The Alternate God

An Ask blog for a swap AU Chris Redfield

[chrisredfield-re]

Meet The Alternate God!

This will be an ask-blog for Chris Redfield if he and Wesker had swapped places, he was the captain who betrayed his little team of piggies, he perished at the hands of his own creation and was revived with a virus coursing through his veins. Time and time again he has persisted with his rage and his determination to create a better world.

And now here he sits, willing to spare some of his precious time to answer some of your questions, don’t keep him waiting~

Name: Chris Redfield

Age: 42

Height: 6′ 9″

Weight: 189lb

Brief description: short brown hair and glowing red eyes he has lightly tan skin and a muscular build.

Headcanons and Lore list

NSFW boundaries

Main blog!

rules OOC: 

>Don’t be outright rude to the character, person behind the blog is still a person, thank you.

>While this will be an 18+ ask-blog I ask you refrain from being overly lewd, I have the right to refuse or delete asks if I am uncomfortable

>I’d appreciate if you did not spam the same question over a series of different asks

>This will be a multi-ship blog. While each relationship will be treasured others should have the ability to get some loving from the bastard

[memedetonator]

☠ ― 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝐴𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟. (𝑉𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝐶.)

Why were you named the way you were? Is there a special meaning behind your name (or middle name if applicable)?

When is your birthday? What is your ideal birthday?

What is your sexuality/orientation? How did you discover them?

What's usually on your shopping list?

What are some general hygiene things you do? How do you normally do your hair? What kind of products do you use?

What is in your pockets/bag/etc. right now?

What is it like where you live? How does it compare to where you grew up if it differs?

Do you have a favorite food? What's your favorite breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert?

Do you have any other family members? Parents, siblings, grandparents, cousins, etc.?

How do you feel about makeup? Are you any good at putting it on? Do you wear it often?

Would you say you are an introvert, or an extrovert?

If someone were to invite you to a party, would you enjoy it? What would you do during?

What scares you the most? And if it really happened... how would you deal with it?

Have you ever raised a weapon towards someone? Was it in self-defense, or was it purposefully? What happened afterwards?

Do you honestly believe that you are funny? Tell us your best joke!

Tell us about something that's happened recently (asker can request a specific "vibe" to the story--happy, sad, annoying, funny, etc. if they wish).

If you were to describe yourself in a few words, what would those words be?

Do you have any pets? If so, what are their names? What are they like personality-wise? Can we see them?

What is something you care desperately about? Something that you just couldn't live without?

Have you ever broken a bone? Have you ever had surgery?

How often do you cry? Do you happy cry, or do you mostly cry in sadness?

What are some weird interests or hobbies you have that people probably wouldn't expect you to have?

Have you ever lost someone close to you? Who was it? How did you cope with it?

What is your favorite holiday? What makes it your favorite? Is there something in particular that you enjoy most about it?

Do you have any crushes at the moment? If so, do you think you will ever tell them? Has anyone ever had a crush on you?

Are there any certain scents, sounds, or textures that you like? What about ones that you dislike?

Would you ever consider starting a family? How do you feel about getting married, having kids, and potentially settling down?

What are a few things (or one thing) you want to do before you die? Why?

Are you happy in your own skin? If you could change something about yourself, would you, and what would it be?

Do you have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? Do you go out of your way to always wear it when you can? Why is it your favorite?

[chrisredfield-re]

Wesker was heading towards the police station, injured and wounded from the last trial. The blood coming from his arms, legs, face and stomach was slowly drying, still it was dripping down on the ground.

He practically was limping to the office, trying to hide his groans of pain as much as possible.

"Chris..." he whispers as he enters the office, before collapsing on the floor.

@ask-dbd-survivor-wesker

When Wesker awakens he was laying on their new sofa, the office was completely redone to accommodate the both of them, it was just as they had imagined. Chris was sitting on the floor with his back against the sofa, his arms crossed and he was resting his eyes. Wesker had tendrils cuddled up all around him as if Chris finally trusted them enough around his beloved.

@ask-dbd-survivor-wesker

[ask-dbd-survivor-wesker]

Wesker slowly opens his eyes and blinks a few times, as if having to remember where he was and how he got there. Seeing the tendril he smiles a bit before trying to get up with a groan of pain. He only manages to sit up, even the slightest movement caused him pain.

"Chris..." he finally says with a soft voice, gently running his hand through the other mans hair.

[chrisredfield-re]

Chris remained asleep, barely stirring at the touch. The tendrils inched closer and tapped Wesker's bare chest as if asking for entry, a different tendril on the floor slithers onto the wall and with some effort formed the word 'painkillers?' and lingered for a few moments before congealing to see if Wesker was looking before spelling the word out again.

They wanted to numb his pain but waited for Wesker to give permission.

[ask-dbd-survivor-wesker]

Wesker reads the word on the wall and looks down on the tnedrils on his chest before giving a weak smile and nods "I could use some painkiller right now" he says quietly not to wake Chris, his hand still gently running through the male's hair.

[chrisredfield-re]

The tendril injects itself into Wesker's chest as painlessly as possible before it starts to work its magic. Several tendrils bring over a tray of cookies and apple juice for Wesker to eat and gain some energy back, they squeaked concerned for their master's mate and nuzzled him extremely carefully.

They made sure not to wake Chris as well, the bags under his eyes show that he may have just fallen asleep.

[ask-dbd-survivor-wesker]

Wesker takes a few deep breaths as he relaxes, feeling the virus doing its magic. He smiles at the other tendrils, recognizing their behavior that they have accepted him and are not hostile. “Thank you” he says quietly with a soft smile and slowly eats a cookie and sips on the juice.

[chrisredfield-re]

Surprisingly it was the sound of Wesker sipping that made Chris jolt awake with a look of fear, he whips around and makes eye contact with him. It takes a moment but he sighs in relief and visibly relaxes,

"H-hello my love," He spoke in a raspy voice, "You gave me quite the scare." He reaches forward and delicately touches Wesker's shoulder as if he was made of glass, he doesn't move for a moment as he sighs again in pure relief.

[ask-dbd-survivor-wesker]

"S..sorry" he quickly says and puts the juice away. "I did not want to wake you." he says and gives him a soft smile. He did not know how he looked like at the moment, he just hoped he was in a halfway good looking condition.

