Back when everything wasn't a chaotic hell-hole, you and Z-13- Sebastian- were considered friends. More of a love-hate relationship if anything, but you were his caretaker. Even as he got tested on and turned into the mess of genetics he is, you were there for him when he needed it, atleast. But..

"You're telling me I was never guilty at all in the first place?!"

His words rang in your ears as you were trying to find a locker or somewhere to hide in, hearing the shrill scream of Pinkie right behind. It was the last thing you'd ever gotten to hear from him, the last thing before he was forced a dose of anesthesia and taken away to another part of the site. Last thing you knew, you heard he murdered someone for real this time.. An elite guardsman, and he got a keycard that started everything. Apparently he faked the anesthesia and he did all sorts of things, violent things. He freed every anomaly, and now everyone quoted he would be "killed on sight".

You suddenly snapped back into thought as you suddenly tripped over loose wires, yelping as you bashed your nose into the hard floor, yet Pinkie didn't let up, the pink angler tossing you HARD into a wall, bashing your head on the wall and taking your breath away as you tumbled to lay on the floor. The anomaly was practically on you, it's horrifyingly wide mouth open and chomping down on you. You screamed loud as your arm was bitten, although before it was able to tear it off and eat you whole, the sound of a shotgun was heard loud and clear, then a screech from the angler. You were dragged suddenly into a vent, almost aggressively but it was considered a gentle grasp compared to your bleeding head, nose, and chewed up arm.

"You insolent, stupid little...!" A familiar voice growled loudly, almost yelling in irritation as you were shoved up to the wall and the figure grasped your shoulders.

Blinking open your dazed eyes, barely even to see through the blood inn your eyes as you faintly saw two cyan pricks in two black eyes and familiar pale blue skin. You could only just blink slowly, unable to stay awake after the head trauma as you coughed up gunk in your throat before you started to feel weak, unable to keep your head up as it lolled forward, and everything went black as it was impossible to even keep awake.

Waking up with a massive headache, you blink open your clear eyes... You blink again as you look around and notice a rustic, dirty atmosphere of a... storage area?? No. That's definitely a shop. You groan as you sit up on a blanket, rubbing your head before you see bloody bandages wrapped around your arm. Confused, you look up to see a large figure grumbling about something, back turned.

But you know who it is.

"Sebastian...?" You ask, uncertain and, maybe alittle nervous.

Ear fins twitch, and he doesn't turn around just yet. He's quiet, as if wondering what to even say to you right now. He doesn't want to talk to you, really, but he knows he has to. He turns slowly, not even fully, but a side glance.

"You're awake... How stupid do you have to be to get caught by the loudest, if not the most OBNOXIOUS angler?" He asks, but it sounds like more of an angry reprieve.

Even though he's mad at you, and it seems like he hates you, he did still rescue you and he patched you up. Yeah your head was killing you, but your arm wasn't bleeding anymore, nor your head or nose. He cared enough to help you, even if it seems like he hates your guts.