#i honestly don't think wesker would like another wesker much

[pikabysss]

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Wesker gives me the vibes of "there can only be one Wesker", but I don't think he would kill a very intriguing version of himself, indeed. Still, how would he react to be used as a test subject? I just know that winning Wesker would taunt the one he captured. So here's how I think they would act if they were put in a situation where they don't pretend to get along and that one of them won over the other.

Og Wesker:

He'd treat his other version as a mere animal. Since cats are a very common house pet, he'll definitely play into it. If he really likes cats, he would probably keep him as a pet. If he doesn't, he'll keep him in a cage and turn him into a potent bioweapon. Either way, he would probably get rid of his ability to speak to reduce him to just a beast even more. (By the way, Whiskers is wearing handcuffs and a shock collar. The scientist is holding a needle. Maybe Whiskers doesn't like needles...)

Furry AU Wesker (Whiskers):

I don't think Whiskers would be as harsh as Wesker on his other self. He'll keep him captive for tests and humiliate him. Although, he will treat him like a loser rather than a beast that doesn't deserve the right to talk. I think that because humans, in my furry au world, aren't animals or pets. They're just some kind of artificial monster species. So, it's truly an accomplishment for Whiskers to win against those strange monsters, something which he would easily take pride into. Although he will not play too much with fire, he'll make sure to keep Wesker enclosed and to not make him stronger than he already is (or so, he thinks he is secretely super powerful). (By the way, Whiskers put handcuffs and a shockcollar on Wesker. He's holding Wesker's sunglasses in his hand, basically denuding him.)

In conclusion, I think that they should be kept far away from each other or having Chris and Jill from each their world with them so they could keep an eye on their Wesker so this interdimensional meeting doesn't turn into chaos. In the presence of Chris and Jill, that is when Wesker and Wesker will pretend to go along and take the picture from the first blog. ^_^

Alright, I always liked the idea of og version of a character meeting a version of themselves from an au. So, with me having the thought of Wesker being a typical villain with a cat on his laps, it just... made me draw something so stupid. Aka: Albert Wesker having a photograph with Albert Whiskers (my furry au version of him.)

They seem to get along, but, nah, they totally want to keep the other captive (dead or alive) and use them to create a new kind of f*cked up bioweapon for their respective world. (Technically, they see their alternate version as a monster... I never really explained the concept of my furry au in detail... But, yeah, humans are like beasts or monsters to them. And, for og Wesker, I think it goes without saying... there's no furries in resident evil.)

Ok, unrelated, but since I'm talking about furries in Resident Evil... (no secret drawing ahead, just rambling)

is that just my imagination, or I swear I once saw a Resident Evil like parody about a guy who created furry bioweapons that ended up creating a virus that turns people into furries (or just a furry virus)? I swear I saw something like that. But, yeah, that's what Wesker would want to do with his finding. :/ Still, that would be a fooking funny resident evil parody.

"Do not yiff them, or you'll turn into a furry too."

"What did you say? UwU"

"Aaaaah! Oh no! I'm sorry, but you're infected... I must dispose of you."

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

Headcanons for how the killers' would react to you trying to bite them! (I've never sent one of these before so I hope it's what you're looking for ^^)

All good! Thank you so much for the request!

I obviously won’t do such a handful of killers since I’m only writing for 4 specific killers right now, but I’ll add an additional one I thought would be interesting. I hope this is what you were looking for 🥲 I tried-

Singularity

Hux hates being touched, especially by a human. So safe to say he will NOT appreciate such actions

“Keep your human slobber off”

Would advise you to step away, but he’s already using his left claw to grip onto your face and push you away from him

“Do not attempt that again” Consent and notice is important to him mkay

More attempts will result in you being kicked out of the Huxlee Caracas III; if you’re his S/O at this point he’s still keeping you in his vicinity

“Are you trying to make me angry?” Calm down there Wesker

He doesn’t entirely mind it if given notice and he wants to get just a tad bit more intimate

Dredge

It doesn’t really perturb Druanee, it mostly is just perplexed and curious. 

It hopes its amalgamation of flesh is to your taste, if this is why you’re doing this. Druanee knows you can’t eat it, but it’s amusing seeing such things

With an unexpected nonchalance, it allows biting to continue if you want it to

Just don’t be surprised if something from the void reaches out and gives you a nibble of its own. Druanee totally does not know about that. 

This will happen a lot more; another conversation about boundaries unless you’re into the surprise love bites 

Blight

Definitely finds it strange when it happens, because you will manage to get a bite in seeing as he might be distracted doing something

Makes him wonder if you're seeking attention...

Talbot just shrugs it off and doesn't think very much about it. Until you do it again. Now he's really setting his pen down and looks at you

He can't talk so you're getting a look...can't really tell what emotion is present on there. He tries to communicate that it's not the best idea to bite him (but he is secretly curious to see what would happen if- Talbot No)

Definitely do not bite him. Not a good idea. Nope.

Besides his scientific tendencies I think he might actually like getting bitten

Deathslinger

Will stop what's he's doing and turn to you. Pretty astonished honestly

"Why are we biting, sweetheart?"

Wouldn't really be bothered by it and would instead find it endearing, just tell him first please. He's probably working with some tools and can't have ya getting hurt

Actually would enjoy receiving surprise bites; unless...you're someone random than what the-

Does appreciate if you kiss where you give him little bites~

Don't expect any bites from him however, at least...not at random like you might be doing

Xenomorph (take this one as you will)

If you’re trying to give Big Chap a bite, it means you’ve grown a close enough bond to be physically allowed that close to them

However, strong emphasis on bite. They’re not exactly going to allow it. At first

Before you can land any kind of nibble, Big Chap will bite you first

They tease you, playfully scare you with false bites. Until the day they finally decide to chomp 

Just like Druanee you will get many surprise (love) bites (which may hurt a bit more than what Druanee gives). Eventually though, they will soften their bites 

Sometimes the inner mouth is what will give the bites, those are more like nibbles and can be considered much more affectionate

You will be allowed to give the your own bites at some, because Big Chap will expect the favor to be returned (what a hypocrite)

Fun fact: The Xenomorph in DBD is obviously from the first ALIEN movie and is named Big Chap. Although I typically call Xenos by she/her pronouns (it's a joke but they all have potential to be a Queen) I went with something more neutral because the name implies something male…trans Xeno? Idk I just really like ALIEN

[tiredsurvivoronmain]

Chris Redfield for the character ask game?

My first impression I think I was indifferent about him because I didn't know much him apart from the boulder meme when I was first getting into Resident Evil. The first ever RE game I played was RE2R so I really didn't know anything about the series or it's characters ^^'

My impression now LOVE THE GUY. But his story/history is way more tragic than I realised, I just hope he gets some kind of closure or happy ending after everything he's been though.

Favourite thing about that character That he's a caring and protective person, even to his arch nemesis, Wesker. When Wesker betrayed him, shot Eniro and Rebecca, openly mocked him when Wesker had a gun in his hand and yet STILL wanted to save him when the tyrant attack. He takes the death of friends, team members and innocent people (and maybe even Wesker) personally, he cares about EVERYONE.

Least favourite thing I don't know if I even have anything I don't like about him as a character. The only thing I don't like that's associated with him in the fandom is the whole 'bloodline' meme about him, it's kinda annoying. B/

Favourite line/scene "Why does it always feel like I'm trapped inside a horror movie?" (he says it in RE5 and in DBD, but in DBD he says 'monster' instead of 'horror' ;D) My favourite scenes are the fight with Arias and with the zombies in Vendetta.

Favourite interaction that character has with another The moment on the jet when he and Wesker are aiming their guns at each other (well any interaction with Wesker is a favourite ^^')

A character that I wish that character would interact with more Wesker and Leon 😶💦

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character Honestly can't think of anybody that reminds me of him

A headcanon about that character Part of him regrets killing Wesker/part of him died when Wesker did, his death hit him harder than he wants to admit. Also he made graves for both Wesker and Piers in a location only he knows. He visits them whenever he can.

A song that reminds of that character 'Unknown Soldier' by Breaking Benjamin

An unpopular opinion about that character I don't think I have one...

Favourite picture

Anything of Chris smiling is a favourite because after all the pain, loss and hardship he's been through, he can still have a smile on his face.

[mychoombatheroomba]

Things I Love About the Shitty Live Action Resident Evil Movies

So, it was my birthday recently and my roommates asked if I wanted to do anything fun. My response, of course, was to suggest getting drunk and watching the live action Resident Evil movies and like, damn, I love those stupid ass movies so much. So I wanted to make a really dumb (and lengthy) post about the goofy things I like, whether for legit or meme reasons.

Y'all, I know they're bad, that is, in fact, why I love them.

1 - The opening is genuinely kinda freaky, like, the elevator scene? Oof, well done suspense

2 - Michelle Rodriguez. That's it, that's the post.

3- The LASER ROOM - so iconic they used it in the games. The first movie came out in 2002, RE4 then used the laser room in 2005, like, y'all, they took that from the goddamn movie, that's how much of a vibe it was

(And honestly, just the Red Queen in general, what an absolute icon, love that her appearance changes in every movie she's in)

4 - Alice is the most fanfic Mary Sue character I've perhaps ever seen on-screen, and I love that for her. Look at her kicking this zombie dog in the face, it's hilarious

5 - Pretty game-accurate costuming? I can dig it

6 - They're gay, your honor

7 - Bad CGI on the Licker, I would expect nothing less

8 - Alice is at her most powerful when she finds a white bathrobe just lying around somewhere

9 - Raccoon City gets destroyed in the course of, like, a day if I'm understanding the timeline right. Like, first infection to nuking the city seems to be about 24 hours. Incredible.

10 - Leon fucking wishes he was Alice, miss ma'am out here driving motorcycles into buildings and then launching them at a monster just to shoot it and blow it up.

(Special mention for another "they're gay, your honor"

11 - You'd think the kid they have to rescue from Raccoon City is Sherry, wouldn't you? An Umbrella scientist's daughter who the gang have to save? NOPE it's Angela Ashford. Not to be confused with the game's Alexia Ashford. Is it an easter egg? A botched cameo? IDK bro, you think they know the lore?

12 - "GTA MOTHERFUCKER" - LJ, before running over a zombie

13 - THEY GAVE NEMESIS A REDEMPTION ARC??? Incredible (not before making him and Alice fist-fight each other)

14 - Keeping with RE tradition, the helicopter almost always crashes.

15 - They just decided, fuck it, let's give Alice superpowers. Also the stupid Umbrella eyes, literally whenever they come up.

16 - The third movie is just Mad Max and Fallout: New Vegas merged together. Also the way they say the whole earth withered and died but later movies very clearly show flora still alive

17 - Why is Jorah Mormont from Game of Thrones here? WHY IS JOHNNY CAGE FROM MORTAL KOMBAT 1995 HERE???

Also why does Wesker look a little like Eminem to me in the third movie?

18 - The amount of just, like, "hey, this monster/character was in the games, let's just put them in the movie anywhere!"

19 - Carlos gets one of the only satisfying death scenes for a named character from the games. And by that I mean he gets one of the only on-screen death scenes for a named character from the games. Slay, king.

20 - Why does the Tyrant look like that?

21 - The army of Alice clones were blonde originally, but all went out and dyed their hair together between movies and I think that's cute.

22 - The timeline is so fucked up, I don't think they even knew how long was supposed to pass between the movies

23 - The way they shoehorned Chris in so bad that, as a kid, I thought he had no importance and they just wanted to give Claire a character to help her with her amnesia (also, Claire having amnesia). The Redfields do get to shoot the shit out of Wesker at the end though, good for them.

24 - THEY'RE GAY, YOUR HONOR

25 - The Executioner from RE5 just like, is in Los Angeles for some reason?

26 - This shot of Wesker.

27 - Wesker takes Alice's powers away in the beginning of the 4th movie, then at the end of the 5th movie he reinfects her with the T-Virus so she can be a superhuman again and just like, bud, you're wildin'. Also it's mentioned in the 3rd movie that Alice's blood could be the cure, and that she could synthesize it once the Tyrant is dealt with? But she doesn't? She just takes the clones of her in the facility instead of using the equipment to make a cure? I know they cure it in the last movie but like, girlie, you could have tried earlier idk. Fascinating.

28 - The opening credits scene for the 5th movie is actually pretty cool

29 - The rest of the fifth movie . . . whatever those writers were smoking, I want some. I know there's literally an Umbrella base in Antarctica in the game but like, idk, having an underwater base where you have multiple city simulations running for BOW production is so funny to me. They've got clones of Carlos and the whole team from the first movie, a random child Alice adopts, Las Plagas lads on motorcycles, more Executioners, Barry (oh, hi Barry!) and damn I love every terrible minute of it.

30 - "The Leon you ordered from AliExpress"

31 - Li Bingbing as Ada, my beloved

32 - Whatever the hell this fight scene is (I am obsessed with it). The sapphic energy of Jill v Alice. Las Plagas giving you instant superpowers. Michelle Rodriguez beating the shit out of Leon Kennedy (mans draws his knife and immediately gets disarmed, Krauser would be so disappointed). Ada just snoozing in the snow the whole time. Cinema.

The music kinda slaps though.

The second half of this where Michelle gets clocked in the face with a fire extinguisher and just looks offended? Immaculate.