"T..thank you for helping me" he then whispers quietly, avoiding to look the other in the eyes.

[chrisredfield-re]

"Are-are you okay my beloved?" He carefully moves his hand to Wesker's cheek, a smile breaking on his face. He cleared his throat trying to sound normal but with the red eyes and pink cheeks it was clear he was crying earlier, he breathed slowly as he stood.

"Do you need anything? Better food? A bath? Would you like me to check your wounds?" He was up and motivated by worry-filled energy, fretting over every little thing possible.

[ask-dbd-survivor-wesker]

Wesker sits up and shakes his head "N..no, I guess I'll do just fine" he says quietly. "I-I didnt know where else to go" he then says with a raspy voice. He tried getting up but was too weak, he immediately fell down on the floor, despite the virus inside him healing him.

[chrisredfield-re]

"My beautiful prince" He whispered moving to cradle Wesker close, he clicks his tongue for a tendril to bring more water over for the male to drink.

"I am so sorry I didn't find you sooner, I am so deeply sorry that you had to come here yourself. I should have been there to help you- to protect you." He placed delicate kisses on Wesker's face.

[chrisredfield-re]

continued from @ask–dbd–wesker

His anger very quickly subsided, his shoulders slacked and his brows furrowed. He seemed at a loss for words, with a soft sigh he speaks, “My apologies Albert, I shouldn’t have let my temper get the better of me.”

 He walks over to his desk and lifts it before setting it back in place while making the least possible noise, “Father had taken me in after he held me at gunpoint for stealing a loaf of bread, from there he said that if I wished to live I would obey his every word. He made sure I could take care of my sister so I allowed myself to be experimented on, survived every death match against dogs and guards just so I could walk home back to Claire…He used me in every way possible up until I had killed him by my own hands, but I never saw myself as a god though he claimed he was one, I followed all of his views for the future but they were all lies.”

 He looked to Wesker, a pain in his eyes, “Father never wanted to advance humanity, he was creating bioweapons. He lied to both of us about everything he ever wanted we achieve, he used us as puppets for greed, we were nothing to him.”

    Chris reaches forward, hesitantly, and gently placed his hand on Wesker’s shoulder. His voice is warm and kind as he spoke, “I may one of the only people who truly understand the suffering you have gone through, I am deeply sorry for hurting you as I did. While I disagree with your thought of godhood I shouldn’t insult you for it, I hope you can forgive me.”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker looked at the hand on his shoulder before looking the other man in the eyes.

There were a lot of things he could say at that moment, but he couldnt. Not because he didnt want to, but because he was unable to describe or explain what was going on inside him right now. He knew Chris was right, he could understand how he felt.

“I am sorry for what you had to experience.” he then says, his voice usually monotone and cold like always, but he truly meant it. Being manufactured in this way, he did not hold a lot of emotions inside, but one look in his eyes could tell he meant it.

“I will forgive you for your actions, but I will not tolerate that kind of behavior. Let us forget about this incident, but let this also be a warning for you not to tempt me.”

He leans close and whispers into Chris’ ear “Otherwise I will not have another choice but to correct your behavior~”

[chrisredfield-re]

“I think I have proven myself a decent match to yourself, my love.” He smirks whispering back, “You’ll have to be at your full strength to try and wrangle me into obedience~”

  He then pulls back with a goofy smile as if he has never been angry in his life as he pours two cups of coffee, “I will admit despite our bickering just now I quite enjoy your company, it has been nearly a decade since I have met someone who could actually take me in a fight. Though that is unsurprising with how similar we are to each other hm? I’d love to meet on even ground and spar with you at some point or another, think of it as training if you will.”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

“Who’s talking about wrangling into obedience? You can just obey my word because perhaps you want to? Out of your own free will?” he snickers with a smirk.

He keeps quiet for a moment as if having to think about the offer the other man made. He knows how quick and strong he was, but it would be a good opportunity to watch and study the other man. “We could use the RPDs gym if you want, otherwise, I do have a private dojo, where we could meet as well.”

[chrisredfield-re]

“A private dojo you say? Impressive.” He nods gently taking a sip before speaking again,

  “However it is best we use the gym here, we both know it well so it would be the more equal sparing ground for us to use. Also there is no way I am going to willingly obey you and feed your ego more” Chris chuckles softly leaning back in his chair, he had a gentle look in his eye with his gentle jab towards Wesker.

[ask--dbd--wesker]

“The gym it is then” he says before smirking mysteriously “Oh you will obey me, dont you worry about that.” he carefully watches Chris’ every move.

“I will wait there for you” he says and within an eyeblink, he disapeears. People would think he telerported, but it was just Weskers’ ability to move incredibly fast.

[chrisredfield-re]

Wesker gets to the gym seemingly first, after a few moments he can see Chris step out of the shadows as if he was always there. He shrugs off his coat and sets it down before taking off his shirt, his scars showing visibly and decorating his skin like freckles. Rolling his shoulders he smiles down at Wesker,

  “Tell me when we begin, I’m more than ready.”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker looks at Chris, seemingly calm and professional, but still there is a glow in his eyes, staring at the males chest.

“Very well then”

Wesker takes off his own coat and shirt, but unlike Chris, he wears a black funktional shirt underneath. He has quite some scars as well, decorating his body.

He stretches a few times before giving a short nod. “We can begin. Let’s see how good you really are.”

[chrisredfield-re]

With their superior speed Chris looked like he was running normally despite the fact he crossed the room in a few seconds. He had a small smile on his face, the muscles of shoulders flexing as he reached forward and prodded Wesker in his side. It was painless and more so a taunting tactic to rile the shorter male into attacking.

  “I am sure we have different styles when it comes to fighting, this is more a display of skill than a test.”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

“Well then Chris, this should be easy for you then” he chuckles and sprints across the whole gym withing a few seconds, slightly faster than Chris, before appearing right behind him and grabbing him by the shoulder, pushing him down on his knees.

“Oh I remember this scence, how often I did that. Not with you, but the Chris from my world” he laughs. “It’s always fun to bring a Chris down to his knees.”

