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Didn’t realize it’s been months since I posted these, but sadly, I won’t be continuing the Albert Wesker x Oc thing💀🙏 might post another character x oc thing with better and prepared plot tho👍

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★ - Deceived Angel | Albert Wesker x OC - ★ Shorts(?!)

"Family Affair"

A/N: Sooo I've decided that I will be making shorts for this series which will mostly be side stories or a dlc if this was a game something like that. And uhhh they may or may not be revealing some OC history, a particular day of some characters, etc. I would also like to thank the readers who are reading my stuff cuz I really did not expect people would read them. So thank you and i hope you enjoy🙏👍😍

TW: Abandonment, brother-sister relationship, lying.

Main Series: Part 1 Part 2

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"What's it like?" The sound of a clicking pen came to a halt. He tilted his head and raised a brow, "What's like what?" The man's leg continued to bounce up and down, I took note of it. He's bored when he does that. My back pressed itself on the wooden chair while crossing my arms, "You know," I inhaled and pointed a finger at him. "Being normal?" My eyes were engraved on the nameplate on his white vest, but I payed attention to his word, like he does to me. He was Project Borris' caretaker. The only person who never feared to approach me or my sister, the only person who was willing to take care of us.

I felt his wary gaze planted on me, he became still, interested. Even his shadow was speechless. The brunette man set his pen on the desk beside us and leaned back against his chair. "I don't know..." A hand found its way to his head, brushing his dark brown locks, looking for an answer. "It's fine. I mean, I guess it's the same as you, but... powerless and free?"

Phillip Borris, it read. There was a moment of silence between us. We enjoyed each other's company, even though we were different, he still saw us as his family.

"Do you think she's still alive?" I asked again, with a quiet voice. He stopped again and looked at the pen on the desk, his shadow tasted like uncertainty. "Probably. She's not hard to kill, so, yeah... I think that's that." His leg started to fidget again, he was uncomfortable, but I understood. Losing a sister felt weird, especially when you can't do anything about it. "I think she's onto something." His head was hanging low, arms crossed, leg still. 'He is thinking' my shadow whispered.

"I think so too. And I don't think it's a good one." He huffed, his hand now massaging the back of his neck. Something about it offended me. I was unsure why even though he had a point, that couldn't be it. "It's really no use thinking about her, Angel." The atmosphere changed rapidly, the air thickening, making the both of us tense. "We both know we can't do anything about it, so stop and just comply, unless you want them to hurt you." His voice raised slightly. He had told me that multiple times, yet I ask the same thing again and again.

The room fell silent again, one which we disliked, one that used to happen rarely, until our sister's disappearance. He chuckled, "You're so stubborn. You know that?" The brunette snatched his belongings on the table and stood, stopping to ruffle my hair. "You're going already?" I pouted, hoping for him to stay a little longer. Instead, he gave me a reassuring smile, "They're gonna be analyzing your results now. Once that's over, you're free."

There was that word again. My smile morphed into a frown, my heart clenched, and my stomach turned. Albert said it better. "I'm not leaving this place, am I?" I asked. He stopped halfway to the door, his shadow tensing. The news upset me, my hopes were crushed, fading away into the air.

"You're a bad liar. You know that?" I mocked.

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★ - Deceived Angel | Albert Wesker x OC - ★ Part 2

A/N: Sorry for the late upload I was busy. Hahaha school.

TW: Abandonment, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, drugging, possessive actions.

Main Series: Part 1 Shorts: Family Affair

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"Perfect..." The word circled around my mind long after our encounter, staining my ego in the quiet moments of isolation.

I smiled, seated in a spacious white room with a transparent pane before me. No longer bound by chains, the white-clad figures gave me a slightly bigger amount of freedom in my confined world.

It's been some time since our last meeting, yet the memory remains vivid. Though loneliness grips me, my shadow remains a faithful companion, a mere fragment of myself. The ringing in my ears came to a halt when the scientists outside started to mumble outside the glass.

"We think she's grown fond of you, sir, since your meeting months ago," they murmured, their voices tinged with uncertainty. "We did the same experiments that we did on Subject V, but her outputs were all similar to you."

A familiar figure entered the laboratory as I stood, my eyes widened in realization as I recognized the person. It was him. My prince charming, arriving to rescue me from this horrendous dungeon. Albert was it? Carefully, I walked up to the glass, admiring every detail of his features. As I rested a palm on the clear surface dividing us, a sense of tranquility washed over me. There was something about his presence, something about him, that made me feel safe and secure, even behind those enigmatic black sunglasses. At least, that's what my caretaker told me it was.

