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Crash Out

Nimrod IV

dont try this at home

(Content: death?, immortal whumper, knives, stabbing, blood, explosives, fire)

Dark, dark, and darker still.

She heard a voice distantly. The same one she’d chasing for months. The mark. His Highness.

“God, fucking die already,” he panted.

As if.

The pain was blooming in her chest, trying to shape itself around his blade. All her other sensation flowed out of this. It traveled down through her fingers. She twitched her pinky.

The blade withdrew, then came down again. She fell back into the darkness.

12 HOURS EARLIER

Click. Click. Cliiiick. Click click click click. Click.

“You should try it behind your back now,” Lorelai suggested.

Paris undid the manacles again, shimmying the locks on each wrist open. The shackles that Johanna had so carelessly lost possession of were heavy with rust and other people’s blood.

“Alright.” He readjusted in the passenger seat, moving up on one knee to give himself space to maneuver. He slipped the lock picks into his back pocket and clipped the manacles on behind his back.

Click. Click.

He struggled for a minute. Lorelai watched with mild amusement.

Click click click. Cliiiick. Click!

“Fuck with me,” he said, freeing his wrists. The chains fell away from them, landing hard on the back of his ankle. “Ow.”

He tossed them to the floor of the ship and fell back against the seat. He pulled the map off of the dashboard.

“You decide where you want to go yet?” He asked.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” Lorelai hummed, “It has to be somewhere flat, with good sightlines. A planet where there’s nowhere to hide. It should also be somewhere depopulated, so no alarms go off. And obviously, it has to be survivable weather if we’re going to camp out there for a while. No hells. That’s a given.”

Without looking, she tapped at the map.

“This one.”

Something in the way she said it made him blush.

They were smoking out by the picnic table the same way they did back in school. The air shifted.

“She’s here.” His eyes widened. His weapon hand moved on its own to the sheath, the off-hand drawn up defensively to his chest. His whole body tensed up in anticipation of attack.

“You’re sure?” Lorelai looked around too. She gasped.

Johanna stood unmoving, half hidden behind the tree. Her eyes were blank. She stood there as if she’d been there for hours, long before they arrived. But that was impossible. She was looking at them, maybe, but it was hard to tell. She didn’t seem to care whether she was seen or not. She was almost invisible in the shade.

She turned and ran.

God fucking damn it.

“That wasn’t the plan,” Paris said, “She wants us to follow her.”

“I don’t think we’re going to have a better opportunity, though.” Lorelai was already walking after her.

Reluctantly, he pulled the gas can off of the table, following them out into the pines.

She was winning. She was always winning. He knew it was a trap. Knowing didn’t help.

They lost track of her early. She moved too fast. He took notice of the way Lorelai looked up, watching the tops of the trees, like she may have been hiding among them. When Johanna had stuck her with the knife, she said, she’d dropped down from a branch to do it.

There was still no sight of her. But for the first time, her ship came into view. It stood alone in the clearing.

He looked around again. Nothing. No sound, no aura. He waited. He realized.

“God fucking damn it,” he said again, shifting the gasoline to the other hand.

“Let’s just do it. You do it. I’ll guard.” Lorelai pulled the gun off the back. She ushered him closer to the dormant ship, standing between him and the rest of the wood.

“Yeah, let’s just mix explosives while we wait for her to come ignite them herself, fuck it,” he grumbled. He was already getting to work though. He had remembered one recipe, at least.

“She wouldn’t blow up her own ship, would she? Probably just wants you close to it.”

Lorelai’s gun didn’t have a scope, but she kept her face level with the barrel like it helped her see the whole world more clearly.

He pressed the styrofoam down into the gasoline.

His hands stopped, abruptly, as he saw her crouched low to the ground, right beneath the ship.

There was no time to react. The crouch turned into a pounce, immediately, and the knife was at his throat, and he had fucking napalm on his clothes.

He thrashed too much — and the knife got his throat again. She wasn’t trying to kill him. She’d never been trying to kill him. But she was losing her patience lately. They’d both stopped being careful.