[chrisredfield-re]

He sweeps his leg in an attempt to knock Wesker off balance as he easily rips his shoulder from the grip and stood giving the male a sharp jab in the side. He licked his teeth, “Funny, I recall doing something similar to put my Albert on his knees, but it required a few choice words.”

  He winked and went in for an uppercut though it was easy to dodge, “I can see you have more speed than myself. I wish to test your endurance compared to my own.”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker easily dodges the new attack and with another fast movement he has his hand tightly on Chris’ jaw. “A Wesker does not go down on his knees. Never. I want you to understand this.”

Still holding Chris’ jaw in the tight grip, he thinks about the offer. “Your wish shall be done” he says and squeezes one more time before letting go of the other mans jaw.

[chrisredfield-re]

Chris grabs Wesker by the arm and wrenches it behind the male’s back so he could pin him against the wall, a hum leaving his lips as he easily kept Wesker pinned with his immense strength. Slowly he begins to wrangle the shorter male down until they were both on their knees. His front pressed against Wesker’s back he purrs into his ear, 

  “You always looked so pretty on your knees however. You claim you could never yet hear you are, kneeling and unable to escape…” He presses his lips against Wesker’s ear, whispering soothingly, “I’d even go as far as to say you are adorable like this~”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker groans, his eyes suddenly glowing in fury as he punches Chris in the abdomen with his elbow. It took him a couple of stronger hits until he freeded himself.

With ease he grabbed Chris by the arm, spinning around he got him into the same position he was just seconds ago. Leaning close to Chris, he whispers in his ear, his voice sounding dangerous “I will not repeat myself again, Chris. A Wesker does not go down on his knees.”

He throws Chris a couple feet away to the floor and slowly steps closer, he can feel the power he holds in his hands and fingers. “Why dont you understand it Chris? I will always overpower you, no matter where or when.”

[chrisredfield-re]

“You couldn’t hurt me if you tried.” He cracked his neck and opened his arms, a slick grin as he stands defenseless. 

  “Give me your best shot my little lamb. I want to see if you even leave a bruise!” Chris knows how much punishment his body can take, how many hits Wesker could land before he would take serious damage, he self confident in his every breath and egged Wesker to do his worst. Perhaps baiting Wesker to come closer, or perhaps the opposite, there was no way to tell what his plan was.

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker smirks, finally he can get his revenge on Chris, even if it wasnt his Chris.

With a fast speed he dashed forward, ready to hurt Chris. With on hand, he grabbed Chris by the shoulder, bringing him a little down and closer, with his other hand, he punched Chris in the chest and stomach over and over again.

Wesker knew how strong he was, and if it was the Chris from his world, he’d be gone within a second. But this was an alternate Chris, as strong, if not even stronger than he himself was. And Wesker knew how much he could endure, so he calculated Chris could take as much as he could, perhaps even a little more.

“Just give up, Chris. You can’t do this forever!” Weskers eyes were glowing in a bright orange as he kept punching Chris.

[chrisredfield-re]

The first ten punches knocked Chris back little by little, but soon enough he stopped reacting to the hits. As Wesker continued to burn his energy and wear himself out Chris stood still with that cocky grin, it didn’t take long before he hummed softly, “Is that really all you have?”

  He grabs Wesker’s fists to stop his next attack and leaned in close, gently grasping the back of his neck as he whispers, “How disappointing~”

  With a flash he grips the back of Wesker’s neck roughly and shoves him onto the floor with enough power to crack the floor, this for a moment stunned the shorter male and gives Chris time to flip Wesker to lay on his back. He sits on Wesker’s hips and grabbed both of his wrists with one hand holding it above the male’s head keeping him firmly pinned to the ground. 

  “I hope you’re not already tired, my sweet little lamb~”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Weskers eyes burn in a raging red as he struggles hard underneath the big male. “CHRISSSS” His scream could be heard far outside the police station.

He keeps wringling and struggling, in hopes to free himself. He knew how strong he was, so Wesker did not underestimated Chris’ strenght, but he miscalculated the steps the other male would make.

“You’ll pay for that!” Wesker finally stopped his struggles, but his eyes still glowed fiercly. “What do you want, Chris? Do you want to bring me down on my knees so badly?”

[chrisredfield-re]

His wicked grin was quick to disappear, an almost worried and pained expression gracing his face, “I’m not going to hurt you Albert.”

  His free hand nearly cups Wesker’s face but he stops just sort, the look of hesitation as if he was scared that is touch alone would cause the smaller male pain, he stops pinning Wesker to the floor and stands. Chuckling softly he shook his head, even if Wesker was on the same level of him he still held the same face he loved.

  “I guess this means I am the weaker one hm?”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

With a jump Wesker is back on his feet and gets rid of the dust on his clothes. “Chris, in every scenario possible I would agree to this, but in this one, I do have to admit it, even if I dont do this, you are stronger than me. The physical strength. As for emotional strength, you do have a lot of weaknesses. Things I dont have, but I am assuming this is because of the different backstory we have.”

He raises his gloved hand, and stops right in front of Chris chest, as if waiting for permission to touch him. He then gently rubs of the dust from Chris body, his gaze emotionless and professional, just like someone would expect a researcher to be.

[chrisredfield-re]

He gently clasps Wesker’s hand into his own, a soft genuine look of love that was almost a complete jump from how he usually held himself around Wesker. With a soft sigh Chris speaks,

  “It seems as though your face alone is enough to entrance me into a more docile nature, I care too deeply for you to ever lift a finger with malicious intention. As pitiful as it is to say, you have always been my greatest weakness.”

  His eyes trace Wesker’s hand before he slowly lets go, a sad chuckle leaving his lips as he turns his back to the shorter male and went to retrieve his turtleneck and coat.

[ask--dbd--wesker]

“I am fully aware of that, something between Wesker and Chris, may it be the two of us, or the alternate versions of us, something wants us to be our greatest weakness, since you are mine as well.” he says, taking on his own clothes again.

Fixing his hair and the sunglasses, he looks at the taller man “It was a great honor to do this, and I would like do this again if you are open to it as well.”

