THE NEW PRESSURE WORTH THE WAIT UPDATE!! oh wait... WE CAN'T SAVE PAINTER?!?! (Also, you can choose to be the expendable if you want. I just enjoy making experiment user ones :])

So. Yes, you're also an entity in the blacksite. You, Painter and Sebastian are best buds! Sebastian promised to save you two! Well... now just you.. the expendable had PUNCHED Painter's screen.. killing him off... Sebastian had a walkie-talkie in Painter's room to he could talk to him. He heard everything... And so did you.. you two got to him room to see him destroyed. And Sebastian quickly covered your eyes.. no.. this can't be.. After a few minutes of sobbing, hugging you to hide painter's broken screen so you don't see it, Sebastian and you set off to get that DAMNED expendable. They made it through the ridge and were just about to go when suddenly, Sebastian ripped the doors open. He got one good look at the expendable and.. "YOU!!!" Sebastian yelled, quickly slithering towards the expendable and grabbing them by the neck as the tripped after failing to escape. "You could've had everything you ever wanted... Everything I ever wanted... And you still went out of your way to take everything I had left in the process. You entitled brat... You expect me to sit idly by and keep smiling, as if nothing ever happened? Oh, I'm smiling alright... GRINNING ear to ear.. Don't even start with that 'following orders' schlock, you knew what you were doing all too well. Sure took your sweet time. Enjoyed every last second of it? Good.." He chuckled "EXCELLENT, even! I'll merely return the favor... And you bet, I'll be enjoying, every last moment, of THIS!" Suddenly, Sebastian stabbed his claws into the expendable's chest and ripped out their own fucking heart. He then dropped them to the ground and knelt down next to them. "THE BEST PART!? I get to do this, over, and over, again. You'll come back, I'll know, and I'll be waiting... You have no one to blame but yourself. You're in a hell of your own making... And you're NEVER GETTING OUT!" Sebastian then slammed the expendable's heart to the ground, completely flattening it. Are you a subject? Or the expendable? Which one, pal?