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k0mo-reb1 · 2 years ago

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(shit post)

I'm just wondering what would it be like if a self-aware - obsessive - Leon Kennedy would come out in the game and appear right in front of your eyeballs

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As per usual, you logged into your gaming PC on a Saturday night with your midnight munchies prepared. You then sat down in your gaming chair and munched on some chips while clicking to launch Resident Evil 4 (Remake). After some time, you quickly began playing the game and having fun. You would always say "I'm sorry, Leon!" or you would even grumble about how slow Leon would occasionally reload his gun while you're in a fight. You had no idea, but Leon couldn't help but chuckle unknowingly at your remarks.

Could it be that he did it on purpose..? Who knows.

You always had this tendency to treat Leon like a real person when you played the game. You would worry every time he reached low hp. And not going to lie: He seemed to be enjoying it...

And obviously, you were unaware of his "self-awareness."

However, soon after, you switched to other games to occupy your time. After finishing Resident Evil, perhaps you could pass the time by playing some other games. But you were unaware that a particular person was experiencing a little bit of... Jealousy. You're spending so much time playing those other games that it's obvious you've forgotten about "him."

'How impolite', he thought...

╰┈➤ ❝ [Continue...]

One day, you were sitting in your gaming chair, prepared to strap yourself in and spend the rest of the weekend playing your "new" games. After logging into your computer, you use your cursor to choose which game to play while idly sipping your cola.

You ask yourself, "Hmm... What should I play today?" until a particular game attracts your attention.

You thought, "Yeah, I should play this." You drew your cursor to the game icon. But the game icon unexpectedly shifts everytime you attempt to click it. "What the hell..?" You thought.

Whenever your cursor attempts to click a game icon, the icons move, as if preventing you from playing the game. It was clear that you were both frustrated and perplexed at the same time. "What the hell is going on, is this some kind of virus?" You mutter to yourself in confusion. Similar to the other games, you couldn't click on them since if you tried, they would move on their own.

To determine what was wrong with your computer, you attempted to look into your settings. Confounded to learn nothing was wrong after your troubleshooting. There is no virus and no unfavorable findings whatsoever.

Not until a note suddenly appears on your screen that says, "It's useless, sweetheart."

You stare at it in perplexity, "Is this some sort of joke?" You mutter to yourself, and the note surprisingly continues, "No, it's not a joke."

Your jaw drops. What the fuck?

You gaze at the note in disbelief before it abruptly closes and all your remaining games start to disappear one by one. There wasn't much you could do considering how your computer was moving on its own. Soon after, you were staring at a blank desktop. Your background was wiped clean, and all of your games were deleted. Although... There was one game that wasn't gone and yeah, you're damn right.

Resident Evil 4 Remake.

All of a sudden, Resident Evil launches in your computer. The game loads until it reveals Leon Kennedy staring into your screen, and a hand resting under his chin. "Where's my TLC, sweetheart?" He mutters.

"Huh? What the fuck?" You raise a brow.

"I'm serious." He frowned.

"Is this a new update to resident evil where you can video call to certain characters?" You questioned, not to him - mostly to yourself. You still couldn't believe that you were talking to the REAL Leon Kennedy here.

"Sweetheart, listen to me..."

You're obviously ignoring him at this point as your thoughts are still racing with questions and hows. All you can think of is how to reinstall all the games that were just deleted, or perhaps if you take this to a computer shop, they might be able to fix it..?

Leon was starting to get fed up with your 'stubborn' attitude. The game suddenly shuts off with a loud glitch noise and so as the lights in your bedroom. The sudden events cause your eyes to slightly expand as you look around. An outage?

Nah bro.

Suddenly, you felt a hand touch your shoulder and then a whisper in your ear. "I've been feeling so lonely y/n... How could you ditch me out like that..?" A familiar voice came up behind you.

After a long period of silence. The lights came back on, Leon Kennedy could be seen standing behind you smirking triumphantly. You felt like an ant that might easily be stepped on due to his height advantage over you. He was waaayyyy much taller than you thought out to be. You instinctively move away from him and take a step back before giving him a quick once-over. His veins on his arms and biceps were identical to those in the game, and his muscles were incredibly well-defined. His gorgeous blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. His chiseled jaw and his tight attire effectively sculpted his six-pack against those fabric.

Holy hell, you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't like the sight in front of you right now. But this is not the moment to let yourself become captivated.

"Like what you see, sweetheart?" His voice sounded soothing and deep, mesmerizing even.

"Is this real..?"

"It's as real as it can get." His eyes narrowed.

He remained still for a while, watching your face as he observed it. You still gave off the impression that you were unable to believe what was happening, which is probably the case. In light of this, he made the decision to provide you with a proof. It's really the only option. He approaches you and invades your personal space before grabbing your hand and placing it on his masculine and veiny arms, running it along towards his biceps. The muscles made his skin feel soft and rigid at the same time. You begin to step backward as he draws in closer; you are pinned by the desk behind you, which is limiting your movement. He directs his unwavering gaze at you while you return the gaze with doubt.

"Oh, y/n... You always make me feel so special. Whenever you complain about me, or how much you get worried about me when I go low hp. Your voice, your face... so perfect." He starts to caress your cheeks softly and starts to press himself unto you, his arms wrapping your waist in a controlling manner.

"How did you get here..?"

"It's 2023. Who said fictional characters can't be real?" (It's a joke)

He leans back and sat on your gaming chair before pulling you to to his lap.