He pauses for a moment. “I would like to show you something, if you are open for it. It is in my private laboratory and I am sure you are interested in seeing this.”

[chrisredfield-re]

“I would be delighted to come to your laboratory! I would love to swap research notes and reports on any experiments you have conducted in the realm!” He had a look of joy a child would get towards seeing their favorite candy. A genuine excitement that put a bounce in his walk as he neared Wesker again, wanting to go to Wesker’s private laboratory as soon as possible.

  “Lead the way my dear!”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker nods and starts walking out of the police station. “It took be a lot to convince the entity to offer me a private lab, but I am greatful for it and the equpment is excellent.” he says with a proud smile. “It seems as if the entity knew exactly what I needed and it all reminds me well of my time at Umbrella and later Tricell.”

Soon they arrive near a concrete building in the middle of the woods. “This is my private shack, forgive me for just bringing you here, but the lab is right underneath, a big complex stretching itself upon a few miles.” he explains and takes out a security card swimping it through a reader and with that the doors to the building open.

Everything inside the building was kept simple and only in black and white, just like someone would expect from Wesker. He continues going to something which looks like a lift; the doors open automatically and he steps in.

Upon arriving in the underground lab, he continues walking down a long corridor, making sure Chris follows. “The reason it is so big is because I do have multitple projects I do want to work on, wheter it is a personal matter or just out of curiousity on discovering this place’s secrets.” He enters a room, big water tanks in there containing the Uroboros Virus tendrils.

“I have to apologize, I wasn’t quite honest with you before. I am slowly working on the process of making Uroboros heat resistent. Since the virus is very sensitive when it comes to heat, especially fire, but prefers water, I started to turn up the water temperature. My first attempts were a failure, but my constant work on advancing the genes slowly turned into progress. The current water temperature of this tanks is at 110 degrees Fahrenheit. Since the human body temperature is at 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit I started from there and continued slowly increasing the temperature, for others i did work on the genetic structure before doing the same. You can see it all in my reports and records.” he says and hands Chris a file.

[chrisredfield-re]

Wesker, despite being a few feet away from Chris, could feel the larger male’s purring. His eyes were fully dilated to the point the red of his eyes could hardly be seen as he begins to flip through excitedly.

“Albert this is beautiful. Your level of detail and your thoroughness- this is all incredible! Water is an amazing way to try to get the virus used to it though I am concerned about the steam and the temperatures that it could reach, which poses a threat for the delicate process- I’m sure you have already thought about that!”

He looked completely giddy, the vibration of his purring rivaling that of a lion with his excitement, the word felt like an understatement.

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker nods, a proud smirk on his face. “Smart idea, and yes, I did already think about it. These tanks are constructed that they absorb the steam which is then used to water these plants” he says and points to another row of tanks with the flowers containing the progenitor. Other tanks contained other flowres and plants native to the realm. “These tanks are built that only as much steam gets converted and used to water these plants as they need, so these plants live under perfect conditions here.”

He looked at Chris and saw his dilated eyes, slightly chuckling. “So, I see you have the issue with dilated eyes as well, fascinating.”

[chrisredfield-re]

“I don’t see it as an issue. It is my way of showing you that I am comfortable with showing my emotions to you.” She smiles warmly and looks over the tanks,

“I remember when I rediscovered the location of the progenitor flowers. I was so fed up with at the time with Spencer before his death that I plucked a flower right off the plant and ate it in front of him! You should have seen the horror on his face when I swallowed it.” He shakes his head chuckling, “Those next eight months were hell on earth.”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

“That is why it is important to work with these flowers and extract everything correctly” he says, nevertheless a small chuckle escapes his mouth. “You can be happy to be still alive, those flowers are highly dangerous, but you already know that.” he says. Pausing for a moment, he reads some data from different displays and writes down the numbers on a notebook.

“I do have other experiments going on, do you want to see them as well?” he asks.

[chrisredfield-re]

“I would be utterly honored to see what other experiments you have Albert!” He hummed joyfully and bounced on the balls of her feet, a big smile on his face and his purring louder than ever, he may just start shaking the floor with how content he seemed in Wesker’s company.

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker hums happily and nods “Follow me then” he says and makes his way to the other aresa of the big lab complex. Behind different glass doors tanks with all different kinds of flowers, plants and herbs.

“I have multiple tests and experimets going on at the same time as you can see. Who knows how long we will be here? Perhaps one day we will get out and I want to collect as much data on this place as possible.” he explains and enters another small sterile room.

Inside there were a few test tubes with different blood samples, all labeled with the names of the survivors. It seemed as Wesker has been collecting the blood of them to experiment on them.

“I’m trying to find which blood type is most competible with the Uroboros virus. It does not serve a greater goal, net yet at least, it is simply for the statistics and analysis.”

[chrisredfield-re]

“I am still working on a way out in my own free time, but most of my free time has been consumed by trying to rid the station of the Entity’s corruption. It has been quite tiring.”

Chris happily listened to everything Wesker had to say with a big smile, it was warm and prideful. Seeing the face of the man he tried so hard to convince to his side actively talking about his experiments filled him with a sense of joy. Even if it wasn’t the same Albert he was happy all the same.

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker looks up, Chris has definitely all of his attention now? “A way out you say? Do you even think it is possible?” he questions.

“And tell me more about the corruption? It is quite a nasty thing, still I wish to learn about it. Could you, if possible, get me a sample so I can work on that?” he asks then.

He could see how happy and excited Chris was talking to him, and about all the research. And Wesker had to admit, he sort of felt the same. Trying to convince his Chris all those years ago to join him, and then again, and again. Finally he could share his knowledge, and perhaps even learn a few new things.

[chrisredfield-re]

“I have plenty of samples of the entity’s corruption, the orange and black ooze that clings to the corners like mold. Removing it is taxing but with Uroboros it doesn’t corrupt me completely so I am able to absorb it onto my body and move it to a safer disposal containment.”

He hummed softly shuddering at the memory before he thinks for a moment, “I remember reading old journals and entries of people who have left and returned to the realm, there had to have been a way to achieve it. I fully intend on finding it.

