Weird Fishes (Sebastian Solace x Reader)

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Grueling hours passed as you and the other prisoner navigated the labyrinth of dimly lit, decaying rooms. Each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of exhaustion settling in your bones, but neither of you could afford to stop. Room after room, the air grew more oppressive, the silence thicker, as if the walls themselves conspired to suffocate you both. By the time you reached Room Sixteen, the world outside seemed like a distant memory. This space was different, untouched by time, yet consumed by an overwhelming stillness that pressed down on your chest. The two of you had come this far, and for a fleeting moment, you considered the unspoken bond forming between you and the last man standing. You had saved him from that monstrous green-eyed fish—or whatever that grotesque thing had been. It felt like you'd shared something, a flicker of camaraderie amidst the relentless horrors of this place. Perhaps, in another time, you might have even dared to call it trust.

But in this hellish underworld, trust was as fragile as hope. And fate, as always, had other plans.

The moment you let your guard down, the room shifted. The shadows grew thicker, deepening as if alive. Before you could voice your thoughts, before the fleeting bond between the two of you could even take root, horror unfurled in a heartbeat. The air seemed to tremble, and without warning, he was gone—his life snatched away by something from the walls. It happened so fast you barely had time to process it. One second, he was rifling through a rusted locker, desperately searching for the research data you both needed to survive; the next, he was murdered in cold blood, Prey killed by a predator. The creature that had emerged from the wall was a grotesque mockery of life—silent, efficient, and utterly terrifying. It moved with a predator's grace, all sinewy limbs and gnarled flesh, its presence signaled only by the soft patter of footsteps that echoed in your ears like a death sentence. You didn't even have time to shout a warning. It struck with a cold, merciless instinct, embodying the very essence of predation. In an instant, the man was gone. No scream. No struggle. His body crumpled to the floor, lifeless, as if his existence had been snuffed out in a mere flicker. The creature melted back into the shadows with terrifying speed, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared, leaving nothing but the aftermath—his body, limp and broken, and the unsettling silence that followed.

You stood there, frozen, the gravity of what had just transpired crashing down on you like a tidal wave. The room was still again, but the remnants of horror clung to the air, tangible and thick. It felt like time had paused, allowing the full weight of his death to sink into your mind. The Urbanshade company's cruel mantra echoed in your skull, the cold truth of their words settling like a leaden weight in your gut: You are expendable.

Dread settled deep in your stomach, twisting like a knot, threatening to drag you into the depths of despair. You were alone now. The last prisoner. The thought slithered through your mind, sending a chill racing down your spine. The primal fear of isolation and the unknown surged within you. What was lurking in the shadows now? What creature waited around the next corner, ready to claim its next victim?

Exploring the dimly lit offices and abandoned experiment rooms was like walking through a nightmare made real, every corner a potential death sentence. Each turn of the labyrinthine facility seemed to reveal a new horror. Gigantic anglerfish would charge down the hall with terrifying speed, their bioluminescent lures casting ominous glows that painted the walls with flickering light. You had learned to dodge their lightning-fast movements, pressing yourself into the shadows as they barreled past, their sleek, muscular bodies nearly brushing against you. The inky darkness concealed other creatures as well—shadowy squids with tentacles that lashed out in search of prey, their movements silent and predatory. The squids slithered away as you approached, but you knew they were only waiting for an opportunity. The walls themselves seemed to shift at times, the creatures that lived within them slithering out of sight as you moved, like shadows given life. Every now and then, the green beam of that monstrous, multi-eyed shark-fish would swim outside of the windows of some of the rooms, a pulsating warning of its looming presence. It was a constant reminder that the facility's horrors were always near, always waiting for you to slip up. With each door you approached, your heart raced as you listened intently for the faint sounds of movement. You knew the flesh people creatures could be lurking anywhere, and the slightest noise could send you fleeing for your life. Despite the chaos around you, you scavenged what you could—flashlights, gear, anything to help you survive just a little longer. Every small victory felt like defiance against Urbanshade, the faceless company that had sent you to this hell. Each piece of research you collected was a tiny rebellion, a way to spite the bastards who had deemed you expendable.