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draped in the visage of a dead man, blacklight found himself more at ease ; lacking a form to call his own, the virus, a pessimistic & paranoid creature by habit, ironically found home in the flesh of dr. alexander mercer, the most WANTED man on the face of the earth. the name never faded from broadcasts after the virus ravaged manhattan, brought up when domestic surveillance bills & biological threats passed the mouths of politicians. presumed dead ONLY to the public, the face of mercer was largely forgotten, but the name would carry on.

in spite of this, the virus still wore those dead eyes & pallid skin, introduced himself as alex to those he liked & mercer to those he didn’t ; keeping the two separate but not hidden. there were hundreds of alex mercers in the world & the dozens of whom lived in the us looked enough alike to find themselves interrogated, yet were released a decade ago. the dirty looks & raised brows faded with the fad, & yet there were always the unlucky ones to have a more intimate relationship with the infamous bioterrorist.

try as he may to hide the looks, the soldier couldn’t hide the shudder, the double take as his brain pieced the information together before SNAPPING back into normalcy ; too quick, too sudden & too sloppy. their eyes locked for a moment too long, yet strangely the man did not run, did not attempt to break line of sight & call the sighting in. regardless, he couldn’t suppress the rapid pulse pounding in his chest, the slick precipitation pooling in his palms, the adrenaline being released into his bloodstream : mercer could hear it all, smell the faint aroma of fear. stolen libraries of names & faces were available to him, yet no one he had devoured knew this man. the soldier, however, knew exactly what he was looking at. mercer stared, unblinking for a moment.

it was ultimately the monster to excuse himself first, passing by the crowd & changing his face once out of sight. he’d tail this ‘leo’ for a while : cold, statuette features & bold fashion replaced with new skin, vibrant eyes & appropriate clothes. he’d passed the man over a dozen times in different bodies, waiting for the moment they were both out of someone’s line of sight. the timing was perfect : a harsh pass under the skin of a thin blonde woman, brushing his shoulder just hard enough to get him to turn around & find the iron grip of a familiar face grab that same shoulder & with a flick, tossed him into an alley, sending him crashing against a dank brick wall.

❛ i want your name, rank & commanding officer. dog tags will do. keep it level or you’re dead. ❜ the monster leered, eyes much too glassy to belong to a living being glaring impassively into the human’s.

@dystcpiia​ / sc.

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[P͍rototype] .•°⊶°•. A̷̻l̳͇̖̫̘̬͕̩̳̬͕̬ex M̯̗̫̫͉̼̝̙̼erc̲̲̞̞̳̹̠͡er

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THE REVELATION… IT FREED ME, IT KILLED ME; PART OF ME WAS RELIEVED… AND PART OF ME DIED.         AN OFFSHOOT OF THE VIRUS THAT’D STRUCK HOPE IN ‘69…     BLACKLIGHT.

#BLATANTVIRUCIDE: independant, mildly selective BLACKLIGHT DX1118-C // ALEX MERCER of radical entertainment’s 2009 videogame [PROTOTYPE]. canon divergent, highly crossover friendly; OCs welcome! // ART CREDIT

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so yeah i didnt die i was just really busy these past fe days... but tonight ill be back!

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like for a starter i don’t got work today

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i still owe those starters, i didnt forget im just busy, slow or doing tourneys

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wait there’s a prototype fandom?

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though a far cry from silent, the forested landscape proved to be a relief to the virus ; his time logging in the alaskan wilds, contemplating his own place among the planet’s previous apex predators came to mind : the sounds of the wild being his only tangible companion in his cabin. the brisk, taintless air, the erratic rustling an insurmountable mass of leaves making noise to cover the scurrying of rodents & opportunistic predators fresh on their tails. the bears, the distant streams lying undisrupted by human activity. nostalgia would be an apt description for a human, but for blacklight this was a simple pleasure of being unobserved, for a while.