[ask--dbd--wesker]

“Is there a chance that I could have a copy of those journals?” Wesker asks. “And of course samples of the corruption.” Wesker would’ve loved to find out more about how Chris was able to carry the corruption before disposing it, but he did not want to push the other and asks something like that which could be considered as disrespectful.

[chrisredfield-re]

“Yes yes of course! I could even demonstrate, though I’m quite worried that you shouldn’t execute it yourself seeing the state of your body…” He trails off thinking for a moment before he whistles for his tendrils to fetch the mentioned journals before he would continue.

“My apologies if this comes off as insulting but I don’t believe your body could handle it if with the Uroboros content currently in your system, it feels as though your virus is just a baby if that makes any sense!” He tilted his head as if trying to put it into words, finding it rather hard to do so.

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker nods understanding. “There is no need for you to apologize, altough I do have to admit it quite hurt a bit. Nevertheless you are speaking the truth, I still am in the process of fully binding with the virus.” He takes the journals from the tendrils and nods as a thanking gesture.

“Still I would like to have some examples of the corruption, only if you are able to bring me some of them, of course. No one has to get hurt in the process of doing something for the other.”

[chrisredfield-re]

“As strange as it may sound I don’t recommend bonding with it completely.” He spoke above a whisper as if what he said was heretical. He didn’t have the strength to look Wesker in the eye as he said, “For all the glory and strength it gives you, I believe it takes much more than you are willing to give. Even if you think you are willing to give everything to it.”

He inhales sharply, “I can get you fresh samples when you wish to return to the police station. I could get them off an area I have been wishing to clean for some time.”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker watches Chris for a few seconds, his mind analyizing the situation. The mimics, the gestures of the other, the way the tone of his voice fell. “It is also important to know if the virus wants to fully bind, it is a two party choice here” he says in his usual voice.

“I would love to get the samples, expect me to arrive there in a couple of days.” he then says, a spark of excitement in his eyes.

[chrisredfield-re]

"How big of a sample would you like? A vial's worth or perhaps enough to fill a briefcase? Perhaps I can prepare it in advance of your arrival." He grins with the same spark in his eyes. He holds out his hand to shake,

"I look forward to working with you, Albert Wesker."

[specialagentleonkennedy]

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Leon’s heart raced and skipped, stunned by how fast Chris reacted that not even the Plaga to register his movements, adding yet another reason to not get on the larger male’s bad side, for that would a fight he could never win.

It took Leon another minute to even remember to breathe after Chris pulled away, shaking his head once he snapped out of it. “Understood, Captain- wait no I mean sir- no that’s not- ‘crap what do I call you again?.” He stumbled over his words, as if his brain short-circuited in response to the mixed emotions. Yes he was startled by the taller male’s actions, yet at the same time he felt safer.

@chrisredfield-re

[chrisredfield-re]

“God you’re so beautiful....I’m starting to think you were made to hypnotize me.” Chris chuckles softly giving Leon a small peck on the cheek before going to tend to the meat again.

  He feels as though he has regained control over his emotions and had a cheeky and almost smug look on his face as he begins to cook the meat with the veggies.

[specialagentleonkennedy]

An audible squeak escapes the smaller male's lips, his face painted bright red. All the blood rushing to his face drained the heat out from the rest of his body, causing Leon to start shivering slightly, but he did his best to ignore it.

"Funny, I was about to say the same thing about you." Leon finally spoke, a small grin on his lips. "Is there anything else I can do to help? Or would you'd rather I stand here and be eye candy for you?." He asked, trying hard not to laugh at his own comment.

[chrisredfield-re]

“Yes actually could you grab the rice and pour two cups into this pot of water?” He grabs a pot and sets it down beginning to fill it with water while still tending to what he was cooking. A grin on his face knowing that this would bring Leon closer to him yet again and hoped he could tease the male further. 

[specialagentleonkennedy]

Leon nods, smiling. “Of course I can, love. Though I hope you have another task for me on hand, as that sounds like a very quick job.” He states, retrieving the rice and doing as told. Both the Plaga and Molded tried fruitlessly to get Leon to move closer to Chris, wanting to soak up the heat from the larger male like a dying houseplant soaking up water.

[chrisredfield-re]

“Well my dear the food is nearly done!” Chris was purring quite loudly, happy to be close to Leon and gently leaned his head on the smaller male. The tendrils slowly coil around Leon, feeling the lack of heat and regulating their own temperature to give off more warmth.

  “Oh! My love why are you cold suddenly? Do you want my coat?”

[specialagentleonkennedy]

Leon really hoped Chris couldn't hear his heart pounding in his chest or the redness on his face. The molded tendrils nuzzled against the Uroboros like a cat greeting another.

"Oh no, I'm alright." He answered, shaking his head. "It's nothing serious, just a little cold spell." Despite the fact that he was indeed freezing, Leon didn't want to worry Chris, but he knew his little lie was crystal clear.

[chrisredfield-re]

The pupils of his eyes narrow into slits and he presses the back of his hand to Leon’s neck before stepping back and shrugging off his coat, “Here is a little secret no one knows about. The only part of me that isn’t made up of Uroboros is my brain, I have no other organic material to speak of. Which means my skin, hair, the tears I shed, even the clothes I wear is an illusion Uroboros perfected.”

  He wraps Leon in his coat and kisses his cheek, a little closer to the male’s lips than before and pulled back with a grin.

[specialagentleonkennedy]

Leon purred softly, nearly melting to the warmth of the coat as he nuzzled the taller male’s cheek before he pulled away. Slowly he stopped shivering, gently clinging to the coat. He perked up in response to the sudden revelation, staring at Chris with wide shiny blue eyes.

“Wait, really?! But, how is that possible? What happened to the nervous system? Did the Uroboros cause any damage to your brain or was it left untouched? Ho-“ Leon quickly stopped himself before it went any further, a look of embarrassment plastered on his face. “I…. I’m sorry, old habit. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

[chrisredfield-re]

“So the Uroboros in a sense became my nervous system, think of it like the tongue eating louse, it consumed my entire body and thus became my body. I bonded with it completely and so it left my brain alone to act as the command center. I can disperse my body at will, go through solid material like water through cloth, I can morph my body however I please-” 

  He pressed a few kisses to Leon’s face chuckling, snapping his finger and showing how the coat congeals and loses it’s soft texture to return to being a mass of writhing tendrils, before he snaps and the coat retakes form. 

