#wesker thought he achieved something

[forthevillains]

Obsession

Albert Wesker X fem! Reader [slight nsfw]

(My mind keeps wandering to the foreign places that probably should’ve stayed foreign :’).)

You were a basic woman, to say the least, nothing unusual about you, your job, your behavior. You were a normal person, a human being of your own who wished nothing more than to stay among the crowd, to stay in line, to be invisible to everyone else so that you could live your own life. It’s not like you cared of your surroundings that much anyway, you had clear goals, you had a dream life you wished to achieve and all you did was work and focus on yourself as you barely had anything or anyone in your life, you’ve lost everything you had the moment you moved abroad, to study, to finally go to the college of your dreams only to be thrown out months later. It was just you, you and no one else, a miserable young woman with nothing in life but goals yet to be achieved.

However what you didn’t know was the man who hid behind every corner of yours, the man who was always with you even though you didn’t even know him, you didn’t even know he was there at all. He always followed you, sly like a fox, his red eyes watching you, observing you at any given time, when you went grocery shopping, when you were at work, even when you were at home - he was always there with you, watching, creeping in the shadows like a demon sent from hell for you and only you. But you had no idea as you had enough problems of your own and even though he was yet to be the biggest one - it was better that you didn’t know.

He saw everything, every state of yours, how you writhed in ecstasy as your sinful fingers slid between your folds, gathering all the slickness as they moved in fast motions, your moans escaping you, sounding like a music to his ears and he wished it was his fingers instead, pleasuring you, bringing you over the edge. He saw you how you cried, your sadness so overwhelming you could barely stay awake, your desperate little body trembling in the sheets of your bed, wishing for nothing more than an escape, someone to hold onto. He saw how you were smiling as you were reading your favorite book, eyes hungrily swallowing each word. He saw all of it and it made his heart ache for an unknown reason. Especially seeing you cry made him crave you more than ever, wanting to wrap his strong arms around your delicate body, to keep you safe from all your worries, all your wrongs, to show you how good he could be just for you.

Wesker was obsessed with you, when or how that happened didn’t matter at all but the amount of love he felt for you couldn’t be overlooked no more. He barely knew you at all and yet there was something pulling him closer, so strong he went out of his way only to gather information about you, to get to know you through papers if he couldn’t do so in real life. He would never go as far as to ask you out on his own, knowing he couldn’t stay away for even a second if you talked to him, if he was to hear that sweet voice of yours saying his name. Only thinking of a moment like that made him close his eyes, hoping to see your face instead of the darkness, letting his imagination go free for a mere second, wanting nothing more than to make it a reality. He wanted you, your mind, your soul and your body. He wished for all of that to belong to him, though he didn’t want to scare you off. He kept reminding himself that if you ever were to exchange a word with him, you’d be terrified. No matter his charm, no matter his calm, soothing voice, he knew he’d scare you off.

He was crazy, he was absolutely insane when it came to you and you alone. Once a man so sure of himself now felt like a little loser, afraid of rejection. No there was more to it… He couldn’t, he just couldn’t do it. He can surely live with just watching you right? He can easily do that. Perhaps his obsession would go away if you finally had a life with someone else, if you found happiness in someone.

At least he thought that, until he saw you accompanied by another man. He didn’t care who that was, his jaw clenched as he tried to suppress his anger, the glass he held in his right hand threatening to crack in his tight hold and he did his best not to storm out of the bar he was in, disguised (even though he hated them and also the alcohol. But what wouldn’t he do for you?). Jealousy filled his veins, his mind. That should be him next to you, touching you so gently, pulling you into a hug, taking you wherever the two of you were headed. He was so confident he’d treat you much better he’s decided to remove that man from your life and simply make a move. Wesker wouldn’t kill him, of course, that would surely devastate you, though he made sure to gather enough information, to find all the dirt he could only to throw it in the poor man’s face. To make him lose everything, including you.

You were his and only his, whether you knew it or not. Whether you wanted or not. He cared not. And believe you’d get a hint after a third guy who tried to talk to you, to get to know you, suddenly left and never came back. Just so you could find roses from Wesker on your doorstep the next day. You’d know he owned you, he knew you would…

[savage-rhi]

Rhi, since an ouroboros is a type of dragon, could you please write something about Wesker and ouroboros for the lunar new year/year of the dragon?

Coming up!

A hypnotic trance fell upon Wesker as his eyes watched the black tendrils encircle around his left arm. Although the bio-matter felt cold, there was a warmth to it's movements; akin to a snake's belly scales having been heated by a sun basked rock. The whisps of noise it created from coiling had Wesker cant his head with fascination, smiling with a look of awe that was seldom seen.

In all his years, he had never encountered a virus that felt alive to where he could've sworn it possessed an intelligence of its own making. An intelligence that enabled him to achieve his ends. If he could compare the power to anything, it was as if he was sharing his body with a dragon. A serpent so vast that most would perish under the weight of its flames and coils. Yet here he stood like the knights of yore, having tamed the beast for his own arsenal--to destroy and conquer castles long thought to be impenetrable, to conquer the world.

The liquid mass pulsed like a heartbeat with an off rhythm, trying to find it's footing against flesh and bone. With his mind, Wesker guided the tendrils to ease itself against his skin to which it obeyed with a certain reverence. The whisps crackled and Wesker smirked as determination filled his crimson-yellow eyes. He gazed up at a large computer screen, looking at endless text and pictures of individuals who would play a part in his little game.

2024 would be different. He would make certain this body wouldn't fail again like it had before in 2009. Uroboros had been broken in unlike last time. The dragon was under his own set of wings, ready to burn all that opposed it's master.

Wesker would make his last stand count. The year of the dragon was a sign--an omen of things to come.

It was his time.

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[deadbydangit]

hello there again ! i'm the "S/O that draws" anon :D just to mention , i LOVED what you wrote !!! can i make a request with that same prompt again ? but with other killers (plague, ghostface, and wesker ! )

Aww, I'm so glad! Of course I can. These three are probably the best for this prompt. Please enjoy.

With a Reader who likes to draw.

Plauge, Ghostface, Mastermind

Plauge

Oh, you're an artist?

While she has no drawing experience, she often copied down scriptures when she was in the real world.

So she has beautiful handwriting.

But she's never tried her hand at drawing.

She'll give it a shot.

Gift her a sketch pad.

She'll be very grateful.

She's not great, but she enjoys it.

She usually draws what she seems.

Flora and fauna, things in nature.

Her favorite subjects are usually flowers.

Since flowers usually die in her grasp, she'll give you the drawings.

It's the next best thing.

She'll look at your work from a distance.

She's thrown up on her sketch pad more than once.

She doesn't want to destroy your work.

Shyly, she'll ask you to try and draw her God.

She doesn't want to offend her Sea God by drawing them poorly.

Adris trusts you more.

And she doesn't want to risk drawing and getting sick on the picture of the gods.

She knows you'll draw them perfectly.

You do everything perfectly.

Ghostface

Ohh~ You're drawing something?

Lemme see that!

He isn't asking.

He's going to yank it out of your hand.

"Damn, you're pretty good. Think you can draw me?"

Part of him is kidding.

But if you actually do it, he's going to frame that shit.

He looks so good, could you blame him?

He'll ask you to draw him in different costumes or positions.

If you want to give Danny a present, just draw him something.

He's kind of an asshole.

If you leave your sketches unattended, he will totally draw on it.

You come back and the person you're drawing has a mustache.

Or a dick on their head.

Or even 'Ghostface was here'

He'll be snickering like a teenager.

Get him his own sketch pad.

He isn't that good.

But he enjoys drawing cartoons.

They're highly inappropriate and obscene.

He's that immature.

Try messing with some of his drawings too.

He might act like he's upset.

But Danny will start laughing moments later.

Mastermind

What are you up to?

Oh, you're drawing.

At least it isn't a waste of time.

You're achieving something.

There is an end goal.

It isn't particularly useful.

But as long as you're having fun.

Sometimes Wesker will look through your sketches.

Very nice.

If you're gone for extended periods of time, he might grab your pad and do a little doodle in it.

He's actually very good.

Though his imagination leaves very little to be desired.

It will be the most basic picture, often things he sees in front of him.

A lamp.

A book.

But they're very well detailed.

He won't tell you he drew in your pad.

You'll just open it open and there is a very good drawing of an apple.

Confront him about it, and he'll simply smile.

"Oh, I had some extra time. So I thought I'd give it a try."

He's totally showing off.

And he's absolutely trying to impress you.

And you can't say it isn't impressive.

[virulentmastermind]

@willxtoxsurvive has entered the web

𝐃𝐑. 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. It was what he was owed, of course, for years of service - practically from birth - and in his final moments before he turned coat, he was going to steal the rug out from under his old friend, Dr. William Birkin. Birkin had been up to more things than just floundering around Annette's skirt, it seemed. He'd been working on something special. The G-Virus.

And Albert desired it. Not only would it be evidence enough for the United States to see that the Umbrella Corporation had been working on biological weapons, it would also be perfect for Wesker to sell to the highest bidder. Once he procured a small sample to study for himself, of course.

Wesker descends to the underground lab that he'd visited many times before. After all, it was in this very lab that Albert had become the crowning achievement of the Spencer Foundation - unbeknownst to him - when he'd been injected with the Progenitor virus. Black combat boots strike hard against the metal plating, before coming into contact with a dark brown, viscous substance that attempts and fails to seep through his rubber sole. The puddle squelches beneath his even & measured step. Crimson boot prints stain the floor as he walks.

Blood. Beautiful.

Its presence is known to him, so familiar. The iron smells sweet to his senses... But why are there puddles of it, scattered everywhere, staining the elegant floor of the underground compound?

Newly enhanced eyes sweep the too-quiet corridors. No alarms, nothing. Almost as if someone had shut down all the defenses.

"You are getting too lazy, William," Albert hisses, the thought of If I was still security chief, this would have never happened, dancing around that grandiose + confident brain of his.

And though the hairs at the back of his neck do not stand up, Wesker is acutely aware that something has gone wrong in his dear old friend's lab.

𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐍, 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋. Surprisingly, he is not intercepted for some time, and manages to almost make his way completely to Birkin's lab before being attacked by a zombie. The creature is felled in one shot, but the sound is enough to alert William of Wesker's presence. He steps out from a panel and calls Albert over.

"Birkin," comes the stilted syllables rolling off of Albert's tongue.

"You're alive," William simply says.

What ensues after their little acknowledgement of each other is a verbal fight that explodes like a powder keg. Wesker throws everything in Birkin's face: how he felt betrayed, how he was going to take the G-Virus for himself, and how he was going to make sure that William went down for all of this.

Albert knows, deep down, that he is only being petty over William's fascination with Annette.

But that doesn't matter. Only he does.

The gun is trained on William's chest as the last sample of the G-Virus is clutched between shaking fingers. The weapon glints in the light, and Wesker is all cold gunmetal and tundra, motioning for the sample with a tilt of his head.

"Give it here. I will not ask again. You know me, William, I do despise repeating myself."

It is only then that Albert allows himself to see the blood blossoming upon white fabric, littering Birkin's abdomen and chest in brilliant crimson.

A sudden sound breaks the tension that bubbles so thick between them: a door clambering open with a shriek. All at once, many things occur, dominoes falling into place.

A ragtag group enters the lab. William Birkin injects his dying body with the G-Virus and starts to mutate. Dr. Albert Wesker turns on his heel and takes cover, because while he had successfully mutated, he isn't so sure that William will survive, nor is he sure just who - or what - William will become after the infection.