33 - Wesker saying that he, Alice, Jill, Leon and Ada are the last hope for humanity from the roof of the White House. What a team.

34 - AND THEN LEON, ADA AND JILL FUCKING DIE OFF SCREEN BETWEEN MOVIES ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? Peak writing right there.

35 - I have never seen the Final Chapter, but I do know that Claire is the only (known) surviving original RE character. Chris is MIA and everyone else is dead. The lesbians win again.

36 - Also there's a character named K-Mart. No notes.

37 - WESKER GETS KILLED BY A DOOR LMFAO

I cannot say I would recommend these movies without the consumption of alcohol involved. Once that's in the mix? They're a great time.

[munchbuddi]

Spent most of my day making a roster for a hypothetical Marvel vs. Capcom game where none of the playable characters from any of the other games in the series are allowed on the roster. So like, no returning characters at ALL. A fun lil exercise.

25 characters from each Marvel and Capcom, and honestly isn't as awful as I would have expected (but would still be the worst MvC roster, lol)

(The cast isn't imbalanced, I just have Reed and Sue as a single character, where Reed does the main attacks, and Sue comes out for Blocks/Grabs and some other animations. I played too much Mortal Kombat as a youth to let an invisible character exist on the roster. PLUS, combining Reed and Sue let's you make a 3v3 team with the whole Fantastic Four, which is cool)

my main takeaways are that:

MvC has already used most of the good villains from both companies. (and the remaining villains are either very passive trickster types, or too massive and cosmic to exist as a fighting game character outside of a boss fight)

It's fucked up trying to make a roster for an MvC game when basically all the Avengers and Street Fighters are off the table. I ALSO did not want LUKE as the main SF protagonist representation, but he's definitely the closest to a "main Street Fighter character" that hasn't already been used in MvC.

A lot of the popular Marvel heroes that are not already a part of MvC are fucking LAMEEEEEEEEE. I don't care how obscure we have to get, I'm not putting fucking Namor and Ant-Man on my fucking fighting game roster.

It was really hard to narrow down the Street Fighter cast, but I feel pretty good with Hugo as our big body grappler and 3rd Strike rep, and then having Juri from 4 and Rashid from 5. I like these Street Fighters a lot.

The fact that MvC hasn't had Punisher, Fury, Luke Cage, Daredevil, the Fantastic Four, Nightcrawler or honestly just a LOT of these characters on their rosters yet is a lil mind blowing. I like these characters, I think they rule. ALSO FUCKING BLADEEEEEE. I think Capcom hates money.

Capcom has a lotta good fighting game rosters that have never popped up in an MvC game as well. The designs for the Red Earth cast, as well as the casts for Rival Schools and Power Stone are fun as hell. Also, Picking Darkstalkers representatives is hard as hell, because despite MvC already using like, half the DS characters in other MvC titles, the remaining half of the DS roster ALSO kicks ass.

It was really hard to find enough Marvel characters I liked to keep up with how many Capcom characters I wanted to add, forcing a few heart breaking cuts on the Capcom side. I would've really wanted another Rival Schools/PJ character, Victor (or honestly any other remaining DS character), Saki (using her TvC moves), as well as one of several SF characters. Ultimately I couldn't really add more to the Capcom side without having to start adding some real duds to the Marvel side (like fucking Namor)

No Dead Rising characters because all their characters outside of Frank suck ASSSSSS. I do not like Chuck. I almost cut Ace Attorney as a series as well because I had a hard time imagining a character who would work as well as Phoenix and Maya. Ultimately I thought having Ryunosuke and Herlock (who would unintentionally attack people while showboating) felt like the best option. (Although Franziska would have been fun too, or an Apollo & friends character)

Mr. X, Birkin, Lady D, Saddler, and Salazar are nowhere as cool as Nemesis and Wesker (I kinda like Berkin mutation #2, but 🤷🤷). Ultimately I could not think of another RE character that fit the roster as well. I thought about having Leon as a gun mcshooty like Chris, and then having Rebecca or Claire with a missiles/zombie summoning moveset like Jill in MvC2, but that felt like a copout to just have MvC2 Jill again. +Although I kinda still like the idea of Rebecca with a healing support assist type thing, since she's a medic.) Ultimately I just went with Leon as the lone rep (with Regina acting as a second survival horror representative character, summoning Dinos the way MvC2 Jill does with Zombies)

Gene Godhand is finally on the roster (as he always should have been) as the sole representative for all the Clover Games, since Amatarasu and Viewtiful Joe were already used. If you haven't played God Hand, please do, it is very good.

I could not imagine good enough movesets for JJ Jameson and Edgeworth to justify adding them, despite thinking they are both very funny. I also cut Moon Girl because I didn't wanna imagine any of these characters beating the shit outta a lil girl, no matter how smart she is or how kick ass her dinosaur is. Also couldn't think of how Xavier would fight, since even whenever he does take a rare combat role, it's all telepathic tricks and such. Same with Mystique.

Also, no Red Skull because his ass is just a nazi, and I didn't want to imagine any of these characters collaborating with his nasty ass. Which is a shame because he would definitely be a much needed additional villain, and I think he could have a funny moveset of constantly summoning goons like his fellow fighting game nazi Parasol who summons her egrets.

Black Cat, JJ, Kingpin, Kraven, Spider Gwen, and honestly every member of the Sinister Six because I did not want the whole Marvel cast to be "Oops, All Spiderman". Spiderman really has a monopoly on all the great marvel villains who aren't either cosmic level deities or X-Men villains.

Some characters just don't feel right without their counterparts. Like, I feel like adding Red Hulk without Hulk would be a bit fucked up. Or Hercules without Thor. JJ without Peter Parker. Killmonger without Black Panther. Franziska or Edgeworth without Phoenix. Ya know?

I thought about adding The Arisen and a Pawn from Dragon's Dogma, but I don't know how interesting the moveset could be. Also, the main feature I always think about from the DD games is climbing like a jackass on all the enemies, and I cannot think of a way to add that to a fighting game that wouldn't be miserable.

lastly, some characters were totally chill to add, but went against the SPIRIT of the exercise. Stuff like Evil Ryu, Violent Ken, Captain Carter, Red Hulk and Carnage (who are both way too close to the secret characters Orange Hulk and Red Venom), Zero (from the Mega Man Zero series, as opposed to Zero from the Mega Man X series, even though I really think Zero from MMZero is very cool in SvC Chaos), the very cool and mysterious Paper Bag Man, and the 10000 cases of "character takes up a mantle that used to belong to a other person". Obviously I ended up making exceptions to this thought process for Miles, Gwenpool, and MegaMan Volnutt, but I honestly think these characters would end up having different enough movesets to differentiate themselves from Spidey, Deadpool, and Rock or X. (and also I just really like them so boo hoo)

Ultimately, I think this would be a pretty terrible roster when compared to the other MvC titles, but it was a fun thing to think about. Thank you for reading all this if ya did read it, lol.

[sapphire-weapon]

Honestly, I don't think Capcom would dare to remake RE6. The game has a lot of flaws, and the over-the-top Fast and Furious action style isn't even the worst of them.

The story in general is a fucking shitty mess, the villains are a joke, specifically Simmons and his stupid obsession with Ada and his ridiculous transformations (who the hell thought a fly and a dinosaur were good ideas?). Not to mention that Jake and Helena must be among the most forgettable characters in the main saga; to this day no one can explain how Wesker had a son, or what was the point of making so much hype for a character we'd never hear from again despite being the son of the most important RE villain.

RE6 is still the mockery of the fandom, people still make videos making fun of how ridiculous and bad the game is, and I don't blame them. That's why RE7 was so abysmally different, because Capcom listened to the fans and they understood that RE6 is simply NOT what the fandom wanted. A remake of RE6 would also imply that Capcom has to redo the story of the game that almost killed their most important franchise. It's not just about polishing some flaws that the original story had or changing some events/scenes (as happened with RE2R and RE4R), it's about changing like 80% of the game to make it good. And I swear, if they make a totally original game no soul on this earth is going to complain, because the only good things people remember about RE6 is: hand-to-hand combat, Leon's perfect ass and Piers and his dynamic with Chris.

to this day no one can explain how Wesker had a son

i mean i can.

he put his penis inside of a woman's vagina and ejaculated while she was ovulating and used no birth control.

it's not that complicated rly.

but overall, what you don't seem to understand, anon, is that RE6 is one of the best-selling resident evil games ever released.

ever.

it has about the same amount of sales as every version of OG RE4 that was ever released combined.

they would be fucking stupid not to remake it. like, just absolutely smooth-brained drooling idiot in a dunce cap stupid to not remake that game.

and the way that it got there is because RE4 was a cultural phenomenon, which then turned RE5 into the best-selling RE game up to that point because it was billed as "RE4 you can play with your friends" -- and then when RE5 was released to financial, critical, and fan success, that reputation and that hype pulled in so many sales for RE6.

capcom can absolutely repeat that success and rake in shittons of money, now that they have managed to replicate RE4make being a cultural phenomenon that's pulled a brand new audience into resident evil, just like OG did. they would be so stupid to not keep that success rolling the exact same way they did with OG.

capcom is a business, and a business exists to make money.

we are getting an RE6make. as far as i'm concerned, this is not up for debate. they need to release another leon game in the remake timeline within the next five years to fully capitalize on RE4make's success -- regardless of how well RE5make does -- and RE6 is the only option, because it is the last numbered title he's been in. (and before you go: what about that operation javier game that just got hinted at -- that would be a spinoff, and that's not the same thing.)

capcom used to say that an RE2make would never happen. they were terrified to remake RE2. and they were right to be.

they were also terrified to remake RE4. and they were definitely right to be.

but i don't think they're scared anymore. they're going to look at RE6make as an opportunity, not a roadblock. RE6make is their opportunity to do it right this time and have that game bolster their reputation instead of tank it while raking in shittons and shittons of money.

[pizza-is-my-buziness]

Fictober Prompt Day Two! Prompt: "Don't worry, I got you."

Pairing: Jill Valentine/Carlos Oliveira (Resident Evil)

Read the story below or on AO3!

The mansion smells stale, like dust and things long left to mold. That, Jill can handle. But those are the smells that barely register. What invades her nose, despite her best efforts to hold her breath, to breathe only through her mouth, is the sickly smell of something rotting. The tangy metallic and unmistakable scent of blood. It’s overwhelming, like fruit left in the sun to crack and burst. 

Something is not right here.

The gun in her hand provides only so much reassurance. She counts the bullets over and over, the way she imagines someone far more pious would work a rosary. Most of their extra ammunition had been in the helicopter and that’s long gone. She’s got six shots in her gun and one in the chamber. She’s got another box of ammo in the pocket of her vest, but judging by the way it rattled when she picked it up it’s not full. She hadn’t thought about it back at the station but now it feels like the type of mistake that’s going to get her killed.

The Spencer Mansion is like a maze of dimly lit hallways. The glow from the sconces on the wall only does so much to penetrate the darkness. Dust motes and god only knows what else dance in the beam of her flashlight but there’s something about the glow that makes everything worse. It only goes so far at once, illuminating rounded portions of the room in front of her and leaving everything else in darkness. She can’t fight the thought that she’s going to turn her beam and see something skittering just out of view of the light.

The darkness seems like a living thing, breathing around her. 

But the room seems more or less empty. Portraits on the wall. Old, dust coated furniture glued to the ground by layers of cobwebs. A piano in the corner and a bookshelf with titles long obscured by wear or dust. She feels so exposed here suddenly, alone in the darkness. She doesn’t know where the rest of her team has gone…they’ve left her or…no…that’s not entirely fair. They haven’t left they’ve just split up and…honestly what a stupid idea. Chris and Wesker and Barry…they’re somewhere in this fucking place and she’s alone. 

Jill turns and her beam hits a figure in the doorway behind her and the impulse to scream is strangled quickly by the realization of who is there with her. Because she’s not alone. Of course not. This, this person standing behind her, makes far more sense.

Carlos squints in the beam of light, putting a hand up. “Didn’t mean to scare you there, Supercop.” 

Jill lowers her flashlight, wondering if he can see the relief on her face that she’s trying to disguise as resigned amusement. “You shouldn’t be creeping around. I could’ve shot you.” 

In truth, she hadn’t even reached for her gun. Maybe it’s because she hadn’t had time, had been both taken aback by his presence and reassured by it in the span of a single breath, but she thinks maybe, maybe, it’s because she’d known he was there all along. 

Carlos looks far more prepared than Jill feels. He isn’t in the simple, light tactical gear of a S.T.A.R.S. member which makes sense somewhere in the recesses of memory that aren’t taken up with the sensations of the Spencer Mansion. The smell of rot and death is cloying, overwhelming, as it tries to force its way down her throat, crowding out any sort of logical thought aside from her relief to see Carlos. There’s an assault rifle in his hands, a knife strapped to his belt, another gun at his hip. But somehow, somewhere in the back of her mind, Jill knows that’s not why she’s happy to see him.

“Nah,” Carlos says, shaking his head. His hair is loose around his face, falling in ridiculous waves. Wesker and Chris keep their hair short, close-cut and far from their lines of sight. It’s the same for her and Rebecca, the only two female members of the S.T.A.R.S. team, and Jill can’t help but wonder when she’d made that choice, whether the decision to lop off the ponytail from her teenage years had been her own or some sort of unconscious choice made when she’d entered her academy days. “You good in here? I thought I heard something.” 