"I suppose you were waiting for my return," He stood still, looking down at me. Unaware, the shadow emerged behind me and pressed its face to take a closer look at you. We were both in awe at our guest.

Slowly, it seemed to grow impatient, pacing around the room. Soon after, it banged its fists on the glass with great force, a crack managing to creep its way into the middle. It clawed, punched, and screeched at him. The scientists began to worry, informing my prince to step away from the glass. Carefully, he stepped back before returning his gaze to the dark figure in my cell.

My heart sank as a deep, ominous sound filled the air, reverberating through my ears. I reached out to cover them, the shadow retreating back to me. It was their form of punishment to us whenever I would misbehave to them.

It was painful, I've always hated this punishment. I dropped and curled myself onto the floor, surrendering as my hands lacked the strength to block the painful echo.

After what seemed like an eternity, they silenced the cacophony and studied me intently. Covered in sweat, I felt a moment of weakness wash over me. As I kept my eyes closed, their voices wandered through the glass, arguing in hushed tones.

The scientists were talking to him, one sat in front of a computer, the rest standing beside him. They seemed to be showing him something. He glared at me for a moment before twisting his full body to look at me. This is bad. He knows me. My heart raced as he began to move.

I flinched upon hearing my cell door open, two figures in heavy equipment entered, followed closely by him. Approaching slowly, he tried to make sure not to trigger anything that could set off my temper. His figure towered over me, his shadow covering the ground near my feet, and I tasted it. That was when I knew what he was hiding from me and the others.

He gave me a stern glare before kneeling down in front of me. "You poor thing," He cooed, stroking my cheek. "I won't hurt you," he reassured me with a gentle voice, too distracted to hear a hint venom in his tone. As he spoke, the shadow emerged from the ground, swirling around him smoothly like a liquid matter, its movements fluid and graceful, in contrast to its violent gesture from earlier. He dragged his gaze to the shadow, knowing that he shouldn't let his guard down. As the shadow scanned every part of him, I sensed a formidable power within him, slightly surpassing my own. But then I would let my guard down.

His hand slowly moved down from my face and landed on my shoulder. "I know everything about you, Subject A." My eyes widened at the pressure, his hand gripping my throat with great force in a flash. His strength allowed him to hold me with one hand without breaking a sweat, pinning me against the glass wall, cracking it slightly in the process. "I know your true intentions, Borris. And if you pull that move again, you will be exterminated. Am I clear?" Tears started to prickle in my eyes, desperate for air, I nodded and let out a choked sound. He let go at once, my foot thudding against the padded floor when I dropped. The men with the heavy equipment approached me cautiously, lasers pointed on my forehead, their barrels standing a foot away from me. "For the next few days, you will be transferred to a different room. There you will interact with another test subject. If you treat him correctly, you will be moved to another room with normal humans. If you treat them correctly, again, you will be granted with freedom." It was too much. His aura, his shadow, everything about him was evil. He is stronger than me.

"I will take that as a 'yes'." He answered his own question before leaving, the soldiers following him.

My breathing started to calm, though my throat was still numb from his iron grip. I was scared, he caught me off guard, who knows what else he'll do to me next time.

'but...'

"Project Borris: Subject A commencing transfer."

I gripped my throat, mimicking his past gesture to me. The people in bodysuits began to enter my room and seized my doing, attaching a collar to my neck with a glowing red dot.

'He will set me free...'

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★ - Deceived Angel | Albert Wesker x OC - ★ Part 1

A/N: The POV is from a girl named Angel Borris, but you may interpret her as you. She is one of Umbrella's successful test subjects. This is my first time writing fanfics and English is not my first language so please excuse the mess😭I also have not played any of their games but I have watched their live-action movies and some gameplays, so I apologize if this isn't lore-accurate🙏 TW: Abandonment, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, drugging.

Main Series: Part 2 Shorts: Family Affair

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Amid the chaos, I found myself lost. Trapped in a tangled state of emotions. White-clad figures ran away from me while the sharp wail of alarms pierced through the flood of frantic voices. My heart pumped fast as I stood frozen in the hallway, her words echoing constantly in my mind like a broken record. "Stay."

Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps drew in. Instinctively, I prepared for defense, but before I could make a move, multiple arms seized me, pulling me back with a force I could've resisted. I was surrounded by people with helmets, pointing their guns at me, yelling at me to stay down. Panic surged through me as I struggled against the solid grip, but all was ended when a sharp pain traveled through my neck.

Within the darkness, I made out murmurs circling around me, my limbs sensing restraint. Panic surged as I shot my eyes open. A heartbeat monitor stood to my left, my arms and legs were bound to the chair, wires attached to my head. Two people entered, one in white, the other in black. The one in black had something on his face, covering his eyes, something I haven't seen before.

"Why are you out of your cell? How did you get out?" He asked me. I couldn't tell if he was mad or not, his voice sounded deeper than the I'm used to hearing.

"I-I…" I stuttered, meeting his deadpan gaze with slight aggression, though fear hid beneath the surface. "I wanted to escape," I confessed, my voice trembling slightly as I tried to assert dominance. Who does he think he is? Surely, I hold more power than him. He was just another person trying to belittle me. He's just another scientist, a distraction from an approaching needle.

He huffed and tilted his head. "Is that so? Why would you do that? We've given you a home. Why would you abandon it?” I remained silent. They did give me a home. This is my home.

The man in white placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered to him, “Let’s just return her to her cell, Albert.”

"Where's my sister...?" As his silence stained the atmosphere, a sense of threat crept over me, his slow, advancing steps adding to my anxiety. The flickering lights cast erratic shadows, panic growing among the people in white. Their unhinged movements mirrored the fear I felt, their shadows betraying their inner turmoil.

"What did you do to her?!" I screamed, my jaw slightly ajar, revealing the inside of my mouth. Suddenly, a dark, massive figure emerged from the ground, steadily growing in size. With a deafening roar, it rampaged through the room, claiming three lives in its wake. I struggled to break free, desperately attempting to fend off the remaining threat with my one free arm.

"BORRIS!" The man in black snapped, halting our tantrums, and drawing our attention to him. "Enough. Your sister escaped," he huffed, tone heavy with resignation. "Our efforts to bring her back were unsuccessful. There's no doubt that she won't get caught by locals. She's very good at hiding."

"It's actually a shame, you know. Her gift was very high in potential. Similar to yours, her skills were very promising." The man in white remarked.

As we both recovered from the outburst, the figure eased back into place, returning to its usual form. For a moment, we locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between us. A tear of frustration slipped down my cheek, betraying the emotions swirling within. Gently, he drew closer, his touch tender as he wiped away the tear, wordlessly offering solace in the face of uncertainty.

Suddenly, his grip slightly tightened on my jaw, gently guiding my eyes to his. His expression was unreadable, even for his shadow. He waited for a response, for another fit of rage, until he spoke.

"How does it feel to realize you've been held captive by the company since childhood?" he murmured, his voice gruff with unsettling tranquility, "And now, abandoned by your own blood to become our new 'perfect' subject?"

My eyes sparked a light, twinkling with hope. "Perfect? What makes me greater than her?" I tensed, disbelief creeping into my voice. "Why do you think she managed to escape this place? They've been feeding her, giving her more." I protested, my words laced with doubt and confusion.

In the intense moment, he leaned in close, his warm breath brushing against my face. Time stopped as we locked into each other's gaze, an uncertain sensation sending shivers down my spine. "Indeed she was." he acknowledged, "She was an excellent girl, but her disobedience grew. She became aware of her immense power and worth, leading to her escape. She bit the apple of the garden and fled. She became a liability. You, on the other hand, are the perfect candidate to replace her. Gifted and cooperative. In that regard... you are perfect." He concluded and tucked a hair behind my ear. 

"You are a gift to our program," he declared, his words carrying both promise and ominous intent. "A gem to be polished and treasured. Even now, your potential shines brightly, and we intend to nurture it to the fullest." I knew his words tinged with venom, yet I was tempted to be poisoned with his deceit.

Left in a daze, he turned on his heel, leaving me with the people in white. They were now attaching tubes to my arm, I'm not sure why, but a great sense of power coursed through my veins. "Put her back in her cell and get them to look for the other one. We can't risk that bitch to breach the facility." I sighed, heat rushing through my face. Closing my eyes, I let the praise wash over my mind, like a comforting embrace from my prince charming. "I'm perfect..."

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Should I make a Character x OC