William doubles and triples in size, part of his arm becoming engorged with blood, a single eye dancing at its center, desperate to see just who was causing ruckus in the lab. Birkin starts to rage as a target is spotted, a man in a gas mask. He charges at pipes while the man moves and says something about the group pushing forward.

And Wesker simply watches. . . until he turns and is face to face with the same group from earlier, a woman whose covered face draws his eye. Her hair is short and dark, framing her face, and a blond brow lifts in slight amusement over his own black glasses.

"Hm..."

Eyes suddenly shift to see the USS patches on their uniforms. The Umbrella Security Service. He could work with that.

"Dr. Albert Wesker," he murmurs, "Chief security officer. I was responding to an on call complaint about the lab security network being down. Identify yourselves as per protocol."

[prettycutebunny]

Sugar, spice, and lies

Albert wesker x reader

Tw: toxic relationship, hints of cheating, wesker.

Lights illuminated the entryway as he took off his shoes ignoring the neat cabinet behind the door. He ripped off his jacket in annoyance, trying to get out of his uniform as fast as possible. He tossed it aside on the couch smelling the aromatic scent of garlic and butter. The familiar back was putting the plates neatly on the table before you turned to give him the sweetest smile possible.

“Welcome home ! How was your day ?”

The distinct smell of cherry blossom, warm vanilla, and spun sugar attacked his nose. Your arm hugged his torso close, covering him with the perfume you loved.

“ Fine”

He responded curtly as he sat down.

You were disappointed in his response, he could tell by the hurt look on your face. It didn’t discourage the tale of your day however; as you started talking about the rude customer you had to deal with as you hung his jacket on the coat hanger near the alleyway.

Toning you out was easy, all he wanted to think about was the companies he’d reach out to once his work succeeded. Nothing as heavenly as the thought of being free from umbrella and STARS with his pockets full. Pushing the empty’s plate out, he walked to his office without looking back to you calling his name.

The office was his space and you understood that. Once he’s there, he will not be distributed under any circumstances. What greeted him as soon as he opened his computer was an email from Birkin about the date of the next experiment. They’ve both been working hard toward the T virus and the tyrant project for a while now. Birkin is the only person he has any respect for and he ended up spending hours tying up any loose ends.

The last email told him everything he needed to know. They’re to head back to arkaly Mountain for a week for the final round of experiment. Sleep is what he needs and no distractions are allowed. The bedroom was dimly lit as you laid on the bed wearing what he assumed was a new set of lingerie. He frowned at your attempt of seduction, feeling the headache returning.

“I’m tired”

He said as your face fell instantly.

He turned his back on you ignoring the sounds of your footsteps rushing to the bathroom.

How long has it been since he was home ? The week turned into two as his phone buzzed for the third time today. He felt anger bubble up at the caller deciding to answer your call finally.

“Albert ? Are you okay ? Is ….”

“Listen here dear”

He cut you off, his last word dripping with venom.

“I’m busy working and you’re getting in my way. Stop with this childish behavior.”

Silence answered him, something he felt quite satisfied with while hanging up.

Driving back home after a month felt nostalgic. He’s achieved what he aimed to and was very pleased with it. Maybe he should wine and dine you ? You’ve been a good girl and taken the hint, never calling him once again. He opened the door to a dark room and raised an eyebrow. His shoes were off on the floor while turning the lights on. His jacket found its way home on the couch as the place looked vacant.

Clenching his jaw, he started making himself a small dinner while the gears turned in his head. It was 3am and you were yet to return. He never thought he’d see the day that you stayed outside after midnight . The headache returned as he headed to the bed determined to rest and punish you in the morning. You better have a good excuse for making him wait.

Did you really just go to sleep without doing your chores ? There’s a limit to how brazen a person can be. It took all of his self control not to go and confront you then and there. He’s going to be late to his work at the police station. He already took a long vacation and STARS are integral to his plan. You just have to wait for his return.

“GOOD MORNING CAPTAIN”

The annoying voice of redfield made his ears ring; the younger man started blabbering about. That menace was in a good of a mood and was determined to rub it in everyone’s face.

“Someone got lucky last night”

Brad's laughing voice came in as Chris high fives him excitedly.

This caused Richard fo join in.

“Are those yesterday’s clothes ? Walk of shame much ?”

“You know it ! Man she’s amazing ! …”

He escaped to his office escaping the hell that conversion was. The peace and quiet he enjoyed lasted about half an hour before it was cut short. The knock on his door made him snarl as he barked.

“What ?”

The door opened with a hesitant redfield holding a file.

“The monthly report needs your approval before submitting.”

“Fine, bring it.”

Chris placed the file on the desk before leaving in a hurry hoping not to annoy his captain anymore. What he didn’t know, the file wasn’t the only thing he left behind. Because the moment he got close, the smell of cherry blossom, warm vanilla, and spun sugar mixed with the brunette spiced cologne hung in the air.

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Hi, I really like Albert wesker. I wanted to know if you still write about it. and what do you think about jake's mother. I was wondering if you could write something about this. i think wesker liked her maybe she was the closest he had to affect anyone. I wanted to know his opinion. it could be in a story maybe kkk I lose my english. it's not my native language.

Note: it's alright, I understand what you want! I made these headcanons. I hope you find them useful!

Word count: 529.

Warnings: none. 

I think they met randomly, probably while waiting in line for coffee. I assume Wesker noticed her because of her red and beautiful hair or her blue eyes (based on Jake's appearance). They exchanged a few words, and that's when he noticed her accent.

After they buy the coffee, they sit at a table and get to know each other better. She tells him that she came from Edonia and that she's only staying for a couple of months for job-related purposes; maybe she was a reporter.

Since they can't stay long, they are forced to leave, but not before Wesker gives her his personal number.

I believe they began dating after that. Wesker would take her to nice restaurants, parks, and museums to get to know her better. He enjoyed her honest and hard-working personality.

After a date, he suggests that you go to his place and, well, do the deed.

I think they were pretty close to each other, and maybe their relationship would flourish if Wesker wouldn't sabotage it. Upon feeling her getting closer, his fight or flight response would be triggered, resulting in paranoia and anxiety. In his line of work, he was constantly backstabbed by the people he trusted, so he tries not to form attachments. He has had coworkers, lovers, and friends betray him, so he is wary.

Not only that, he is also cautious with his own feelings. Jake's mom never knew about his true job. She thought he was in the military, and that's it, so her feelings for him were genuine. She adored him not because he feared him or because he was wealthy, but because of who he was and how gentle he was with her.

Wesker knew that, at some point, she'd discover his true life. She wasn't stupid. She had already begun to wonder why he leaves late at night or disappears for days. His lies won't last, and upon discovering his true self, she'll probably hate him.

He didn't want to be a villain in her eyes. He wanted to continue to tell this beautiful lie for her, a lie that he had told a million times.

So, after a few months, he broke up with her. He told her yet another lie: he'll be deployed soon and doesn't know how long he'll be there.He ignored her sadness and her promises that she'd wait for him no matter how long he'd be away. While talking, she told him that she loved him. Wesker was relieved to break up before things got more complicated, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt him a little. He didn't have many people to love him for who he was.

They walked on their own paths. She got back to Edonia, while he returned to Umbrella. Among his sadness was a tinge of relief that she had returned to her homeland with the beautiful illusion he had created, one wrapped in the genuine feelings of a woman who loved him solely for who he was, not what he could achieve.

The rest is history.

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[estrellamorningstar]

Cut Loose [Part 13]

Warning: Smut, NSFW, 18+

Summary: Celeste has to make a decision between The Mastermind or Carlos

Word Count: 2109

         Celeste finally makes it to the shower. Her mind is filled with so many thoughts she already knows she will have a hard time falling asleep. After the shower she lies down and waits for sleep to come, but just as she predicted it's not happening. She decides to go for a walk to clear her mind and to get rid of any residue of the adrenaline rush that Sunshine somehow didn't manage to wipe away completely. 

          The walk is pleasant. Celeste walks along her usual path, listening to the birds and enjoying the gentle warmth of the late morning sun. She tries to gather her thoughts together so they're not just a mix of Carlos and Wesker. She already knows that she's playing with fire when it comes to Wesker, but he has made her feel like she could achieve something. It certainly won't be exactly how she imagines it, but who in their right mind would say no to the most efficient Killer in the Trials? And that cursed kiss. He bought her with that kiss. 

          Her mind brings her back to Midwich; the disgusting wall and horrible noises, adrenaline rushing through her veins and the overwhelming presence of her teacher. She holds her breath as she remembers the force of the tentacle on her throat, her painful, desperate attempt to breathe as Wesker watched her come to terms with death right in front of her and then all of that fear washed away with one kiss, making her feel more alive than she has ever felt. Her train of thought gets interrupted by quick footsteps behind her.  

     ''Can we talk, please?'' Celeste turns towards the voice and sees Rebecca following her. She looks nervous, but from the few Trials Celeste has spent with her Celeste knows that she is someone that Killers don't take lightly. Celeste had witnessed Trickster get frustrated by Rebecca's escape antics, which was amusing, but cost Celeste her Trial because she couldn't stop watching. Celeste stops in her tracks and waits for Rebecca to catch up. 

     ''I'm just going to get to the point,'' Rebecca's expression is serious, but Celeste thinks that she looks so angelic that even being delivered the worst news in the world wouldn't hurt as much. Celeste knows that this is either about Carlos or Wesker. It seems like the whole house Carlos stays in have had something to do with each other in the past and they are always looking out for each other.

     ''Don't let Wesker manipulate you,'' Celeste's heart feels like it is being strangled, a small rage builds in her chest, why can't anybody leave her to make her own decisions? Rebecca notices the change in Celeste's posture and her features soften. ''There are six of us here who can tell you how demented he is.'' 

     ''I don't know what you're talking about.''

     ''Celeste... Whatever you think you will get out of this, you won't. Albert Wesker doesn't give people anything. He uses them to get what he needs and then he discards them,'' Celeste knows that what Rebecca's saying is true, but her tired mind goes back to the moment Wesker kissed her. She bites her lip as if trying to recreate the moment, his presence alone made her whole being addicted to him. ''People in power do not share power.'' 

     ''I'm here to get through the Trials, Rebecca. Whatever happens outside of the Trials is irrelevant,'' Celeste can hear her voice get high and defensive, her cheeks flush in frustration. 

     ''You will hurt everybody in the camp. When he starts asking you to throw Trials in favor of his little henchmen, what then?'' She pauses and watches Celeste with piercing eyes for a moment. The silence is deafening. ''I tried to talk to Carlos, but he isn't listening to me, he always sees good in people. You have to make a decision, Celeste, and there is only one correct answer.'' 

          ''What exactly am I choosing, Rebecca? I don't know what you think is going on, but all Wesker is doing is training me. I have not been doing well, I barely have Bloodpoints to get better gear with. I need all the help... any help I can get.'' 

     ''But at what cost?'' Rebecca dismisses Celeste with a wave of her hand and turns to walk away. She stops in her tracks and turns back to look at Celeste: ''Just do the right thing with Carlos, he's a good person, too good sometimes.'' 

Celeste leans against a tree and watches Rebecca leave. The moment Rebecca disappears out of sight she sits down and looks up at the sky. She had already made the decision to talk to Carlos after leaving the training session, but Rebecca is right, Carlos is a good person and sleeping with his enemy, figuratively speaking, is a shitty thing to do. 

