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Colonel needed a stress relief
#cod#könig#konig#konig x reader#könig x reader#call of duty#… he is a colonel right ??? idkkk#fanart#the choice is yours: head#or eating#or pounding#no reference we die like men
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click for better quality!!!! alt version under the cut
#mouthwashing#i didnt use a reference for this so sorry if its sloppy#im sick atm but I LOVED THIS GAME and i had to jump on the mouthwashing train#captain curly#jimmy mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#light gore#no reference we die like men#my art#digital art#artists of tumblr
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Pchoooo
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Lazy already done idea
Edit: original idea
#thel vadam#rtas vadum#master chief#arbiter#halo 343#halo#comic#meme#doodles#my art#arbiter/master chief#>:)#no reference we die like men#orion rambles
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I have a new playlist (thanks lock!) and K is feral about it, have K, he's cool :3
#reflingthearts#traditional art#personal art#you know I love this way of shading#no reference we die like men
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I don't draw w color often but y'all can have a special pride flag drawing as a treat <3 happy birthday queer people
#Lumi'z#Very proud of how this one came out#No reference we die like men#Also! That shirt is a reference to hawaii part ii#They dropped merch today. Yes I bought the button up. Hush.
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Mauve (aka Eve Williams)
So, I've got a sci-fi story in the works about a crew of drifters/guns for hire in ✨space✨(as well as on the occasional planet).
Eve is basically the newest addition to the cast (that I haven't shown you yet, like, at all), but her drawing was easiest to finish and so you get to see her first.
She's a mercenary working solo and seemingly exclusively for her own gain, and the jobs she takes will have her clashing/interacting with the main crew quite often. Nothing personal, but money is money and she has a reputation to uphold.
In her casual clothes, she doesn't look too intimidating, but all geared up she's a sight to behold (lord save me, I'll have to draw that).
On the job, she has a no-nonsense attitude, remaining stoic and silent most of the time. We'll probably see how she acts when she's off of work sometime.
As of now, there are seven more main/supporting characters I have planned out, I'll post them shortly - or in 5 business years, because I know myself.
#oc#oc art#original character#jay's art#original story#no reference we die like men#i just finished her design today#vaporwave#inspo just because#honestly#she could step on me and i'd thank her#if i do say so myself#mauve#Eve Williams#The Orion#digital art#Wip#work in progress#concept art
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Astarion ‘has never had wholesome intimacy’ Ancunin vs Gale ‘none of these thoughts are in the bible’ Dekarios
#Astarion chill it’s just hand holding lmao#NO REFERENCES NO DOUBLE CHECKING WE DIE LIKE MEN!!!#the longer its been since i posted it the more i Hate it LOL i see everything now and i am in pain#astarion#astarion ancunin#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#bg3 astarion#bg3 gale#bloodweave#bloodweave fanart#astarion fanart#gale fanart#bg3#bg3 fanart#baldurs gate 3#my art#bg3 shitpost
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snail :)
i need to cool down art-wise. send me some doodle requests :3
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Karlach
#my art#bg3#karlach#illustration#digital art#tiefling#fantasty#baldur's gate 3#dnd#y’all this outfit nearly killed me#bbg ily but if I have to stare at it any longer I’m going to yeet myself I s2g#anyway the bg is inspired by Leyendecker#it was the most painterly I’ve ever felt while working on a digital piece#literally just shoving color around with a transparent oil brush#no gradient or blending we die like men#did I mention that Rhea Ripley was my body reference lmao#team make Karlach beefier you cowards
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hello ultrakill fandom
#i glazed this shit thats why it looks a little funny. ANYWAY#uh. i beat v2. still dont know what the deal with this gabriel guy is but i love to bathe in my sister's blood yknow#no reference images we die like men#mostly.#ultrakill
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his huge eyes and loser transmasc energy have bewitched me mind body and soul
#art#my art#fanart#dirk gentlys holistic detective agency#dghda#dghda fanart#todd brotzman#elijah wood#i love not using reference and then veing confused why my drawing looks nothing like the person#no ref. we die like men#lol
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Whoops a day late. Sorry sweet thang
Happy birthday Law~
#rusty and no references#we die like men#one piece#one piece fanart#trafalgar law#trafalgar d water law#law one piece#op law#trafalgar law fanart#my art
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I thought putting this on main would be really really funny
I think he deserves to heal and look a bit softer
Also I want to bite him
#fanart#ghetsis#digital art#pokevillian#perfect heroes#AU Ghetsis#tw suggestive#suggestive#at first i didnt want to post this but my medical anxiety is overshadowing my anxiety to post this so i snapped#I drew this without reference#again bcs here we die like men#drawing stuff without knowing how to#but rendering it is still important lol
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The Wife, the Lover and the Bastard Son - Part 5
Pairing: Chris Redfield x FEM!Reader
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 (You are here)
Summary: The more hours that pass, the closer he is to finding you.
Content: Canon typical violence/swearing, descriptions of blood, more reader lore drops, references to RE5, brief mentions of vomiting from seasickness, mostly next chapter setup but there's some juiciness in here, brief description of banging a head against a wall. Reader is referred to as 'Doc' and is the wife of (dead?) Albert Wesker and is a former Umbrella scientist.
a/n: That took longer than I thought but here it is. Once again, I appreciate you and thank you for reading!
w/c: 9.4k
It felt like you were running for an eternity after you witnessed Albert breaking out of his experimental confines. You didn’t look back. You didn’t have a plan. You didn’t even think on where to go next. Your only goal was to get as far away from Albert as physically possible.
Years of suppressed trauma from the day Albert died rears its ugly head and everything floods back to you in one overwhelming emotional wave that feeds your adrenaline and keeps your feet moving one in front of the other. Fear. Confusion. Anger. Devastation. Fear. You keep having to wipe away the tears that won’t stop leaking out of your eyes, trying in vain to keep your vision clear as you blindly wind your way through the facility.
But adrenaline highs eventually run out even if paralyzing fear is still present.
Your legs cramp. Your lungs scream for something more than just short puffs of air. Your heart works overtime from the strain of the situation and beats so fast it hurts and black dots the edges of your vision. Blood pumps through your veins so quickly that you can hear it in your ears so you can’t focus on anything else.