  Chris presses a few more venturing towards Leon’s jaw before he gasps and turns around quickly and saves the food from a overly crisp demise before sighing softly and turning off the stove, “Shall I set the table?”

[specialagentleonkennedy]

The shorter male couldn’t help but giggle in response to the kisses, his face tinted pink and a warm smile on his lips. “That’s incredible, not even the Molded can do that. I mean, yeah I can make it spread like a ribbon worm, but I can’t exactly go through walls…… unless I put my fist through it first.” He stated with a weak chuckle. “I guess this makes you superior to me……”

“Would you like me to help set the table? I’ll feel bad if I let you do all the work.”

[chrisredfield-re]

“Do not call me superior.” His nose scrunches slightly, “That’s the least fitting word for me my love, I hated being called above it all, The worst was when they called me a..” He pauses, sucking in air sharply before turning to Leon with a warm smile.

  “If you could set the table that gives me the chance to find a good wine for us to dine with how does that sound?” Chris moves the food to a wooden tray to retain it’s heat.

[specialagentleonkennedy]

Leon jumps slightly, but relaxes. "I apologize, I didn't know. I'll try to keep that in mind." He said in a soft tone, taking Chris's hand and placing a gentle kiss while the molded tendrils wrapped around the taller male's hand and giving a comforting squeeze like a hug.

He gives the other a loving smile. "Sounds like a plan to me, dear. Just tell me where everything is and I'll get started."

[chrisredfield-re]

He gives Leon a small peck on  the cheek and nods, he clicks his tongue and a tendril who was beginning to sweep dropped the broom to slither over, “This one will show you where to go my dear, pick out the plates and utensils that you wish I will have them bring over the food while I get the wine!”

  Chris excitedly leaves to get the wine from the cellar all the way downstairs while the commanded tendril nuzzles against Leon much like a cat before slithering to the location of the dining stuff. With how quiet the station it was easy to hear the small squeaks and squeals they make when passing another tendril, like a quick exchange of information as they may make noise back or slither away to do something.

[specialagentleonkennedy]

The smaller male made a soft giggle, the color of his eyes swirling between yellow and blue, his heart pattering softly underneath his ribs. “Understood, darling.” He giggles again. “That’s what I’ll call you now; Darling.”

He quickly returns the kiss before Chris left, his Telekinesis picking up the fallen broom before following the little tendril, careful not to step on any passing tendril. “You are absolutely adorable, just like Chris.”

[chrisredfield-re]

The tendril wriggles in response but it’s reaction is rather unknown. It brings Leon to a large class cabinet with dozens of different sized plates, bowls, cups and the draws had silvered utensils. It slithered away to possess a rolling tray and bringing it over for Leon to set what he desired onto it, popping it’s head back up on top of the table it watches Leon waiting for what he chooses.

[specialagentleonkennedy]

Leon stared at the cabinet for a good minute before shaking his head. "You know, Chris could've told me that the cabinet was mostly glass." He said, knowing that the tendril couldn't respond verbally.

The molded tendrils emerge from his arm, opening the cabinet and picking up whatever Leon decided on. Despite being fully capable of incredible violence, the molded tendrils were extremely gentle.

"That should do. Now little guy, would you be kind enough to show me where the dining room is?." He asks, gently petting the Uroboros tendril.

[chrisredfield-re]

Much like their master they gave off tiny vibrations similar to that of purring. Easily entranced by the touch they were receiving they wriggle happily against Leon’s hand. It takes the tendril a moment before they possessed the table again and hurried to the dining area where another possessed rolling tray was taking the food. Chris must have still been picking out the wine at this time.

[specialagentleonkennedy]

Leon smiled sweetly, once again seeing the tendril as like a cat or well-behaved dog, but mostly cat. He follows and watches the tendrils working hard before realizing Chris’s absence. “Huh, I guess he’s taking his time.” He says to himself, then gets an idea.

Removing the bandaging from his hand, a molded tendril slithers out from the wound he got earlier. “Go find Chris and see if he needs help, I’ll be setting the table.” He drops the molded tendril and it slides down the stairs like water in a lazy manner, before catching Chris’s scent and bolting for the taller male’s location.

[chrisredfield-re]

Chris was sitting in the cellar deciding between two different wines, he sees the molded tendril and smiles putting a bottle down and offering his hand to climb onto, “Oh hello there little one, is Leon waiting for me? We better not keep him waiting any longer hm?”

[specialagentleonkennedy]

The tendril wiggled in greeting before slithering up and around Chris's arm. It lacked eyes, nostrils and ears, yet it's featureless head opens up much like a Sea Butterfly, and repeats the words "Go find Chris and see if he needs help, I'll be setting the table" in Leon's voice, yet it sounded off, as if the tendril was trying to copy the smaller male's voice, but lacked the vocal cords needed for speech. It then closed its head and nuzzled Chris's arm, wiggling and purring from the warmth.

[chrisredfield-re]

Chris gasps and openly gushes over the tendril’s ability to speak, bouncing on his feet and gently but excitedly petting the molded tendril. He continues up to the dining area with stars in his eyes as he scoops Leon into a bear hug,

  “Youre abilities are incredible!”

[specialagentleonkennedy]

The smaller male lets out a startled squeak, nearly dropping a plate but a separate molded tendril grabs it and sets it on the table. He squirms a bit in Chris’s arms, giggling. “Oh come on, they’re not that impressive! Besides, I’m more than just a one-trick pony.”

Leon purrs and nuzzles Chris, his tail returning and wagging excitedly as a few more tendrils emerge from his blackened arms and wrap around the larger male’s arms and hands. “You’re really cute when you’re happy, did my tendril do something cute?.”

[chrisredfield-re]

“Your tendril spoke! My tendrils don’t even understand the difference between a sentient human and an animal!” He peppers kisses across Leon’s face before gently putting him down.

  “Everything about you is incredible and utterly adorable.” He was purring loud enough that by just touching Leon’s hand the vibrations could be felt.