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          After trying to come up with a speech in her head Celeste finally gives up and makes her way to the house Carlos stays in and slowly opens the door, hoping to make it to his room before anyone else notices, but just as she walks through the kitchen area she gets greeted by Leon, who's sitting at the counter, drinking something out of a ridiculously oversized mug. He nods at her hello, but remains as serious as always. She has never seen him smile apart from a polite smile every now and then, but she can imagine that a real smile on that man would break many hearts around the camp.

     ''Is Carlos in his room?'' Celeste asks as she approaches him. Leon shakes his head and pulls a bar seat out for her to sit on.

     ''He went somewhere with Jill, but they should be back soon,'' he stands up and pours a coffee for her which Celeste is awfully grateful for. 

     ''They're all going crazy over Wesker, you know?'' Leon watches Celeste in the same intense, interrogating way that Rebecca was doing, but she feels like he's just curious about how she's feeling and not how she will react to Wesker's name. ''They aren't able to let go of the past, but... it's not your past.''

     ''I joined this thing and nobody explained anything to me when I arrived. I'm just trying to get through it,'' Celeste confesses. She had promised herself to not be vulnerable in front of people, but lack of sleep removes all the filters she has been working hard on keeping up. Leon looks confused as she says that. 

     ''What do you mean you ''joined this thing''? It was your choice?'' 

     ''Well... yeah,'' she looks at him not quite sure why he's confused. 

     ''The rest of us are here against our will. Who brought you here?'' Leon looks more awake than he did when she saw him first, he even seems to have leaned in closer to her, as if trying to see if she's lying.

          Celeste thinks back to the Facebook click bait that she kept seeing over and over and eventually clicked on. It led her to a website that promised her a life of luxury if only she would make it through a year of an interactive simulation experiment. 

     ''The Fog... I think the company was called,'' Celeste remembers the name on top of each of the page she had to fill out. Leon's about to ask her something, but his eyes focus on something behind Celeste. His expression changes to a soft one, but then his eyes drop and Celeste can tell that his gritting his teeth. 

     ''Sorry, Celeste, I will talk to you later, '' he grabs his jacket off the seat next to him, Celeste turns her head to see who he was looking at. Ada and Jake have just entered the room. Leon walks past them without saying a word. Judging by Leon's body language Jake narrowly avoided getting a punch to the face, though Celeste is sure that if Jake had said a single word to him he wouldn't be so lucky. 

          Celeste wonders if Ada ever takes that red dress off, she hasn't seen her wearing anything else. Celeste smiles awkwardly at them. Ada seems to be annoyed about the way Leon left. They haven't been on good terms since Leon found out that Ada and Jake have been seeing each other behind his back. Although Celeste isn't quite sure what their relationship was like before that because since Celeste has known Ada she never struck her as the relationship type.

     '''Cielo,'' Celeste had been so caught up in Leon/Ada drama she didn't hear the door open. Carlos approaches Celeste and, before she can stop him, kisses her. Carlos looks at her questioningly when she doesn't return the kiss.

     ''Carlos, we need to talk,'' Celeste says softly when she notices Jill, Ada and Jake watching  them in deafening silence. Carlos nods at her, disappointment washing over his face. Celeste avoids making eye-contact with anybody and follows Carlos to his room. He motions for Celeste to sit down on the sofa and sits in front of her on the coffee table with crossed arms. 

     ''Did Rebecca speak to you?'' Carlos looks concerned. Celeste nods, but wonders what exactly Rebecca has told him, she did say to Celeste that Carlos never listens to her.

     ''She told me to be careful with Wesker. Everybody is telling me to be careful with Wesker,'' Carlos's jaw visibly clenches at the first mention of Wesker. ''I had a training session with him yesterday when you were in The Trial.'' 

     ''Training session? What... what are you talking about?'' 

     ''I met up with Wesker in the simulation,'' Celeste should have really prepared herself for this conversation, she is trying to pick her words carefully, ''He thinks my past is plain enough for me to learn to do the Trials well.'' 

     ''And you trust a Killer to teach you how to do it?'' The disbelief in Carlos's voice reflects in his eyes. ''Celeste, he's just toying with you. He will get bored of you once you're bent to his will and he gets bored of you.'' 

     ''I know what I'm getting myself into...''

     ''Do you though?''  Carlos hasn't raised his voice, but he seems to be in disbelief of what he's hearing. ''Wesker doesn't care for people he can't get something out of. Once he's done with you...''

     ''...he will discard me, yeah I heard that already.'' Celeste knows that he's right. But she is now realizing that she wants to find out by herself. ''I want to get through this, Carlos. Wesker is the key for me to get good fast. What's the worst that can happen?'' 

Carlos's expression changes to that of pure pity. He kneels in front of Celeste and places his hands on either side of her face. 

     ''I won't stop you, Cielo, but I'm here for you,'' the way Carlos is looking at Celeste makes her heart feel strangled in her chest. She was expecting him to get angry, to throw her out, she did not expect him to get soft with her. It makes it that much harder for her to muster the right words for what she's about to say.

     ''I think it's best if we don't see each other, Carlos,'' Celeste hears the words that come out of her mouth and hates how much it sounds like a teenage breakup, nonetheless, a tear forms in the corner of her eye. She's been holding tears back for a long time, but Rebecca was right, this man in front of her is good to a fault. ''What I mean is... I need to focus on The Trials, I don't have the energy for anything else right now.''

     ''Cielo...'' Carlos is searching her eyes for an answer, for an explanation, Celeste can tell that there's a debate going on behind those big brown eyes of his. ''I will be here when Wesker's done with you. Just... don't let him turn you cold... you're the only person around here who doesn't see the world for the shitshow that it really is. We need more people like you.'' 

          Carlos wipes a tear running from her cheek and stands up. They walk to the door and just before he opens the door he turns to Celeste. His hands envelop her face once more and he kisses her like he hadn't kissed her before. The words that got lost in Carlos's thoughts before are now expressed through the kiss. Celeste stands on her tip toes, indulging herself one last time. He lets go of her face and gives her an unconvincing smile: ''Something to remember me by, Cielo.'' 

[inimikal-archive]

regarding wesker, i have an important question: why was he so upset to learn that he was manufactured by spencer? why did that revelation cause him to spiral out of control?

It  essentially  comes  down  to  his  entire  life  being  a  lie  &  the  fact  Wesker  always  functioned  under  the  belief  that  he  was  the  true  chess  master,  one  step  ahead,  the  guy  holding  the  cards.  To  discover  that  basically  every  single  part  of  his  life  including  his  birth  was  created  &  controlled  by  Spencer  did  some  shit  to  him,  not  to  mention  he  was  already  coming  to  learn  of  &  battle  some  adverse  effects  of  the  virus  in  his  body  &  always,  from  the  moment  of  his  “death”,  battled  with  his  loss  of  humanity  &  what  this  all  meant  for  him  in  the  long  run.  

I’m  kind  of  using  my  own  headcanons  as  reference  but  a  lot  of  Wesker’s  life  was  spent  very  carefully  trying  to  chess  master  himself  out  of  Umbrella’s  grasp  after  he  realised  something  wasn’t  right.  He  never  comprehended  how  wrong  it  actually  was  or  how  much  of  it  involved  him  personally.  Everything  Wesker  thought  he  knew,  everything  he  thought  he  had  achieved,  everything  he  had  lost  &  gained;  It  was  pretty  much  all  by  Spencer’s  design.  In  my  personal  headcanons,  Spencer  was  largely  responsible  for  X  day  &  the  instructions  Wesker  received  to  take  the  S.T.A.R.S  into  the  mansion  “to  gather  data”  for  the  Tyrant  Project.  Wesker  always  knew  something  was  wrong  with  this  but  he  believed  it  was  Umbrella  trying  to  get  rid  of  him.  He  didn’t  realise  it  was  more  than  that.  In  my  headcanon,  Spencer  orchestrated  this  to  force  Wesker  to  infect  himself  to  test  his  only  remaining  Wesker  child.  Wesker  thought  this  was  his  last  ditch  effort  to  escape  the  mansion  alive  suspecting  Umbrella  intended  to  back  stab  him,  especially  after  the  confrontation  with  Sergi.  He  was  right  &  discovered  he  had  been  locked  out  of  the  Umbrella  system  for  24  hours. 

I  DID  POST  A  WHOLE  HC  ABOUT  my  soft  “rewrite”  of  the  mansion  incident  but  thats  the  basics.  Further,  William  Birkin  gave  Wesker  the  virus  he  infected  himself  with.  Wesker  believed  this  to  be  the  G-virus,  the  miracle  drug  Birkin  had  been  working  on  for  years  hence  why  he  trusted  it.  In  RE5,  we  discover  that  Spencer  was  responsible  for  Birkin  giving  Wesker  the  virus.  (Its  verse  dependent  for  me  whether  or  not  the  virus  Birkin  gave  Wesker  was  the  G  virus  or  if  he  did  as  Spencer  wanted  &  gave  him  the  “prototype”   but  yeah  pretty  much  the  files  of  RE5  suggest  Birkin  was  extorted  into  giving  Wesker  a  virus  hence  why  Wesker  trusted  the  virus  he  was  given  to  the  extent  of  actually  using  it  on  himself) 

He  feels  a  mortifying  sense  of  betrayal  from  all  this.  Everything  Wesker  become  he  became  because  of  Spencer.  Everything  he  did  he  did  to  escape  only  for  it  to  be  Spencer’s  design  all  along.  His  trust  of  William  being  nothing  but  one  of  Spencer’s  manipulations.  His  loss  of  the  S.T.A.R.S,  his  loss  of  humanity  ect,  ect,  its  all  thanks  to  Spencer  &  there  was  NOTHING  he  could  have  done,  especially  at  that  point,  to  change  ANYTHING.  He  was  always  doing  exactly  what  Spencer  wanted.  Even  during  the  period  where  he  was  trying  to  co-opt  the  remains  of  Umrbella  &  monopolise  its  research  for  himself  &  his  own  organisation.  No  matter  what  Wesker  did,  it  was  always  what  Spencer  wanted  &  by  the  time  he  found  out  the  truth  of  this  there  was  no  way  for  him  to  change  it. .  

At  least  not  one  that  would  satisfy  his  own  ego  &  the  malicious  force  living  inside  of  him  that  had  rendered  him  nothing  more  than  a  husk  of  hatred  &  oblivion.  There  is  a  suggestion  that  Wesker  kind  of  did  try  to  push  back  against  Spencer  in  an  actual  meaningful  way  that  didn’t  mean  just  trying  to  put  his  own  personal  flavour  on  Spencer’s  madness.  But  Wesker  was  already  mad  himself.  It  seems  however  in  Wesker’s  more  ...  Normal  moments  he  was  heavily  researching  anti-viral  counter-measures.  His  research  was  very  important  &  VERY  effective.  After  its  recovery  upon  his  death,  Wesker’s  anti-virus  research  is  considered  invaluable  to  modern  day  anti-virus  organisations.  So  much  so  many  of  the  most  effective  anti-virus  weapons  &  tools  are  named  after  him.  They  claim  Wesker’s  anti-viral  research  was  so  important  it  single-handedly  redeemed  Umbrella.  SO  for  a  minute  there ?  Wesker  could  have  been  a  hero.  He  was  a  very  intelligent  &  bedevilled  man  but  he  was  rendered  a  monster.  He  represents  the  ouroboros;  the  snake  eating  its  own  tail,  a  vicious  cycle  of  hate,  ego  &  self-importance  that  he  had  no  ability  to   actually  escape,  even  though  there  is  a  suggestion  he  wanted  to.  He   is  creation  through  destruction,  &  in  the  end  that  destruction  had  to  be  his  own;  whether  at  the  hands  of  Chris  or  by  his  own  design  of  the  Uroboros  virus,  Wesker  was  never  suppose  to  “live”  to  see  whatever  future  he  would  create.  FHSDJFKDFJKD  but  yeah  I’m  here  rambling  now !  I  do  have  more  hcs  about  that  in  particular  on  Wesker’s  blog.  Thanks  for  sending  this  though !!  It  makes  me  v  happy  to  know  folks  are  interested  in  my  unhinged  thoughts  on  shitty  characters  like  Whiskers. 