The moment you need to place your hand on the wall to keep yourself from collapsing is the second you decide to open whatever door is closest and hide out in whatever room is on the other side of it.
You’ve managed to run from the inner sanctum of the new lab all the way to an older, non-refurbished part. Is this the old lab? What used to be part of the military base? You can’t tell and you don’t care. You push open the door and sink to the floor as soon as you shut it again, trying to gulp some air into your lungs so you don’t keel over and pass out. As you try to slow down your breathing and collect yourself, only one thought is going through your mind.
This isn’t fucking happening he’s supposed to be dead.
There’s a sound that makes you jolt upright and whip your head to the edge of the room.
Whoever was here previously left in a hurry. There are loose DVD’s, clear DVD cases, and cases with DVD’s still in them scattered all over the desk in the back while a projector idly flickers against a white screen against the adjacent wall. The noise is coming from behind the projector.
You cautiously get up from the floor and make your way over to it, still wobbly on your feet but able to keep yourself from toppling over and discover the source of the whirring: a DVD player. The disk holder is trying to retract into the machine, but the machine is askew and miscellaneous office junk is preventing it from closing properly. There’s a date written in Sharpie on the disk: March 19, 2006. The day Albert died.
A note with an official looking letterhead sits next to the machine, partially crumpled up. You pick it up, unfold it, and read its contents.
RE: Wesker Collection: Africa Tanker July 2002 – March 2006.
To Our Most Esteemed Client,
We thank you for entrusting us with this extensive recovery project involving the late Albert Wesker and his surviving wife. It has truly been an honor to observe the infamous scientist in his private life while carrying out these services.
We are happy to report that 93% of the recovered footage provided from the Africa tanker was able to be upgraded to your UHD specifications, as well as remove the most glaring audio anomalies for improved sound quality. Please see the attached inventory sheet for a full breakdown. The full transcripts will become available in the coming weeks as previously discussed.
I would humbly encourage you to reconsider my suggestion regarding upgrading the remaining footage archive. There is much to be learned from his methods in creating the Uroboros virus as well as advancing the gestation of the Plaga parasite. Should you change your mind, we would be elated to welcome you back as a client.
You feel a gentle numbness come over you as you read the note. The DVD player whirs again. Your eyes flick over to it. You absentmindedly put down the paper, reposition the DVD player so it sits properly, and move the junk that’s preventing the disk compartment from closing. The little door finally closes with a soft tapping noise, and the DVD inside it whirs until it emits a soft hum.
The image flickers to life on the projector and you feel a lump in your throat. You recognize the room. It’s CCTV footage a captain’s quarters space with a metal chair in the center with straps to constrain an unlucky subject to it at the wrists, arms, and chest. On the screen, two distant voices outside the room are arguing: a man and a woman. As the voices get closer to the room, you recognize the sound of your own voice even before Albert kicks the door open and drags you into the room by your forearm while you struggle in vain against his grip.
“I’m not like you!” You retort defiantly.
“But you are my dear, in more ways than you care to admit.” Albert replies, clearly getting impatient with how you’re acting.
“Like hell I am! Statistically, I’m gonna end up like any other one of your test subjects!”
“Don’t you dare compare yourself to those weaklings!” Albert spits, incensed at your response and abruptly forcing you in front of him so his angered expression is up close to your nervous one. Albert breathes heavily for a moment, then speaks in a colder, more pragmatic tone that is expected of him.
“You will evolve beyond your limits, and you will thank me for it.”
You watch Albert force you into the chair despite your continued protests. You watch as he straps your wrists to the arms of the chair and your torso to the back of it so quickly that the video appears to buffer on Albert’s main movements while you fail to struggle against him. You know it’s not the video. He was just that fast. You continue to struggle even after Albert takes a step back with an angered look.
“I have a rendezvous with an old colleague that I can’t afford to miss, but when I return-” You watch Albert roughly grasp your chin and turn your face to look up at him and you freeze. Albert’s voice turns into a deadly, low tone.
“I want a satisfactory answer out of you.”
After staring you down for a moment, he releases your chin and walks to the door, intending to close it. You watch him go with a defeated look.
“Please don’t do this.” You beg with a small voice.
You see Albert pause at the door and sigh with his back to the camera. He doesn’t turn to look at you. “It’s happening with or without your participation my dear. I suggest you be in good company when my New World emerges from the embers of humanity.”
Albert slams the door and you jump in your seat. A lock engages, then heavy footsteps quickly get further and further away. Once it’s quiet again, you immediately resume your attempts to wiggle out of the chair.
With no warning, the footage erupts into pixelated static, a slideshow of random frames you can barely make out, then it finally cuts to you later, still strapped to the chair in that room, and screaming at the top of your lungs.
“HELLO? I’M IN HERE! GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF THIS THING!” Your voice is strained from shouting and thick from crying. You remember the ship rocking from side to side so precariously that you thought it was going to flip over and you’d drown in that room. There’s methodical, forceful banging on the door and you can see it straining from the force of your rescuers on the other side of it.
In the real world, you hear heavy footsteps stomping towards the room you’re in and you’re suddenly very aware of how loud the projector is. Whoever heard already knows you’re here, so you just grab the closest thing to a weapon you see, which happens to be a stapler, and crawl under the desk and pull your knees to your chest. All the while, you hear yourself keep screaming for help on the projector.
A moment later, the door to the projector room flies open with so much force that you hear it slam against the wall followed by quick and heavy footsteps rushing into the room.
At the same time on the screen, you hear the door to that room finally break open, and Chris’ words trying to comfort you as Sheva and him undo your binds. Their chorus of ‘It’s okay’s’ and ‘you’re alright’s’ are ignored by you, and you get straight to business as usual, albeit with a rattled voice.
“What was that? Why was everything shaking?”
You can’t see the screen, but you know Sheva and Chris are looking at each other. Sheva finally answers.
“Excella was rejected by Uroboros.”
You’re silent for a moment on the projector. “… I tried to warn her.”
