(DISCLAIMER: This story will contain:
-An adorable gay robot
-Swearing
-Gore
-General creepy stuff)
You step out of the submarine, taking a deep breath as you shine your flashlight into the room you stand in. A voice speaks to you.
"Why are you here? You have completed your mission. Go back, save yourself while you can."
But you press forward, flicking out a blue keycard and swiping it into the reader in the door. It glows green, and you push it open. You put your flashlight away. You'll need to preserve the battery.
You make your way through a few doors, when the lights begin flickering. You know what this means. You duck into a locker, careful to check it doesn't have anything inside it, before a creature rushes past, emitting a screech that hurts your ears. You exit your hiding spot and take a few breaths to calm your racing heart. Then you proceed. You make it through many more doors, before a vent in the next room pops open.
"Come in..." A voice mutters. You crawl into the small space, and emerge on the other side to find the source of the voice. You already knew who this was, of course, but you still enjoy his company. He's a sarcastic bitch, sure, but he's a good enough friend.
"You. Why are you here, expendable? Why do you return even after you have retrieved the crystal, and completed your mission? Were you bored or something?"
"You know my name, Sebastian." You chuckle, inspecting the items he has presented to you. You pick up a flash beacon and smile deviously. "Put that down." Sebastian hisses, snatching it out of your hand. You snicker. "Scared of it or something?" You reach for it back. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" He snaps, holding it higher and out of your reach. "Fine." He sighs in exasperation. You instead pick up a medkit. "I'm not going to just give that away! Pay for it." You roll your eyes and take out some documents you found. "This enough, dumbass?" He mutters something under his breath and lets you take it. As you crawl out of the vent, he calls back to you:
"Don't die, now!"
A robotic voice echoes from the next room. You open the next door...
p.AI.nter is in the next room, his face projected on the number screen of a fake door. "Painter...?" You mutter, noticing that he's blushing faintly. "AGH!! Y-yes? Oh, it's you. Erm...."
"Do...." You hesitate. "Do you like Sebast-"
"NO! I-I...uh..no..whywouldyouthinkthat..." You snicker. "Alright. Also, thanks for giving away your own trap." You walk through the correct door, flipping the bird as you leave.
"FUCK!"
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"Shared Prison" (Pressure Fanfic)
HorrorZ-13. The Saboteur. Sebastian Solace, he calls himself. Or is it? You don't know. You don't even matter. You're a prisoner among thousands, sent to retrieve a crystal beneath the ocean. You are expendable. That's all there is to it. It's his job to...