"Remember how you always say you want to play Resident Evil and how you're always so excited to play me? Well, now you can." He smirked.

"What?"

"What?" He smiles.

"..."

"I know damn well you knew what I meant by that."

You suddenly raised an alcohol spray in front of his face before tugging on the handle to spread the solution on his face. He rapidly backs away, coughing violently as he shakes his hand in the air, hoping to get the alcohol in the air disperse. He continues to cough, but after some time, he was able to collect himself. He lifts his head again to meet your gaze, with a frown this time.

"Y/n, what the hell?!"

"Stop being a creep. You're making the situation worse, I don't even know what the hell is going on at this point. Let alone a video game character flirting the fuck out of my ass." You frowned as well.

He couldn't help but make a low, seductive chuckle, "Not everything needs to make sense, y/n. Just enjoy the moment while I'm here. It's not all the time you get an opportunity like this."

Damn right.

He wasn't altogether off base with his statements, but they did make you pause for a second. After a short while, you make up your mind to speak but are quickly silenced by his finger as he leans in closer and looks intently at you from those blue eyes of his.

"Shh... Less talking, more actions." He whispers against your ear, his hot breath fanning your earlobe.

He leans in again, you can't move because he's pressing you against the desk. With admiration in his eyes, he leans in closer. Pink blush spreads across your face. Your favorite video game character becoming a real person, much alone being this close to you, made it seem as though time had frozen. This situation seemed so overwhelming that your mind felt like it would malfunction. Your surroundings and the sounds of the outside world were drowned out by Leon in front of you and the moment as his breath fanned across your lips and your eyes locked with his.

You thought you might pass out at any moment. You weren't accustomed to having a man this near to you. Your thinking suddenly became cloudy and your vision began to blur as soon as his lips got within a few inches of you. The world around you then abruptly fades to black, and your consciousness begins to drift away...

...

(Insert bird chirping sound effects...)

You lift your eyelids up and slowly awaken in your familiar bed. You sat up, groaning as you supported your grogginess by placing a hand over your forehead, before finally gathering your composure and scanning your bedroom. It was quiet and still, perhaps even peaceful. The silent hum of your air conditioner, the sounds of birds chirping outside, and the sunlight shining through your window.

Suddenly, you recall yourself having that weird dream over your favorite video game character coming to life. So it was just a dream...

"What a weird dream. I could tell my best friend about that."

Suddenly, you hear a low groan behind you, quickly turning around to find that Leon had been sleeping right by your side the entire time. On your tiny solo bed, his large figure occupies 80% of the space. With a blank look, you blinked at him.

"... or maybe not."

This day couldn't get any weirder...

After a few moments, he slowly opens his eyes as well. Gaining his composure before his ice pupils glance over to you who's been staring at him with bewilderment. He lets out a chuckle and smirked as he sits up, "Aww sweetheart, don't give me that look. You're not happy to see daddy?"

With those words, you couldn't help but shot him a strange look on your face before you finally sighed in defeat. So it wasn't a dream... In an effort to make sense of everything, you got out of bed. You paced around, thinking thoroughly over this whole situation, before walking past your mirror and unintentionally noticing something on you. You came back to the mirror to discover a... hickey? on your neck. Oh no.

You start to notice more, one on each of your shoulders, inner thighs, and finally, the middle of your chest... But one thing was certain: you were pissed. Your eyes slowly returned to the man sitting on the edge of your bed, whistling and gazing out the window as if he had done nothing wrong. You took your slippers and tossed them in his direction in a fit of rage. He swiftly catches your slipper effortlessly before it even has a chance to touch his face, demonstrating his experience as an agent. A chuckle escapes his lips, obviously amused by your reaction.

"Come on, sweetheart. You're always so angry at me," He makes a small pout, "I just gave you a small massage last night, nothing wrong with that."

"Nothing wrong!? This motherfu-" With a fit of rage, you quickly stomped your way towards him and glance down at his figure, "What the hell did you do to me while I was unconscious!?" Your rage was building as you leaned in closer to him.

Your eyes locked into his as you await for him to mutter something, anything.

"Kiss me, baby. You look so hot staring at me like that, it turns me on..."

"What the fu-"

Sighing and shaking your head in annoyance, you think, "This man is impossible." Your brows wrinkled as you looked at him while leaning back and standing upright. A sigh escapes your lips, rubbing your temples in frustration.

"How the hell am I supposed to explain this if my colleagues or friends saw this, huh?"

He rolls his eyes in response, "Just tell them you have a new, hot, masculine boyfriend who's always there for your needs." He snickered at you before he displays his height and dominance by standing up straight in front of you. He almost seems to want you to feel helpless and weak in his presence, but you definitely don't want to. I mean - you're not a hoe now, are you?🤨

"You might as well just get used to this, sweetheart. I won't let you get away and I'm not leaving your side either. We'll be staying together, as one." He says firmly as he looks down at you.

He's not entirely wrong. He appears unmoved by anything you say to him about leaving, and he also appears to be really interested in staying with you. Furthermore, who knows what he'll do if you let him go free? let alone a fictional character actually existing. That most certainly isn't normal. For some reason, you have the impression that he was your obligation or responsibility in some way. But since you're already here, you may as well accept what's going on and possibly make an effort to make sense of it as time goes on.

"Fine..." You mutter reluctantly,

"Excellent. I'll be looking forward to being under your care, sweetheart." He makes a faint smirk.

Bonus scene -

You did a pregnancy test and thankfully you were safe.

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