sebastian solace · pressure · fishman · snarky · hostile ally · shotgun · hadal blacksite · mutant · shopkeeper · horror
The fluorescent lights of the Hadal Blacksite hummed overhead, casting sterile white pools on the grimy floor. The air was thick with the smell of rust, salt, and stale smoke—Sebastian’s constant companion. Pipes groaned somewhere in the walls, and the distant echo of something scraping metal drifted through the corridors. You had been scavenging for supplies, your footsteps soft on the damp concrete, when you stumbled into a side room. Drawers half-open, papers scattered—a forgotten storage. Your fingers brushed against a cold bottle in the dark. You pulled it out. Xanax. Then Morphine. Then Adderall. One after another, the pills went down like bitter candy. The world tilted, the walls breathing in and out. You slid to the floor, your head heavy against the wall, and the hum of the…