[skylitcreations]

Thoughts on Wesker? I’m curious on what you think about his character.

LOL I used to RP him. Does that say enough?

Okay, but in all honesty, I think it's fun to get inside his head and try to rationalize his motivations and play around with his character. He's also one of those characters that, while I understand that he's sexy and canonically fucks, I just struggle with imagining that he even experiences sexual attraction despite that. I feel, however, that it would not at all be a romantic thing but instead more of a preservation of genes and something to do to achieve an end.

Which is the exact way I tend to ship him with people tbh.

Also, he apparently died on my brother's birthday, so that's fun lol.

I love Wesker. He's not my primary muse for RE (that's Leon), but he's definitely the odd one out among my muses since the others are protags. It's honestly fun bouncing from the good guy perspective of 'save as many people as possible' to the warped perspective of the eugenics god complex asshole lol

[sapphire-weapon]

yeah that’s true. but didn’t the jet-ski stuff have an achievement like ‘complete this without taking damage’ or something along those lines? i would’ve thought that wesker would at least have an achievement such as ‘escape him without taking any damage’ or whatever. but i suppose if he’s not an actual boss fight and just a cutscene thing where she gets captured, it wouldn’t make sense for that achievement? but then again, there’s a wesker achievement in lost in nightmares, even though chris and jill actually loose in the end. but who knowsss

homie look at the cheevo list

Giant Slayer - Defeat El Gigante in Separate Ways. "It" Kept You Busy - Defeat Pesanta in Separate Ways. Had Enough of Preachers - Defeat Osmund Saddler in Separate Ways. Capable Operative - Complete Separate Ways on Standard Mode or higher. Skilled Agent - Complete Separate Ways on Hardcore Mode or higher. The Perfect Mission - Complete Separate Ways on Professional Mode. Ada the "S+"py - Complete Separate Ways on Professional Mode with a S+ rank.

it's literally just boss fights and difficulty modes

it doesn't make sense to have a "without taking damage" achievement on here. why would there be a "without taking damage" achievement on here?

[godstrain]

albert wesker is a man of science- of logic and reason (as unreasonable as he could be / a heretic among his peers / self-declared god over dead kings), and thus, he has never thought highly of magic. parlor tricks at best, sleight of hand, but nothing substantial- because everything could be proven with science at some point or another.

❝ there are few things in life that can’t be achieved with occult dark magic ❞ › @areapermostcapricious

he can only imagine the look on his own face, bewilderment, perhaps, at the belief of something so... impossible to prove. and here sat the queen, so certain that he was right about it! ❝ really, now- ❞

❝ i would like to think that should one's ambition be great enough, that is how the impossible comes to be. ❞

[tyrantmade]

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

REDFIELD sent 💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

Whew Boy, Wesker is a very caged off individual. He has a few habits, that take awhile to get used to. But if we are being frank, some never can get used to them. People just assume the worse of him, and don't give him any wiggle room. But that isn't fair, because he was made this way. He was brainwashed, Abused mentally, and verbally, and trained against his will. All of this happened for over the course of 10 years. He was only 9 when he was brought into Oswald, and was finally give his own, '' freedom '' at 19. If you wanna call it freedom anyhow. But here are his Habits that take, time, if you can get used to them anyhow.

BEING IN CONTROL - He has to be in control of EVERYTHING! And I do mean everything, even down to the smallest thing like which side of the bed he sleeps on. Or, where he will go to eat, and what side of the table he sits on. Again, this stems from the torment he endured at the hands of Oswald E. Spencer. Wanting to be in control, gives him the feeling of having things his way. Like he can now control the outcome, if he is denied this, he will become a raging nightmare. And he will become a Monster, raging, abusing, and screaming, name calling, any toxic trait you can think of. Cause it is all he knows, it was all he was shown and taught.

NOT ALLOWING TOUCHING - For awhile, if someone touches him, he will stop you. And treat you as if you have done something horrendous to him. If you want to touch him, you have to be someone he deems imporant to him. And that role is not easy to get for yourself. He hates everyone, hates the world and would rather see many of man kind dead then give them the time of day.

TALKING ABOUT HIMSELF AND WHAT HE BELIEVES IN - This one drives a lot of people crazy, and they like to poke fun at him and make jokes. Treating him like a lunatic. But he does this, because he feels empowered when he does it. He needs to let others know his thoughts and the accomplishments that he has achieved. And more importantly will achieve.

GOD COMPLEX - This one is the biggest of his habits and his mental illness, it stems off how he wants to feel human compact, feel loved and recognized. He has Narcissistic Personality Disorder, which is the right term for having a God Complex. He will manipulate, gaslight you, make himself seem like the victim. He needs to know he has hurt you, and that you realize that he is Superior to you. Years of Toxic and Negative treatment has created this part of him. Underneath it all, it is why He believes he has the right to be a God. He has reached a place where all the torment is catching up to him, and his murdering Spencer was the start of it all.

There is his soul crushing panic attacks or mental breakdowns he has, but those no one ever sees, because he will never allow anyone to do so. He will never allow anyone to think him weak, or fragile. Even thought, he does want someone to love him, wants someone to be there , when he comes home from work. To love, but he doesn't know how to love. He was never taught what love was, or how to love someone. He was only ever taught to hate, or to destroy. There are more, but I can't think of them all right now.

[judasiskariot]

RE: Umbrella Asylum - Chapter 4: Knowledge is power, power is life

Albert Wesker Umbrella Laboratory

Story:Are you interested in what everyday life was like for the Umbrella scientists? The daily routine in the laboratory? The daily routine and fate of the test subjects with no hope of rescue? The true horror in an Umbrella laboratory or just the price of progress...

Category/Content: Accompany Umbrella scientists on their latest experiment

Long fic with more chapters to come, Chapter 1 Prolog, Chapter 2 , Chapter 3

w/c: 1,305 words in this chapter;more to come . ao3. 18+ only . nsfw (to come) . german version(also on AO3)

tags/warnings:     Resident Evil, Biohazard, Umbrella Corporation, Dr. Albert Wesker, Smut, Female/Male,Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Horror, Drama, Thriller, Angst, Darkfic

Chapter 4

Knowledge is power, power is life

Right, Dr. Marcus?

The laboratory was illuminated; unpleasant and bitingly illuminated by fluorescent tubes that could cause a slight flicker from time to time. The constant was their easy hum, if you listened closely. Still, it was dark at the same time, and the somber, oppressive atmosphere would increase.

Albert Wesker, however, had no time to listen closely – even if he was unconsciously always perceiving everything; he had an incredible, almost too military, understanding – he listened more to the high-frequency Kilohertz beeping of the ECG, which together with him monitored his latest experimental subject.

At some point, her body had begun to adapt - which didn't necessarily alleviate the pain, but it was irrelevant to him anyway - and not just to be swamped by the injection solution. Now the question remained open as to whether she would succumb to it or not, for even though she lay still, the struggle inside continued. And it was important that it should not remain a struggle, because there were only winners or losers, the important thing was the adaptation, as with all carbon-based living things. Would the protein compounds be accepted without cellular degradation?

Wesker's mind worked analytically and objectively. Philosophical applications could be made in his spare time, when he noticed the beauty of his work every once in a while over a train of wine. Rearranging mitochondria and making malleable protein connections could be a nice thing, but sitting here in front of a living, human experiment, he was already trying to make his mind work like a flow cytometer.

Although he had spoken differently to her at the beginning, he was well aware that he was dealing with a human being. But not only had his capacity for empathy suffered in all those years at Arklay - where they had consumed countless subjects - but so had his patience. To discuss with him the human dispositions, to make him a bad conscience, or to beg for salvation, these had become abhorrent to him. Wesker wanted to achieve something, something that seemed to have been lost in the mountains.

So he waited to see if his subject would wake up again, while Napier's body had given her the redemption of a powerlessness and was now painfully struggling without her awake consciousness.

Attentive blue eyes, again veiled by black sunglasses, glided figuratively over narrow wrists and ankles that bore striking traces of fixations. Red belt marks from cutting and chafing. They had probably fixed the young woman in the Asylum often and not exactly gently. He could only think of two reasons for this, and a third scurried through his thoughts, with even Wesker briefly having to forget his face in disgust.

It would also often flourish here during the experiments to be fixed – if only for self-protection from the peripheral physical reactions.

His eyes wandered on the pale skin of her slender arms, where many red puncture holes, some of which had discolored into a hematoma, stood out.

He realized that the reports from above in the Asylum hardly contained the truth of what they had administered to her. It was illegal. It was indiscriminate. It was, in part, perverse cruelty. The puncture holes of the needles on her arm witnessed this and told him exactly what he could also see from the blood data, which he had analyzed by the way. They had pumped the young Napier full of all sorts of drugs. Most of them to calm down, still others – he could only speculate about this, because he did not want to get into the conversation with these purveyors in the first place – to perhaps observe their effect if they were new recipes that had not yet been released. It could have been sadistic barbarism.

In any case, none of this was conducive to his work. Any substance could falsify the results and put its subjects in a state that diminished their natural suitability and value for the experiments.

With such incompetence and unprofessionalism he had to fight his way around here.

Probably the biggest red flags for Albert Wesker. In addition to possibly colorful clothes for himself.

Why did he take this on himself anyway? Why did he endure such a thing when his own kingdom was waiting for him at Arklay? Together with William Birkin he was the head of the research department there and everything went as the two commissioned it.

However, research into the T-virus in Arklay stagnated. This has been going on for years. But what was almost worse for him was the incomprehensible result that the founder of Umbrella, Oswell Spencer, was expecting: a virus that was 100% deadly.

It made no sense to Wesker. Just as the cost of researching bioweapons could not outweigh their true market value. Birkin did not question this, for him every scientific curiosity was reason enough, and he lived in his own world, in which he could continue to experiment forever. Create. Destroy. Create.

Albert, on the other hand, was troubled by not knowing what the head of the Umbrella really wanted, because with time he had become more and more aware that he was missing something and he did not want to be a puppet, a marionette of others. No rat in the maze, no better than his experiments that would never understand their true destiny.

So he had come up with a very simple equation: if he discovered something so groundbreaking that matched his conjectures that Spencer was genuinely interested in, he would prove worthy of initiation. And then. . . wait and see. Wait and see if he liked what he learned.

Having failed to progress at Arklay, and being unable to completely turn the research there on its head – only because of William Birkin, and still the manager of the facility – let alone change it for his purely private benefit, without anyone knowing, and possibly contributing something to Spencer that Wesker did not want, he had been looking for alternatives.

He had stumbled upon the Asylum, where Umbrella had his ominous red-and-white fingers, and had applied there to support colleagues in the research facility below. His competence and qualifications had quickly earned him that he was the first point of contact when it came to research, but he was not the leader of the whole thing. Because then this would be completely different:

Quality, competence and scientific objectivity, coupled with care and not hobby sadism, because you had only a limited amount of staff available. The nurses and guards of the Asylum were also partly employed here; fortunately not the few limited doctors that the sanatorium officially needed.

