Sebastian Solace Oneshots

Seb - But claws can comfort, too 🌸🍭🌀

"Shit, running low on supplies."

Sebastian grimaced at the lack of items on his shelves, a mounting irritation in his eyes as he pinches the remains of a nose bridge.

"Not a single Expendable better come in." He says as he tightens the screws over the vent cover. ""I don't need to get more" I said. "I definitely have enough" I said. My laziness is my downfall in all stages of life, apparently." He grumbles and groans while his hands move to ensure he's prepared.

With the knowledge that he has to wander around the facility for supplies, he slithers his way out the vents to begin the tedious task. Greeting the Eyefestation as he goes, the green light helps illuminate the rooms for Sebastian to search more effectively (and to snicker at the corpses of previous Expendables before he loots them for Data and items.) The Anglers are oddly abundant today, what a pain to deal with. Distant sounds of teams could be heard thanks to his sensitive ears, all of which inevitably fell to their demise, one who made it to door 52 shouted for Sebastian through the closed vent.

Said experimentee snickered when he heard Pinkie take care of them, and a consequential Wall Dweller died near the scene.

The Saboteur was busy in one of the side rooms, looting through the drawers for a keycard, with the help of Eyefestation as a guiding light, when he heard a faint cry a few doors down.

Extremely leisurely, he makes his way down, expecting to find a pathetic prisoner low on health, or being attacked by a Wall Dweller, or stressing with the lack of a nearby locker, seething at The Good People- anything normal, really.

Nope.

He's greeted with this tiny, minuscule creature, covered in loose clothes. Like a humanoid guppy. "What the absolute hell?" Sebastian comments, perplexed. How and why was a child here? Were you one of the experiments too? Most likely a cloning attempt, then. Your hands, webbed are the fingers, rub your eyes. You're so . . . Tiny. There's no other word to use.

Adorable? Yes, I suppose. Helpless? Definitely. You've gotten a few scratches on you already. Sebastian is far from parental, far from really being sentimental in most regards. But you. You're alone. You're not an adult he can tell to take care of themselves. You're not someone he can laugh at and move on with his day.

Damn his empathetic, heavy on the pathetic part, heart. "Hey, uh, kid? You got anybody with you?" It's really just a customary question, obviously you don't. You open your eyes- wow they're big- to look up at him. Compared to you, he's a giant; ten times the size of you at least, frightening, if it wasn't for his awkward tone. You walk (stumble) forward, and his face has this look of how the fuck do I deal with this tiny creature!? Reluctantly, he reaches one claw to your hand, and you reach up for it. Having to lean on his tail and tiptoe.

Sebastian sighs, and picks you up with his third arm to hold you against his waist, continuing his pillaging in silence, pleasant for you, uncomfortable for him. "So. . . How old are ya?"

"Dunno." Your voice is soft, and has the lilt of a child. "What's your name?" You would shrug if your arms weren't holding onto him. "Don't know."

"Very helpful, kid. I'm just going to call you Guppy." You nod at his statement, and he groans. "I don't remember seeing you around-" The room he was in housed three liquid vats, one of the old experimental offices.

One of which was broken, most likely by an Expendable running from an Angler. ". . . You came from that one, didn't you?" You nod with a gleeful grin. "How many experiments did Urbanshade make?? First it's E, now it's you." Sebastian mutters through his teeth, the end of his tail swishing with irate.

"I'm only taking care of you because I'm probably the only one who's able to do that right now, kid." He's sure to clarify that to you, even though he didn't need to pick you up like you're a baby.