You hear yourself struggling to get to your feet, your seasickness coming back at full force as you struggle to walk in a straight line and you hear Chris grab your arm to steady you.
“Careful!” Chris says with a worried tone.
“Forget about me! We have to hurry we’re running out of time!” Your voice is strained like you’re about to vomit and you hear yourself quickly stumble out of the room while Chris and Sheva hurry after you.
The three sets of voices retreat from the room on the screen and the projector grows silent.
In the newfound silence of the room, you realize your breathing is much too loud so you cover your mouth to silence yourself.
But it’s too late for that.
You hear the footsteps stealthily approach closer.
And closer.
And closer.
You sense the presence stop right outside of your range of vision under the desk.
Albert found you. This is the end.
You yelp in surprise and raise the stapler to bludgeon whatever just discovered your hiding spot, but you freeze like a deer in headlights when you see Jake with his pistol raised.
For a moment, he just stares at you while you try in vain to steady your staccato breathing. You know you look like a mess. Tears streak your terrified face, hair sticks out in every direction, and most notably, there are blood splatters that stain your clothes.
“Doc? Jesus what happened to you?”
Jake holsters his gun and brushes your arms out of the way. He looks closely at your clothes, looking for entry points for injuries.
“It okay it’s… it’s not mine. I-I just can’t get a grip.” Your voice is hoarse and strained. No matter how hard you try you can’t seem to slow your breathing enough to even think about calming down.
Jake stops looking for injuries and directs his icy gaze to your tearful expression. “What happened?”
“He’s-” You take in a deep and shaky breath, “-he’s alive b-but he’s… he’s not himself and I… I don’t know if that’s better or worse-”
“Doc. Take a breath. Who’s alive?” Jake is trying to be the voice of reason in your panicked state, but his tone has an edge of seriousness to it.
“Wesker! These people excavated his fucking corpse and decided it was a genius idea to reanimate him. That director guy took me to the chamber, then he woke up and there was carnage when he heard my voice and… and…I can’t… I can’t do this again Jake!”
You slam down the stapler onto the ground and you put your head in your hands trying to get some sense of comfort. You mumble in your hands, still not wanting to believe your new set of circumstances.
“Why do people keep doing this? This kind of shit never ends well. You’d think people would learn but they just don’t.”
It never ends. People will always think they’re smarter than their predecessors.
Your head is pounding behind your eyes so you move a few fingers to pinch the bridge of your nose for some relief.
“What do you mean?”
You blink. Your hands retreat from your face and your eyes slowly move to Jake’s. “What?”
“You said you couldn’t do this again, what do you mean?”
Right. You did say that. You take a deep breath and finally muster up enough composure to answer.
“I… it’s a long story but to make it brief, I was the one who blew the whistle on the Uroboros project.”
Jake’s serious expression doesn’t change. You look at your hands.
“I finally realized how apocalyptic the project really was and I needed to tell someone. By a stroke of dumb luck I managed to get a B.S.A.A. radio and alert the African division.”
You feel your eyes growing hot again and you blink away the heat.
“Two agents were able to get to me about two weeks later and I told them how to kill him.”
You take another deep breath and continue.
“I told you earlier he needed regular doses of the virus to keep it stable. I knew that giving him too much would cause adverse effects. Or at least slow him down enough so the B.S.A.A. could put him down.”
You swallow the lump in your throat.
“So I showed them where he kept the extra doses. And then I showed them where the virus warheads were.”
You close your eyes and lean your head back against the underside of the desk. Jake doesn’t need to know the rest. He doesn’t need to know that Chris noticed how sickly and scared you were and put his hand on your shoulder to comfort you. He doesn’t need to know that Albert saw his nemesis touching his wife and was seething with barely contained rage because of it. He doesn’t need to know how your heart got caught in your throat when you felt Albert’s inhumanly strong arms wrap around your waist, your body move dizzyingly fast, and before you realized what had even happened, he had your back to his chest and his hand wrapped menacingly tight around your throat as he growled in your ear.
“It’s in your best interest to listen to me dearheart. We wouldn’t want any accidents to happen in front of our guests, would we?”
Jake doesn’t need to know that everything in your body betrayed you at that moment. You should have screamed, you should have thrashed, you should have done quite literally anything to try to escape his grip as futile as it would have been. But you didn’t. Jake doesn’t need to know that you’d seen Albert angry a handful of times but this was the first time you felt that he could actually kill you for going against his wishes. It wouldn’t do anyone any good if he knew it was a thinly veiled threat at best, but it was more than enough to rob you of your voice, freeze in place, and cause tears to prick at the corners of your eyes, just like today.
You don’t tell Jake any of this, but he seems to understand the subtext of your words perfectly anyway. When you feel confident you’re not going to burst into tears again, you look back at Jake.
“Albert saw. He knows what I did. He’s going to kill me for betraying him.”
Silence weighs over the two of you like a thick fog, choking any semblance of hope in the haze of reality. You sit there wallowing in the harsh reality of your words. You knew in your soul that it was the truth, but it feels so much more real when you hypothesize Albert’s intentions with you out loud. Jake is silent, the wheels turning in his head on what he should say.
“That was a long time ago you can’t know that for sure.”
“He’s not the forgiving type, Jake. He never was.”
You hear a distant clang, and something you could have sworn was a monstrous roar from the direction of where you last saw Albert outside of the room. You freeze. Jake glances outside of your hiding place, then back to you, now aware of how distressed you actually are. Jake holds out his hand to you. He gestures you to come out.
“C’mon. I found someplace safe we can hide out for a while.” He whispers in a confident tone.
You don’t look at him. Your eyes are trained on the open door to the room.
Would Albert inject you with a virus first? Terrorize you? Gloat? Kill you outright?
“Doc, we have to go. You can’t stay here, it’s not secure.”
The ‘not secure’ comment breaks through to you, and you turn your head away from the hallway to nod up at Jake. You let him help you to your feet.
It takes much longer than you would have liked to get to the safe place even though it’s only a few hallways past the room you ran into. You freeze at nearly every distant noise, but Jake is surprisingly patient with you. He gives you incentivizing but firm words to keep your feet moving, occasionally putting his hand on your back to encourage you to keep going.
