#albet wesker

[ask-dbd-survivor-wesker]

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- This is a side blog

- Main blog: @ask--dbd--wesker

- Mun is 21, Muse 38 (RE1 Wesker)

- SFW and NSFW allowed

- This Wesker did betray his team and worked with Umbrella and injected himself with the T-Virus but later, after Umbrella betrayed him and he survived the kill from the tyrant, he betrayed Umbrella and after feeling remorse, he turned back to his team where he kept working as the STARS Captain. Now he is in the fog as a survivor with the rest of his team and some other new faces from the RPD.

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MORTAL

MORTAL ╱ for a scene from my muse's past in which they had a brush with death, either themselves or someone close to them

Captain Albet Wesker had been known for his brilliance, his sound tactics, and the fact that no matter what was thrown at him and his team, he always found a way to get them all out alive. Except, not this time. This time, everything that could've possibly gone wrong had- a statistical anomaly; a devastating one. He'd failed somehow- and as he stood before the sleeping tyrant, he wasn't sure exactly what he'd failed at. This was his life's work, wasn't it?

But S.T.A.R.S had been ... perhaps even more than the tyrant, the pet project he loved most. If it could be called love (because love didn't look like this, did it?).

He hears Chris and Rebecca behind him and from there, it's a blur. Rebecca's body hits the floor with a thud, and he doesn't think to check if he'd actually killed her or not- because deep down, he didn't want to sacrifice S.T.A.R.S. Umbrella wanted him to do that. Umbrella wanted him to do quite a few things that he'd rather not, but since when had he ever been given a choice in the matter?

Distantly, he's aware of the sound of something breaking. The tyrant's claws pierce his chest before he can react, and he knows this is where everything will change. It would be like falling asleep- only to wake up as something else. This was the feeling of dying?

An indeterminate amount of time passes and he barely registers the sensation of someone's hands on his neck (but to an untrained hand, his weak and thready pulse still marks him as dead). He knows these hands. He knows the footsteps, too. Chris.

Chris is leaving the ruined lab (and Rebecca is leaving, too? Clever girl, she wore her bulletproof vest). Chris is leaving him. Wesker realizes how tired he is, and maybe this is for the best. He isn't strong enough to fight the abyss- he falls willingly into it.

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