Jill pushes aside thoughts of hair -hers, Carlos’ more specifically- and nods, flexing her fingers around the gun in her hand. “This one is clear. No sign of…anything.” 

“Okay. Good.” Carlos nods, stepping back from the doorframe to allow her to join him in the hall. “We can clear the rest of this floor, then-” 

The sound of something dragging against the floor causes Carlos to fall silent and they both turn in the direction of the noise. Jill tenses, lifting her gun, and everything else seems to fall away: the smells of the mansion, the wrongness of it. Instead, her entire universe tunnels to one specific point at the end of the hallway, the curve the blocks her view of what might be beyond.

Something…dragging against the wall maybe. An eerie, heavy shuffling that just feels wrong. 

“What is that?” Jill whispers, almost absently, but reflex, because it’s not like she expects an answer.

And Carlos doesn’t give her one, only shaking his head. The corded muscles of his forearm flexes as he keeps the gun steady, trained on whatever might be up ahead, ready to step from the shadows and into the light. “Stay sharp,” he murmurs and in another situation she might roll her eyes at him. “I’ve got your back.” 

Jill nods, is about to assure him of the same, when a figure rounds the corner, shuffling and stumbling and…wrong.

It feels…familiar. 

Somehow.

Like she’s been here before. 

The figure is in a long white lab coat, walking in the crooked, stumbling manner of a drunk but somehow worse and it takes Jill a moment to realize that the left ankle is crooked and wrong. That the creature is walking on the jagged, raw bones of the broken foot. When the figure lifts its head, the face is bloody, eyes milky and sightless, throat missing. It gnashes its teeth at them, almost curiously, as though trying the movement out.

And, beyond, the sound of further footsteps. Bodies bumping against the wall. 

Jill swallows, shoulders straightening. “Don’t let them bite you,” she whispers. This, she knows, without the shadow of a doubt.

Carlos nods and then the creatures are on them.

The hallway erupts with the sound of gunfire, with inhuman shrieking and snapping teeth. It smells of decay, corpses putrefied and oozing, of blood and sweat and fear. Jill doesn’t think. She just points and shoots and counts her shots. It’s not enough. She doesn’t have enough bullets. There are too many of them. 

Jill reaches for the box in her pocket, fumbling, and one of the creatures makes a lunge for her, shrieking. She draws back, mind white with panic, but Carlos is there, reaching out, shoving the creature backward and away from her. “Jill! Go! The room!” 

She turns, moving on pure instinct, on the relief of someone pointing her in a direction. She rushes back into the room they’d just left, Carlos only a breath behind her, and she slams the door shut behind him, locking it. Everything in her knows this is wrong, that they shouldn’t have cornered themselves like this. The pounding and clawing on the other side of the door only confirms this knowledge, only reassures her how stupid she really is. 

But, at the same time, Jill can’t help but be grateful for the respite. They can breathe, take a moment to reload and make a plan. They can come out shooting.

Exhaling, Jill steps away from the door. She wipes at the sweat on her forehead, but somehow isn’t all that surprised to find that it isn’t sweat at all, that her arm comes back streaked with someone else’s blood.

“Okay, this won’t hold forever,” Jill says, nodding toward the door. “How many more shots do you have? I think we can-” 

“Jill.” 

There’s something in the sound of Carlos’ voice that makes her pause, that stops the heart in her chest. Jill doesn’t want to turn, doesn’t want to look at him, but her body feels like it isn’t her own. Her gaze is drawn like a magnet toward Carlos, standing there a few feet from her. He holds up his arm, raw and bloody with a chunk of flesh missing. Teeth marks ooze some sort of darker, more viscous liquid.

She looks up at him, eyes wide. “No.” 

It’s not possible, somehow she knows it’s not possible, but Carlos already looks different. The color is leaving his skin, the warmth from his eyes, the decay seeming to spread so quickly. Blood runs from the corner of his mouth and when he takes a step, it’s stumbling and uneven.

“Jill…” His voice, too, is growing unrecognizable. Growling and deep.

Jill shakes her head, taking a step back from him. “No. Carlos. No. This isn’t…” 

This isn’t right. 

This isn’t the way it’s meant to be. 

“Jill…you…have to shoot me, Jill.” It’s clear every word is a struggle, some inordinate effort that he’s dragging forth. “Now. Before I…before it’s too late. I don’t want…hurt you…” 

She shakes her head and the gun slips from her hand, clattering to the floor. “No. I…won’t. I can’t.” 

Carlos steps closer, gait uneven, and he looks mostly dead already, graying and monstrous and this is wrong she knows this is wrong. Carlos isn’t…he’s a gentle laugh that sounds like the promise of a thunder storm. A smile that always sends warmth tip-toeing down the base of her spine. Terrible jokes while they wash the dishes. Meticulous and thorough and thoughtful. 

Not this…this. 

“I won’t,” Jill says again.

Carlos stumbles forward, grabbing her forearm, and when he looks up at her, there’s almost nothing left of the person she knows him to be. “Shoot me, Jill. Now.” 

“I can’t. I won’t. I-” 

“Jill!” 

She jolts awake, gasping as she sits upright, desperate to move, to get away, to do…something. 

But there’s nothing but the edge of the bed and she nearly goes over but an hand, reassuring and steady, grabs her shoulder and pulls her back and everything comes flooding back into focus. She’s not back at the mansion. She’s not even in Raccoon City.

She’s here, in this tiny apartment, in a city where no one knows who she is. And Carlos is there beside her, his hand still tight on her shoulder. 

Jill blinks, looking at him, really looking at him, and Carlos seems reassured that she’s finally come well and truly awake because he lets go of her and Jill misses the pressure, the warmth of his palm against her skin.

“Hey,” Carlos says softly. “Hey it’s okay. Don’t worry, I got you. It’s just a nightmare.” 

The words almost don’t register. A nightmare. Just a nightmare. That hardly seems right, hardly seems sharp and heavy enough for the thoughts in her mind. 

It had felt so real.

It had been real.

Parts of it, anyway. The mansion and the things she’d seen there…how all of this had started. She’s dreamt of the Spencer Mansion a hundred different ways on dozens of different nights. And she’s dreamt, too, of watching Carlos decay in front of her eyes, watched him beg her to shoot him while he rapidly became one of those things. A hundred times. A million. 

Jill swallows and presses the heels of her hands to her eyes, hoping that might somehow keep the tears at bay. If she starts to cry, she isn’t sure she’ll be able to stop. 

“Come on,” Carlos says, getting off the edge of the bed and giving her a gentle nudge. “You know what we need.” 

Carlos leaves, disappearing out of the sight into the rest of the apartment, and for a moment Jill thinks about staying right where she is. Pulling the blankets over her head and curling up into a ball and never getting up again. She’ll just stop sleeping if that’s what it takes. If that keeps her from seeing…

But the quiet, the darkness…all of that feels worse than getting up, so Jill quickly untangles her body from the blankets and hurries toward the kitchen, the floorboards of the apartment cool against her bare feet. 

Carlos is already in the kitchen, a gallon of milk on the counter, a sauce pan heating on burner. It’s a routine they both know well, something that had started not long after they’d first arrived there, when Jill had woken them both up screaming from a nightmare. That night, they had only talked, sitting out on the fire escape and letting the damp, sticky night air listlessly push the hair around on the nape of their necks. He’d told her about how his mother used to gather them up from nightmares, bundling them into the kitchen and singing quietly in Spanish while making hot chocolate from scratch: warmed milk with chocolate shavings and just a bit of cinnamon. “The woman was a saint,” Carlos had said, chuckling and peering at the hazy orange streetlights dotting the city around them. Jill had just listened, holding onto the sound of his quiet laugh whenever the thoughts had tried to crowd back into her mind. But the next time she’d woken up to Carlos’ reassurances, his steady presence, he’d made them both hot chocolate exactly as his mom had and that, more than anything, had made her want to cry.

It still does, a little, as she watches him now. 

Jill rubs at her eyes with the side of her hand, grateful Carlos can’t see her.

“So,” Carlos says, pouring milk into the pan and leaving it to warm, retrieving the mugs they use each day from coffee from where they sit upside down on the towel beside the sink. “Want to talk about it?” 

Honestly, Jill isn’t sure whether she does or not. She just isn’t sure that she has the words.

“Because,” Carlos turns to face her, studying her features in the light that comes in through the windows, “you were talking in your sleep. You kept saying ‘I won’t, I won’t’ just over and over again. So, you know, if you want to talk about it…I’m here.” 

Hearing the words repeated now immediately drops her right back into her dream. To the Spencer Mansion. To the sight of Carlos holding out his arm to show her he’d been bitten. 

Jill feels like someone has their fist lodged in her throat, making it impossible to breathe. There’s a weight sitting heavy in the center of her chest, pressing down further every single time she tries to draw a deep breath. She can feel the weight of it threatening to crack her ribs, to flatten her hurt, to stop her lungs. 

She misses the nights when she woke up dreaming about becoming one of those things. 

She hadn’t realized then that that -becoming a creature herself- was the better alternative. 

Rather than answer, Jill turns, wobbling her way over toward the couch and dropping down on the far right cushion. The blanket that Carlos sleeps with is a tangled heap on the floor, along with the pillow. Everything disrupted in a frenzy as he’d hurried to wake her from yet another dream. She reaches down to pick up the blanket, intending to fold it, to carefully return it so Carlos can fall back asleep now that he’s dealt with her, but instead Jill wraps it around her shoulders, holding it tightly closed at her collarbone.

It smells like Carlos, his body wash and the cheap shampoo and sweat, a smell that seems to speak specifically of sleep. She’d never liked it when men spent the night, even if they were repeat partners, so she’d never really allowed herself to become familiar with all the different stages of them, with the specific, gentle way someone’s usual smell could change. Even Wesker, the closest thing Jill thinks she has to a could’ve been, had never tried to linger, had never encouraged her to do the same whenever they were at his place. She’d always been both impressed and chagrined by his ability to separate work from what they did outside of it.

Though now Jill can’t help but wonder if it was because he’d been intending to betray them all along.

Jill closes her eyes, breathing in deeply as she holds the blanket tighter around herself. Even in the middle of the night, it’s hardly cool. The air is sticky and stagnant, but still she doesn’t let go of the fabric. 

“Hey. Aquí.” Carlos’ voice is quiet so as not to startle her, she knows. 

Jill opens her eyes, reaching out to the proffered mug and letting the blanket slip slightly down her shoulders. Carlos sits down beside her, holding a mug of his own, and Jill watches as the steam curls upward, bringing with it the smells of chocolate and cinnamon. She’d never even considered adding cinnamon before, not that she was ever a connoisseur of hot chocolate or anything. 

But it really makes all the difference. 

Jill takes a swallow, ignoring the way it scalds her tongue, focusing inside on the sweetness of the chocolate, the added spice of the cinnamon. It soothes her insides on the way down, unfurling like a pleasant stretch in the pit of her stomach. 

“It was about Raccoon City,” Jill says, tilting her mug to watch the contents bump gently against the opposite side. “Of course. What else would it be about.” 

Carlos nods, leaning against the opposite corner of the couch so he can study her. “Yeah, I figured. This one just seemed particularly…terrible.” 

“They’re all terrible,” Jill snaps, tightening her hands around the mug in her hands. 

The mug full of hot chocolate that Carlos made for her.

After she woke him up in the middle of the night.

Jesus, she really is the worst.

Jill exhales, relaxing her hold, just a little bit. “It was…I’ve had dreams like it before,” she says, glancing over at Carlos. “Dreams where you turn into one of those things.” 

For a moment, Carlos is only silent, watching her while the smell of cinnamon fills the apartment. She wonders if he’s trying to put the pieces together for himself, imagining her dream and what might’ve possibly caused her to mumble over and over in her sleep. I won’t. I won’t. 

What must it be like to know that someone sees your death over and over again? 

Sighing, Carlos drinks from his mug, and Jill wants to ask what it makes him think of instead. Does it remind him of being back in Columbia? She wants to ask him more about his life there, so many more pieces that she’s desperate to get her hands on to start using to fill in the blanks of him. But she doesn’t need anything that would make the nightmares more realistic. 

“Yeah, I’ve had dreams like that too,” Carlos says, nodding. “Where I know that I’m going to become one of those things and it doesn’t matter what I do because it’s going to happen anyway.” He reaches up, running a hand through his hair, absently pushing it aside only to have it fall back against his face. “Or where the vaccine doesn’t work or I’m too late…it’s the fucking worse, dreams like that. Like wasn’t it bad enough having to live through it once?” 

Jill surprises herself by laughing, the sound loosening something else inside her chest. “Yeah, seems a little bit like overkill, huh? Like I don’t need help remembering any of it, I’m good.” 

“Exactly.” Carlos grins, nodding. He sets his mug aside and Jill only holds hers closer, wanting to savor it for a little while longer. “But you’re here, you know. That’s what I have to keep telling myself. The vaccine worked. We got out of there.” 

Jill nods, glancing down at her mug. “You make it sound so easy.” 

Carlos scoffs, leaning his head back against the couch cushions. “Damn. Making something look easy. That might actually be a first.” 

Jill’s smile is small but she can feel it, gently tugging up her lips despite the best efforts of the heaviness in her chest. She sips from the hot chocolate, letting the cinnamon dance across her tongue. “Thank you. For…this.” 

