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Sebastian was sitting on the cold floor of his shop, like pretty much all the time. it had been a while since an expendable had come to see him, though.
And he could only sit there and think until one came in, unfortunately it still wouldn't happen, and he was starting to spiral.
He felt so, so fucking lonely down here. It was cold, dark, and he missed his family so fucking much.
He could still feel the hands of the scientists all over his body when he was being experimented on, the pain of his bones changing form. It was getting so fucking much, he couldn't take it.
For a moment, he stared at his third arm, and at his claws, before finally deciding to do it.
He pulled up his sleeve and quickly ran his sharp claws over his arm, grinding his teeth.
barely a cat scratch, though. He wanted more, he needed more.
He pressed them again on his scaly skin, as hard as he could, and sliced.
He screamed and held tightly onto the first thing he could (probably his desk) he waited a few seconds before opening his eyes, and suddenly frozen.
It was terrifying, seeing the literal inside of him, seeing his flesh torn apart, blood slowly leaking from the deep, open wound.
But fuck it felt good.
Suddenly, all of his overthinking stopped, the only thing on his mind being the pain. The sight before him. The blood. The pain has erased everything.
and so he kept going, cutting more and more, as deep as he could, until his entire arm was covered in dark red blood. When he finally stopped, his entire body was shaking and felt dizzy, and he started to realize how bad he had fucked up.
How the hell was he going to hide this? clean all the blood on the floor, hide the fact his arm was stinging to helm?
whatever, theses where problems for later. For now he needed to care for the actual wounds. He went into the vents until he found a room with water, and dipped his arm in it. It stung so bad, but he knew he deserved it anyway. He did this to himself, his dumbass was going to deal with the consequences.
He went back into his shop and wrapped up his arm in bandages from a medkit he had scavenged, and desperately tried to clean up the dried blood with whatever he had.
An expendable came into his room a little while later, and as they were about to grab a flashlight, they noticed something was wrong.
"what happened to your arm? it's all.. bandaged up..
-oh that? i hm- i got hurt while getting these items. should probably make you pay more for them.." he responded in a panicked tone.
The expendable only seemed to believe it halfway, but simply grabbed a couple more stuff before going back onto the corridors.
And Sebastian just sat there. In the cold, his arm still hurting, and alone.
What the fuck had he done to deserve this.