You weren't sure how to feel.

Maybe you should’ve felt happy, that you wouldn’t have to deal with any more fake doors or turrets or even speakers.

That you wouldn’t have to see pAInter again, after you’d destroyed its inner workings ~and refused to hear out its pleas for continuing to live~ for your own gain without a second thought.

It was only short lived, guilt pooling in your stomach and following you from the shadows with each step you passed and each door you went through– this time without worry, instead paranoia.

Maybe its ghost would haunt you, or something.

It was foolish thinking, a mock attempt to lighten your mood.

You’d get over it at some point. It was for your own sake, anyways, people do what they need to do to survive.

Door 45

Door 47

Door 50

Brought out of your rationalization was the fact a keycard was needed to proceed, almost bumping into the door with how up in your head you were.

With a quick scavenge and then some, there was no evident card around in the room.

Wasn’t this that fish’s room?

Right.

You’d vaguely remembered how the computer had talked about apologizing for terrorizing you and what not, then dropped some bombshells about Sebastian.

It might’ve been a better idea to avoid him in his entirety if they knew each other– which they probably did, but.. it was worth trying, at least.

You crouched down beside it, trying to turn the screws on the vent, fingers slipping every now and then.

One, two, three, and then the last.

It clinked to the floor lightly alongside the vent. To your fortune it didn't make that much of a racket.

Crawling through the vent did, though, meaning the effort was in vain.

You’d barely exited and there, pointed straight at you, was the muzzle of a gun.

Namely Sebastian’s.

It took a moment to register.

There was a moment of silence, allowing for the fear to set in and the disdain to fester on his face.

"Get out." He'd accentuated the words, and why he hadn't shot you already was a mystery to everyone.