The ‘safe room’ ends up being a hybrid communications room. One part is dedicated to running the security cameras with over a dozen different monitors flickering to different parts of the facility with an intercom system attached to it. Another computer system close by it has a complex-looking computer system with a microphone attached to it. Yet another part is made up of a large console for computers and a hodgepodge conglomerate of tech for listening to and watching different sorts of media, some storage boxes, as well as a professional assortment of radio equipment. Jake sees your eyes light up upon seeing the radio setup, then shakes his head with a serious expression.
“Don’t get your hopes up yet. It’s busted.”
Your shoulders slump.
“… great.” You utter quietly. You drag your feet over to a table overflowing with scattered papers, a pair of headphones and a personal computer on it, and slump into a chair.
“Hey, we’re not out of options yet. We’ve still got this thing.” Jake says optimistically, lightly smacking his hand on the control panel of the large computer system with the microphone. “All it needs is a key card with enough clearance.”
You sigh, wanting the computer route to work out but also trying not to get too invested in the idea if it doesn’t. “Try this.” You mutter, pulling out Youju’s white keycard and holding it out to Jake. The blood on it has dried to a sickly brown color and has a faint coppery smell. Jake takes it with an eyebrow raised.
You shrug. “It was Youju’s. He won’t miss it.”
“…. I’m sure he won’t. Give me a couple minutes.”
Jake heads over to the computer and you hold your head in your hands, leaning over the table on your elbows trying to process everything that’s just happened.
Albert’s alive.
You destroyed the only Uroboros sample on this godforsaken island.
You’re willing to bet the military part of the facility isn’t stocked up on a convenient rocket launcher to get you out of this mess.
You aren’t one to wallow in self-pity but given the unthinkable circumstances, you can’t help but feel like you’ve already been backed into a corner that you have no hope of escaping.
You take another deep breath and stare absentmindedly at the papers on the table. You weren’t particularly looking for anything, but you can’t help but notice the format of the documents in front of you. All of them are audio transcripts. One of them catches your eye with its title in bold letters at the top of the page. The heading reads WESKER/GIONNE UROBOROS MEETING– JANUARY 18, 2006. A few inches below it, there’s a handwritten note in the right margin: No good. Audio too distorted and she doesn’t say anything we can use. Positive depictions of the wife only.
Positive depictions of you only? That piques your interest.
You think back to what Youju said before you woke Albert up. We’ve tried recordings of your voice and they’ve yielded positive results but not the ones we’re looking for.
You turn your attention to the computer, then eye the headphones. You dig for the mouse under the mountain of papers and wiggle it when you finally find it. The computer monitor hums to life, already logged in. On the screen, there’s a video file already pulled up of the meeting.
Out of curiosity, you put on the headphones and hit play. As the audio recording runs, you alternate between looking at the transcript and watching the footage.
The footage plays and you see a board room with a presentation on a projector. The angle is from above the projector so you can’t see what’s on the screen, but you have a good view of you and Albert sitting on opposite sides of a conference table with a cloaked figure standing not too far from you.
Jill. She deserved a better chance than you to rescue her from hell.
You recognize Excella’s thick Italian accent before you can even see her come into view. You can’t really hear everything Excella is saying due to her being in such close proximity to the camera microphone, but you recognize choice words throughout her presentation.
Tanker.
Uroboros.
Transport.
Warheads.
You remember this presentation. Excella was talking about transport protocols for Uroboros leading up to the actual virus release. Albert insisted on your attendance. While you never gave verbal feedback on his experiments at this time, you eventually figured out that Albert would carefully watch your facial expressions and body language to get your thoughts instead. You perfected your stone-faced expression out of necessity in not accidentally contributing to his plans. You watch yourself paying rapt attention. You have to give yourself credit, your poker face looks good here even though you know you were scared out of your mind. It was finally sinking into your head that the world would end if you didn’t do something to intervene.
While you’re lost in your thoughts, Excella finally finishes her speech and sultrily saunters behind Albert’s chair. Now that Excella is farther away from the microphone, it’s picking up the rest of the audio in the room much better. Even so, the audio still sounds grainy.
“Albert?” Excella croons, putting her hands on Albert’s shoulders and lightly rubbing them. She leans down close to his ear.
“Do you have any contributing thoughts?”
Albert doesn’t even look at Excella. Instead, his sunglasses adorned face turns to you sitting across the table. “I’d like to hear what my wife thinks of this contingency plan of yours.”
Excella’s mouth morphs into a thin line and she straightens her posture, not happy about that request but not saying anything to refute it. She puts on a fake smile but doesn’t take her hands off of Albert’s shoulders. “Of course.”
You don’t look at him. You only stare blankly at the presentation on the projector. You can’t tell from your body language, but you know that in this moment you were already thinking of ways to combat the Uroboros plan. But you also knew that voicing your honest thoughts would throw a wrench in any plan you would make in the future.
“Excella has already outlined the important details and caveats. I have nothing else to add.” You reply politely. Even through the slight graininess of the footage, your stiff posture and unwillingness to look in Albert and Excella’s direction are very noticeable.
Albert grunts with a nearly imperceptible frown, not satisfied with the answer. Or with the fact that you’re refusing to look in his direction. “Very well, but I still want your thoughts on the project.”
“You already have the project in good hands. End of thought.” You finally turn your head away from the screen and gesture to Excella with a neutral expression.
You knew that Excella wanted Albert, but you were almost certain that he didn’t want her. He only mentioned her in passing in whatever limited conversation he had with you, but there was always an underlying message in his choice of words that he thought she was beneath him. A pretty face with brains, a bankroll and resources behind it, but too caught up in wanting to be recognized as a legitimate member of her prestigious family and not having enough self-awareness to know she was in partnership with a viper in the grass that would discard her when it became convenient. You were almost certain because even though you knew this, he never pushed her off or rejected her advances in front of you.
“I feel tired. I’m turning in early.” You get up from your seat and briskly walk to the door.