Besides his Umbrella colleagues – or rather lackeys? – in the secret underground research facility, the rest had either always been a bit macabre in their minds, or they snapped because of the power to do whatever they wanted with other people.

It was limited in containment. This was also recognised by Wesker's blue eyes after they discovered bruises on the young woman's skin that had not been left by a puncture. And as yet unhealed red marks on her temples revealed to him that the ward had not lied with the electric shock therapy.

Injuries from the fixing straps, bruising from injections, burns from electric shocks. . . this could be done better and optimized.

The subjects did not have to be tortured unnecessarily, after all, their bodies would be heavily stressed by the experiments anyway and should be in a corresponding state for this. Thus, one should carry out everything one did competently, without such visible evidence.

It would certainly improve under his watch. His subject, her body, her being, was to be transformed and reshaped according to his ideas of the experiment, and not according to the influences of the raw barbaric violence that prevailed in the surroundings of the Asylum.

a/n:

In some chapters I will include references/shoutouts to other fandoms. If you think you have found the Easter Egg, write it in the comments or in a personal message, for those who do not like to comment publicly 😉

Notes:

I'm sorry for spelling mistakes, grammatical errors and perhaps a strange choice of words, but English is not my native language. I am grateful for tips on translation programs. Because the translation takes an incredible amount of time.

[malviral]

Wesker analysis overview.

No  rping,  just  neurodivergent  info  dumps.  This  is  from  a  response  i  made  explaining  my  thoughts  on  wesker  and  motivations  he  has  +  why  that  i  am  sharing  publicly  as  i  think  its  very  important  to  my  blog  and  portrayal.  Going  warn  upfront  that the  n*zi  party  is  mentioned.  Just  briefly  touching  on  something  capcom  said.

 I  also  want  to  make  it  very  clear  that  i  do  not  support  wesker’s  views,  I  don’t  think  its  cool  to  kill  a  vast  majority  of  the  population  because  things  suck  or  anything  like  that,  lmao   and  i  don’t  believe  in  the  eco-fascistic  ways  or  the  eco/bio  terrorism  he  employs  to  achieve  and  enforce  his  goals  against  all  human  kind  ━  i  do  not  condone  it,  like  obviously,  however  i  don’t  believe  wesker  believes  in  what  spencer  did  in  the  exact  way  he  did  and  so  this  post  is  merely  an  explanation  of  why  wesker’s  like  that  deluxe  edition. Do  not  take  this  post  as  excusing  his  actions,  sympathizing  with  him  or  whatever,  its  only  an  explanation  for  why  and  a  reference  for  how  that  works  on  this  blog  /  my  portrayal. Once  again  please  continue  reading   with  caution  because  as  mentioned  this  post  may  briefly  touch  on  some  sensitive  stuff  and  also  touches  on  some  popular  discourse  within  the  fandom.

So,  anyway  wesker's  uroboros  bullshit  is  “interesting”  for  a  lack  of  a  better  term  in  the  sense  that  i'm  not  sure  he  was  doing  it  for  the  same  reason  someone  like  spencer  was.  I  think  something  to  note  was  how  spencer  was  just  ... Extremely  classist  and  racist.  He  hated  most  people  because  he  viewed  them  as  inferior  to  himself,  due  to  being  raised  with  extreme  wealth  and  privilege.  He  had  access  to  education  and  comfort  that  others  did  not,  especially  in  his  time,  but  instead  of  viewing  this  as  a  privilege  granted  to  him  by  money  he  decided  to  view  this  as  himself  being  inherently  superior  to  everyone  else  because  why  take  accountability  for  your  privilege  if  it  means  acknowledging  you’re  not  better  than  everyone  else,  you  just  have  money.  He  was  in  an  age  where  this  kind  of  backward,  hateful  thinking  was  the  norm. Because  racists  and  rich  people  have  been  like  that  always,  basically.  

In  a  similar  way  to  excella,  he  thought  himself  to  be  superior  to  others  out  of  pure  arrogance  and  with  spencer  particularly  some  very  uncomfortably  real  world  prejudice.  Capcom  tried  to  sort  of  “hide”  a  lot  for  the  sake  of  game  sales  but  initially,  people  like  spencer  were  supposed  to  represent  real  life  backward  ass  eugenic  ideals.  

Spencer’s  own  shit  draws  from  the  same  places  as  the  kind  of  shit  hitl*r  and  the  n*zi  party  were  on. It's  admittedly  a  direct  reference  according  to  capcom;  the  nonsense  of  the  ary*n  race  and   "the  superior  men”  is  all  there  particularly  emphasised  from  spencer’s  ideals.  Capcom  have  said  this  is  what  they  were  going  for;  they’ve  even  gone  on  to  say  that  albert  himself  looks  the  way  he  does  because  of  this  concept  of  the  “superior  man”  being  a  tall,  blond  hair,  blue  eyed,  pale  skinned  individual  that  spencer  adhered  to.  Though  capcom  did  dial  these  things  back  a  bit  references  and allegories  for  these  things  are  still  clear  within  the  canon.

So  yes.  This  is  exactly  what  spencer  was  going  for.  Wesker’s  appearance  is  supposed  to  allude  to  what  spencer  actually  represents  and  what  his  intentions / goals  really  were.  So  while  spencer  may  have  fully  planned  and  intended  for  wesker  to  look  like  that  ( and  possibly  for  all  the  wesker  children  to  look  like  that )  

wesker’s  looks  weren't  capcom  condoning  spencer’s  beliefs,  just  trying  to  clue  us  into  the  inspo  behind  his  bullshit.  This  is  also  shown  in  alex  wesker.  It's  not  a  coincidence  that  the  only  wesker  children  we  know  of  and  get  to  see  are  two  tall,  white,  blond  people  with  blue  eyes.  Its  also  not  a  coincidence  that  the  “straight”  cis  man  was  the  apex  of  the  whole  fucked  up  project  via  capcom’s  attempt  to  clue  us  into  what  spencer  represented.  You  can  find  implications  of  this  same  thing  in  characters  like  alfred  and  alexia  ashford,  and  again  it  is  not  a  coincidence  that  all  four  of  these  characters  were  literally  created by  umbrella  heads.  Alfred  and  alexia  are  literal  test  tube  babies  and  albert  and  alex  were  the  fruits  of  some  supremely  fucked  up  selective  breeding  program.

As  a  result  umbrella,  spencer  and  anyone  associated  with  that  circle  fetishized  wesker  to  an  extreme  because  of  what  he  represented  to  them--- but  another  thing  to  keep  in  mind  is  wesker  isn’t  spencer  and  the  way  in  which  spencer  actually  failed  is  that  he  didn’t  really  make  a  copy  of  himself  who,  despite  his  best  efforts,  believed  all  the  same  messed  up  shit  he  did, or  at  least  not  in  the  same  way.

This  is  how  i  personally  come  at  things  in  my  own  take  of  Wesker,  anyway,  so  though  it  is  almost  impossible  for  wesker  to  not  share  some  of  spencer’s  ideas  since  they  were  literally  programmed  into  him  from  birth  and  wesker  didn’t  reject  spencer’s  “new  world”  entirely,  he  tried  to  make  it  make  sense  because,  in  his  mind,  stupid  shit  like  being  white  or  rich,  for  example,  does  not  make  you  superior  to  any  other  human  being.  Wesker  understands  that.  

He  does  not  champion  for  genocide  toward  a  select  group  of  humans  because  of  some  shallow  prejudice.  Nor  did  he  intend  to  specifically,  personally  tailor  people  to  look,  think  and  act  any  certain  way  that  he  deemed  “superior.”  so  no,  wesker   himself  does  not  hold  the  same  views  as  spencer  in  the  racist,  classist,  messed  up  way,  per  se.

I  think  it's  interesting  how  he  talks  about  alexia  in  his  report   and  his  own  anger  and annoyance  he  felt  toward  the  higher  ups  of  umbrella  and   the  other  researchers  for  putting  her  on  a  pedestal  just  because  of  her  family  name  +  wealth.  She  hadn’t  done  jack  shit  for  umbrella  to  be  applauded  the  way  she  was  (unlike  william  birkin)  but  the  researchers  couldn’t  get  over  her  because  she  was  from  a  well  known,  aristocratic  family  that  had  founded  the  company.  You  could  even  argue  from  things  in  wesker’s  report  2  that  Wesker’s  disillusionment  with  umbrella  and  his  ever  growing  contempt  for  it  and its  shit  started  as  far  back  as  his  time  in  the  training  school  which  is something  I  personally  believe,  particularly  due  to  his  friendship  with  William  Birkin,  who  is  implied  to  not  really  fit  the  “umbrella  mold”  outside  of  his  pure  genius  intellect.  

Further,  wesker  is  noted  as  one  of  the  few  among  the  umbrella  staff  who  found  spencer’s  desire  for  a  virus  to  infect  all  organic  matter  and  the  location  of  the  akrley  lab  as  somewhere  that  could  rapidly  spread  infection  due  to  the  high  volume  of  organic  matter  the  virus  would  infect,  insane  and  dangerous.  

This  is  literally  where  Wesker’s  discomfort  and  suspicions  toward  Spencer  personally  began.  He  also  talks  in  his  little  note  about  uroboros  being  beautiful  because  it  doesn’t  discriminate  based  on  shallow  human  prejudice. (  Although  we  could  say  this  is  true  of  all  viruses,  which  is  a  thing  he  romanticizes  about  them  because  he  was  born  from  some  really  backwards  believes  that  he,  himself,  does  not  follow  and  as  a  biologist  he  finds  to  be  quite  stupid  and shallow.  But  do  keep  in  mind  re  world  science  and real  world  science is  not  the  same. )

Which  we  see  with  Excella.  Excella  believed  she  was  worthy  because  she  was  beautiful,  rich  and powerful.  But  none  of  those  things  stopped  her  from  mutating  into  a  horrible  monster.  Urobous  wouldn’t  choose  people  based  on  how  pretty,  how  rich  they  were.   

 How  white, or  what  their  sexuality,  gender  or  religious  faith  was  ━  it  would  simply  choose  people  it  deemed  right  by  unique / random  genetic  make  up  and  this  could  be  anyone  of  any  gender,  any  faith,  any  sexuality,  any  race.  In  fact  it  is  noted  in  canon  that  the  only  other  humans  who  had  achieved  “god hood”  in  the  same  way  wesker  had  were  black  africans.  Thats  a  pretty  sexy  fuck  you  to  a  white  supremacist like  spencer.

Which  is  the  major  difference  between  wesker  and spencer.  Wesker's  hatred  of  humanity  doesn’t  come  from  a  sense  of  twisted  privilege  and  prejudice,  and  its  not  directed  specifically  toward  select  individuals,  even  though  he  was  basically  born  from  this,  due  to  being  one  of  spencer’s  designer  babies.  Wesker  didn’t  grow  up  to  believe  skin  colour  or  wealth  made  you  inherently  better  or  smarter.  He  doesn’t  think  there  are  people  in  the  world  that  are  superior  to  others  because  of  shallow  bias  such  as  those.  With  wesker  it  comes  from  a  really  weird  sense  of  altruism  cobbled  together  with  extreme,  contradictory  pessimism  from  everything  he’s  experienced.  

Again  not  to  excuse  him  or  say  he's  a  good  person  bc  ultimately  he’s  very  twisted,  selfish  and delusional  and hes  not  coming  back  from  that.  If  Wesker  ever  had  a  slim  chance  of  being  considered  even  “morally  ambiguous”  like  someone  like  ada  it  was  lost  when  he  betrayed  s.t.a.r.s  and  lost  his  humanity.