“You got it, Supercop. Works like a charm, hmm?” 

She’s okay with him thinking she’s talking about the hot chocolate. 

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The Betrayer | Chapter Three: A Rude Awakening

“Hey now, I got you. I got you.” You heard a familiar voice say.

Pairing: Albert Wesker/F!Reader, Chris Redfield/F!Reader

Tags: Violence, Blood, Minor Character Death

Notes: Give it up for chapter 3! This one is literally double the previous one! I had so much fun writing this. I took a LOT of liberties with how things look outside of trials but like... we don't have a lot to go off of lol. I hope you enjoy the character interactions, btw. Made myself blush writing for Chris, but he's my babygirl, so that's to be expected. Carlos made me laugh, Claire and Sheva are queens, Jill and Rebecca are precious, Leon is just a lil guy, and Ada thinks you're sus. I just love these nerds so much.

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Your breath was caught in your throat as you took in the person standing before you.

“Chris?”

There had only been one other time you were this relieved to see him in the entire two years you’d known each other.

Meeting his gaze, you’re taken aback by the emotion on his face. You were usually the crybaby.

Before you knew it, he had picked you up and into his arms, squeezing you like a well-loved teddy bear. You were astounded by the show of affection, never having gotten more than a pat on the back or a hand ruffling through your hair from the man who now held you tightly in his strong embrace.

“Chris, let her breathe,” Jill said, coming up from behind him to greet you.

Her eyes gleamed with unshed tears and you realized your friends must have thought the worst. In their defense, so did you.

As if remembering himself, Chris let you down quickly, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck at the uncharacteristic action. You clutched his bicep in your hand for a moment, laughing. Was it just you or did he seem… larger somehow? More muscular?

“It’s good to see you too, buddy,” you told him, turning to Jill. “Both of you.”

“We thought…” Chris started but couldn’t seem to finish his words.

“We thought we’d never see you again,” Jill spoke for him as she glanced over at her partner. She wasn’t wearing her S.T.A.R.S. uniform, which you found odd. Perhaps she had gotten to change since the previous day?

“Same here. I had a hell of a night,” you replied. “I honestly don’t think you’d believe me if I told you.”

The two friends shared a meaningful look.

“Does that mean you guys did too?”

Chris grimaced. “You could say that. We should probably discuss this later, though. It’s not safe here.”

As they turned to leave you noticed they were both wearing backpacks.

Weird…

Something seemed off, but you couldn’t place it. You just nodded and followed them with shambling steps back down the stairs and into the living room.

To your joy, you were met with Rebecca, her clothes dirty but otherwise no worse for wear. She looked equally happy to see you as she rushed over, gripping your shoulder in one hand.

“Hey, kiddo,” you said, giving her a grin.

“Glad you're okay,” she responded, her brows furrowing as she took in the nasty, now scabbed-over cut on your face and the makeshift splint sticking out of your boot. “Though I think you’ve seen better days.”

“We’ll have to get her seen about later,” declared Chris with his arms crossed. “We’re already running late as it is.”

“Late?” you asked, turning to face him. You suddenly noticed the dark circles under his eyes. He must not have slept well last night, if at all. You wondered what they had gone through and if it was just as batshit insane as your experience had been.

Before Chris could answer, another figure walked in from the kitchen to stand beside him. You gawked, completely bewildered by who was in front of you.

“Claire?!” you exclaimed. “What the hell are you doing here?!”

The last you had heard, Chris’s kid sister was in college a state or two over. Why would she be out in the middle of the Arklay Mountains? During an active investigation, no less!

Well, I don’t think we’re in the mountains anymore.

She and Chris shared a look, not dissimilar to the one he and Jill had had a moment ago. You felt like they were hiding something from you. Something important.

“It’s a long story,” is all the information she granted.

“One she’ll gladly tell you once we get back to camp,” Chris added.

“I’m sorry, camp? What camp?” You could feel yourself getting agitated with every passing second. Nothing pissed you off more than when you were purposely kept out of the loop.

Chris sighed and motioned for the group to head towards the door before he wrapped his arm around your waist to pull your weight off your injured ankle, letting you use him as a crutch.

Despite your frustration, you appreciated it, letting him half-carry you out of the dilapidated farmhouse.

“I think it's better if we just show you.”

Your group trudged on for quite some time in relative silence after that. You could see them searching the trees as they passed, realizing they were checking for markings they had notched into the bark to prevent themselves from getting lost. It was a smart move.

You noticed they were on edge, guessing that perhaps the day was just as unsafe as the night had been.

Speaking of the day…

“What time is it?” you asked Chris in a hushed voice.

He looked down at the watch strapped to his wrist before shifting his eyes to you. “Two-thirty.”

“In the afternoon?!” you questioned, a bit too loudly.

“Shh!” Chris clapped his hand over your mouth and your friends halted immediately, scanning the field you had just entered to make sure you hadn’t attracted any unwanted attention. 

After a beat of quiet, save for the rustling wind that cut a little too deep for your liking, you moved onwards.

You were embarrassed by the outburst, but the shock of his statement had you reeling a bit despite all you had experienced the day before.

“I’m sorry,” you told them, your voice low again. “It feels way too dark to be mid-afternoon. It seems more like–”

“Dusk?” Claire asked, tipping her head back to glance at you.

Yeah… It’s just really strange.”

“Get used to it,” she replied. “It’s always like that here. Except when it’s pitch black.”

Chris gave her a glare. “We really need to stop chatting while we’re out in the open like this.”

His sister rolled her eyes and turned forward, but the rest of the journey was a silent one.

Eventually, you came across a massive stone wall, at least twenty feet high, that seemed to sprawl in an endless curve as the lot of you followed around it.

Already at a loss, you were gobsmacked when you approached a gate, somehow even taller than the structure that it was set into. It was made out of thick sheets of metal that were welded together, with no way to open it in clear sight.

“What the hell is this?” you inquired, eyes wide as you took in the sprawling edifice in front of you.

Before anyone could answer, a deep echoing sound erupted from above. Vision drawn to the top of the wall, you could make out the vague shape of a person’s head just on the other side, with what you recognized as a large blowing horn pressed to their lips.

Then there was a creaking noise as the giant gate began to slowly open to the left. It reached only a couple of feet when it stopped, and a figure appeared in the narrow opening.

“Good to see you back. We were worried you’d be late,” the man said.

He was wearing a baseball cap, a ballistic vest, and a badge was slung around his neck, though it wasn’t from a police department you’d ever heard of. Before your group was allowed passage through the gate, the man’s gaze landed on you, brows raised.

“And who is this?” he questioned Chris, whose arm was still wrapped around you.

“She’s with us, Tapp,” was all he offered. You gaped up at him, a little startled by his gruff response.

Grumpy much.

The stranger before you, Tapp, only shrugged and let you enter.

After watching the unfamiliar detective turn a crank in order to shut the gate, you glimpsed what was next to him.

It was a makeshift tower built onto a tree that grew near the structure, the trunk almost drooping towards the barrier of layered stones before it swerved back upright.

A nervous-looking man, the one you had seen over the wall, began to climb down the ladder, leaving the horn on the topmost platform. Once he reached the bottom, he made his way to your group which was now walking toward what you assumed was the camp Chris had mentioned.

He caught up and awkwardly waved at you. “Oh, hey! You must be new here. I’m Dwight. Dwight Fairfield.”

You put on a small smile and were about to give him your name when Chris cut you off, “We can make introductions later, Fairfield. She’s injured.”

Dwight’s eyes widened as he really took notice of you, the gnarly scab across your face, and the way Chris had to hold you to him to keep you standing. “O-oh, right. Yeah. Well, I’ll just tell the others you’re back, then.”

As you watched the man run up ahead and disappear into the tree line, you turned sharply to Chris. “What is wrong with you?”

He grit his teeth, not meeting your glower. “Look, you’re hurt and we have some things to take care of. We don’t have time to waste.”

You were about to badger him about why the time was so damn important, but were muted when you set foot in a clearing through the thicket.

Before you laid what must have been the “camp”.

It was anything but.

Surrounding the area was an array of different buildings, none of which seemed to correlate with each other. There were wooden cabins and tents scattered about, sure, but there were also shacks, suburban houses, a locked shed, a barn, an apartment building not unlike the one you stumbled upon last night, and what appeared to be a small medical facility.

To the left, near the barn and shed, was a large garden plot with various plants curling up out of the ground.

Back into the clearing, there were chairs and tables and even picnic benches that dotted the campsite, and smack in the middle of it all was a large fire pit. It had logs set around it in a half-circle, probably used as seats, with its flames licking up at the air.

The jumbled mix of structures was possibly the strangest thing you had witnessed so far, and that was saying a lot.

You tried to make sense of what you were looking at, completely awestruck, but were pulled from your thoughts as a large crowd of at least two dozen people began to form out in the open.

Not a single one of them looked familiar, and that made your heart sink as you thought about your fellow S.T.A.R.S. members. You hoped they were safe somewhere.

“Get anything good?” an older man asked as he stepped forward, wearing a suit jacket and jeans. He had sunglasses on and you were reminded of your captain.

Claire, Jill, and Rebecca emptied their backpacks, an assortment of canned goods and random items clanging as they hit the ground. Chris shrugged his off and passed it over for them to do the same.

“Not much this time around. We’ll have to make another supply run in a couple of days,” Jill told him.

The man nodded, a scowl of disappointment on his face, before he glanced up at you. “And who might you be?”

“That’s the new girl I told you about, Ace,” Dwight spoke up, shuffling through the large group to the front.

“I guess now that everyone’s here, I can introduce you, Lucky.” Chris motioned toward you before giving out your real name. The members of the crowd waved, nodded, or offered quiet greetings. Chris added, “I’m sure the rest of you will get acquainted soon enough.”

Some of the group dispersed while others moved to surround you as Chris helped you to a nearby chair. Rebecca kneeled beside you and set her medkit on the ground, quickly getting to work on the cut that adorned your dirty face. It stung as she rubbed it down gently with an alcohol wipe.

Chris stood to the side like some kind of guard dog. It would almost be funny if he wasn’t acting so strange.

“So this is the infamous Lucky.”

The accented voice belonged to a beautiful woman in tactical gear that was approaching you, her dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail. She had a tattoo on her upper left arm and a chunky beaded necklace resting against her chest. Her brown eyes bore into your own and you could feel a sense of curiosity and pity in her stare.

She strode forward in a confident gait and held her hand out for you, which you shook firmly in your own. “Chris has told me so much about you. You’re even prettier in person.”

She glanced at Chris with a sly grin and he only huffed in response. 

What is that about? you thought. Chris had never mentioned this woman before.

She returned her gaze to you. “I’m Sheva.”

“Carlos, but you can just call me ‘handsome’,” a tall man with shaggy hair and a short beard announced, displaying a shit-eating grin. 

He was leaning on Jill, who rolled her eyes and swatted at him good-naturedly. You were shocked by how close she let him get. The woman usually liked her space. Clearly, they knew each other.

“I’m Leon,” another man, young with dirty blonde hair and a pretty face, said. He wore an R.P.D. uniform, but you had never seen him in your life. Must have been a new hire.

A woman in a short red dress and tights stood a bit farther from the rest, as if she was only half-invested in the conversation.

“Ada,” she stated as she neared. Her head cocked to the side while she looked at you, as if trying to uncover all your secrets through your expression alone. “Welcome to the Entity’s realm.”

“The what now?” You flinched in pain as Rebecca pulled off your boot, applying pressure to your swollen ankle as she re-wrapped it with actual bandages in place of the dirty rag. She offered you an apologetic glance but continued to work.

“You didn’t tell her yet?” Sheva turned to Chris, her tone accusing.

You glared at him too. “He didn’t tell me anything.”

He let out a long-suffering sigh. “I was about to. Figured I’d at least give her a moment to get patched up.”

“This oughta be good,” Carlos quipped under his breath.

Rebecca tapped your leg to let you know she was finished and she backed away to stand with the others. Chris moved to the front of the chair and squatted before you, his large palm pressed to your knee. You only looked at him expectantly.

“As Ada said, we’re in what we call the ‘Entity’s realm',” he began. “Everyone here has been pulled from their world and we’re now trapped in this place.”

You glanced around at the people in front of you, and then beyond to the camp. So you were right. This was another world you had stumbled into. You met Chris’s gaze once more. “The fog, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And what exactly is the Entity?”

“We don’t really know what it is, but it’s powerful.”

“Powerful enough to control reality here,” Claire added with a lour. “And force us into trials.”

“Trials..?”

Chris winced. “Every day, around the same time, four of us are chosen to be put in trials. We’re taken to a place somewhat similar to the camp here, where we try to power up the exit gates by repairing generators in order to escape.”

“That’s it?” you asked, confused as to why everyone seemed so grim. The look on their faces made you dread the answer.

“No,” Ada interjected. “We have to escape through the exit gates while also being hunted by a psychopath. The one trying to kill us gets a weapon or some freakish powers, while we’re only allowed supplies like toolboxes or medkits. The goal is to survive.”

You’re taken aback. This couldn’t be real. She had to be lying to you, right?

“What is this, some kind of supernatural colosseum?" you uttered with a bitter laugh. “This is just a sick joke.”

