Weird Fishes (Sebastian Solace x Reader)

My Iron Lung

Author Notes.

Hello! I am Bambi, and this is the first fic I have published in over 10 years. Thank you so much for reading, This fic is going to be a very dramatized and fantasy-like version of Pressure. I am trying to incorporate some realistic aspects to the story, as you will see in further chapters I have prepared. I have tried following closely to the actual lore of Pressure, but I have put my own twist on things. Yes, there will be non-lore accurate information in this fic. But it is strictly for storytelling purposes only. If you have any questions, please feel free to leave a comment.

Also, Sebastian is canonically married to Zerum in the game and lore. I understand this is strictly a nsfw Sebastian/reader fic, but if you are going to weird and even violent towards Zerum, Zeal and even Gianni— please do not interact with this work furthermore, as some of the behavior towards these wonderful creators have been nothing but unsavory. If you perpetuate that, again, you are not welcome here. This fic is not meant to erase or change anything with the original storyboard or their OC's. This is just me wanting to write about this lovely game and have fun. Thank you for your understanding.

This will not be updated on a set schedule.

Enjoy. :)

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You are a prisoner.

The holding room felt like a tomb, the thick air heavy with anticipation and fear. An uneasy murmur rippled through the line of prisoners as the briefing officer stepped forward, his every movement calculated, authoritative. His presence alone silenced the restless shifting, the very weight of him making every eye lock onto him as if drawn by an invisible force. He had the kind of voice that cut through noise and hesitation alike, and when he finally spoke, the words seemed to slice through the stale atmosphere like a freshly honed blade. "Welcome, recruits," he began, each syllable clipped and precise, designed to demand attention. "You're here because you've been given an opportunity—a rare chance at freedom." He let the word hang in the air, just long enough to let its meaning take root in the minds of those listening. The murmurs grew louder for a brief moment, a stirring of hope among the sea of hollow-eyed faces. But it was a fragile hope, flickering like the dying embers of a campfire.

His gaze swept across the gathered 'no-names,' those who had long since discarded their pasts in favor of survival. His eyes seemed to pierce through every soul, cold and analytical, as if measuring their worth. "Your destination," he continued, "is the Hadal Blacksite." The name alone caused a shift in the room—a subtle stiffening of shoulders, the darting of eyes, hands clenched involuntarily. Everyone had heard the stories, the whispers in the dark, of the underwater research facility where something had gone terribly wrong. Something no one on the outside really understood. "It had some volatile experiments recently breach containment," he went on, voice tightening, the words holding an almost imperceptible edge of urgency. "Your mission is deceptively simple: retrieve Loose assets, meaning any data and research you can find, and locate a crystal of immense value." Simple enough instructions, but there was a weight to them, a chill that sank deep into your bones. "But know this," he added, his tone shifting from icy professionalism to something more sinister, more predatory. "You are expendable. Failure is not an option."

The room seemed to grow colder at his final declaration, the grim truth of their situation made brutally clear. The promise of freedom, once so alluring, now felt like a cruel mirage—a glimpse of water in a desert that only lured the desperate closer to their end. The stakes were laid bare; the price of failure was death. For a brief moment, you wondered just how many had accepted this "opportunity" before you, and how many of those had made it back. You swallowed hard, shoving the question aside. Thinking about it would only weigh you down, and down here, that weight could kill you.