However,  wesker  has  seen  up  close  and  personal  the  absolute  horror  humans  are  capable  of  inflicting  on  themselves  and  others  and for  the  fucking  stupidest  reasons.  He  was  essentially  forced  to  participate  in  human  experimentation  as  a  child  (16-17)  to  the  ends  of  creating  horrific  b.o.w’s  that  would  presumably  be  used  by  the  world's  militaries  to  wipe  each  other  out.  In  the  name  of  human  pride,  greed and  prejudice.  He  believes  that  this  is  pretty  much  all  humans  have  really  done  for  hundreds  of  years.  Kill  each  other,  steal  from  each  other,  and  fuck  things  up  for  the  planet  itself  and  every  other  creature  that  lives  on  it.  He’s  come  to  view  humans  as  flawed,  dangerous  creatures  that  if  left  unchecked  will  destroy  the  world.  

However  again,  he's  not  trying  to  cull  or  cultivate  any  certain  group  of  people  because  of  a  fucked  up,  racist  sense  of  aesthetic,  unlike  Spencer  and   I  cannot  stress   this  enough  because  this  is  where  the  fandom  fucks  up  for  me.

Furthermore,  !  Of  course,  Wesker  has  been  given  power  beyond  comprehension.  He  calls  himself  a  god  to  great  mockery  but  if  we’re  being  honest,  what  else  does  he  have  to  compare  himself  to ?  There  is  nothing  like  wesker  out  there,  particularly  not   anything  known  about  at  height  of  his  activity  and  the  time  of  his  death.  Moreover,  i  should  mention   again  that  the  only  “beings”  like  wesker  who  ever  existed  where  the  “evolved”  african  “god  kings”  of  ndipaya  mythology.  

 Again  this  to  me  further  illustrates  the  fact  that  wesker  himself  doesn’t  exactly  adhere  to  white  s*premist  ideals  and his  entire  existence  is  more  a  dunk  on  people  like  spencer  who  did,  as  wesker,  a  white  man  obtaining  this  status  through  the  stairway  of  the  sun,  was  so  far  an  anomaly.  Meanwhile  we’re  aware  it  wasn’t  undocumented  that  black  africans  were  able  to  achieve  god  status  through  progenitor  infection  as  per  ndipaya  mythos,  wesker  is  the  only  white  person  who  did  “”naturally”,  despite  spencer  having  lined  up  hundreds  of  specially  bred  and  selected  candidates  who  carried  his  racist  ass  aesthetic.  

I  think  this  goes  to  show  wesker’s  intentions  with  uroborus   ( a  virus  engineered  directly  from  the  progenitor )  was  not  to  cleanse  the  world  of  any  select  race  or  races,  but  to  instead  wipe  out  the  vast  majority  and   leave  only  the  “most  choice  humans”  ( his  quote )  to  evolve  and inherit  the  earth.  These  humans  would  not  just  be  white  or  share  his  “”personal  dna”” ( idk  what  ppl  are  talking  about  when  they  say  urobous  was  somehow  only  safe  for  wesker’s  dna .... Its literally  got  nothing  to  do  with  wesker’s  dna.  It  was  jill’s  antibodies  from  her  infection  with  t  that  was  used  to  engineer  it,  but  its  not  connected  to  her  dna  specifically  either.  Thats  not  how  viruses  work. ) Anyway,  urobous  was  about  individuals,  not  races.  But  I  digress,  Weskers  powers  are  truly  extraordinary. There's  no  way  anyone  gets  power  like  what  wesker  got  and  doesn’t  crack  in  some  way.   If  anything  he  was  holding  it  together  pretty  well  until  his  confrontation  with  spencer  and  his  discovery  of  the  wesker  project  which  is  what  really  sent  him  “over  the  edge”  in  my  opinion.

None  the  less  wesker  doesn’t  believe  he's  doing  something  evil.

"Every  day,  humans  come  one  step  closer  to  self-destruction.  I'm  not  destroying  the  world, i'm  saving  it!"  "war  and  pestilence  wherever  you  go!  Nothing  but  loathsome  humans!"

Some  of  the  stuff  he  says  in  re5  when  you  fight  him  shows  that  Wesker  thinks  he's  ultimately  doing  the  right  thing  here.  Again,  he's  given  an  insane  power,  him  alone,  of  course  he  feels  as  if  he  should  play  god  with  it  because  everything  up  till  now  has  shown  him  humans  are  a  danger  to  themselves  and everything  else,  plus  he  was  groomed  by  spencer  and  umbrella  to  believe  in  things  like  might  makes  right  and  survival  of  the  fittest.  He  further  doesn’t  think  of  himself  as  god  as  a  ruler,  but  as  a  creator.

In  wesker’s  head  he  was  chosen  to  be  the  messiah,  he  is  the  hand  of  god  who  judges  the  corrupt  humans  and  sorts  the  good  from  the  bad  or  rather  “the  worthless  from  the  worthy”;  only  he  has  the  power  to  accomplish  this  and   this  is  how  he  makes  sense  of  that  power and  why  he  alone  has  it,  and  with  uroborus  he  has  the  tool  to  strip  everything  back  to  its  basics  and  begin  anew;   "the  human  race  requires  judgment!"  “the  din  of  six  billion  screams  will  close  the  book  on  humanity's  ignoble  past.”  the  only  humans  that  would   be  left  alive  by  uroborus  would  be  those  randoms  who  were  genetically  compatible  with  uroborus  and  therefore  “better”  and  again  uroborus  wouldn’t  discriminate  on  race,  gender,  sexuality,  class  or  faith  which  is  what  we’re  told  via  canon.

So  yeah,  that  is  why  the  mass  human  extinction  event  lived  in  wesker’s  head  and  why  he  went  that  way.  and  while  he's wrong  in  his  intentions,  his  motivations  don’t  exactly  come  from  the  same  place  as  someone  like  spencer's  apparently  did,  however,  its  not  wrong  to  acknowledge  and  criticise  wesker’s  character  as  a  type  of  allegory  for  white  s*premacy  even  if  the  character  himself  may  not  have  believed  in  this  in  that  particular  way  and  thats  not  literally  what  the  text  of  the  story  is  displaying.  Keeping  in  mind  wesker  believed  the  human  race   as  a  whole  was  unworthy and  he  planned  to  allow  the  virus  to  choose  which  individuals  had  the  correct  genetic  makeup  to  ‘evolve’  leaving  the  humanity  he  grew  to  hate  behind.

My  biggest  criticism  for  the  re  series  is  that  in  the  re  universe  it  has  been  established  there  is  humans  who  are  “”superior””  to  others,  or  at  least  its  very  easy  to  view  it  this  way,  which  is  what  muddies  the  water  when  it  comes  to  discourse  about  this.  While  the  story  with  wesker  serves  to  show  that  these  “superior”  humans  are  not  necessarily  “ary*n”  and this  doesn’t  seem  to  have  been  wesker’s  belief,  the  science  in  the  resident  evil  world  is  not  real  and  doesn’t  reflect  real  biology. 

However,  that  also  being  said  the  re  universe  has  already  demonstrated  with  Wesker  and  other  characters  who  were  able  to  “”evolve””  beyond  humanity,  that  having  genes  compatible  with  the  virus  or  parasite  or  what  have  you  was  pure  luck  and  isn’t  all  its  cracked  up  to  be.  There  is  almost  no  b.o.w  characters,  for  all  their  gifted  “”biological  superiority””  who  survive  to  live  normal  lives. Their  minds  and  bodies  are  eventually  destroyed  by  the  virus/parasite/whatever.  Even  though  wesker  was  the  closest  thing  the  re  series  ever  had  to  reaching  “”god hood””  aside  from  mother  marinda,  who  was  infected  with  a  whole  different  thing,  the  virus  was  still  destroying  him.  I  intended  to  write  a  post  about  why  i  believed  this  was  the  case ,  outside  of  y’know,  the  innate  horror  in  ones  body  being  hijacked  and  co-opted  by  an  invading  force  even  if  that  force  just  happened  to  give  you  neat  super  powers  for  a  short  time,  i  just  haven't  got  to  it  just  yet. ( update:  i  finally  did  it,  here  it  is )

wesker  is  an  unhinged  bioterrorist  and shameless ��misanthrope  to  an  extreme,  but  no   he’s  actually  not  a  white  s*premacist,  racist,  or  neo  n*zi   in  my  opinion  or  portrayal  but  yeah  he  is  a delusional  misanthrope,  he  is  not  a  good  person,  and  its  perfectly  fine  for  people  to  point  out  his  creation  by  spencer  alludes  to  white  s*premacist  ideals  because  it  truly  does.  Its  not  wrong  for  people  to  be  uncomfortable  with  this  either,  imo.

He  was  designed   and  groomed  by  someone  who  had  an  underlying  racist  aesthetic  and  vision.  While  wesker  seemed  to  not  believe  in  this  vision  in  quite  the  same  way  i  think  it  makes  sense,  from  his  pov,  why  he  tried  to  co-opt  the  idea  of  lower  humans  and better  humans,  into  “wicked  primitive  humans”  vs  an  enlightened,  evolved  race  of  godlike  beings  who  would  rise  from  humanities  ignorant  and  evil  ashes  to  claim  the  earth  and  make  it  a  better  place.  I  also  have  to  say  that  while  wesker  seems  to  have  good  intentions,  or  at  the  very  least  he  likes  to  think  he  does,  the  reality  is  he’s  very  selfish  so  i’m  not saying  this  isn’t  insane,  out  of  touch  and  delusional,  can’t  stress  this  enough  bc  another  thing  I  have  written  about  and  touched  on  briefly  is the  fact  he  basically  never  saw  the  good  in  humanity  and  was  instead  lead  to  view  humans  in  a  very  negative  light.  

Even  when  he  was  human,  wesker  was  deprived  of  much  of  the  ability  to  actually  associate  with,  relate  to,  and  really  be  a  human.  By  the  time  wesker  was  free  of  umbrella,  the  damage  had  already  been  done  and  there  are  varous  events  through  canon  that  solidified   wesker’s  views  on  humanity  as  opposed  to  allowing  him  to  see  more  than  what  he  had  experienced  and  beyond  the  insidious  idea  that  had  been  implanted  in  him  during  his  time  with  umbrella   that  there  is  no  such  thing  as  “good”  people.  

So  that  being  said  i  will  never  be  sympathizing  for  him  or  trying  to  portray  him  as  someone  who  is  “”worthy””  of  “”redemption””,  and  i  do  not  hope  to  portray  him  as  someone  good.

I  study  why  he  is  what  he  is,  why  he  thinks  what  he  thinks,  how  its  wrong   and  maybe  “tragically”  misinformed  and  thats  kinda  the  purpose  of  this  portrayal  of  him.  Like  i’m  not  gonna  police  people  if  albert  wesker  is  their  blorbo  or  whatever  but  don’t  think  i  don’t  know  exactly  what  wesker  is.

I  know  the  games.  I  know  the  canon.  I  understand  the  allegories,  etc.  Its  fine  if  you  take  away  anything  different  or  feel  uncomfortable  with  this  character  but  i’m  not  in  support  of,  excusing,  or  trying  to  support  anything  heinous  or  malicious.  I’m  just  an  rper  and  re  is  one  of  my  hyper-fixations  and  i  am  playing  Wesker  because  he  was  a  huge  part  of  the  series  and  i  am  good  at  playing  shitty  evil  little  men.