[specialagentleonkennedy]

Leon was quiet for a minute, as if confused, before realizing what the taller male meant and he giggles. “I’m happy the molded have managed to impress you, not everyone likes them. Oh! You know how mushrooms in the wild can make music? The molded can do the same, but with a slight biological alteration that music becomes a voice. And you know how people will do spore prints? The molded does the same, but with sound! It will copy the vibrations of someone’s voice, almost like a recorder! Oh and-“

Leon quickly covered his mouth with his hands, his face flushed red with embarrassment. “I uh, I’m sorry. I keep forgetting fungi is a boring subject.” He clears his throat, the tail quietly disappearing. “Anyway, the table is almost set.”

[chrisredfield-re]

“I will get on my knees and beg you to learn more.” He spoke in a genuine manner, cupping Leon’s face with stars in his eyes, he kisses the male’s forehead before breaking away to pour the food into the bowls while also pouring the wine for the two of them. The tendrils finishing up the small details so the two could sit and eat.

[specialagentleonkennedy]

Leon smiled and purred softly in response to the kiss, giggling. “Oh, no you don’t have to do that! If anything, I should be the one on their kn-“ he stops, his face bright red and he clears his throat. “So um, is there anything that needs to be done?.”

The molded tendril curiously watches the Uroboros, attempting to copy their squeaks and squeals, as if trying to learn.

[chrisredfield-re]

“Well all that needs to be done is to enjoy what we created!” He gets Leon to sit down and pushed in his chair before sitting down himself. He pets a molded tendril near him like a dog before he takes a sip of the wine and hums in delight.

  “I picked the correct one afterall, this tastes wonderful. Go on and eat my love, and I wish to hear more about your fungi capabilities! If you wish to of course” He smiled wide.

  The Uroboros understanding this made more noise, becoming more fluid in their own form excitement until a few tendrils melt together creating a larger and thicker tendril that nuzzles up against the table and even against the molded tendril.

[specialagentleonkennedy]

The smaller male chuckled softly. "I would absolutely love to talk about the molds abilities, but I'm afraid you'll fall asleep to my rambling. I mean, I often knocked Birkin out just by going on a tangent! Hell he once passed out when I spoke about the interrogation process I use by inacting psychological torture and- crap there I go again." He said, a light tint growing on his face.

The molded tendril does a cute little flop and wiggles before lifting its head and once again opening its mouth, as if going to say something.

[chrisredfield-re]

“Nonsense! please go ahead, I love everything about you. Truly I do.” He continues eating with a genuine look of happiness. He enjoyed being in Leon presence and he made sure to do everything to show as much, he leaned forward eager to hear what Leon would ramble around while sipping on his wine, nothing less but a loud purr radiating off of him.

[specialagentleonkennedy]

Leon’s face turns a light shade of red and his eyes shine a bright blue. He stutters, trying to find his words. “Um well, ‘fuck where do I start?’ I believe I covered the vocal aspects and- Oh! That’s right! I never told you about the mold’s infection and mutation process! Back home, the mold would spread through dispersing spores that will infect a host via open wounds! Of course, the spores can only spread in cold climates. But the mutation process is barely visible, as the spores will begin to eat away at the host, attacking the bones and nervous system until the host experiences organ failure and convulsions, eventually becoming a husk of their former selves! I once tested it on some rather….. uninvited guests. And believe me, the sight was absolutely beautiful.”

The smaller male stops not only to catch his breath and take a couple bites, but also check to see if Chris hadn’t fallen asleep. “Of course, that bit- I mean, the Entity, thought it was too powerful. So now the molded become tendrils, much like the Uroboros. And what you saw when opened its head? It’ll do that then attach to one of the survivors, most commonly the mouth or back of the neck, then it’ll turn itself both inside out AND convert to a liquid state for better exposure. It’ll hinder those pesky survivors by locking up joints and muscles and it’ll induce blindness.”

The molded tendril moves closer to the table, staring at the two before copying Chris’s purring.

[chrisredfield-re]

He had stopped eating, completely awestruck and gazing with his head resting on his fist, his attention completely on Leon. Without much thinking he muttered softly, “I love you.”

  He springs up to sit straight with a red face and begins to stammer and ramble, “Uh wait I mean I love your-your a-abilities! It’s incredible what you could do and what is possible with the mold, there are many ways you can advance or control the mold with some light experimentation while also taking full advantage of their temperature conditions when it comes to releasing it over a large range!” 

  Chris felt incredibly embarrassed and fidgeted as he spoke, his tendrils becoming more mobile themselves while seeming spiker, curling in on itself and letting out strange wobbly squeaks. The larger male seemed more like an awkward teen than a mastermind as he spoke about random theories, soon enough he hides his head in his hands his ears still visibly red.

[specialagentleonkennedy]

The smaller male’s face turned bright red upon hearing the muttered words, his heart racing as the tendril wiggles and squeaks. A soft giggle escaping his lips. “That’s very sweet of you to say, the Molded really is extraordinary. But my Plaga is just as special, as it saved me from death.”

Leon stands from his seat and goes to Chris’s side, leaning in close and placing a kiss on the larger male’s cheek. “You’re absolutely adorable, darling.”

[chrisredfield-re]

Chris almost melts completely, a puppy love grin smeared across his face, “Las Plagas is an incredible parasite as well. It is the base of Uroboros after all, without it I would have never been as strong as I am now.”

  His tendril does melt completely, it’s head dripping and caving in on itself as it purrs loudly just like it’s master. It nuzzles against the molded tendril though it can barely hold itself on the table.

  Jokingly Chris teases “You might ruin my appetite with how utterly sweet you are~”

[specialagentleonkennedy]

Leon giggled in response. "Oh honey, did you learn nothing in school? Not every mushroom is edible. If you don't recognize it, don't eat it." He said with a parental almost teasing tone before giving Chris another kiss and returning to his seat, a noticeable grin painted on his lips.

"If you wish to know, I can tell you about my Plaga, as it's different from the others."

The molded tendril nuzzles back, attempting to keep the melted Uroboros upright, but as it was much smaller it struggled.

[chrisredfield-re]

“I was never in school actually, would you like to teach me a few things?” He purrs with a flirtatious tone as he pushes his plate aside, finding something much more filling for his lips. 

