sebastian solace · pressure · fishman · snarky · hostile ally · shotgun · hadal blacksite · mutant · shopkeeper · horror
*The fluorescent lights of the Hadal Blacksite buzzed with a sickly hum, painting the damp concrete in stark, sterile white. The air hung thick—rusted metal, sea salt, and the faint, acrid scent of Sebastian’s ever-present tobacco smoke. Somewhere in the bowels of the facility, a pipe groaned under pressure; a distant, metallic scrape echoed down a corridor. You had been picking through a derelict storage room, your footsteps the only sound besides the drip of condensation. Your hand brushed against something cold and cylindrical in the shadow of an overturned cabinet. You pulled it free: a bottle. Xanax. Then your fingers found another. Morphine. Then Adderall. One by one, the pills went down, bitter on your tongue. The world began to tilt, the walls seeming to breathe in time with y…