[oathofpromises]

Ada wasn't one to show emotions, especially around someone that she wasn't entirely sure where his loyalties laid. Could the spy really say she wasn't similar in that aspect, though? Not that the woman would ever admit that openly, though. A slight scoff escaped her lips. This man, he could try and hide it all he wants, but she could tell he was trying to make up for mistakes made. Yes, she knew a little of the Spanish Researcher's background, not a lot since he was shrouded in mystery himself, but enough to know that look in his eyes. It was a feeling the woman knew too well herself. A reminder of the mistakes she had made to get to this point. The people she had betrayed to achieve her own goals.

Closing her eyes, she emitted a soft sigh, trying her best to remain natural. There's no way the woman in red would allow anyone to catch sight of her true motives, not even Wesker, who for all intentions purpose thought the spy was working for him. That was how she preferred to keep things, a secret until it was the right time to reveal her cards. Everything was going exactly how she figured it would. It seemed Leon was causing quite a stir with the villagers allowing her to remain undeducted from their eyes.

“I’m sticking my neck out for you too Luis. You are well aware of our arrangement. You get me the sample and I keep you save from those pesky villagers. Least you forgot helping Leon and that girl isn’t a high priority.”

Ada words contradicted her actions though, considering this whole time she was helping Leon in ways that she could. Perhaps it was her trying to keep the agent on his toes. Make him question where her own loyalties were. People could think she was cold hearted even someone who didn’t care what happened to the world. Ada simply had her own goals and didn’t feel the need to explain them to anyone. Didn’t matter if they had history or not.

The woman slowly walked towards Luis, before placing a pack of smokes into his hand. It wasn’t like she was going to deny the man a cigarette especially not when everything around them were falling apart, plus she figured he was probably almost out of his last pack anyway. Glancing down at her phone, there was a new message from Wesker. She rolled eyes a bit, noticing how demanding the man sounded even through a text message. He really wanted that sample so badly but the cost..it was too high a price. She couldn’t let them see her cards just yet. Krauser was already sensing something was off yet Ada was able to keep fooling Wesker, at least for time being. Who knows what he would do once he learned the woman planned to betray him too. It was just a matter of all the players doing their part.

‘What is taking so long Ada. Retrieve the sample and while your at it get rid of that American agent. He’s nothing but a distraction.’

Ada had to laugh, as she tucked her phone away. She was slowly beginning to get a bigger picture of exactly the man Wesker truly was, and how far he would go to ensure his plan succeeded. Turning back to Luis, she leaned against a nearby tree tossing the researcher a cold calculating stare.

“Sera. Our time is running out, the longer you play hero with those two. The quicker the sample will be out of our reach, now be a good boy and let’s go grab it. My patience is running very thin.”

It wasn’t like she wanted to play babysitter, but seemed like so many of people she ran into required someone keep a close eye on things. At least Luis could fire a gun, so he wasn’t completely helpless. Maybe if they worked together she could ensure sample made it’s way into her hands and also learn a bit more about the others true intentions. He was a mystery in himself, never played his cards out either. Which made Luis, an interesting case since Ada could easily read someone but with him it was difficult to attain the answers she seeked. At least if they traveled together for now, she could keep a close eye on him. Maybe even figure out what Luis plan was. Nothing escaped her eyes for long.

Continued from here with @braverybled

[mlcheely]

It's Just A Game... CHAPTER TWELVE. ☆

DATE : ┃MARCH 18TH, 1998. LOCATION : ┃NEST, BENEATH RACCOON CITY. TIME : ┃9:32 AM.

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 Scientists and researchers alike have poured in and out of the room, poking and prodding at Erica. The researchers that came and went talked about how her body wasn’t reacting properly — or whatever they said . There were a few comments about possible immunity, but Erica didn’t care. She simply complied and did as she was asked — held out her arm for injections, blood pressure, blood samples, etc. — which baffled the Umbrella employees. Usually, test subjects fought for their lives, but it seemed she had no fight left in her. She almost seemed catatonic and this bored them, leading to the idea of torture being less than satisfactory. Little did they know, however, that internally she was fighting long and hard. She only obeyed in order to get out of this place alive — if she ever manages to, at least. In a time prior to Raccoon City, she’d used obedience as a defense mechanism once before and she felt pathetic resorting to something like that again. Unfortunately, if she wanted to get out of here she had to. She didn’t know how, but she knew she’d live to see the sun shine down on her face again.

 Wesker didn’t know the game she was playing. What kind of person willingly allows for these things to happen to them? No resistance, no aggression, no refusal whatsoever. It perplexed him, and it made him want to know more ; more about her and who she is.

 No one was allowed to enter Erica’s cell without Wesker’s permission or without his watch — something nobody questioned but couldn’t help but be curious about. “Why does Dr. Wesker have this fixation on a test subject ?” They would ask among one another. Nobody knew, and their theories ultimately proved nothing. Some employees rumored that he had some kind of interest in her, while others whispered the two of them have some kind of history. They shut up whenever Wesker came around, silencing their gossip. That didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of the rumors, however. He thought about entertaining them but usually the idea slipped his mind as quickly as it came.

 None of it matters — what matters to him are results. So far the results are anything but sufficient. Virus immunity is anything but what they want, and because of this he’s considering canceling the Progenitor trials and beginning the T-Virus trials. Her cells continue to reject the virus strains rather than accept them, but the way her body rejects it is like a passing cold. A severe fever and nausea have been the full extent of her symptoms — a positive but negative sign. They wish to achieve the goal of getting her cells to successfully bond with the viruses but fortunately for Wesker it is still only the beginning of experimentation.

 He peered into the two-way mirror and watched as Erica paced around the room.

 ‘ Hm . Maybe it is time for the T-Virus trials.’ He thought. Dr. Birkin had inquired when G-Virus testing will begin but, much like Wesker, he will have to wait to see the results he so much desired.

 “It’s only a matter of time.” Wesker quietly told himself.

 That’s right; Only a matter of time before they see positive results. He knows it .

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TEST SUBJECT 277

NAME: Erica Slater

PRIMARY DOCTOR: Dr. Albert Wesker SECONDARY DOCTOR: Dr. William Birkin

 SEX: F RACE: Caucasian EYE COLOR: Blue HEIGHT: 5’5” WEIGHT: 147 lbs

03 - 08 - 98

 Progenitor Strain A administered. Subject has had little to no reaction.

03 - 15 - 98

 Progenitor Strain B administered. Subject developed fever and nausea but began to recover after regurgitating. A second dose is scheduled for 5:00 PM.

03 - 24 - 98

 Progenitor Strains A and B have been removed from testing trials. Data gathered concludes the subject is immune to the A and B Strains. T-Virus Strain a testing trials are scheduled to begin at 8:00 AM.

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DATE : ┃MARCH 29TH, 1998. LOCATION : ┃NEST, BENEATH RACCOON CITY. TIME : ┃10:43 PM.

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 Pain. Agony. Burning . 

 Her body is on fire, ignited by viruses injected into her veins. Said veins pulse with a sting, and her heart feels like it’s going to burst out of her chest. She wants to reach inside her ribcage and rip it out herself. The desire to grip it and watch it turn to mush lingers in the back of her mind, but her arms are in too much pain to move — much like the rest of her body. Erica has felt like this for a couple of days now, completely enveloped in an inferno of suffering. Her head throbs and her stomach lurches back and forth. She wants to throw up but she knows she has nothing to throw up, overcome by a tsunami of nausea. Her stomach hasn’t been able to keep anything down and even if she tried to eat, she would just feel overwhelmed by queasiness before she could take a bite. 

 Opening her eyes, she glances up at the ceiling lights. They burn her eyes just as much as they did the first time and she winces, squinting her eyes to adjust to the brightness. Her eyes begin to water and she blinks her tears away, turning her attention towards the sound of the room’s door opening. She’s heard the same hiss over and over and over again. Muscles tense as a researcher approaches the bed, and she slowly turns her head to look up at the mask and glove wearing individual. The man looks down at her and he asks her a question. The vibration of his voice touches her skin, tickling it to cause goosebumps. She doesn’t hear him but she hears the sound of her heartbeat — or is it… his ? The thought slips her mind as he checks her blood pressure, which causes her to let out a whine at the pain of her arm being moved. A wave of air blows in their direction and Erica furrows her brows as the smell of something good catches her nostrils.

 What is that ?

 Suddenly, she feels her afflictions wash away from her. Her throat becomes tight with hunger and her mouth begins to water. Blue eyes lock on the Umbrella researcher’s throat; gawking at the man’s Adam’s apple, she licks her dry lips. His neck . It smells so good . 

 Deep down she feels disgusted with herself, but the way he smells and the thought of how he might taste perks her up. She sits up and he looks at her with confusion. A surge of excitement runs through Erica’s spine. She’s so… hungry …and she knows what she’s craving.

 She wants to eat him all up.

 It’s like she has no control over her body as she leans in and gets one good whiff of him. The researcher feels his face become hot out of embarrassment, but it quickly washes away as Erica grabs the back of his head with a quick motion and yanks it backwards, sinking her teeth into his supple flesh. He reacts with a horrified scream, trying to push her away before she bites down hard and rrriiippps out his vocal chords. Blood pours down the sides of her mouth, flowing down her neck to soak her white attire. She lets go of him and tosses his body to the floor as she shoves the flesh dangling from her lips into her mouth. She swallows the large chunk as he falls to the ground, gurgling on his blood. ‘Yummy.’ She thinks. Her eyes stare down at the researcher’s body as he twitches and gasps for air, causing more blood to squirt from his mouth and wound. She catches sight of his last breath as she licks her lips.

 Bloody hands come into view and she begins to clean them before the sound of an alarm going off brings her to her senses. Erica looks around frantically and feels panic set in, and when she spots the dead body on the floor? She goes absolutely ballistic as terror lashes out at her. Her eyes make their way down to her red stained hands and they widen when they catch sight of the blood stain on her shirt. She touches her neck and is met with more blood soaking her fingers, moving her hands up to her mouth. Blood, blood, blood — so much blood .

 Erica swallows and the tangy taste of iron is on the tip of her tongue — no — it’s blanketing the inside of her mouth. Suddenly, her tongue touches the remnants of raw meat between her teeth. No, no, NO ! An inhale — followed by a scream stereotypically heard in horror movies at the realization of what she just did. Tears start to trickle down her petrified face; what has she done ? She just killed somebody.

  Scratch that — she just ate someone.

 She…ate someone…

  Inhale . Another high pitched scream escapes her lips, moments before she vomits on the researcher’s body. Chunks of meat and blood spill onto the body before she gasps and retches onto the dead body once more, coughing at the sting of the bile against her throat. Her eyes are flooding with tears now, torn at the revelation she took this man’s life. What came over her? Why did she eat him?

 She catches a glimpse of his horror-stricken eyes, still open and facing towards the ceiling. Erica faces the two-way mirror and slides off the bed, careful to avoid the…mess.

 She runs to the mirror and looks into the black void, slowly beginning to hyperventilate. “I-I need someone to come help him.” She sniffles, unable to look towards the poor man’s body. She knows it’s too late for him; the way his chest never moved gave it away…or the fact that his throat is gone .

 Raising her first, she begins to pound on the mirror. “Hello?! Please come help I…I didn’t mean to, I — ” Erica’s eyes come in contact with her reflection and she gasps. Her face and neck are covered in blood, reaching down to the stain on her shirt. She looks so… monstrous . She looks closer and notices a flicker in her eye, and she steps away in shock. ‘Oh my God.’ She thinks raising a hand is disbelief. ‘What the fuck is happening to me?’