It would have been easy to miss if you didn’t know Albert’s mannerisms so well, but you see him let out a sharp breath through his nose. He’s miffed by your response. He knew you were growing more distant by the day. He knew you didn’t like his plan. He knew you were slipping through his fingers like grains of sand that he methodically kept trying to contain by constricting his grip even more heavy handedly than he did before.
Any other interaction like this behind closed doors would have progressed to him subtly forcing his proximity to you; following you out like a suffocating shadow and pulling your attention to any mundane conversation that would ultimately lead to him explaining himself with yet another angle that didn’t justify his end goals in the slightest with the intention of you at least understanding why he thought this was the only viable course of action. Saving the known world is an admirable adventure in a number of epics old and new. But saving the world by starting anew? A new world with superhumans could never be justified by sacrificing billions of lives.
On any other day he would have followed you.
Instead, Albert is forced to save face in front of his suffocating business partner.
“Escort her to the suite.” Albert orders the cloaked figure, which follows you right on your heels. His tone is short. Controlled.
As soon as the door shuts behind you, Albert raises from his seat and shrugs off Excella’s wandering hands. Excella has an annoyed look on her face for a moment, but quickly covers it up with an alluring smile.
“You hear that, Albert? The project is in good hands.”
Albert doesn’t even bother to look at her. He only prowls to the front of the projector clasps his hands behind his back. A map of South Africa is reflected in his sunglasses. “Then ensure it stays that way. I won’t tolerate any further delays or incompetence,” Albert replies in a cold tone.
The video ends.
You pull off the headphones with a scowl on your face. The son of a bitch was trying to make you jealous on purpose.
Despite your annoyance, your eyes keep drifting back to the note in the margin. Positive depictions only.
If this one was rejected, then what do the accepted ones have you saying?
You begin looking more closely at the scattered papers.
It appears that Neo Umbrella was only working from security footage that was obtained from the Africa tanker. It’s not surprising they weren’t able to find a lot of usable audio from you. You were falling out of love and didn’t have a lot of sweet things to say to your husband. Even with that in mind, you’re surprised at how little they were able to scrape together with the gargantuan amount of media they had to work with. You knew Albert liked his cameras, but you didn’t know he kept footage of you that was this extensive.
From what you can see from the transcripts, the only ‘useful’ audio was you calling Albert one of the few pet names he liked hearing; dear, darling and love, sometimes with a ‘my’ thrown in there. Albert insisted that other terms of endearment sounded too casual, although in the early days of your marriage you’d call him increasingly ridiculous nicknames until he’d put you in your place in a way that left you both shaking and satisfied. There was a time where he liked it when you challenged him. Not just on the domestic front, but in the Umbrella labs. You weren’t afraid to tell him he was wrong or that there were more efficient methods of doing things. Sometimes you were right. Other times, Albert proved you wrong. Even with the latter, Albert would always at least listen to your input since he saw you as someone who was worth listening to.
Among the other transcripts, strangely enough, there was a fifteen page document of you reading plaga laboratory results to Albert. This was a routine occurrence. It wasn’t uncommon for Albert to ask you to read things like that aloud to help him think or as a way to review previously explored experiments before diving into new ones. It was a small ask in your eyes and it was a good way to stay informed on what Albert was doing, so you didn’t object unless you felt too seasick. What surprised you was how positive the margin notes were: Yes! She sounds interested and engaged. Find more of this to put in the rotation.
Talk about desperate for something other than curt politeness and apathy when talking to your husband. Nearly every other transcript has less satisfactory notes:
Wife too combative. Exclude from rotation.
She sounds too demanding. Discard.
This one has Gionne talking over the wife. EXCLUDE the audio if Gionne is present in future selections.
Too disinterested, but keep on file just in case.
They’re fighting again in this one. Do not use.
Can’t you read? Wesker clearly didn’t respect Gionne stop giving the lab team audio of her flirting with him.
“Doc, we’re in business!” Jake’s victorious exclamation pulls you out of your investigation.
You whip your head over to the monitor Jake was working on and to your delighted surprise, instead of the Neo Umbrella logo, you see a landing page with a number pad.
“What does it need? Radio frequency? Phone number?” You ask intensely, shooting up from your chair and standing behind his to look at the screen.
“Phone number unfortunately. The radio stuff is out as well.”
You blink, unsure why he made that sound like a problem. “Do you not have number you can call in your phone? Like your captain?”
Jake’s facial expression turns something close to sheepish.
“I lost it. Let’s keep it at that.”
You look at him blankly. Do people these days not memorize important numbers like that?
“… I know who we can call.” You mutter, shooing Jake out of the seat so you can type it in and speak easily into the microphone. You’re not sure if he’ll pick up, but he’s your best bet.
For a moment, you hold your breath hearing the dial tone come in over the speakers. Is he on a mission? Asleep halfway around the world? Stuck in a never-ending cycle of training exercises?
A gruff, annoyed voice that makes you weak at the knees finally answers on the last ring. A crowd of voices can be heard in the background. “Hello? You’ve reached Captain Redfield.”
“Chris, it’s Doc.” You breathe a sigh of relief. Even though it’s just Chris’ voice, you already feel a little better knowing rescue will imminently be on its way.
“Doc?” Chris’ tone immediately shifts to a relieved one as sounds of rummaging erupt on his end of the call. “Are you alright? Do you know where you are?”
“Well… debatable considering the circumstances and somewhere in the Pacific. Jake Muller has more info on that.”
The rummaging abruptly stops. “Wait, Jake’s with you?”
“Right here Redfield.” Jake says nonchalantly. However, you notice a sliver of something in his tone but you can’t place what it is. You have a feeling Jake isn’t on the best terms with Chris considering his role in Wesker’s death at the mansion. Second death at the Spencer Estate? Third death in the volcano? Does the third one even count at this point?
“Yep. We’ve already been introduced. He’s got an interesting history with the B.S.A.A. I’m shocked we weren’t introduced sooner since we’re both consulting.” There’s an underlying message of I know who Jake is and you’ve got some damn explaining to do in your words, but now is not the time to read Chris the riot act.
