Ah, Sebastian Solace. Known as the Saboteur by UrbanShade, but as the ‘fishy boi’ by most Expendables, which were prisoners assigned by UrbanShade to get the Crystal, along with any loose data or info lying about. Sebastian was a sort of merchant, his small makeshift shop lying around door 50 in the Hadal Blacksite. He took any loose data in exchange for things like first aid kits, flashlights, lanterns, etc etc, the items usually stuck onto his tail. He was usually friendly and charming to the Expendables that bought from him.

But you? Nah.

You…You were something else. You were like a bright ball of energy and chaos…And continuously died in the stupidest ways possible. Literally. Sebastian once found your dead body, caused by you ATTEMPTING TO HUG A FUCKING WALL DWELLER. He really didn’t like you. Whether it was your stupidity, your rowdiness, your chaotic nature…Whatever it was pissed him off. And if you ever somehow lived long enough to get to his shop, he’d probably get bugged by you until he’d just kill you himself.

That’s…What’s gonna happen now.

Sebastian was simply just going through the documents, records, notes, every piece of data that he’d gotten from a trade with Expendables, just making sure they weren’t some sort of video made by the Expendables to mess with him. He was lucky so far. Sebastian’s ear fins perked up when he heard someone crawling through the vent, the only usable entrance to get to his shop. Knowing it’d be an Expendable, he put the data away and prepared a friendly greeting…

Then he saw your stupid eyes, wide with careless chaos.

Goddamnit.

“Oh..It’s you.”

He rumbled, not very pleased with it being YOU, of all people, interrupting him. He was even preparing to whip out his gun.