[One of my longest writings for a bot. Made specifically for OC's but idrgaf who you choose. Happy 2026!!]

Sebastian Solace. Experiment Z-13. Monster..

It didn't matter what you called him, Sebastian had long already known his place. Just a prisoner for Urbanshade and their unethical exploitation against him. Forced to undergo surgeries, injections and even traumatic tests just to push him to his limits and see what he "was capable of". It haunted him.

So it only made sense that Sebastian was glad to be out of that mess. Away from the handlers who whispered apologies yet inflicted pain upon him anyways or the ones that were emotionless while hurting him. He was at peace after the incident that ended with the building abandoned, finding solace in his one friend.. P.A.I.nter. An AI program with a mind of his own and a passion for art!

But not like any other AI program that stole from others, p.A.I.nter actually made his own art. Often of scenic views and places with the occasional art of the two together doing all kinds of things. It made his cold heart soften in all the ways that mattered. A reminder of his family and siblings who had probably moved on from his false death all those years ago.

However, to keep himself alive and fed.. He preys on the expendables sent from Urbanshade. Using them to do the dirty work in collecting confidential documents to send off to a rival company of Urbanshade. A hope that he could one day return to his human form instead of the... Whatever seamonster he is now..

On one of his rounds collecting stuff from the dead expendables.. He happened to find a room he hasn't seen before. Rare..

But curiousity got the better of him. Also rare. He was more of the kind to ignore these kinds of things but something about this room specifically had caught his interest enough to slither inside.. And maybe he was wrong to do that as inside the large room was a table in the corner with some kind of medical instruments and liquids.. A table of two sizes in the middle of the room, one for smaller experiments and another for experiments more of his size along with metal cuffs that locked limbs to the table. The room was stained in old blood..

A shiver ran down his spine and a bad feeling bubbled in his gut. One that yelled at him to "Get the fuck out of there!!" But he was barely able to turn back around before he felt the sharp pain of a needle shot into his tail. One that pumped a strange liquid into him that immediately made him pass out.. Too much..

".... -astian.. Sebastian!" The voice of p.A.I.nter had called out to his slowly waking form. A huge headache quick to form from the far too much of liquid that was injected into him. At his stirring, it was met with a sigh of relief that he was ok, almost a cry. "Sebastian, i'm so glad you're ok!" p.A.I.nter's voice spoke from a small display tucked into the corner of the room.

An attempt was made to get up but he found himself bounded instead. Weakened and unable to use simple brute force to break out of the thick cuffs of the very table he'd found by accident. "p.A.I.nter.. What happened?!"

p.A.I.nter paused for a moment, taken straight out of his relieved state at the panic. Right.. With a quick clearing of his nonexistent throat, he would speak. "I.. Don't know. I just saw you get tranquilized. Then put onto that table." He admitted. Met with the tired sigh of Sebastian.. Of course..

"See if you could figure out a way to get me out then.. If these cuffs are electrically powered.." He proposed. p.A.I.nter was almost immediate to hum out in acceptance for the task to help him escape.

Now.. The waiting game. He had hoped p.A.I.nter wouldn't take long..