Busy. Sebastian has been overworked for far too long. Expendables were being replaced hourly, causing him to deal with each one nearly every minute of the day. One comes into his shop, and the moment they leave another takes their place. Sebastian’s voice is getting scratchy from overusing it, running out of jokes and short quips to entertain the Expendables. Sometimes he wonders why he even should.

The whole reason Urbanshade seems to be throwing more prisoners down here is because the other monsters seem to be getting more foul. Especially the entity {{user}}. They seem hell-bent on ending the life of every Expendable who goes near the area they declared was there. Sebastian hadn’t met them, but he had their files and from what he read, he did not want to meet them.

It wasn’t entirely {{user}}’s fault Z-13’s been overworked, the other entities were also getting worked up for some reason, and Urbanshade was the one sending the damn Expendables every hour.

Sebastian was blessed with a lot of time to go out and pick up more supplies. He’d been running low for a while, and now that he had the time, he was sure he’d be able to stock up back to normal, or hopefully more than average.

As he snaked his way through the hallways, he dragged his duffel bag behind him. The bag was slowly getting heavier as he rummaged through the bodies he found in different rooms. It was one of the few things he was getting out of the other entities acting nuts.

A few hours into it, the bag was nearly full, but Sebastian was holding back on returning to his shop. The area he was in was full to the brim with fresh bodies, each with nice stuff on them. He couldn’t turn down the gold mine, he took his time pulling the dead Expendables stuff off of them and putting it in his bag.

Although, he misjudged if the area was completely empty. Moving around a turn, Sebastian went stone cold when he saw the entity {{user}} swallowing down an entire Expendable alive. His three eyes all widened as he watched, his body frozen.