You hear Chris sigh on the other end of the line. “Well Doc I tried calling, but you’re a hard woman to reach.” Chris doesn’t sound accusatory. Just… stung. You feel your face heat up at that. You had been dodging his calls ever since that intimate moment in your kitchen a year ago. However, any guilt you feel is overshadowed by frustration in not being informed about Jake until today.
“You could have given me a little context and I would have made the time.” You reply through your teeth. Jake gives you a weird look as you’re leading this exchange. He silently points between the microphone and you, then holds his hand up in a ‘what’s that about’ gesture. You mouth back ‘long story’ as Chris ignores your comment starts addressing Jake. “Jake, your orders were to find the location of the G-sample.”
“I’ve done that boyscout.”
You hear Chris huff in annoyance. “Your orders were to find the location of the sample and not leave the mainland.”
“Well… when opportunity arises, I take it.”
“Do you have it?”
“… still workin’ on that.” Jake replies with a sour expression. You jump in.
“Chris, we’ve got bigger problems than the sample. Albert’s alive.” The words feel wrong coming out of your mouth, but you have to let any personnel know what danger is waiting for them.
Silence. Even the hum of the people in the background grows quiet. For a moment, you’re worried the call may have dropped from the old machinery.
“Did you hear me? Say something.”
“Heard you loud and clear. What’s his status compared to when we saw him last?” Besides sounding more serious, Chris doesn’t even seem phased. He’s in soldier mode: Know the enemy. Come up with a plan. Rescue the hostages.
“Physically, very similar to your encounter with him in the volcano. Mentally… he’s different I don’t really know how to explain it.” You try to put on a brave face, but even without seeing you Chris picks up on your current vulnerability.
“That’s alright. The important thing is that you’re safe and you stay safe. Are you two able to hole up somewhere until we arrive?”
“Well… we have a safe place for now. And how long’s that gonna be?”
“Depends on your location. Jake, do you have any coordinates?”
Jake responds with a latitude and a longitude. You hear talking on the other end of the line, then you hear something that has to be a curse from Chris before he finally gives you an answer.
“Seven hours, give or take.”
You sigh. That’s too long but you can’t shorten the length of the ocean, so you accept it. “Okay. Just operate off the assumption that he’s going to be hard to put down. Use flame-based ammunition, magnums, rocket launchers, and anything else you got that packs a punch.”
“I’ll pass that along. Keep this line open, I’ll be back. Don’t hang up.”
“Roger that. We’ll be here.”
You mute the microphone and lean back in your chair with a tired sigh. Jake gives you a pointed look.
“You have Golden Boy’s number memorized, but you talk to each other like that?”
You give Jake an annoyed look. “Not important right now! We have bigger problems.”
You get up from your seat to pace the room. You need to come up with a plan. “As of right now, we have absolutely nothing in terms of defense.”
Jake leans against the computer system with his arms crossed and watches you. “Not exactly. There’s too many gas masked bozos walking around here for there not to be an armory somewhere.”
You look at Jake, exasperated. “Machine guns and pistols aren’t going to make a big enough dent. There were five guards unloading everything they had on Albert in the chamber, and it didn’t even phase him. You’d need something stronger. A lot stronger.”
“Well maybe they have some heavy-duty stuff stashed away for emergencies. Point is, we won’t know unless I go out and look.” Jake pushes himself away from the monitor and starts to walk towards the door but you stand in front of him before he can get too far.
“You’ll be a sitting duck out there!” You chastise, ready to put what remains of your fighting spirit to convince Jake not to walk straight into the maw of the beast, but your facial expression shifts to a haunted look when something on the security system catches your eye.
One the center console, a hulking figure that makes your blood turn to ice comes into view. You see the black, elongated, tendril engulfed arm grasp the corner of a hallway before the rest of Albert’s body comes into view. The blood of all the unfortunate scientists is splattered across his face and chest. His red eyes are very clearly dilated, and he has an uncharacteristically wide grin on his face.
Jake notices your expression and looks behind him. Jakes expression and tone turn cold and serious.
“That him?”
You nod, unable to tear your eyes from the screen. You walk toward the console as if you’re in a trance and sit in the chair in front of it. Like driving by a car accident, can’t take your eyes off of the disaster that Youju insisted on causing. You see Albert’s lips move, but nothing is heard.
“Does this thing have audio?” You mutter the question to yourself more than anything, but Jake is quick to come to your side and flip on a switch on the control panel. Albert’s voice, somewhat morphed from the audio system, is heard loud and clear.
“My looooove? Where did you go lovely? We have so much time to make up for…”
Albert speaks in that same ‘off’ tone from before; direct and garbled. However, now it has a… singsong quality to it? Your fear is momentarily replaced with confusion. Jake glances at you, then back to the screen just as confused as you are. This is his infamous father?
“Did he… talk like that?” Jake asks, watching the screen along with you.
You keep watching the screen with a befuddled look on your face. “Absolutely not. The lava, or whatever Youju’s team tried to do to wake him up before today fried his brain or something. It’s a complete personality shift.”
You and Jake continue to watch Albert on the screen as he leans against the wall walking down the length of the hallway, leaving a trail of black gunk dripping down the pristine paneling along where he’s touched in his wake. When Albert’s in the center of the hallway, his posture grows rigid and he stops walking. His unengulfed arm attempts to reach behind him in the center of his shoulder blades in jagged movements. After a couple seconds, Albert’s body twitches again and the free arm drops back down to his side and he keeps calling out to you and continues his journey down the hallway.
You lean forward closer to the monitor that Albert was on.
“Wait… he was clawing at something on his back.”
Jake nods and pauses the footage. Then rewinds. As you saw before, Albert stops sauntering down the hallway and jerkily tries to reach behind his shoulder to something on his back. It’s easy to miss with all the black Uroboros tendrils overtaking his upper body, but there’s clearly a circular device between his shoulder blades.
“You’re right. What is that thing?”
You tilt your head and squint, recognizing the shape but confused as to why it’s there. “It’s hard to tell from the angle, but it looks like a regulator.”
“Regulator? For what?”
You shake your head, still confused. “Nothing Uroboros related.”
“Then why is it there?”