“You’re chinning out,” she gasped.

“I’m not,” he answered, childish, too defensive.

Johanna pulled her fist back. He flinched.

“You are!”

He was.

Lorelai kicked her in the side of the head. That alone might’ve been enough to kill her, if she was fucking normal. It gave him the opening he needed, though. He drove her own knife into her neck. Johanna stopped moving.

He shoved her limp body back, immediately stripping his jacket off. It was soaked in the chemical. Parts of it had spilled onto his face, his neck, his hands. It burned distantly. He was shaking.

Lorelai took over. Her hands weren’t shaking — and she knew her way around passenger ships more than he did. She knew how to fuck up the batteries on them. It would just take her a second.

All he had to do was guard the body.

He swore she’d gone down too easily that time. Had it actually been a trap? Had she even meant to lure them when she stood and stared like that, when she ran off? Maybe she was actually trying to forfeit this time.

Her blood soaked into the dirt. What was her problem?

Her finger twitched again. He slammed the blade back down into her heart.

He hoped she couldn’t feel it. No matter who she was, he hoped to fucking god she couldn’t feel it. He knew firsthand what it was like to have the foreign object driven straight into the chest. He did it to her over and over again, every time she moved, drawing more blood than he would’ve thought possible.

He thought he would be okay if he never saw blood again after this.

He took to sitting beside her body, his fingers pressed up against her wrist, awaiting the faintest pulse before he had to damp it down again.

He swore she was starting to come back from it faster.

“Lorry, hurry the fuck up!” He yelled.

“I’m trying!”

“Switch with me?” He called hopefully.

“No, no, I almost got it.”

She shifted herself out from beneath the ship, carrying a long, thin piece of metal.

“I got it.” She grinned. She dragged the napalm mixture down to the ship’s guts. “Start running.”

Paris pulled the sword from Johanna’s torso. He backed up into the hill, slowly until Lorelai came back up to join him. Then he moved much, much faster.

They were further than they needed to be for that kind of explosion, but Paris still pulled her down onto the ground to keep the shrapnel away. She watched with eager eyes, some latent appetite for destruction present in her yet. She liked to watch monster truck shows when she was little. This wasn’t that far off.

The first explosion was loud, but not as fiery as she would’ve hoped. Not as colorful. It was mostly self-contained, traveling up into the ship, tearing it apart.

The secondary explosion was massive — and totally unplanned. She could feel the heat fresh up against her skin. So much light filled the valley. For a minute, everything was soaked in a brilliant red. Far away, she heard an alarm go off.

Paris blinked the gunpowder out of his eyes, laughing a little bit.

“-probably had bombs in the ship already. Fucking psycho-“

Her ears were ringing so badly she had barely heard him. She laughed too. Like she was ten years old, she held her hand up to him. It made them laugh harder. High-five!

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 months ago

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Can you please do a part two of the Sebastian fluff where he lets his thoughts get the best of him and gets anxious that reader now sees him as a monster because of what they read on his document so he prepares extra good items and plans to give them heavy discounts and even some free but reader barges in like

"MANTIS SHRIMP??? PUNCH SOMETHING RIGHT NOW"

And after a bit of reassuring(possibly some punching too bc reader is too starry-eyed for him to say no to em) Seb realizes he trully never had anything to worry about and just, generally grows fonder of reader?

Ps. Adore your writing, keep up the awesome work!!

"God, why did I let them take it? Stupid, stupid, stupid.."

Sebastian couldn't stop beating himself up, even though he knew he shouldn't care about the opinion of any human sent by Urbanshade--especially one of the "expendable" class.

Yet because it was you, specifically--who was currently in possession of his document--he began to wonder what you'd think of him once you found out the truth:

That he was nothing but a horrible monster. Plain and simple.

If not the knowledge that he was a hideous chimera of several sea creatures' DNA...then surely the revelation that he caused the lockdown of the Blacksite would ultimately make you resent him.