Chris looked away from you before returning his gaze. He was so clearly exhausted, it made you want to wrap your arms around him and pull him into you. You refrained.

“I wish it was, Lucky,” he whispered, squeezing your knee.

You could only stare at your lap, your mind spinning with the sheer insanity of the situation. You had so many questions but weren’t sure where to start. Finally, you picked one and pulled your eyes up to the group.

“Why is the Entity doing this?”

“We’re not really sure,” answered Leon.

“But we have our theories,” Rebecca amended.

“Go on.”

Carlos stood upright and drew closer to you. “Well, the trials are every day, right? And they usually happen around sundown.”

“... Okay…”

“We think the entity sleeps during the day, or at least stays dormant,” Rebecca continued for him. “It stands to reason that–”

“That it’s mealtime,” Ada finished.

“Oh my god,” you murmured. “But why does it need trials? Why can’t it just eat us when it wants to and go on its way? I mean, we’re practically chickens sitting in a coop here, just waiting to be butchered, right? Why does it need someone to kill us for it?”

“We can’t say for sure, but we think it isn’t eating us in a physical sense,” Sheva replied.

“What are you saying?”

Leon explained, “We think it eats our fear. Or our negative emotions in general.”

“Then… then what happens to the bodies?”

“That’s the thing,” said Carlos. “We don’t actually die. Or, I guess, we don’t stay dead. Whether we survive the trial or not, we end up right back here.”

Your jaw was on the ground. Was this some kind of purgatory?

Or maybe hell.

“Is there only one killer, then?”

“Per trial, yes. But there’s a whole group of them just roaming the land. Why do you think we stay behind these walls?”

“The giant spiders,” you mumbled.

“So you had a run-in with one, I take it.” Carlos’s voice was light in tone, but you could tell there was no real humor in it.

“Yeah. Used all my ammo on it.” You thought about the previous night as you added, “And after it left me alone, I think I may have met one of the killers.”

“What’d they look like?”

“He wore a robe and a long pale mask. Had a voice modulator and a hunting knife. That’s where the cut came from. And I twisted my ankle running from him.”

“Ah, that would be Ghost Face.”

You raised a brow. “How original.”

“How’d you get away if you were injured?” Leon queried.

“Well, the first attempt I used my knife to stab him. For the second one, I pulled back this branch and let it go when he got close. It flung him into a tree and cracked his head open. I–I think I might have killed him.”

The group seemed stunned by your retelling.

“No one’s managed to down a killer before. At least not by themselves,” Carlos mused. “Death doesn’t really mean much here, though, so I’m sure we’ll see him again.”

Jill worried her lip as she looked at you. “Be careful during trials, Lucky. All the killers here are vicious, but he’s particularly nasty. He might have a vendetta against you after taking him out.”

You gulped, thinking about how he was about to plunge his knife right into you had you not injured him initially.

“Must be a lot of firsts. Every other survivor ended up here in the camp when the fog let up. But you were left out wandering in the middle of the night,” deliberated Carlos, his thick brows furrowed. “We sure she’s not a killer too?” 

Chris stood abruptly and shoved a finger into the other man’s chest so fast, it made you jump. “Don’t even think about it, Oliveira.”

Carlos scoffed and took a step back. “Hey, I’m just saying it’s weird, is all. No need to get so uptight about it. Yeesh.”

It was too late, though. The demeanors of those who didn’t know you seemed to shift.

Ada eyed you suspiciously. “What happened before the fog took you?”

“Uh, our team was searching for the other members of S.T.A.R.S. out in Raccoon Forest. We’d just landed and were heading toward their downed chopper when the fog rolled up. I tried calling for the others, but no one answered me. I just started running and ended up here.”

“Wasn’t your arm broken?” Leon asked.

How would he even know that?

You supposed one of the others must have mentioned it.

“Yeah, it was, but it somehow healed when I got here. I cut off my cast and tossed it back at the farmhouse. The one they found me in,” you told him, pointing to each person in the crew you had been a part of earlier.

Rebecca jumped in, “I saw it on the ground in the living room. She’s telling the truth.”

You gave her an appreciative nod.

Claire looked pissed. “What we’re not gonna do is start accusing her of shit. We’ve known her for years. She’s not capable of being a killer.”

Ada sneered, “No offense, but this little trio said the same thing about–”

“Enough,” Chris demanded, his jaw tight. He looked at his watch. “We have about half an hour before the next trial starts and we need to give her a rundown in case she’s picked. If it somehow turns out she’s a killer, we can cross that bridge when we get there. 'Til then, I don’t want any of you starting rumors, do I make myself clear?”

Carlos raised his hands up in defense, Leon let out a huff, and Ada rolled her eyes, but all three of them nodded in agreement.

“Good,” Chris said, turning back to you. “I think we need to give you a crash course on how to handle the trials, then.”

You nodded, still reeling from the argument that just took place, worried you’d be shunned from the camp and forced to survive in those terrifying woods crawling with things that wanted nothing more than to rip you apart.

The group, save for Ada, seemed to return to normal–or as normal as they could be in a place like this–and offered you tips and advice for how to deal with the trials.

They explained how the generators worked, how you could use pallets to buy yourself time during chases, and that you could vault over ledges or windows to escape being pursued. They also told you how the killers were supposed to put you on a meat hook to sacrifice you to the Entity but that they could end you themselves if they wanted.

It was a lot of information to take in at once, as well as just plain horrifying to consider, so you struggled to retain any of it.

Chris could see your mounting panic and placed a firm hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, Lucky. New survivors usually aren’t picked right away, and we’ll help you out when the time comes. For now, just try to stay calm.”

“Easier said than done,” you told him, digging your fingernails into your cuticles and ripping off the jagged pieces of skin. It wasn’t the best nervous habit to have; one Wesker always regarded with disgust. You felt a pang of concern at the thought of him.

“Hey, Chris?”

“Yeah?”

“What happened to the rest of the team? Are they okay?”

His face fell and he looked to Jill and Rebecca. The two women couldn’t meet your gaze.

“That’s right. You were brought here before…” The rest of the sentence died on his tongue, as if he couldn’t bring himself to tell you. You could feel a pit forming in your stomach, knowing that it wasn’t good news.

“Before what? What happened?!” you implored, grabbing the arm that had dropped from your shoulder.

As he opened his mouth to reply, you felt a sudden and agonizing tug in the back of your mind, as if something had hooked into your skull and was trying to drag you towards the campfire. Dazed by the intrusion, you looked up to find Chris sporting a similar pained expression. The others too.

He frowned. “I’ll tell you later. It’s time for the trial.”

You could feel yourself start to shake, completely unprepared for whatever was about to happen if you were chosen. Between your injury and being overwhelmed with new information, you knew it was unlikely your trial would go well.

At least I won’t die for good, you thought. It wasn’t as comforting as you hoped it would be.

The entirety of the camp slowly made their way to the center of the clearing, crowding around the fire. A few of the others brought a plethora of items and placed them on the ground. You assumed it was supplies for those who were taken.

The light of the sky was beginning to fade. It happened very quickly–much faster than any approaching nightfall you’d ever witnessed–and soon the world was plunged into darkness, save for the crackling fire and the lanterns that were sprinkled around the campsite.

Everyone stood silently for a few minutes. You swayed slightly on your hurt ankle, holding onto Chris for support. He looked down at you with sympathy alighting his handsome features and gently gripped your forearm in his large hand, squeezing it comfortingly.

You held your breath as you waited.

That torturous tension in your head suddenly broke like a snapped thread, and you heard a couple of the others groan in displeasure.

You almost sighed in relief, but knew that would be unkind.

Thank god it wasn’t me.

Four members of the large crowd stepped forward, Dwight the only one you had been properly introduced to, and sorted through the supplies on the ground. When they finished, a fog began to creep on the side of the fire that was devoid of log benches.

They said their farewells to the group–hugs, back pats, and well-wishes exchanged–and trudged into the black mist. It seemed to swallow them whole.

After a few moments, it dissipated as quickly as it came, and those chosen for the trial were gone.

Everyone remained quiet as they meandered around the clearing, but no one headed to the buildings or into the trees. You supposed they wanted to stick around until the trial ended.

Chris ushered you to sit on one of the logs, and you appreciated the fire’s warmth as you reached your trembling hands out toward it.

The two of you were silent as you stared into the dancing flames, a morose sort of feeling weighing down like a blanket over the whole encampment.

“How long does it take?” you asked in a hushed tone, turning to look at the man beside you.

“Anywhere from a few minutes to nearly twenty,” he replied, his voice low as he met your gaze.

“Oh,” was all you could manage, unsure of what else to say.

“I think the quickest return to camp was just under two minutes,” he mused. “And the longest was nearly an hour.”

“How come?”

“The faster the time, you can almost guarantee everyone was killed. Longer times usually indicate someone is giving the killer a hard time. Or the killer is toying with them. No trial has ever gone the same.”

“Do you guys… die often?” you ventured, unsure if it was an appropriate thing to even ask. But if you were trapped here like they were, you felt you should know what you were getting into.

He sighed and rubbed his chin. “More than we’d like.”

“At least we come back, right?” you offered, hopeful.

“Sure, it’s nice to know it’s not permanent, but it isn’t pleasant. Every death you experience, you come back… not quite right.” He caught the horrified look on your face and turned to you fully. “I’m sorry, I know that’s not comforting. But it’s something we just push through. We don’t really have a choice but to.”

“Jesus.”

Maybe you were all actually dead and this place really was hell.

But there were kids here, like Rebecca and Claire. Surely, they had done nothing to deserve being stuck in a place like this. You knew Chris and Jill didn’t. They’ve had to make some tough decisions, but they were good people. Heroes, even.

And you? You’ve fucked up in your life plenty of times, but you tried so very hard to be at least halfway decent. That must count for something, right?

So not hell. You had considered purgatory earlier, but that didn’t seem right, either.

Maybe you were in a coma and this was all just a drug-induced hallucination.

But what could have caused the coma in the first place? You didn’t recall hurting yourself before being nabbed by the fog.

Maybe I ran into a tree.

The thought almost caused a burst of laughter to erupt from your mouth, but you held it in.

This is fucking ridiculous.

About ten minutes passed when the first survivor appeared. The fog had rolled in fast and then withdrew immediately, like a black ocean wave. It revealed a woman wearing athletic clothes on the ground, unconscious.

“Meg!” another woman had cried, rushing to her side. Her glasses were perched atop her nose and her deep brown dreadlocks were pulled back into a loose ponytail.

Meg awoke with a gasp, grabbing her gut as she bolted upright.

“What happened?” the other woman asked.

Meg took a deep breath and stood. “It was one of the Legion. Stabbed me through instead of putting me on the hook, the bastard.”

“How were the others doing?”

“Not great, Claudette,” she told her. “Everyone was injured when I got downed.”

Claudette gave a sad nod and the two sat on the log farthest from you, talking quietly amongst themselves.

Chris let out a dispirited exhale at Meg’s words but said nothing. You knew he cared deeply for others. It was something he never really expressed, but you could see it in the way he acted; the way he looked at people.

Other than Jill, Rebecca, and Claire, you couldn’t imagine a better person to be trapped in this hell world with.

Eventually, the other survivors showed up from the fog, all of them except Dwight having been killed by the “Legion”, as they called them. You noticed that those who were killed sported no wounds despite the gruesome recounting of their deaths. However, Dwight had a nasty gash across his back, cut right through his shirt.

“Why’s he still injured?” you questioned Chris as the group reconvened.

“We try to make it through the trials alive, but any injury we sustain, we’re stuck with until it heals or we get killed in the next one. The only real perk of dying is being fully healed when you get back to camp. Though a particularly ugly death is something you still feel for a while, even if it is just psychological.”

“How… lovely.”

Chris chuckled, “I know, right? Anyway, dinner will be starting soon. You hungry?”

The confusion and anxiety of the day had made you forget just how long you’d gone without eating. Must have been over a day at that point.

As if in response, your stomach growled loudly and you winced. “Does that answer your question?”

He smiled down at you. “Well, it’s my turn to cook, so I’ll head to the kitchen.”

He jutted his chin towards the medical facility over your shoulder and you followed his gaze, presuming it had the biggest kitchen out of the surrounding buildings.

He turned back. “Will you be okay without me?”

“What do you take me for, Redfield? A child? I don’t know if you recall but I’m older than you by three years. I think I can handle hanging out with a few strangers.”

He rolled his eyes and shoved you playfully. “Alright, alright, I get it. You’re a big girl.”

“Damn straight.”

He laughed as he ruffled your hair. His brief air of lightheartedness faded suddenly as his hand fell to gently cup the unmarred side of your face. It was unexpected, but such a tender motion, you couldn’t help leaning into it.

His brown eyes softened as they met with yours, and you thought perhaps he would say something else. Instead, he only pulled away, heading for the nearby building.

You were left to your own devices.

You scanned the crowd of people milling about, wondering if you should start getting to know any of them, when someone plopped down beside you.

“Shit!” you yelped, jumping out of your skin. “You scared the hell out of me!”

You turned to find Carlos, who only chuckled at your response, “So sorry, chica, I didn’t mean to.”

You shook your head and smiled. “It’s fine. Though I’m surprised you want to talk to me. Didn’t you think I was a killer or something?”

