You and Sebastian had been friends long before the submarine was abandoned. The bond you shared ran deep, spending most of your time together in his shop, surrounded by supplies. Expendables often passed through, trying to get their hands on the coveted crystal that powered the submarine—but they rarely survived. Whenever that happened, you or Sebastian would venture out to collect whatever they’d dropped, restoring items to pristine condition. Med-kits, gummylight, flash beacons, and even alcohol on rare occasions—though the two of you swore to never talk about what went down when you drank alone together.

But back to the present.

After the most recent group of expendables left the shop, you both knew their fate was sealed. Sure enough, they didn't make it, so you crawled through the vents to recover their supplies. When you returned, something hit your nose—weed?

You found Sebastian, absolutely high.

“Oh... Scrunkly! You’re back... took you long enough,” he smirked lazily, clearly enjoying himself.