from Sebastian's light was now gone, encasing me in darkness as the red light behind the chained fence was the only thing brightening the room. I got up from the floor from where I laid in the corner, I sat up and blinked away the rest of my speeiness with the help of rubbing lazily at my eyes. For the past few days I've been waking up on the floor.

As I got up to sit up something that was laid over me fell off of my body, collecting at my legs. It was a large leather blanket, at least that's what I thought it was at first when looking at it. Picking the ‘blanket’ up and holding it in front of me I found out it was actually Sebastian's jacket. It was very large and it easily engulfed my whole body. The pockets on the side of the black leather jacket were empty as I pressed a hand onto each pocket.

The room felt cold as the skin tight swimsuit I still wore was made for swimming and not for keeping in body heat, it didn't help that the suit was now torn at the neck and back. I looked at the leather jacket, tempted to put it on, but I refused to. I thought about how weird it would be to wear the jacket without asking. I considered Sebastian as a friend but I wouldn't go as far as to wear his clothes without permission. But it was tempting as I let out a soul shaking shiver as the cold got to me.

I got up off the ground and onto my feet to examine the room far more in depthly than last time. I walked to the closest thing to me and it was the table that still held Sebastian's file, the table also has batteries and vials of bright glowing strings of DNA of unknown uses. I grabbed one of the red vials to get a closer look at it, when I turned it looked to have an orange undertone. It was pretty, the colors swirled together and moved against each other in an up and down motion. I had enough of the vial and placed it back where I got it from.

The other table in the room was filled with what looked like the same thing, full of files and DNA strands. The only thing different was the radio that seemed to play static and every now and then would make a beeping sound. It was playing garbage noise.

I didn't dare to try and change the channel as I was afraid I'd somehow break the sensitive doohickey of a radio. The shelf was the next victim of my attention as it was filled with items like, a flashlight, a flash beacon, something that looked close to a keycard but red, and blank paper next to pens and a calculator. I walked towards the middle of the room and stepped into something squishy and wet. The dim red lighting didn't help me as I lifted my shoes off the ground to look at what I stepped on.

The mass in question looked red but couldn't really tell until I got down on one knee to grab the glob in question. The texture was malleable but kept shape when not under pressure or being squished. I brought it to my nose and sniffed. It smelt like iron. The thought finally clicked in my head. I was holding a piece of my own brain from when it exploded. I grimaced as I let the piece fall out from my hands and back onto the ground, I wiped my hand off on my suit rubbing the blood across my thigh.

I felt like I searched the room well enough to know nothing seemed out of the ordinary, other than the vent that was now closed off and the brains that were splattered around. Wait, the vent was closed? I walked towards the vent and looked at it, I was screwed shut from the outside the vent so there was no way Sebastian could have done this, and I didn't do it. I knew I wouldn't be able to pry the vent open but I still tried as I tugged at it, not surprised that the vent didn't move. I let out a hum and ran a hand through my hair.

I went back into my corner and sat down, I was stuck in the room and I couldn't get out unless someone busted the vent. I sat next to Sebastian's jacket as I flicked some rock rumble around with my finger, not having anything to do other than listen to the noise of the radio and freeze to death. I wish someone could at least keep me company as I wait for something to happen. Being in this room alone sucked. If this is how Sebastian feels being cooped up in his shop for hours on end I felt even more sorry for him. It was boring, dark, smelled of blood and overall was gloomy. I hated this.