He released all those creatures, who stopped at nothing to prevent you from reaching the crystal and had you running, fighting, or hiding for your life.

He was responsible for all the injuries you've sustained while crawling into his shop, desperately needing a medkit and a place to rest.

He would understand if you'd never want to visit him again after what they documented about him..but the image of your furious expression and overthinking the words you'd possibly say to him left him feeling incredibly anxious.

Suddenly, Sebastian found himself gathering more supplies. Medkits, code breakers, and every light source he had currently in the shop, trying to market down whatever he could. He was even willing to let you take batteries for free...which was something he'd never normally do.

Would it be enough to make up for everything horrific you discovered about him and the terrors he indirectly put you through? Absolutely not.

Was he willing to try it anyways just for the small chance that you'd keep visiting him? Maybe.

No other human has shown him a single ounce of kindness or gratitude for his services. Nobody except you, of course, and he refused to lose that.

-thump, thump-

"Shit.." He froze, hearing movement in the vent duct, hands trembling for his light to shine brighter. Part of him wishes he could stay in the dark, as he didn't wanna see your face and whatever hurt expression it could possibly hold.

But he knew it'd be rude if you actually needed to buy something, so he forced himself to look as your familiar figure crawled out of the small opening. You seemed out of breath, like you were just running from something, and stood up to dust the dirt off your pants.

"Sebastian..I need to know something, and you need to be 100% honest with me."

The moment you pulled out his document, the shopkeeper could feel his heart sink.

"Wh..What did you want to know?" He asked, already bracing himself for the worst.

You sounded dead serious, and he was convinced you were finally going to let him have it.

You were going to force him to explain himself and his actions, and tell him what a monster he truly was. Literally and metaphoric-

"Its it true that you have mantis shrimp DNA????"

Silence.

Of all the possible outbursts he expected from you, that certainly didn't cross his mind.

Sebastian just stared down at you, utterly dumbfounded. He blinked several times, unsure if he was truly seeing the wide smile and starry-eyed look on your face.

He had been waiting for a deep scowl, eyes full of anger and betrayal and sadness that he wasn't the "friend" he claimed himself to be when you first visited his shop.

Yet now? He saw nothing but pure delight in your expression.

"Um..yes. But of alllll the things you read about me, that shocked you the most?" He was still treading carefully.

"Well, it sucks that you were an innocent guy who got thrown into a shitty situation." You gestured to him, frowning a little. "And I'm sorry you never saw justice, but...it's just SO cool that you're part mantis shrimp!" A grin returned to your face. "They've fascinated me for years! I used to watch videos of them all the time. Did you know the velocity of just one of their punches is equal to a .22 caliber bullet-?"

"Stop." He put a hand up, huffing. "At least some part of you must resent me. I mean...helloooooo, did you skip over the bit where I'M the reason those monsters are after you?! There's no way you could've ignored that..unless your brain turned off the moment you read "mantis shrimp"."

"I read everything, Sebastian." You huffed back. "Look, if I ever had to go through what you did..I think I'd wanna rebel, too. And as much as those monsters scare me, they've probably endured the same experiments as you. They probably felt just as trapped and afraid. You must see at least a few of them as your friends, right?"

"Eyefestation and the PAInter are the only ones I consider "acquaintances"." He answered after a long pause, shoulders slumped. "The anglers are primitive, but they recognize me as the one who freed them, so they don't bother me or my shop. The only creature that tends to be an issue is-"

-thump-

Tensing, you looked over your shoulder to see a Wall Dweller emerge from the vent behind you, its mouth split open and drooling with hunger, standing on two legs.

"-that." Sebastian glared at the creature; and before it could run away, he blocked the entrance with his tail fin. "Oh no you don't." He swooped over to grab ahold of its head with his third hand, causing it to shriek and kick its legs as he held it up high. "You seriously need to stop eating my customers when they're trying to BUY SOMETHING!!"

The Dweller just growled at him, to which he ignored it and glanced down at you. "What should I do with this thing?"