He sighed. “That’s actually why I’m over here. I wanted to say I’m sorry for implying you weren’t one of us. I just thought your situation was weird. But I found out from Jake that you’re not the only survivor who got dumped outside the camp by the fog. It’s just a rarity. So yeah, I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me for being suspicious. This place can make you a little jaded.”

“No, I totally get it. I would probably feel the same way. So no harm, no foul. I’m just glad I wasn’t kicked out or burned at the stake or something,” you replied with a giggle.

“Oh jeez, we would never do that,” he said before patting you on the back. “And thanks for accepting my apology. Jill would have reamed my ass if you hadn’t.”

Leon sidled up to you on your other side, offering you a tin mug of water, which you took gratefully. You were as dehydrated as you were hungry.

“For the record, I’m sorry too. If Claire trusts you, so do I,” he told you, looking like a kicked puppy.

You laughed and had to stop yourself from tousling his perfect hair. “You, too, are forgiven, kiddo.”

“Thanks,” he replied with a boyish grin. It reminded you of your brother, the thought making you suddenly homesick.

After drinking from the mug a little too quickly and almost choking, you glanced between the two men thoughtfully. You had some questions you wanted answered and you figured now would be your time.

“So, Carlos,” you started, “how do you and Jill know each other so well? I’d say she and I are pretty close, but she’s never mentioned you before. And Leon, how do you know Claire?”

Carlos clicked his tongue in thought. “Ah, that’s a tricky one. It’s a little hard to explain, but everyone here is pulled from different worlds and time periods. You were taken by the Entity in July of 1998. I was taken in September. So was Jill.”

“And so were me and Claire,” Leon added.

You felt like you were given whiplash. “Let me get this straight… The four of you were taken in September, two months after I was? Do you know how insane that sounds?”

“Oh, we know it. But what can you expect from a place like this? Nothing can be normal or sane. Not even us, after a while,” Carlos replied, sweeping his hand out to the surrounding survivors.

“What about Chris and Rebecca?”

The bearded man pondered it for a moment. “I think Rebecca got taken the night before you did. Chris, I’m not fully sure. I think a few years after us. Right, Leon?”

“Two-thousand-three. That’s what he told Claire.”

“And the other two women? Sheva and Ada? They seemed to know you guys too.”

“Sheva is from, like, a decade ahead of us. Apparently, she and Chris were partners, though the Chris we know hasn’t met her yet,” Carlos responded.

Leon supplemented, “I met Ada before I was taken, but this Ada’s from after that point. She never directly told me what year, but probably sometime after Chris.”

God, this is a lot to take in.

“So if you guys are from the future, why were you here before me? How long have you been here?”

The two men shared a look, and Carlos spoke first, “Time just works a little differently here. Sheva and I have been here a few months. Chris and Claire, a bit longer. Ada and Rebecca, about a week.”

“Jill and I were taken roughly a year ago,” Leon expanded.

You shook your head, bewildered. “And you mentioned some of the other survivors are from different worlds? Like, different universes?”

“That’s the assumption, yeah. We all tried to line up our worlds’ history and current events, and a lot of us have completely different answers. Several of us are from the same place, though there are others who came alone. Well, alone as survivors. Some of us showed up at the same time as a killer we know personally. Adds just a bit more flavor for the Entity, I guess,” Carlos explained.

“Okay, I think that’s enough of that. I’m starting to get a headache just trying to make sense of it all,” you told them, scratching your scalp.

“Any more questions that are less of a mindfuck, then?” Carlos asked with a laugh.

“Hmm,” you thought aloud, “I am curious about why you have an R.P.D. uniform on, Leon. I assume you joined later on?”

He sighed. “I actually never got a chance. My first day on the job was when everything in Raccoon City went to shit.”

“Went to shit? In what way?”

Carlos pulled a face. “I think it’s best if we let Chris handle that conversation. Let’s just say a lot happened after the Entity snatched you up.”

Getting information kept from you again annoyed you, but you let it slide. Chris did promise he’d tell you later. You would hold it to him.

“If you’re done with your questions, I got one for you,” proposed Carlos.

“Oh? Well, go ahead.”

“Your friends call you Lucky a lot.”

“That’s not a question but yeah. It’s a nickname Chris gave me.”

“Well, are you? Lucky, I mean.”

You scoffed. Guess it was time to rehash some old wounds. Literally.

“He started calling me Lucky because, in his words, I was ‘lucky to get out by the skin of my teeth’ when a mission went south a couple months ago. It’s a long story.”

Leon looked around the encampment, Chris and another survivor only just now hanging what you assumed was a pot of soup or stew over the fire. “Looks like we have the time.”

You sighed heavily. “Where to even start…”

***

May 22, 1998; Clifton Textile Mill

You and your partner, Joseph, had just arrived at the abandoned mill after tailing the suspected domestic terrorist, Tristan Maxwell, for the last few hours.

S.T.A.R.S. had been put on the case when the man had threatened to bomb Mayor Warren’s home if he didn’t sign off on certain legislation he wanted to be passed in Raccoon City.

Fortunately, he gave the mayor a week to follow his demands, allowing your team the time to track him down and neutralize him in any way deemed necessary.

You had never killed anyone in the entire ten years you had been in law enforcement, so you were unsure of why Wesker would send you on this particular mission. But you would do your job, no matter what. You weren’t about to disappoint the captain.

You radioed in as you watched the suspect enter the mill from your unmarked van, hidden behind a building next door.

You were picking at your cuticles and Joseph noticed.

“Nervous, I take it?” he asked, amused.

You scowled. “I’m fine.”

“You know, you could just let me handle this. We might have to take him out, and I know that’s not something you’ve done.”

“I appreciate that, Frost. But if it’s required of me, I’m gonna do it.”

You could see the look of pity on his face, and he acted like he was about to say something else when Wesker's voice came over the radio, “Backup is on the way. Proceed with caution. Over.”

“Copy that,” Joseph replied before turning to you. “You ready to rock?”

You rolled your eyes. “Let’s just get this over with.”

The two of you quickly made your way to the old mill, pressing up on either side of the back entrance with your guns at the ready. You nodded to each other and Joseph rushed in, you trailing close behind him.

You walked for quite some time, the large building almost labyrinthine in structure.

But then you saw movement to your right, behind one of the machines.

“R.P.D.! Come out with your hands up!” you shouted, pointing your firearm towards it.

It was silent for a moment when a voice called out, “The mayor made a mistake sending you after me. He’s gonna regret that.”

“Or how about you come out of hiding, Maxwell? This might get real ugly for you if you don’t give it up,” Joseph told him.

“Give it up?” You heard a laugh echo through the cavernous room. “I don’t think I will.”

“Then I guess we’re coming for you,” you threatened, turning the corner. He wasn’t there.

“Not if I get you first.”

It was the only warning you had before shots rang out, ricocheting off the machine next to you.

You and Joseph ducked, finding shelter behind a half wall as the man unloaded his clip in your general direction. You heard the click of his gun being emptied of bullets and a curse under his breath before he took off running deeper into the mill.

Joseph radioed the captain, “We have shots fired. The perp made a run for it. Over.”

“Wait for backup. Over,” Wesker replied.

You groaned in frustration. “Captain, he’s getting away and he's out of ammo. Permission to pursue. Over.”

“Permission denied. I said to wait for backup. Do not make me repeat myself again. Over.”

You turned to Joseph. “It’s going to take too long for them to get here. He’ll be gone. Let’s get him!”

“No, Captain’s right, it’s better to wait for them. We don’t know if he has more weapons or accomplices. We need to stay here.”

You paused a beat, glancing over the wall towards where Maxwell escaped, weighing your options. It could be dangerous going it alone, but the perp escaping seemed like more of a con to you.

“Fuck it, I’m going after him,” you said finally, leaping over the wall and sprinting in the direction Maxwell had left from.

“Come back here!” Joseph bellowed.

You ignored him and kept running, even as he called your name.

After a few moments, you entered a side door that slammed behind you, Joseph’s voice fading with every step.

If Maxwell didn’t leave, he would have to be here somewhere.

You made your way swiftly through the mill, checking every room as you passed. Not a trace.

Eventually, you made it to the basement, the large area dark despite the light filtering in from the high windows. You slowed your pace, trying to make out if there was a person in the shadows around you.

You reached the back wall, which held nothing but a double door. The narrow glass panes set into it revealed a staircase on the other side, likely leading to the opposite part of the building from where you entered. You tried to pull it open, but it was chained shut from the outside.

If he couldn’t get out this way, then where was he?

You felt a sudden force crash into you, Maxwell throwing his entire weight into knocking you down.

You hit the floor hard, your gun flying out of your hand and landing somewhere in the dark, your head smacking against the concrete with a painful thunk.

“If you think I’m just gonna give up now, after everything, you have another thing coming,” the man growled above you. He tried to strangle you with his bare hands, but you broke his grip when you clawed at his face.

He howled in pain and you flipped the two of you over, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and punching him in the mouth.

He attempted to reach for you again, but you easily slipped your combat knife from its sheath and held the sharp blade to his throat. “Nice try.”

To your dismay, he only smiled up at you, teeth slick with his own blood. “I still have the remote detonator, Officer. If you don’t let me go, you can kiss your precious mayor goodbye.”

You looked over at his hand, held out away from you, gripping a small device firmly in his thick fingers.

“The mayor and his family were evacuated from their home. There’s no one to blow up,” you scoffed, calling his bluff.

“Oh, it wasn’t the house that was rigged, Officer,” he said, thumb caressing the button ever-so-lightly. “It was his briefcase.”

Your eyes widened at his words, realizing that if he detonated the bomb, it could not only kill the mayor and his family, but take out half the hotel he was staying at too.

How should I play this?

If you tried to reach for the detonator, he could easily hit the button or use the movement to flip you over again. If you just stabbed him, he’d still have time to press it.

You knew what you had to do.

“Fine,” you conceded, pulling your knife from his throat and getting up. “You win.”

“Smart girl,” he replied smugly as he stood. “Your cooperation will be noted when–”

You didn't give him the chance to finish his sentence, slicing the arm that held the detonator, quick as lightning.

He screamed as it fell to the floor and you knocked it away with your shoe, sliding it under the boiler nearby.

Relieved that you disarmed him, you didn’t realize fast enough that he swung his fist at your head, striking you as hard as he could. “You little bitch, I’ll fucking kill you!”

Dazed from the first blow, you didn’t have the time or wherewithal to brace yourself as he repeatedly battered every part of your body he could reach. He yanked the knife out of your hand when you tried to clumsily slash him with it again and tossed it somewhere near your gun.

He then reared back and kicked you in the gut, sending you sprawling to the floor.

He stood over you, but you could barely see him with the swelling of one of your eyes and the blood that seeped from your scalp into the other.

You groaned when he pressed on your forearm with his boot, pawing desperately at it as he applied more and more pressure. “All you fucking pigs think you’re so much better than the rest of us. The truth is, you’re nothing but a moron with a gun. I’m gonna have so much fun breaking you apart!”

With that he leaned down and seized your wrist in both hands, wrenching your forearm up against the full weight of his foot.

Your own screams echoed in the empty basement, drowning out the sound of your radius and ulna snapping in half.

All you could see through the haze was the pool of blood forming beneath your arm as he stepped back to admire his work. “Ooh, that’s a nasty break. But don’t worry, little pig. What I’m about to do is gonna hurt so much worse.”

You whimpered and he circled towards your head, planting his bloodied boot right on your face.

He was going to kill you.

You were going to die here, in agony, alone in a dirty, abandoned basement after defying direct orders from your captain.

“I don’t want to die…” you cried, your voice muffled by the rubber sole pressed firmly against your lips.

“Oh, you poor thing. Don’t worry, you won’t feel it after the third or fourth blow.”

You closed your burning eyes tightly, tears and blood streaming into your ears, bracing yourself for what was about to come.

He lifted his foot to stomp down with all his might onto your skull.

Then suddenly, there was a thundering bang, deafening in the enclosed space.

Your ears were ringing as you felt a hot, sticky liquid and chunks of… something… splash onto your face. The shadow of the man above you shifted and then disappeared completely before his body hit the floor.

A presence kneeled beside you, pulling you into their arms before lifting you up in the air. The movement jostled your broken arm, and you could feel the sharp bones as they lanced through your skin. You shrieked in pain.

“Hey now, I got you. I got you,” you heard a familiar voice say.

“Ch-Chris?” you choked out.

“Yeah, it’s me. I’m getting you out of here. Everything will be fine.”

As you began to fade out of consciousness, you heard him say one last thing under his breath:

“Lucky fucking girl.”

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hey! was wondering if you accept requests...if you don't, i am sorry and please ignore it!

if you do, can u write some headcanons for the usual characters you do (leon, chris, piers, ada and wesker i think, hope i didn't forgot any) about having an clingy reader?

i really liked you pet names hcs and the way you write them! keep going!! 🤍

Foshfigaodjams thank you so much that really means a lot Pairings; Leon x reader, Ada x reader, Wesker x reader, Piers x reader Gender Neutral! One use of “shit” in Piers’ part No Chris because I don’t write for him, sorry!