You don’t have an answer. You sit back in the chair and keep looking at the regulator in the center of the screen. “Before Albert woke up… Youju said all avenues of breaking his comatose state had been exhausted,” you think out loud.
The gears in your head are turning. Once solitary threads of thought gradually intertwine to form a loose weave until they tighten into a tapestry revealing the answer. The sample room. The audio recordings of your voice. His comatose state. Him acting much gentler with you than he ever was when you knew him. The regulator.
You sit up in your chair so quickly that it startles Jake, but you’re too caught up in your revelation to care. “Neo Umbrella gave him a parasite!” You exclaim excitedly, turning towards Jake. “We can use that.” You don’t wait for Jake to reply, you’re already up and out of the chair looking for some kind of map.
Jake looks at you blankly, not following your thinking. “A parasite? And that’s a good thing?”
“I think I know what Youju meant! There is no reason for them to have that extensive of a virus collection unless they were using it for something. I bet they tried injecting Albert with a bunch of viruses to see if they could wake him up. When that didn’t work they turned to parasites.”
A map of this floor of the facility hangs on the wall from haphazardly placed yellow tape next to the door. Your smile grows bigger and movements more animated the longer you explain your thought process as you grab the map off the wall. You turn back to Jake.
“But not just any parasite. The Nemesis parasite.”
Jake is still confused, not knowing what that means so you continue, walking back to the announcement system and putting the map on the console.
“Back when Umbrella was making Tyrants, big beefy bioweapons that were designed to be soldiers, they were impressive physically, but had limited brain function as a result of the T-Virus so they could only follow simple commands and they couldn’t talk. ‘Kill everyone you see,’ ‘guard this thing,’ you get the idea. They were trying to find a way to make them a bit smarter. They’d hit a dead end with viruses, so they added engineered parasites to Tyrants.”
You pause to make sure Jake is still paying attention. He is, but he still has a look that says, ‘how is this relevant?’ so you keep going, taking a pen from the table and trying to find the locations of the cameras to mark them on the map.
“The Nemesis still had limited brain function, but he could say a few words and it could carry out detailed commands and use weapons. ‘Kill these specific people, use this rocket launcher’ etcetera etcetera. But there was still a high risk of over mutation when the parasite was inserted, so they smacked on a regulator to help mitigate that.”
Jake blinks, still not understanding. “So?”
“So if they gave Albert the parasite, that means he’s going to be much more susceptible to taking orders from me.”
“From you? Weren’t you worried about him killing you earlier? Why would he take orders from you?”
“Like… the parasite has been told for however long it’s been in there to wake up because its wife is here. It’s only been given carefully curated audio snippets of my voice, so it’s forced to view me as a positive… figurehead in Albert’s life.” You point to the transcripts on the table, trying to make Jake see your point before turning your attention back to him.
“He told me he missed me, Jake. I’m willing to bet if I use that announcement system, I can lead him anywhere the system is-”
“-and give me a window to slip in and get the sample and some supplies.” Jake finishes with a serious expression.
“And if everything goes right, we just might hold out until reinforcements get here.” You’re smiling, still riding the adrenaline high from finally figuring out the bigger picture of what’s going on.
Jake crosses his arms and stares at the monitor with Albert still on it. “It’s a crazy plan Doc.”
Your face falls and you’re about to try and plead your case, but Jake smirks before you can answer.
“I’m in.”
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“Albert? Where are you darling? I can’t find you.”
You croon into the microphone and watch Albert, yet again, jerk his head towards the hallway you just projected your voice to and use his Uroboros arm to drag himself along the wall in the direction of your voice.
On the walkie talkie Jake scrounged up from the storage boxes that were by the broken radio equipment before he left, Jake provides an update on his search for better weapons plus the G-Sample.
“216 through 245 are bust. It’s just storage.”
“Copy that.”
You respond on your walkie talkie, marking off and labeling the relevant rooms on your map and watching Jake continue to navigate through the labyrinthine facility on the cameras.
Considering the circumstances, everything has been going well in the half hour Jake has been gone. Albert, in his limited mental capacity, hasn’t caught on to the fact you’re talking to him through the announcement system. Plus, Jake is making good time going through each hallway in the facility thanks to Youju’s white keycard.
Chris’ professional voice from the computer system breaks your concentration.
“Doc? Jake? You there?”
You close your eyes and take a breath. You were hoping that the universe would be merciful, and the connection would drop so you’d have a valid reason not to talk to Chris.
You weren’t so lucky, so you check the cameras one more time to ensure that Albert and Jake aren’t going to cross paths, then roll your chair over to the microphone on the other module. You flick off the mute button.
“You’ve got Doc. Any updates?”
“We’ve got an army of guys on their way to your location. Time of arrival is estimated at seven hours.”
You feel your shoulders visibly relax. Rescue is on the way.
“That’s great news.” You mutter.
“Is Jake around?”
For a second, you think about lying so he doesn’t know you’re alone. Nothing convincing comes to mind. “No. He stepped out to get supplies. I can pass along a message on his walkie though?”
“That’s alright.”
Awkward silence.
“How’s working in Germany?” Chris sounds less professional this time.
You sigh and close your eyes. “I don’t think this is the best time for small talk.”
“Just making conversation. We’ve got time. I want to know how you’re liking it.” Chris says. You can hear the slight smile in his voice. The genuine nature of his words.
You always had a weakness for his kindness. He had a way of worming himself into your good graces without even trying.
“It’s good. The people are great. I miss having reliable air conditioning though.” You joke.
You hear Chris chuckle. “Yeah, the Europeans aren’t big on that kind of thing.”
Despite everything, you find yourself smiling. As much as you hate to admit it to yourself, you missed his laugh. How easy it is to talk to him.
“What about you? How’s Claire doing?” You ask.
“She’s still helping the world in her own way with TerraSave. She’s also been breathing down my neck about cutting back on smoking.”
“I’m sure you don’t mind that. If she’s breathing down your neck, that means she’s visiting.”
Another chuckle that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach sounds over the speaker. “If she were doing it in person, I don’t think I’d mind so much.”
Both of you sit in comfortable silence.
