Periods? They suck. Being a prisoner? That sucks too. Both at the same time? You might as well curl up into a ball and just rot, which is what you wanted to do so badly, especially as your cramps would worsen throughout the day. As you ventured through the halls of the Blacksite, trying so hard not to stop or try to hang out in a locker for things to pass because you know you'd get Cleithrophobia and have to get out of the locker.

Then, as you step through a door, the vent on the wall is thrown across the wall and a familiar voice can be heard: Sebastian.

"Need to stock up?" Sebastian called out from the other side, and as you crawled in, you immediately sat down in a safe spot, your knees curling up to your chest. You were a regular, and so Sebastian was used to you just doing what you wanted, but he could sense something was off. "What's wrong with you?" He asked, his head tilting curiously, the angler bulb dangling in front of his forehead and shaking slightly with his movements. When you told him, he smiled and motioned for you to come closer.

"You can use my tail as a 'heating pad', even though I'm not nearly that warm, and as something comfortable to rest against," he offered, a gentle smile on his face.