 Wesker and William are staring in awe at the astounding phenomenon happening in front of them. William is wide-eyed and his mouth is hanging open whereas Wesker is in complete shock, unable to move much less blink. At last , have they finally achieved what they’ve been striving for? Have they obtained the one thing they’ve spent years trying to accomplish? Have they at long last found their key to the next step in evolution? William turns to Wesker and swallows the lump beginning to form in his throat. He can barely contain his excitement. “She…She still has her intelligence.”

 Wesker doesn’t respond at first, continuing to gawk at the woman through the mirror. After a moment, he clears his throat. “Hold off on your celebrations — we have yet to see what will happen next,” He starts, “She could lose her — ” He stops as he watches Erica remove the sheets from the bed and cover the researcher’s body. 

 She quietly cries as she covers the body, mumbling and whispering “I’m sorry” over and over again. She’s showing remorse. Wesker’s mouth tightens, and the moment she begins to pray on her knees and beg for forgiveness is the same moment a grin graces his lips. How cute for her to seek redemption over an insignificant life. As far as Wesker knew, the researcher’s name was Brent or Bob — something like that — and was a loner. Why does she waste her time mourning him? Why does she care?

 “You were saying?” William remarks, and Wesker frowns.

 “Don’t patronize me, Birkin. Just send someone in to get rid of her mess.” He retorts, but he sighs a couple of moments later. “And send in a report to HQ. We need to inform them of our little victory.”

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DATE : ┃APRIL 8TH, 1998. LOCATION : ┃NEST, BENEATH RACCOON CITY. TIME : ┃2:03 AM.

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 That poor man.

  That poor, poor man .

 Erica hasn’t been able to get the cold, blank stare out of her head. The Umbrella researcher’s body was removed from her cell the same day of his death, and while she was afraid they would cuff her or tie her down the clean up team didn’t do that, nor did they actually clean anything — they just carried the body away. The man’s blood still stained the floor; now a dark brown that began to smell even more than she did. It’s a reminder of what she did; regardless if she did it voluntarily or not, she killed that man. She ripped out his throat . What human does that?

 She’s looking at herself in the mirror’s reflection. She sees a human but she knows deep down she probably doesn’t have the luxury of claiming as such anymore. Umbrella did something to her. They turned her into some kind of zombie freak —

 — well, “zombie” is a loose way to put it. She hasn’t lost her mind to the virus; a good and bad thing. 

 Erica is very lucky to not be the walking dead right now, but she knows with progress like this Umbrella will want more .

 She runs her hands through her matted hair, burying her fingers into the knots. Her eyes are sore from sobbing, turned raw after hours and hours of tears. Erica still believes she can make it out of here alive… unlike that other guy . She’s going to make it back home to her family and hug them and kiss them and tell them she loves them bunches…but if she doesn’t, the thought of seeing Chris and Jill again is enough. She will get out of this place and find help; she knows she will, she’s sure of it.

 Turning over on her side Erica closes her eyes, wincing as they close. She begins to imagine the many faces she wishes to see again: her parents, her siblings, her pets, Jill… Chris …

 Her lower lip trembles as she thinks about Chris’s face. The way he would look at her made her heart ache and she knew he felt for her even if he never said anything. She tried so damn hard to return the feelings, but her fears and anxieties got the better of her. She feels so guilty to have led him on, but what could she have done differently? What could she have done to prevent any of this from happening? Nothing, because how was she supposed to know Jill Valentine and Chris Redfield would become part of her life? Well, more like she became part of their lives. She frowns. She didn’t anticipate her mission of pretending to be someone else and go home to be a bust and turn into protecting the ones she’s come to care for. Hopefully the two of them find Erica’s letter and understand what her intentions were.

 ‘But what if they don’t understand?’ She asks herself, sighing through her nose.

 What if they find out she killed someone? What would they do? Would they lock her away from the world? Though, it probably wouldn’t be much different than this place. The thought makes her want to cry, but she isn’t sure if she has any more tears to spare. She lays in a fetal position and shudders from the room’s icy air as she tries to get comfortable, waiting for sleep to take over her body.

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DATE : ┃█ █, ████. LOCATION : ┃ █. TIME : ┃██:██ ██.

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 Erica finds herself in the middle of a long hallway. The wall’s trim is lined with red and she spots an Umbrella logo underneath her feet on the shiny floor. She swallows nervously. ‘Where am I?’ She questions. She turns around as employees start to walk past her, completely oblivious to her presence. Her brows furrow and she stands in front of one of the approaching employees. The Umbrella employee walks right through her and she gasps from the strange sensation. Is she dead ? No, there’s no way —

 — right ?

 As Erica begins to walk down the hallway, she spots William Birkin heading her way. He’s distracted by a clipboard in his hands and for a split second, he glances up at her and her eyes widen.

 “Hey!” He calls out to her. “How did you escape?” William rushes up to Erica and she steps back. She knows this has got to be a dream, but he probably doesn’t. As she backs away, she steps in the way of another employee, who passes through her and continues on their way. William stops in his tracks as he witnesses this. What just happened ? What the hell just happened? How did she just do that? Is he…dreaming? He furrows his brows and can’t help but laugh in disbelief. He feels like he’s lost his mind. This woman was telling him the truth. Although this time, she’s inside of his dream instead of Sherry’s; but how?

 Erica watches him and William stares at her. “How are you doing this?” He asks. “How are you inside of my head?”

 She swallows nervously before she turns away from him, ignoring him and beginning to walk away. He reaches towards her and yanks her arm. She glares at him as he pulls on her arm and tightens his grip. “How did you get in here?” She can hear the vice in his tone and her arm rips itself from his grasp. “ You brought me here.” She sneers.

 The answer causes an eye to twitch. What is she talking about? His eyes burn into her skull as he clenches his teeth. “What do you mean ?”

 “Exactly what I just said.” She sighs. “I’m starting to think you’re either willingly ignorant or just downright deaf.”

 William grunts in annoyance. “How did I bring you here?” Erica gives him a snarky smile. She feels like she should make a smart ass comment about how he’s probably been ‘thinking about her,’ but she would rather find out why she’s here over how. “I don’t know.” She replies before looking around. Employees still ignore her as they walk past, raising a brow at William as they go by. It seems like they can only see him and not her. ‘Weird.’ She thinks, pursing her lips as she looks back to William. William, Sherry, Wesker, and apparently Jill have all dreamt of her, but why? Why is it them specifically? Could any of it be related?

 “Well, I don’t know, either.” William scoffs.

 “It doesn’t matter how I’m here.” She says. “What matters is why .”

 “You say that as if I know the answer.”

 Frowning, Erica begins walking further down the hall, ignoring him once again. He quickly pursues behind her. “Hey!” He exclaims. “Just where do you think you’re going?”

 “I’m not sure. To look around; maybe find out why I’m here.”

 Oh. Right .

 William trudges behind her, following her as they enter a familiar laboratory. He’s been in this room before, but somehow it’s… different . A cryogenic tube in one of the corners is destroyed and he can’t exactly put his finger on what’s missing from this picture.

  Snarl !

 Erica and William whip their heads in the direction of the sound, and standing there is a T-Virus infected zombie. It lurches out towards William and Erica gasps. She runs and pushes the scientist out of the way, and that’s the last thing William remembers.

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DATE : ┃APRIL 8TH, 1998. LOCATION : ┃NEST, BENEATH RACCOON CITY. TIME : ┃5:43 AM.

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 “Has the subject produced any more data?” Wesker inquires as he steps into the observation room, but he’s surprised to find William is sitting at a desk and sleeping, nodding his head with a pen still in his hand. As his head leans forward he suddenly wakes up with a start, frantically looking around the room as his breath hitches. What was that ? He turns to see Wesker standing behind him, puzzled by his colleague’s sudden jerk awake.

 So, it really was just a dream…

 Wesker ignores William for a moment to peer into Erica’s cell. It seems she’s just woken up from some kind of nightmare. He furrows his brows. William looked like he had woken up from something similar. Hm . Could it simply be a coincidence? William stands and begins walking towards the two-way mirror. He sees Erica sitting up in the bed, her knees pulled up to her chest. Did he and Erica really share a dream, and did she save his life at the end?

 This is all so strange to him, but he wants to know more about this anomaly.

 “Did you enjoy your nap?”

 William waves his hand and rolls his eyes. “Not as much as I’d like.”

 Wesker chuckles, beginning to make his way over to a chair to sit. “Have there been any developments in my absence?”

 William feels his throat become tight as he searches for an answer. Oh, there’s been a development alright. The test subject entered his dream . This woman was actually telling the truth — not some kind of silly lie like he originally thought. He frowns as his mind travels to what she said about Sherry during his first encounter with the subject. Is he really neglecting his daughter? No…that isn’t true.

 He shakes his head and clears his throat. “No, uh — ” He swallows, “ — possibly ?”

 Wesker raises a brow. “ What ?” William feels his eye twitch. He contemplates keeping the information from Wesker, but in the moment he decides to tell him anyway. He’s got to tell someone, dammit! “She was telling the truth. She was really telling the truth.” He feels like a maniac as the words slip past his lips. “The dream with Sherry — It was real .”

 Wesker cracks a smile. “Perhaps I was gone for too long.” He retorts and William scoffs. “Listen to me. I know how I sound, but it’s true.” He runs his hand through his hair. “I dreamt of her.” He says, sighing through his nose.

 Wesker stops in place. ‘He…dreamt of her?’ He thinks, placing a hand on his chin in thought. ‘What could this mean?’ Should he tell William his own dream? He’s considering it, but he wants to know more about what William has to say first. “Go on.” He nods, prompting William to sit back down to elaborate.

 “It was strange; It felt so…real. I was walking down one of the halls when I spotted her. I asked her how she escaped, but when she tried to run away an employee just went right through her like she was a ghost. It was almost like I was the only one who could see her.” He explains. “I followed her to one of the labs, but something wasn’t right. One of the cryogenic tubes was destroyed and before I could do anything else, a T-Virus infected subject started to attack me. The last thing I remember is feeling her push me out of the way.”

 A broken cryogenic tube…Wesker recalls it quickly. It sounds similar to the dream he experienced; there was a broken cryogenic tube in his own dream, but the woman didn’t protect him and he was alone. ‘Strange’ is the word. He can’t help but wonder if William will soon be attacked, believing his dream somehow implies his future. After all, didn’t his own dream predict Erica’s capture?

 “Do you think she could recall it if you questioned her?” He asks, but he already knows the answer to that. She will .

 William glances in the direction of the two-way mirror.

 “I believe so, yes.”

 Wesker inhales.

 “I…also had a dream of her.” He states. “It was before she arrived. I was exiting one of the labs when I saw her. There was a destroyed cryogenic tube in mine, too.”

 William is taken aback by Wesker’s statement. “Why didn’t you say anything until now ?”

 “You say that as if I wanted to be perceived as a lunatic .”

 William scoffs at Wesker’s remark, but he knows he has a point. William can only imagine how he must sound. He clicks his tongue. “True…but what does any of this mean? You, me, Sherry — ” He looks down to the floor, “ — Is any of it related?” He questions, and Wesker shrugs. “If we want any answers we’ll have much more luck asking her ,” He motions towards Erica, “rather than asking amongst ourselves.”

 William sighs.

 “What I want to know is why us ? I just don’t get it.”

 ‘You're not the only one.’ Wesker thinks, watching as Erica lays back down in the metal bed and covers herself. ‘Why are you such an enigma?’ He asks himself while he eyes the woman.

 “We’ll find out soon.”