(Third Person POV)
Carmine and Sebastian were trying to figure out why the Hell Y/n just locked himself away for two whole weeks. Carmine sent Clara and Odette to the medical wing to get checked up on as Sebastian started going through the security tapes they had of Y/n. Most was useless due to him now wearing his combat suit nearly 24/7, but the tapes of when he had just arrived gave some insight into who he was.
Sebastian began to analyze anything he could from the footage, "So from what I can see he appears to be of the mammal variety judging by his fur, also he would often complain when it got cold in the barracks. He also appears to have ears of a cat or wolf maybe? Can't really make it out, his helmet must be all kinds of uncomfortable." Sebastian went on searching through the tapes, looking for anything that would explain what is happening.
Carmine takes a step away from the monitors and begins to text her daughters to ask them how they are doing. As she is waiting for their reply she hears Sebastian mutter something, "...the fuck kid?" Carmine turns to the monitors again and sees what caught Sebastian's attention, Y/n was sitting on the floor next to his bed in only boxers revealing a long bushy reddish brown tail with a white tip, but that wasn't what caught Sebastian's attention.
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Y/n was cutting littles marks into his inner thighs and waistline while muttering something to himself that wasn't picked up. Carmine stands in complete shock for a few moments, "He always looked so calm and collected though...?" Sebastian just shakes his head and says, "He was a merc once, and he had rules. One thing you should know is that if a merc has rules in Hell, you don't want to figure out why."
He then fast-forwarded the tape until something else caught his eye. Y/n was a bloody mess and could hardly walk, but he dragged himself over to his foot locker and rummaged through it until he pulled out a little journal. Y/n began to mutter again but this time it was heard well enough to understand, "Why the Hell do I keep trying? My first fucking day here and I put them in danger, and I'm not even useful! I'm just some worthless trash they decided to pick up! And I only bring trouble...JUST A FUCKING LEECH!" With that Y/n throws his journal with its half written entry back into his footlocker before slamming it shut.
Y/n then proceeds to continue to slice at his waist to the point that even Sebastian doesn't know how he survived it. After a while, Y/n rubs salt on his wounds before wrapping them up and going to bed shivering in the cold empty room. Sebastian stops the tape and turns to Carmine to say something, but is stopped when he sees her almost crying. "Are you alright there boss?" Carmine quickly adjusts her demeanor before responding, "I'm fine, it was just...a little shocking is all." Sebastian simply nods, not really wanting to talk about what they just saw.
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Sebastian then remembers what he was about to say before Carmine distracted him, "That journal he was keeping, perhaps it could shed some light on what's happening now. It could also tell us more about him in general." Carmine nods and is lead out of the room and to the barracks by Sebastian. As soon as they enter the barracks Sebastian is bombarded with questions about why Y/n isn't there. He had gotten quite popular because he would help anyone with nearly anything, from medical bills to paying for a round of drinks, he was the go to guy for help.
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A Mercs Best Friend...Or More? (Sinner Male Y/n X Carmilla Carmine)
FanfictionThis story follows the life of Y/n, a sinner who has been in hell for some time and has become a prominent mercenary. While he works as a mercenary, he still adheres to a strict moral code that nobody can figure out. He has only ever gone after Hell...