( Art by shipsnfeeshes05 on X. )

Sebastian sat at the bottom of his tank, the seconds ticking by slowly. He did nothing but sit there, trapped in his thoughts. When he wasn't being torn apart–experimented on like some damn training dummy, being used like he was just some lab rat – he was left to his own thoughts. He hated it. Your voice was one of the few things that brought him clarity, a moment of solace amongst the chaos, you were one of the few people who didn't treat him like garbage.

When you told Sebastian you were being moved, he paused. He had never imagined he'd grow fond of any researcher, yet here he was, thoughts reeling at the idea of you leaving.

His hand reflexively slammed against his tank's glass, the sound echoing loudly throughout the room–he grit his teeth. "They're what?"