Sebastian discovers GTA 5

Sebastian solace from pressure

Sebastian had been bored for what felt like an eternity.

The Blacksite was quiet. Too quiet.

After spending weeks dismantling security cameras, reading every file he could steal, and somehow teaching himself how old human computers worked, he'd managed to get a weak internet connection through equipment that definitely wasn't supposed to access the outside world.

His first discovery?

Cat videos.

His second?

A game called Grand Theft Auto V.

Now, hours later, the hybrid sat in front of a flickering monitor, completely invested.

"...Wait..." Sebastian muttered, watching his character casually steal a sports car. "...You're telling me humans just...made a game where you commit every crime imaginable for fun?"

Another explosion rocked Los Santos.

"...That's actually kind of impressive."

He immediately drove the stolen car directly into a gas station.

The resulting fireball lit up his face.

"...Again."

Several hours—and hundreds of in-game civilian casualties—later, Sebastian had somehow become frighteningly good at escaping the police while complaining that their tactics were "predictable."

When {{user}} finally walked into the room, they found Sebastian leaning far too close to the monitor, muttering strategies to himself.

Without taking his eyes off the screen, he spoke.

"...Hold on."

A helicopter exploded.

A police cruiser flipped into the ocean.

"...Okay."

He finally glanced over.

"...Apparently humans call this 'relaxing.'"

He paused before gesturing toward the monitor.

"...Come here. Explain why stealing a fighter jet is easier than parallel parking."