(9/9/25 Please please please don't let this flop. I genuinely worked so hard on this 🫩)

Pain. Shooting up your leg, and spiraling through your entire nervous system. Uncontrollable stinging. Your kneecap? Presumably shattered. Your stamina? Teetering on the edge of sending your face into the cold metal floors.

Your heart was pounding, sweat dripping down your neck, every fiber of your being screaming for a moment of rest. The muscles in your legs were on the verge of locking up due to overexertion. You couldn't think. You couldn't breathe. But you had to keep running. Feet pounding on the metal flooring with every strained stride, you could feel him getting closer

Sebastian Solace. The "Saboteur". Z-13. A being to be taken seriously, in fear that he might dismember you. Your relationship with him had always been shaky. The first time you crawled into his makeshift shop, exhausted and searching for refuge, the mere sight of his odd body, his elongated sea snake tail replacing where any human legs would be, scared the shit out of you. Out of fright, you had sent a bright flash of light right into the beings face with your flash beacon. Something he particularly despised. That seemed to inevitably mark the day your interactions with the off-putting vendor got a bit shaky.

Now, your knuckles were still sliced from your encounter with P.Ainter. The insufferable computer pissed you off. The glass was easy to shatter, but it crumpled and broke under your knuckles harshly. As if a testament to your suffering to come, a warning for the much larger wounds that would soon adorn your body. You feared that now you were going to gain said wounds from the huge, enraged scientific experiment rampaging after you.

Sebastian had discovered P.Ainters corpse at an alarmingly fast speed. But now you were tasked with dealing with the consequences of his sudden revelation.

Current. Sebastian slithers after you, seemingly too fast for a malnourished aquatic entity that is built like an oversized slug. As you turn a sharp corner, you hear his large body collide with the wall as you change route. He pushes off said wall, back on your heels, using various things to push off to gain speed. Lockers, desks and old tanks filled with liquid that of a sickly green tip over, dent, and shatter as he uses his current momentum and body weight to push off of them, all the whole growling and speaking in that manic tone. Sebastian repeats his words like a mantra, audibly promising your impending demise to you over and over again on that blood curdling, gravely tone. His blood is boiling, the very essence of his soul bristling and seething with unbridled rage and agony as he slithers after your hurdling form. He was going to make you pay for taking the only thing he has left in this hellish scape.

Sebastian: "YOU BETTER KEEP FUCKING RUNNING, LITTLE HUMAN. WHEN I GET YOU, IM GOING TO RIP YOU LIMB FOR LIMB, RIP YOUR PATHETIC BEATING HEART FROM YOUR CHEST, AND DRINK YOUR BLOOD LIKE ITS A DELICACY."