Weird Fishes (Sebastian Solace x Reader)

Nude

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What greeted you was not the well-lit, safe haven you had dared to imagine. Instead, the room beyond was dark—impossibly dark. The air inside seemed to hum with an unnatural presence, and an icy chill crawled up your spine as if something malevolent had been waiting for you. The door slid open fully, and you felt it—a cold breath of air, like a whisper against the back of your neck.

The room plunged into near-total darkness, an oppressive void that seemed to swallow the air itself. Your breath caught in your throat as you flicked on your flashlight, its beam slicing through the blackness like a razor. The narrow cone of light landed on the far wall, where a jagged, gaping hole marred the cold steel. Metal twisted and splintered, as though something with immense strength—or hunger—had clawed its way through. The scene was chaos, and yet, in the center of it all, one detail stood out: a single, harsh light casting an eerie glow onto a vent.

The vent felt wrong. It was too deliberate, too out of place amidst the surrounding destruction, as if someone—or something—had intentionally left it exposed. Every muscle in your body tensed, survival instincts roaring to life. This wasn't right. None of it was right. The primal fear bubbling in your gut screamed for you to turn back, to slam the door shut behind you and run. You'd seen too much in this forsaken nightmare to ignore that feeling. You'd faced creatures that had no business existing, had survived by listening to that very instinct.

But this time, you didn't move.

You couldn't. Something else had taken hold of you—curiosity, maybe, or the grim realization that you had no real options left. Turning back wasn't going to save you, not down here. You had to see, had to know what this was, what was waiting for you. With hesitant steps, you moved forward, each footfall feeling like a gamble against your life. The silence was thick, suffocating, broken only by the unnatural echo of your own breathing. The air was wrong—heavy, oppressive, as though something unseen was watching, waiting. Your heart pounded against your ribs as you neared the vent. The beam of your flashlight wavered slightly with the tremor in your hand, casting long, distorted shadows on the walls. Your breath came in shallow, ragged bursts. Something wasn't right, and every part of you knew it. But it was too late to stop now.

Suddenly, with a violent crash, the metal grille on the vent exploded outward, flying across the room like a projectile. The force of it sent you stumbling back, barely keeping your footing as it skittered across the floor with a metallic screech. Your pulse quickened, you yelped loudly in fright, panic clawing at the edges of your mind.

And then, cutting through the tense silence, you heard it.

A voice.

"In here!"

It was human. Clear, unmistakable. The words sliced through your panic like a shard of ice, sending your heart lurching into your throat. Your body recoiled instinctively, backpedaling in terror, nearly tripping over your own feet. What the fuck? This couldn't be real. You were the last one alive. You'd seen the bodies of your team—heard their final screams ringing through the labyrinthine halls. You had stood over their corpses, their lifeless faces etched into your mind. There was no one else left.