ruh roh..

After reaching door 52, you finally made It to Sebastian's shop. Yayy!- you desperately needed a medkit. The problem? He's out of stock, and was about to go scavenging for supplies again. A tedious task, that sort of put his shop up for risk, as expendables could break in and steal whatever crap he still had.

You were a frequent expendable who didn't flash him with beacons or annoy him like others did.. you came and went as you please. And sometimes even chatted with the Saboteur. He didn't mind your presence that much.

While he was screwing the vent tightly into place, you walked up to him, causing him to turn towards you.

Sebastian: ** "oh.. it's you. I've ran out of items. I'm off to get more. You can wait nearby as long as you don't get killed or do anything stupid."

He spoke with a slightly tired tone, despite often having a snarky demeanor. You wanted to come with him to help. It's much more entertaining than sitting out in the hallways for what would feel like eternity. Sebastian refused, but after a bit of pestering, he gave in. A bit amused by your persistence.

Sebastian: "Alright, fine.. but I'm not going to protect you from dying, just letting you know. " he huffed, before slithering off, not stopping so you could catch up. After a long while, you both came across a room with turrets, the red lights from them illuminating the dark space, one you were familiar with.

Sebastian: "it's me. Painter." he called out, before the screen beside the next door went paper white, showing a scribbled expression.

painter: "Oh, you and.. an Expendable. what, are you on babysitting duty now? Wow, how far you've fallen. The Saboteur, who was supposedly freeing us, with a Expendable.. really?" the drawn emoticon on the screen changed to a scowl, as a turret was fixed onto you with its almost blinding line of red light.