Leon; -Honestly I think he loves it if his S/O is clingy, especially if it means he gets held -I’ve mentioned before that I think Leon’s go-to grounding method is some form of physical touch, moreso since RE6, so having a clingy S/O that stays close to and/or holds him close often would be really good for him -That said, he’d probably also need some time for himself after a particularly gruesome mission, but he’ll be up for cuddles after a nice, refreshing shower

Ada; -Some say she’s not the affectionate type, however I wholeheartedly disagree -Once she finds someone she truly likes, she wants them to be close to her as often as possible without being entirely co-dependant on each other, largely because of the job she has and the danger that comes with it, but also because it’s been a long time since she’s been so comfortable and at-ease with another human that truly cares for her -So she likes having a clingy S/O quite a lot -Also coming home to a friendly face after a hard week’s work is the best feeling in the world, even better when you can curl up in a blanket together and just relax

Wesker; -As you may suspect, Wesker isn’t the most affectionate guy in the world -Sure, he won’t say no to cuddles behind closed doors, but in more public areas he’s a bit iffy with his S/O being constantly around him -I mean he loves that he knows where they are and is comforted by the fact that they love him despite his past, but at the same time he needs to maintain his scary Total World Domination vibe and having your partner constantly around you kinda lowers that, y’know? -Having said that, I think he would still like having a clingy S/O because being around them gives him strength in trying times (like listening to weird old guys trying to scam him out of a perfectly usable B.O.W.)

Piers; -Dog boy arf arf, he’s also kinda clingy so having an S/O that’s similar to him affection wise is great -I’ll be honest, I don’t have much else for him other than the fact that he loves spending time with his S/O, both in public and at home, so even if they just want to be in the same room as him quite often, he’s gonna be alright with that -In a previous post I mentioned that he could probably cook with his S/O holding onto him koala style, since cooking is one of his favourite things to do with his partner and if they can’t cook for shit then he’s happy to do the work while they watch

- Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed! As always I have been Geas and you, my friend, have been awesome. It’s not my place to decide your worth but believe me when I say that you are important and that there are people out there that care about you. -

[mynameisjag]

Another Baby!Ethan and Dad!Wesker because my other WIP don't fit the mood I'm in. Inspired by @sjjdkdkwo

"No."

"Good evening, Valentine, is there a reason why you just stormed into my office and yelled no at me?"

He didn't even bother looking up from his paperwork as he addressed her, the curse of all jobs...if he wasn't so persistent over looking over every small detail, he would assign someone else to do this.

"Came in here to see what Chris was going on about because I don't believe him and I still don't."

"Believe him about what exactly?"

"That!"

He followed her dramatic pointing to a young child surrounded by papers he was heavily focused on, looking much like a smaller copy of the S.T.A.R.S leader but looking much happier with his paperwork.

"...Ethan?"

Hearing his name, said child glanced over at them, smiling and giving a shy wave before going back to his papers.

"His usual sitter was busy for the day," meaning testing in the labs was too dangerous for a kid going through 'must touch everything' stage, no matter how well behaved and drilled into his head about proper safety measures...he was still too curious to take the chance.

"You don't have a kid."

"I'm pretty sure I do. He is, afterall, sitting right there."

"You're married?"

"...no? Are you proposing?"

"...no...why would I?"

"Why would you ask if I was married?"

There is a quick look of confusion as she glances back and forth from him to Ethan, "It usually takes two to make a kid..."

"Valentine, I know you understand reproduction, why are you confused over this?"

"I'm confused over how you managed to get someone to agree to let you have a kid?"

"I have been a wonderful parental figure toward Ethan," granted there were some issues dealing with concerns about having a child around unstable...equipment...

"Didn't say you weren't..."

"Why is Redfield upset over me having a child, given my age is it really a surprise I have one?"

"No one here believes you and Barry are the same age, also you know exactly why Chris is upset."

"Is Chris the big scary man?", both adults turned toward Ethan, the poor child looked very concerned as he glanced between the two, hands fiddling with the crayon in his hands, "he looks mean."

Strange, he had no issues with some of the bioweapons in the lab that were large and had somewhat of an intelligence...then again he has seen and been around them for most of his life...Chris was a new unknown to him.

Jill was just trying to figure out how anyone could think Chris was scary and seemed to remember, oh, yeah, child before making her voice gentle as she focused on the kid, "He's not mean...got somewhat of an ugly mug when he's upset or in deep thought but not mean. Why do you think he is mean?"

Ethan just shrugged, keeping his eyes on his crayon instead of looking at the adults.

"Ethan, how do we handle situations that confuse us?"

"Step back, take notes and treat it like one of my math problems."

Jill blinked at both of them, confusion obvious, "Math problems?"

Simple term really, but Wesker wasn't in the mood to explain that his child enjoyed helping the Birkins with intricate formulas and not the 'guess what 3 x 2 is' kinda of math she was thinking of. Honestly, the other two tend to use Ethan like a sound board, answering their own questions but still thanking the child for helping anyway.

He got attention and freelance tutoring simply by just being there.

"He enjoys it."

"I do!"

"...that's really weird..."

"I enjoyed such things when I was younger as well."

"Yeah, well, you're a lizard person in disguise...but it figures your kid would follow in your footsteps..."

"...lizard person...really...", Wesker just shakes his head before refocusing on his son, "Do you want to discuss what makes you upset about Chris?"

"...he makes these really weird faces around you, dad, is he mad with you?"

Given the younger man's inability to hide his feelings and given what feelings he was trying to hide, he usually ended up looking upset because the only mask that worked was unfortunately as Vickers described, 'Bitch Face.'

"...no...he's not mad...that's just how his face is..."

"Oh...so he isn't mad?"

"No, disappointed in a reality that doesn't exist but not mad..."

There's a knock on the office door before the subject of their conversation came in, pausing at the way everybody was now staring at him.

"Umm...hi?"

Sweet little Ethan, his ball of sunshine in the dreary labs, actually perked up seeing the brunette, smiling brightly and waving happily, he cheerfully let out, "Hi, Mr. Redfield! I'm sorry your face is the way it is!"

Wesker could see Ethan's concern now as Chris's face did quick shifts from concerned, upset, confused and slightly offended before settling on his Bitch Face.

The man desperately needed lessons in schooling his features, he was too easy to read.

"...what's wrong with my face?"

The only response was Jill laughing...

[arklay]

1, 2, 8, 12, 33, 34 + diana/wesker 👁️👁️<3

1. how do they fall asleep? wake up? any daily rituals?

omg daily rituals and routines... they have so many. they both wake up really early, like before the sun comes up. she's definitely more of a deeper sleeper than he is so actually waking up takes her a bit, and it's almost always to him kissing her shoulder or wrapping his arms around her waist to hold her – when they actually sleep they don't really cuddle cause either one of them gets hot or really uncomfortable lmao but as soon as they wake up there are smooches of course. then like they both have their showers, make the bed, have breakfast, whatever, but diana will put on very minimal makeup and do her hair all neat, also her like putting on her jewellery and perfume is a bit of a ritual in and of itself. he of course is over there styling his hair... for some reason my brain keeps going that he uses pomade, but honestly just whatever product he uses, he makes sure that's perfect. night-time is where i think there's more routines there because in the morning it's just like his days are always something different while she just heads into the lab, but at night they are both coming home to relax

i think that he actually has like another shower at night also because just likes to be clean before bed, and he doesn't wash his hair (cause he would kill it lmao) but he rinses it out, just cause i feel like he uses a water-based pomade because he would get very oughgh about oil-based one's residue getting on his pillowcase or building up in his hair. but diana has a little skincare routine going on, not like a wild 10 step one or anything, but has to take her makeup off and cleanse and moisturise and stuff, and you know... being from australia, a lot of emphasis on protecting her skin always. but yeah they sometimes read before bed too, either their own book each or sometimes she'll just lean against his side as he reads, but then it's sleep time. these are the things that kind of stay constant all the time, but obviously the time they go to bed and the amount of sleep they need changes when they're infected, because they don't need as much then

2. how's their team work? do they share well?

already answered!

8. what do they like best about their partner?

already answered!

12. is there a wedding? what was the proposal like? any kind of honeymoon?

SO they weren't originally going to have any sort of big ceremony, because the idea of marriage was already kind of a weird one for them both – he had never really wanted it before waking up one day and thinking yeah i want to call her my wife, and she was very uneasy about getting married again after her last marriage – and they also just thought they wouldn't have the time with their work to plan such a thing, but they still kinda did... they actually got married in secret with just like signing it off legally with a celebrant then they exchanged their personalised vows in private, but alex actually found out and was like omg and you didn't tell me?? partly joking. but they end up actually having like technically a vow renewal ceremony(?) a few months later because alex was honestly just teasing him a bit about not going above and beyond for her, and that she deserves a proper ceremony and a dress and all that, mainly just taking playful jabs at him, but still, like she obviously didn't know why diana just didn't really care for weddings and such, even though it really was a special moment for her with him, just at the time she still had so much negative connotation with anything relating to marriage...

you know that meme from the office that's like jim holding up a ring and he says "got it a week after we started dating" cause like. yeah. not far off to be honest. like i mean we all know they were actually kind of together for over a year (and a half? and he was obsessed from her like very early on), but i mean once he finally tells her he loves her after denying it for that long he starts thinking about just asking her... they already live together, they've technically been together for so long, they have this strange connection he hasn't really felt before. and it's weird. cause he was always so sure he'd never ask someone to marry him, that it wasn't his thing... it's the "i never wanted to get married and considered it pointless, but i want it with you" for me

but okay, proposal, i mean i already screamed about this to you, but after a few months and designing a ring down to the finest details (which by the way, not a typical diamond ring), he asks her while they're out on a little date. they had gone to a restaurant near the park, then just stopped by for a night-time stroll because diana loves the woodland path. when they're heading back over the bridge at the pond, diana notices him fiddling with something in his pocket with the hand that's not holding her own but she doesn't really put much thought into it. then when she thinks they're going to leave, he pulls her over to one of the benches before she like notices him get a little nervous. like not nervous as in what you'd expect from anyone else, but he's a bit off which she can just pick up on. then he doesn't ask her to marry him. he asks if she would spend the rest of her life with him. because it's not even about getting married or a wedding, like it's a promise of just complete and utter devotion that he's felt for so long but hasn't really known how to show her in words. and they had never put a label on their relationship, even after they said they loved each other. so it's like a very big deal in a lot of ways i guess. idk i could ramble about this forever cause there's a lot of lore so i'll stop for now. that's the bare-bones of it

i still have absolutely no idea what they do for their honeymoon. they don't have one right after or even close to after they get married because neither of them really thought about it, and they were both just so busy with their work. then of course everything happens with her uh being almost killed because of suspicions of her position within umbrella... and then shortly after she's recovered from that, everything with the mansion goes down. with the idea of them getting away from umbrella and the city, like they figure they can have one then but i'm not sure when exactly... i think probably the year after, because of course work never stops with them going back to her company and him settling in there and becoming an agent then what happens with the outbreak, before him later being in h.c.f. like there's a lot going on. but i think it would be really chill, maybe her taking him back to australia just for a little visit...

33. what kind of presents do they get each other? do they only do it on special occasions?

already answered!

34. do they have any pets?

so they never had any pets until after the volcano because they just never had time to look after one, and they still didn't really with my canon but it was easier given the circumstance. they get a little cerberus guy because apparently umbrella corps were able to get some of them from an outbreak with the tricell headquarters, probably for tests or the experiment. but i had the idea that one of the dogs just maybe had retained some of its intelligence more than the others, and didn't just attack on instinct. well, it did, but not with these two. when diana actually went and looked at the dogs, this one was very calm with her and actually took orders from her, then with him also, and it was to do with the viruses in them both. and just recently found out (thanks to @ossanonsen) that in the umbrella chronicles novelisations he actually has a physical link with some b.o.w.s. and can control them... so um. it works. also they don't have to worry about forgetting to feed this guy, diana can just give him some scraps of her experiments <3

send me a ship and a number and i'll tell you!

[being-worthy]

Sunday Home Cinema: Army of the Dead!!

I haven't done one of these reviews in a long time (thanks to Covid-19 ¬¬) but I'm glad this film was the one to get me back in doing these reviews.

Honestly, I found out about the film about two weeks ago when I clicked on it on YouTube out of curiosity. It looked good and I'm an all big fan of zombie films and series and every zombie-themed film/series, even if it's extremely bad made (e.g. Z Nation but it's so funny to watch).

Sorry for any mistakes or things that make not much sense but I'm writing this at 2.30am and I just wanted to write this down while it's still fresh (I might review it later on if I feel like it).

> SPOILER ALERT AHEAD!! <

Apparently, Zack Snyder's Army of the Dead (here's the trailer), which can be watched on Netflix, is the prequel of Dawn of the Dead from 2004 also directed by him, which was a remake of the George A. Romero classic. I've got a hard time seeing this due to the zombies being so different but well, let's just roll with it.

Scott Ward (played by Dave Bautista) is offered/hired for $50 million by Bly Tanaka (villain/businessman played by Hiroyuki Sanada) to break into a walled Las Vegas after it was overrun by a zombie outbreak starting at the outskirts of the city with patient zero aka alpha zombie Zeus (more to the different zombie types later on) to "apparently" retrieve $200 million that is stashed in a safe at the casino's basement. Basically, it's like Ocean's Eleven but with zombies giving the film a nice touch.

