#“because i like to tease you :-]” -joel smallishbeans circia 2023-ish

[cloversnstrawberries]

Can you make a part two of platonic yan wesker with B.O.W teen reader??? It has to be one of the best fics I have ever read

HELLO YES!! I AM ACTUALLY WORKING ON IT AS WE SPEAK :)) and i have,,, a little teaser to share since it's taking a little while longer,, nyehehehe...

"eschatological hope" platonic!yandere!albert wesker & B.O.W!teen!reader [pt 2 teaser] ! !

part 1 !

warnings; mentions of child/human experiments, guns, canon typical violence + body horror, non-consensual body modification (the scientists altered reader with a virus strain </3), and there might be more i missed, if so, please lmk!!

w/c; 416

It could be... worse, you've decided. You could've ended up in much worse conditions-- for starters, you could've ended up dead, or mutated beyond recognition. Apparently, you're the only one in that facility to have considered anywhere near a success.

Still, your life was far from good-- if it could even be called that at this point. It was far from what the life of a normal person your age should be experiencing. You should be outside, sitting under a big tree and reading a book (like they do in movies), or staying inside and playing on your family's SNES (like you realistically know teenagers do).

But here you were, stuck in yet another facility. You'll at least admit that this was a massive upgrade from where you'd previously been, sure,

Deep down, you knew that-- no matter how pretty the cage is, even if it's covered in jewels and gilded gold; even if it sparkled in the sun and let you have a view of the outside world...

It was still a cage. Even if the sterile white tiles of the lab were replaced with lacquered hardwood floors, and the madness-inducingly white walls at every turn were replaced with different wallpapers and paint colors from room to room.

There were no other kids here-- you never saw anyone except the man who'd... rescued you. Even if it doesn't seem like much of an improvement, going from captivity in one place to the other, this was living like royalty compared to what you'd experienced prior.

Cramped bunkrooms, guns pressed to your back at any chance-- kids coming in and out, making friends only to never see them again; or witness them transform into something entirely unlike themselves. For their bodies to tear and morph, until they no longer looked like your friends.

Until they no longer looked human.

...And you guess, in the end, you don't like quite human either. You're much better off then any of the other kids, and on the surface you could almost pass as entirely human--

Except for your eyes.

They were reflective, like a nocturnal animal's were. Like the critters that sometimes rifled through your trashcans, and you mom would hand you a broom and tell them to get out of there.

But for a placed called Raccoon City, there was a hell of lot more opossums then there every were raccoons. You'd only every shooed away raccoons a couple of times-- hardly saw them for the most part, actually.