"Punch it!" You grinned, your fists balled up in front of you as you hopped up and down. "I wanna see how fast you could throw one!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Pleeeeaaase?"

"..ugh, if it gets that stupid puppy-eyed look off your face, fine." He looked back at the Dweller, grinning widely as he cracked his knuckles. "You wanna eat something so bad? Try this."

"....grahh-?"

In a blinding flash, his fist went through the creature's skull, effectively turning its head into dust. Then he dropped the whole body onto the ground with a grimance. "Eugh..never done that before.."

Then he looked down at you again, seeing your smile brighten. "Hope that made you happy."

"It did, that was amazing!" You laughed, kneeling down to rip off a chunk of the Dweller's flesh. He eyed you strangely, his expression changing to a look of horror as you shoved a piece in your mouth.

"What the f...why would you eat that?!"

"It's okay! I've had this stuff before." You swallowed, feeling rejuvenated already.

"B....Before?! What you're eating is clay and acid-"

"Actually, it's fresh meat. Reminds me of poultry, almost. I found a document somewhere saying that it has regenerative properties." You explained to Sebastian, whose eyes only widened the more you talked. "I didn't believe it at first until I saw the Angler kill one. I was hungry and...eating it healed my electrical burn somehow."

".......why was that not in its actual document?" He muttered.

You shrugged, ripping out another piece and offering it to him. "Care for a bite?"

"I'll..pass. But thanks." Lowering his body closer to you, he frowned. "Are you absolutely sure that-?"

"I'm sure."

"..you didn't even know what I was going to-"

"You were worried about my reaction to your file. I could tell from the discount signs and how you were scared to even look at me."

"............."

"But I promise it doesn't change anything, okay? We're still friends, Sebastian, and I'll still swing by to do business with you." You reassured him, smiling as you patted the back of his hand, before noticing the bandage on his third arm seemed bloody. "Um..when's the last time you changed that?"

"...oh this? Erm..it's fine." He attempted to hide it behind his back. "Nothing you should be concerned abou-"

"Too late. It's my concern now. Let me repay you for saving my tail."

He had no time to protest, as you were already on your feet and running for the medkit that was on the table. You weren't worried about getting to the next zone right now.

Not that Sebastian planned on kicking you out anytime soon.

No.

Now that he was able to confide in you, he was genuinely beginning to enjoy your company--especially as you asked him to rest his arm across your lap. From there, your gentle hands went to work changing the bandage out for a fresh one, using an alcohol spray to keep the wounds from getting infected.

He hissed and cursed a few times at the stinging pain, but not once did he try to get you to stop.

Suddenly, it all began to hit him in this exact moment.

You were willingly playing nurse to a giant sea monster that has killed a man and was responsible for the terrifying things you had to witness down here.

He couldn't understand..but at the same time he felt relieved that all along he had nothing to worry about.

"Th-That's fine..thank you.."

Hearing a sniffle, you glanced up as Sebastian hastily took his arm away, "standing" back up and turning away from you. You just smiled and patted his tail comfortingly, not saying a word as you waited for him to collect himself.

For once, that snarky and sarcastic fish you've come to know was gone, and he was letting his walls down, finally realizing he could trust you.

Eventually he fell silent, and you wondered what to do now. You bought everything you wanted to earlier, so you didn't wanna overstay your welcome-

"Do you mind staying for a little bit longer?"

The question surprised you, but you smiled and nodded. "Sure. As long as you don't mind, shrimpy."

There was a pause, and he slowly looked back at you, pouting. "Big talk coming from someone as tiny as you, friend." He playfully sneered.

You just laughed and shook your head, glad to see him in better spirits.

Thanks to that scrambler on his back, you didn't have to worry about HQ getting on your ass about continuing the mission or threatening detonation.

You could definitely stay awhile and ramble about more mantis shrimp facts to Sebastian...if he was willing to hear them, of course.

#fluff is served <3 #clanask #anonymous #roblox x reader #pressure x reader #roblox pressure x reader #sebastian solace #sebastian solace x reader #fluff

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