beneath the trees, the ground turned pitch, mercer’s reflective hues flashing at the most minute glints of light. he could clearly detect thermal signatures of the creatures around him ( a redundant shift he decided to keep nonetheless ), sense the prickling of spiders wrapping their meals for later, hear the muted heartbeats of small ambushers holding their breaths around him, the natural world chimed its cacophony of natural sounds, yet something aside from the virus was out of place here : movements strangely not linked to muted clicking of muscle friction, the careful shifting of grass beneath one’s feet & clawed digits gently pressing against bark. 

abruptly, mercer turned in its direction, noting a distinct pause of all movement as the creature attempted camouflage. if he were as he appeared, mercer would not have noticed the creature at all, but his gaze far surpassed that of most creatures. like blacklight, this creature did not breathe, yet unlike the viral construct, the claws peeking around the curvature of the tree it currently hid behind possessed very little warmth. interesting.

❛ i can see you back there. ❜ head tilted upward beneath his hood, arms crossing as blacklight clicked his tongue mockingly. very few animals stalked humans ( even fewer lived in these climates ) & this creature moved with an intelligent coordination, yet it wasn’t intelligent enough to stay far away. ❛ come out. ❜

@sonorusgloom​ / sc.

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when enveloped in his own stolen skin, blacklight was not one for subtlety ; try as he might he were too blunt, too direct, intentions worn on faux sleeves & etched into pallid features. the virus was often described as a wild animal, too instinctual & rarely moving with premeditated planning. he did not play nice, he simply played & watched his effects manifest. there was no hiding that intense stare, sculpted features remaining unnervingly still, not a breath or twitch accompanying them. he may as well have been a statue himself, for how long he watched the creature across from him. thermal scans showed a lack of organs & keen sense of smell detected a lack of indicative natural chemicals attached to her person. she did not perspire, her heart did not beat. she was for all intents & purposes a walking bag of flesh.

just like blacklight.

like the infected... & yet, there was no pull of the hive, no concentration of viral chains attached to her cells, no whispering. it was intriguing, concerning. so he watched, waited & allowed her to catch his gaze & come to him. he had all day.

@zhuangshii​​​​​​​​ / sc.

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i am once again asking mutuals to add me on discord RETRO#1062

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im at work but alex can punch so hard humans explode like minifigs in a lego game

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monster bf using his tail during sex: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

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though alex prefers to be called alex or alex mercer (never alexander), he refers to himself as blacklight. though alex is the identity he has chosen to adopt, he realizes he is neither human nor the doctor which created him: being more akin to the monster than frankenstein. thus, as a reference to his own autonomy, as well as to never consider lingering thoughts of being or needs of becoming human.

as the blacklight virus has been dubbed the mercer virus by blackwatch, alex refers to himself as mercer, though referencing the name of the virus as opposed to the virologists' last name.

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oh yeah i literally forgot about this thing i was trying to paint 

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mercer once had assumed humanity & like minded creatures developed empathy out of necessity, an evolutionary byproduct of primal squeamishness. seeing a corpse which looked like oneself was troubling, ergo witnessing their deaths was traumatizing. blacklight was beyond such an evolutionary crutch, created from a single-minded drive to kill without trace & was more effective at such than his creators could have imagined.

viruses were formed with a need to kill & reproduce, mercer operated as such. even when fooled into believing his faux skin were his own true face, the virus found it extraordinarily difficult to be moved by human suffering, kindness & grief. their insides were made out of the same biological components as the outside, therefore it was all the same. people saw differently, found conflict with his methods. they demanded he leave the dismemberment to a minimum, so he instead formed concave impressions on their chests. when they demanded he not devour his foes, he chooses to do so in secret & spare others the knowledge on his true nature. now, he is kindly requested not to slaughter his opponents, under the logic that they were simply unable to destroy blacklight & were thus non-threats. 

mercer possessed no biological urge to breathe, yet an exasperated sigh left his lips all the same.

❛ i don’t see a point in letting them live. they’ll only get bold & come back. ❜

@gainsborro​​​​​​​ / sc.