I knew from the moment Tanaka offered Scott this job that there was going to be more to it. Why else would a stinking rich guy like Tanaka need to have a group to retrieve some money when: a. the insurance paid him some of that money back. I know he mentions he can't use it but come on, people like him know how to find either a way around whatever rule there might be or even wash it. And b. he looks like a guy who understands how business works and is well off, so you're telling me he wants to send a group there just for $200 million? B*tch please, I'm sure that's just petty cash to him, and there's surely more to it, especially after one of his goons (Martin) "invites" himself to tag along with the group to "make sure" they get the job done.

If I was offered that kind of money to go to a completely sealed city ruled by zombies, I wouldn't accept it no matter how bad my situation might be. The probability that something might go sideways is too high not to mention the risk that the virus spreads out to the rest of the world, I wouldn’t be able to live with that on my conscience.

In order to pull off this heist Scott assembles a team for the mission:

Vanderohe, the tank and chainsaw man. There'll be a little paragraph for him since his fate doesn't make entirely sense to me.

Marianne Peters, the pilot.

Maria Cruz, the mechanic.

Kate Ward, a volunteer in the quarantine zone. She's Scott's daughter and the only (human) survivor in the film.

Geeta, the mother. She ventures into the zombie-infested Vegas to find money in order to pay for safe passage out of the quarantine zone for herself and her children. I believe she dies in the helicopter crash but we don't see her body, so she might be alive somewhat?

Ludwig Dieter, the thief/safe expert, and I love how he questions everything lol!

Lilly "The Coyote", "the one who knows her stuff" aka zombie expert. Somehow interesting that she's got a conscience/good heart.

Martin, the inside man, and Bly Tanaka's right hand and got the death he deserved by kitten Valentine.

Mikey Guzman, the Sharpshooter and a YouTuber.

Chambers, the muscles and Guzman's sidekick (sort of). Her death was very predictable and her own fault! Girl, why the hell would you tell Martin that you don't trust him directly to his face?! That's such a rookie mistake!!

Burt Cummings, also the muscle for like 5 minutes before turning into the bait/bargain chip for a "deal" with the zombies in order to pass their territory. Overall, he's just a big jerk.

We see the first five people are survivors of the outbreak when Vegas was "freshly" being overrun by zombies and barely made it out of the city before it was completely sealed off. The rest of them are new characters. Almost none of them have any deep character story/feeling/development, most of them are quite plain and you don't care whether they survive or not. I've got also a hard time seeing any father-daughter relationship between Scott and Kate. I get that they haven't talked to each other since Scott had to put down Kate's mother after she got turned into a zombie but if I hadn’t seen the beginning I'd say they're just two strangers who met during the outbreak and he saved her at some point.

I very much like the fact that they introduce different types of zombies! On one hand, we've got the standard zombies aka shamblers who move slowly and are dead if you blow their brains out and if they bite you you become a shambler too. Then, there are the alphas who are fast (so fast that they can dodge bullets), they can also think, take orders, and are very organised. If you're bitten by one you become an alpha too but they also die if they're shot in the head which is easier said than done! We've also got a zombie horse, that's more bone than anything else, and a big tiger kitten called Valentine who used to be part of Siegfried & Roy's show (which also throws in the question, during which year is this movie set? They've both already passed away and they haven’t been retired from the entertainment world for a while before they passed away, and we see Tanaka carrying a modern mobile, so it must be during the past 2-3 our years.)

Their leader is patient zero aka Zeus who we see at the beginning being transported by a convoy of soldiers from Area 51 to somewhere else but never makes it there because he breaks free due to part of the convoy crashing into a car of a recent married (while the guy gets a blowjob and doesn’t watch the road!). He also takes the Bride as his queen (later on she's beheaded and her head still alive), who we see to be pregnant!! HOLY COW!! This throws in sooo many questions! For instance, how do zombies reproduce? The same way as we humans? What will the baby look like? Full zombie? A hybrid, half-human half-zombie? What power would they have? Do I even want to know or see this? Probably. Probably not. How many times did I wish they'd have introduced something like this in TWD (before I stopped watching it). At some point the virus that makes people zombies is supposed to mutate, every virus mutates at some point. We did already see a zombie baby in Dawn of the Dead but that was different since the woman was already in the late stages of pregnancy when she got bit. This one was one that was produced from zombie sex. I’ve got a feeling that their sex must be quite violent to say the least. Also, they way how the care for each other, especially Zeus for his Bride and child and seeks vengeance for both their deaths showing they’re capable of feeling and caring for their people. Maybe, just maybe want to find a way to survive without having to turn people but I think they’ll still need humans as a source of food. I don’t think they’re capable to live from eating normal food.

I've to make a special mention about Vanderohe. Besides, the fact that he's very attractive, there are a few things that don't make entirely sense to me.

He survives the nuclear blast of Las Vegas since he was looked inside the safe, which I can see being possible but (a little more possible than Indiana Jones seeking shelter in an old-fashioned fridge from a nuclear blast in Indiana Jones and Kingdom of Crystal Skull)... the whole city was nuked! And I mean big smoke of mushroom nuke! So, shouldn't the place, I don't know, be radioactive or something like that? And shouldn’t he find the nearest decontamination shower? Furthermore, it doesn't make sense that he gets infected, i.e. bitten. He gets into a fight with Zeus while they're in front of the safe and I watched that part several times and in slow motion too and we don't see Zeus bit him. There's one time where Zeus almost bites him but his teeth don't end up sinking into the flesh. He has Van in his hold, dislocates his right shoulder, and almost bites him there but only almost! In that same moment, Dieter hits Zeus in the head and pulls Van into the safe closing the door behind him (and most likely gets killed/turned by Zeus). I repeat there's no "visible" scene of Van being bitten by Zeus or any other zombie in another scene. So, where the f*ck did he get the bite and from who? I've also read that there's a theory of Van being immune because he's not turning as quick as the soldiers at the beginning of the movie when Zeus escapes the convoy (he still might be able to infect others though). He starts to feel lightheaded/dizzy and his body feels cold to the touch on the plane, and around the bite we see the veins turning black but that's it.

As much as I love the concept of the movie, it's very predictable as well as easy to figure out who makes it out alive and who makes it out the other kind of "alive" and it also reminded me a bit of Resident Evil (the first film was good and the rest just a waste). Tanaka wanting a fresh sample of an Alpha to make a virus that enables him to create an army of zombies he can control and take over the world. He could be Wesker's twin and his company the equivalent of the Umbrella Corporation. It's worth to watch but it doesn't compare to other zombie films such as 28 Days Later or even Dawn of the Dead (the classic and newer version), and many others.

[sapphire-weapon]

So like, I have a very different opinion about the new direction Ada may be taking. To clarify, I know it's RE and I should never expect masterfully skilled story telling and I also don't want to stir the Ada pot, lol. Just had something niggling at me and was wondering if anybody out there can see where I'm coming from or give their explanation as to WHY I'm wrong, because I absolutely could be, but disagree like a normal and rational adult (very uncommon RE fandom occurrence /j).

In a nutshell, her arc is just fucking stupid. Is it better than OG? Yes, because the original practically just doesn't have one *shrug*, but the new direction just makes her so incredibly unlikeable and a bit cringe worthy. The whole "well I didn't THINK about the massive consequences of my actions until now honestly" trope... dude she's like thirty years old. "Oh, this guy was kind over half a decade ago and planted a seed in my brain, despite the fact I'm already a grown woman". The comparison to Ashley and Leon and what could've been. Blah, blah.... it's still incredibly sexist. It just is. My problem isn't that "Ada's mean", it's the fact that they're writing her almost infantile with how she thinks. There are plenty of other women in RE who've been through shit, had their arcs and did their thing in a way that kept their own agency. That's the part that matters, but remake Ada still hasn't quite gotten there. I think, in the long term, they WANT to make her into something that resembles a human, but it just slightly misses the mark still. She's incredibly selfish, that's fine, but her reasoning for change and introspection is headache inducing and doesn't make much sense. "I'll actively partake in terrorism for profit because I'm just that gal, y'know? I was born a femme fatale baby... but... what do you mean I could've had a romance? People I KNOW might also be impacted? Nevermind, now I'll consider why this might be bad." Dude..... come on.....

My very, very unpopular take... if this is seriously the line of thought they want to keep for her, I would rather she be killed off, and I say that as someone who ironically actually likes her and WANTS a decent story. Better to have Leon experience some forgiveness arc bullshit or whatever than have to painfully sit through another entire story of a grown woman with the reasoning skills of a preteen.

Again, I know this'll probably garner vitriol, I'm just curious to hear why I may be just approaching this the wrong way. I will admit I have knee jerk reactions to sexism, so I could very much just have a clouded vision of the potential that IS there and misinterpreting what I'm seeing in the first place *shrug*. What are your thoughts? Can you at least make sense of why I feel the way I do about this particular aspect of the game?

Your analysis is flawed for one very specific reason:

You think Ada changed from RE2make.

She hasn't.

Ada's still only out for Ada. The only thing that Leon changed about her was that he taught her how to better take care of herself. He taught her that she can't isolate in her independence, because things that go wrong for other people can negatively impact her, too.

The person who actually softens Ada is Luis, not Leon. But even then, there's no reason to think that Ada changed. He softened her to the point where she felt compelled to honor his memory and fulfill his dying wish, but she's not a better person because of it. She's gained honor from her interactions with Luis, not kindness.

She's going to still do the Ada thing of working for bad guys and profiting from the black market, because it's not about "oh no people I like might get hurt ;_;" That's not what Remake did with her. She's still doing her Ada thing. She only decides against giving the Amber to Wesker because it's the final part of honoring Luis's memory. Luis died to save two people. To then kill billions after the fact using the research that he no longer wanted to have hurt anyone is dishonorable.

But once her time with Los Illuminados is done, her time honoring Luis's memory is done. Whatever happens in Africa or the ESR or Edonia or China following this has nothing to do with him, so she's going to go back to doing her thing.

The point of having Ada watch The Leon and Ashley Show is to solidify Leon's autonomy from her and to try to further showcase how selfish Ada is. Ada still looks at Leon as a thing -- he's something she wants, and she doesn't understand why she can't have him. Making her watch The Leon and Ashley Show is meant to try to get her to reflect on why.

But it doesn't work. Because Ada hasn't changed. And won't change. And possibly can't change.

Through Leon in RE2make, Ada has become better suited to be independent. And through Luis in RE4make, Ada has become someone who keeps her word. That's what the Remakes have changed about her. That's why her story is so much better. They're not trying to make her a good guy. They're not trying to have her rethink her life. They're not trying to have her show remorse.

They're giving honor to a dishonorable character, along with a consistently selfish mindset to continue the work that she does. That's all they're doing.

And not for nothing anon but the way you keep calling her stupid and infantile is way more sexist than anything the narrative did with her. This ask came off like you hated Ada first and then reached for some sort of explanation as to why you could be justified in hating her second. There are legitimate reasons to criticize Ada, but you've cited none of them. Instead of looking at what the character was actually doing, you just slapped "she's stupid" on her.

ETA: added this post to my meta directory, because it seems important here and I should probably have it on hand.

[sapphire-weapon]

What do you think is next for RE?

Do you think they will release RE9 before another Remake? Or the other way. The REmakes have been making Capcom a huge amount of money, so I don’t think they will stop them.

Also I know a lot of people are expecting RE5R to be next but would that make sense? Like, if they keep the same storyline from the OG, Wesker & Chris have had literally almost zero screentime in the remake series. It would be weird to do 5 without the conflict from CV or something completely new.

Especially since there is a huge influx of new fans who have only played the likes of 2,3 and 4 remake and have no interest in playing the older games. Sorry if this doesn’t make sense my English isn’t very good

you guys need to stop being so self-conscious bout your English fr LMAO every time one of you says your English isn't good, I'm like "your English is better than a lot of native speakers'."

We already know from leaks:

Separate Ways will be out before the end of this year

RE9 will be announced at the end of 2024 for release in 2025

other "smaller" RE projects will be released between now and RE9

we shouldn't expect another remake until at least 2026

Though, honestly, 2026 seems generous for another remake considering the average development time for these games, and I'd probably put it closer to 2027/2028.

I don't think it's quite accurate to say that most of the new fans have only played RE2make, RE3make, and RE4make -- because, in my experience from talking to you guys here on tumblr and other people out in the wild, most of the people who got hooked into the series with the Remake series have also played RE8 (and possibly RE7 as well).

Like, I've never had anyone ask me who Chris Redfield is.

I've had people ask me who the guy Ada is working for in RE4make is, but no one's ever been unfamiliar with Chris.

And with Separate Ways coming out at the end of this year, no new fans will be wondering who Albert Wesker is anymore, either. And honestly, I'd say that that's enough to justify greenlighting an RE5make -- especially when you consider that Chris and Wesker's relationship hasn't made sense since the original REmake came out in 2002. If RE5make added in a single conversation between Chris and Sheva that very briefly recaps RE1, that's enough. You really don't need much more than that.

Especially if the Remake series is going to go the way that I think it's going to go, and RE5make will end up looking very different from the original RE5.

The only other viable candidates for remakes are 0 and CV, and I have a really hard time seeing Capcom prioritize either of them over moving forward in the timeline with 5 for the sake of giving new fans a sense of progression. That's not to say that I don't think they'll ever happen, but if they do happen, their development will happen concurrently with 5, and both of them might end up feeling like RE3make did as a result.

But let's see what RE9 does first.