#:: alternate ending . he calls her “ the scrunkly !!!! ” permanently after this interaction

[distrxst]

"Stop calling me expendable. You know my fucking name—and if you're not going to use it, don't bother addressing me at all." - mirage to seb

clawed hands clasp one another , while his third rummages through a series of files carefully tucked away from grimy , prying eyes of those he sold his wares . a flick of his tail , a " thank you , expendable " to the funny machine as she purchases a flashlight - it's a practiced dance ,, one he knows like the back of his hand . however - there is something new , the buzzing static sound of red hot anger is one that catches him off guard .

the man - could he even be called such anymore ? he was a beast ,, far too many teeth in a grinning mouth , gills and scales and eyes and everything he shouldn't have . a man turned monster , yes - he was a creature who knew what it meant to be expendable ,, and she sat here , seething over it . he was doing her a kindness , remembering her exactly as she was . exactly as they all were .

" listen here , then , " the fish leans forward slightly . the angler bulb sutured to him illuminates his face with a light much too warm . " we've established it clearly that i am your only friend , yes ? friends don't lie to each other . i'm being honest with you here . "

he continues on , straightening back up , leisurely , as his third arm flips through a file . " mirage is your old name . you lost it as soon as you agreed to this whole deal with urbanshade . you are expendable . it's not just your name . it is who you are . even the word ' employee ' is above your pay grade . i'm simply being truthful . you think you're gonna get out of here and get everything you've been promised ? you've gotta be kidding me ! "

" but if that's what you wish ? fine . i'll feed into your delusions of grandeur . " sebastian shrugs , leaning back to sit on the mass of his tail . he is no good man , not anymore . there is no good , not here - not anywhere . " i'll remember you as mirage , then . when your corpse is mangled , and your file is tossed in the paper shredder since there isn't a family to inform , until urbanshade personnel returns to pick up expendable number who-knows-what , and your scrap gets used for profit . mirage the aluminum can , mirage the dead battery , mirage the poor shmuck who's going to die down here ! what an amazingggg array of titles . i'll be sure to keep in mind that is what you'd prefer . anything else i should take note of ? "