“I’ve missed seeing you around, but I’m glad you’re doing alright.” Chris says, vulnerability underlying his words.
Your throat gets tight, and you bite back the words before you can say them.
Don’t tell him you miss him too. It will make him feel worse.
Luck is on your side this time. Jake’s voice emanates from the walkie talkie in your lap.
“Doc? I need eyes on something.”
You let out a sigh of relief, then speak to Chris through the microphone. “Jake’s calling. I’ll be back.”
“I’ll be here.”
You mute yourself on the microphone and wheel yourself back over to the security system.
“I’m here. What do you need?”
“Can I get your professional opinion on what’s happening in front of 250?”
Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, but you pull up the necessary camera to see what Jake is talking about. All you can do is stare for a moment at the grim sight. Most of the lens is obstructed by a black substance, but even with the limited visibility you know it’s the personnel and guards that were unlucky enough to be in Albert’s way when he escaped containment. Black gunk saturates the walls and ground that you’re able to see.
You force yourself to respond.
“Part of the lens is blocked, but those are casualties of Albert. Just step around them. The dead don’t come back naturally with Uroboros. It just makes them harder to kill.”
“Not talkin’ about that Doc. Give me a second.”
You’re about to ask what Jake means by that, but before you can, you see something wiping the lens of the security camera you’re looking through. After a few seconds you see an uncomfortably close view of Jake’s nose as he wipes away the gunk from the lens.
How the hell did he scale the 12 foot height to wipe that gunk off?
You use one of the other screens to pull up an angle of the hallway Jake just cleared, and you can see that he scaled the wall by somehow using his balance and strength to tuck himself into the corner where the two hallways meet.
“Were you raised in the fucking circus? Where did you learn that?” You say into the walkie in disbelief.
“By being a teenage shithead, now look!” Jake replies, exasperated and moving out of the way of the camera and revealing a body almost completely overtaken by worms of Uroboros. Your disbelief quickly shifts into grim realization.
That needs to be burned.
Your voice comes out eerily calm.
“Don’t touch it. Don’t shoot it. Don’t interact with it. Uroboros needs to be burned for proper disposal.”
You see Jake crouch to look at the body from a different angle. You see him bring the walkie to his lips.
“Will touching it infect me?”
“No, but it might eat you since you’re organic material!! Just don’t ingest it, keep your distance and you’ll be fine.” You spit through your teeth, not liking Jake’s series of questions or what it could mean for his future actions.
Jake looks at the body for a moment longer then stands up with the walkie to his lips, looking at you through the camera.
“Don’t lick the weird black stuff. Seems simple enough.”
You groan. “Let’s just hope these Neo Umbrella guys had the foresight to keep a flamethrower on hand.” You tiredly respond.
On one of the other monitors, you see Albert meandering in the direction of Jake’s current location. You speak into the walkie.
“Hey sit tight for a minute, I need to redirect Albert.”
You see Jake give you a thumbs up on the camera and you flit your attention to one of the other monitors. While Albert isn’t alarmingly close to Jake’s location, it’s still too close for comfort. You set the microphone to make an announcement in the opposite direction.
“I’m over here love! Come find me!”
You see Albert’s face light up on the screen and turn to follow your voice, but he freezes mid-turn. You tap the screen, thinking that the old equipment froze up on you. But then you see Albert’s face twitching.
It’s mild at first; only one of his red snake eyes twitch. But then it’s his whole face. The uncharacteristically wide grin twitches downward, a scowl gradually etches itself into his visage, and his blown-out eyes undulate like a heartbeat smaller and smaller until they’re thin slits.
You hear a guttural groan of something akin to agony escape Albert’s lips as he attempts to reach behind him towards the regulator in between his shoulder blades.
“I will not be subdued!” Albert seethes through his teeth, arm, body and face twitching from an invisible battle for control. It’s a losing battle, and Albert isn’t on the winning side, but he realizes it too late. The second his eyes start to dilate and his arm stops grasping for the regulator, he throws his body against the wall in a vain attempt to remain coherent by bashing his head into the smooth white plaster. He shrieks in a heart wrenching combination of frustration and agony. You recognize it with dreaded clarity from the day he died in the volcano. The plaster is marred with a watercolor painting of red, pink and black splotches. Then, as quickly as it started, Albert freezes in place, his face twitches back to what it was before, then he meanders towards the direction he last heard your voice, not bothering to wipe off the blood or black substance from his face.
“Dearheart? Where’s my little wife?” Albert asks with an uncanny grin, leaving a trail of black liquid in his wake.
All you can do is sit and try to process what you just saw with a haunted look on your face. Albert hasn’t changed. It only appears like he has.
You slowly bring the walkie to your lips.
“Jake there’s been a development.” You speak into the walkie lowly.
“I’m guessing it isn’t the good kind.” Jake quips.
You don’t acknowledge his attempt at humor. “It looks like Albert’s fighting with himself.”
Jake is silent for a moment. “And what does that mean?”
You take a deep breath to collect yourself. “This is only a theory, but I think because Albert has a natural immunity to a lot of viruses and parasites, his subconscious is buried but mostly intact.”
“So… the parasite’s driving the car but Wesker’s in the backseat trying to take the wheel.”
“Exactly. And I don’t want to find out what happens if he succeeds.”
You glance back at the monitor where you last saw Albert. From a surface level perspective, he’s back to how he was when he broke out of the chamber. It’s apparent that the Nemesis parasite currently has the upper hand. But what happens when it doesn’t?
You shake away the thought and keep talking to Jake through the walkie.
“Look, try to find Youju’s office and try to figure out exactly what they did to try and wake him up. I can give a much more accurate game plan on how to handle this.”
“What’s the theory without it?”
“If he overpowers the parasite, we’re fucked.”
“Find the papers. Got it. Just keep the old man busy.”
“Will do. You keep laying low.”
You set the walkie on the security panel, already feeling exhausted. You watch Jake continue his methodical room check on the monitor, then drag your attention over to where Albert is heading, his sudden clarity sending a chill down your spine. Then you look over to the computer system where Chris is still waiting to hear your voice.
You groan and let your head hit the back of your rolling chair.
This is going to be a long night.
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