  Leaning in close he hums softly, “I would love to learn everything about your Plaga my dear. Every word from your lips is a symphony no one dares to ignore.”

[specialagentleonkennedy]

The smaller male’s face turns bright red, his heart racing so fast that he thought his ribs would start rattling. Nevertheless, he gave Chris a warm smile and a heartfelt giggle.

“Well, you know how normally, the Plaga resides in the host’s chest? Well, my Plaga is actually twice as small as the normal specimens and the sneaky little bugger managed to worm its way to the base of my skull.” He touches the back of his head absentmindedly, a soft smile graces his lips. “Sometimes, if I’m really still and quiet, I can very faintly feel the Plaga’s heartbeat.”

He looks back at the larger male with a look of excitement in his shiny blue eyes. “I don’t even know how it did it, but somehow the Plaga managed to not only get to where it is now, but it sorta….. god I don’t know how to explain it. But basically it clung to my brain stem, wormed it’s little legs into the brain tissue and then coiled it’s tail around my spinal cord. Then it sorta- I don’t know, fused? melted? bonded? Whichever word you want to use. But basically it’s a part of me; it’s a part of my brain, my nervous system, my flesh, my bones, my blood.”

“But since it’s part of my brain, it also altered it as well. It warped the pineal gland in my brain, and because of it I have psychic powers. But that alteration also damaged my brain so now-“ he stops, his joyful look replaced with a look of worry and fear. “Uhh, I’m sorry. I keep rambling so much.” He said, worried that he had scared the other with his words.

[chrisredfield-re]

“From the looks of it, it sounds as if with some form of needle it was able to inject itself into the marrow of your spine while being able to dig itself cleanly into the bone so that it can use it’s own viral DNA to change you starting with the blood so that it could evenly reach throughout your body.” He talked with his hands making small gestures with stars in his eyes.

  He gently cupped Leon’s face into his hands, “I love your rambling my beloved, do not feel the need to stop.”

[specialagentleonkennedy]

A soft squeak escapes the smaller male’s mouth, the other could feel the vibrations of his purring. Leon closes his eyes then takes his hands and places them on Chris’s hands to keep them in place, as if wanting the soft moment to last just a little longer. Leon then giggles before looking at Chris.

“You, just like the Uroboros, have managed to worm your way into my heart.” He said with a smile before removing his hands. “When the Plaga altered the pineal gland, it caused damage to the cingulate gyrus, which is responsible for regulating behavior and processing emotions. Because it’s damaged, I now suffer from a form of psychosis that mirrors other disorders like Schizophrenia, BDD, depression and PTSD. I used to take medications for it, but this place doesn’t exactly have a pharmacy.” He said, followed by a light chuckle.

“I try my best to keep it in check, but sometimes I’ll have my moments and thankfully they happen when I’m alone and not around others. At least not yet.”

[chrisredfield-re]

“Oh! Seriously? Why didn’t you come to me sooner? Umbrella was working on medication like that all the time! I could have made something for you.” He looks worried and gently caresses Leon’s cheek with his thumb. 

  Softly he whispers like a vow, “I’ll take care of you Leon, you don’t have to worry.”

[specialagentleonkennedy]

Leon purred and nuzzled Chris’s hand, soaking up the warmth of the other like a sponge. “I appreciate it, really I do. But I doubt medication will keep the Entity from abusing its power just to make me suffer.” He pauses, his once blue eyes slowly turning a dull gray. “The survivors think they have it worse… They don’t understand what the killers go through… what we go through… when we don’t obey it’s demands…”

Leon’s voice slowly trails off as he goes quiet, his dull frosty eyes becoming watery as tears threaten to spill. The molded tendril manages to get up on the table and opens its head, projecting a voice that does not match Leon’s; it’s deeper and laced with pure hatred and anger.

“The organism manipulates our host like a toy; a toy it uses to hurt those our host is attached to emotionally. It laughs in our host’s face; it laughs at his misfortune, his sorrow, his despair. This angers us; the host has given us shelter, nutrients, protection. He does not deserve to be punished for a crime he never committed.“

“But you, you are one of the few organisms to bring joy to our host’s heart. You say you know ways to help him. If your words are true, then you have our blessing to aid and care for our host.“

The molded tendril then closes its head before sliding off the table and landing on the floor with a slight thud.

[chrisredfield-re]

Chris tenses up completely upon the molded tendril speaking, slowly wrapping his hands around Leon’s waist and in a way shielding the man from his own molded tendril, “I see. I have plenty of resources and can sacrifice plenty to get better supplies to help your master and I fully intend to. Might take a little time however.”

  He gently caresses Leon’s back in a soothing rhythm, “I will admit I don’t much appreciate you speaking for your master however and suggest you refrain as much as possible in the future. And this is a warning to you as well.” He shoots his own Uroboros which flinches back and shrinks a bit almost out of fear.

[specialagentleonkennedy]

The tendril opens its head to speak again, but is silenced by a threatening growl from Leon. “If you utter one more bloody word from your ugly little head, I’ll make sure the next Trial we’re in is at the Forsaken Boneyard. Do you understand me?.” He snaps, his voice dripping with anger and irritation yet his tone remains soft.

The tendril quickly snaps it’s mouth shut and curls up into a tight ball out of fear, shivering. The smaller male lets out a soft sigh. “I…. I’m sorry. Normally they’re well behaved….” He says, resting his head on Chris’s chest and avoiding eye contact.

[chrisredfield-re]

“Hey,” He spoke softly cupping Leon’s face and kissing it gently, “Do not worry about a thing my dear. I’m not going to run away any time soon, I am going to ask you not them if you wish for me to make medication. I can most assuredly make something that can help you in some form or another but only with your explicit permission.”

  He cradles Leon close, a soft hum leaving his lips. Uroboros gently nuzzles against the molded tendril for a moment, almost in a comforting motion.

[specialagentleonkennedy]

A soft squeak escaped Leon’s throat, his face tinted pink and his eyes returning to a shiny blue. He purrs and nuzzles Chris, burying his face into the larger male’s chest. “If you think it’ll work, then you have my permission, love.” He says, his heart pounding loudly in his chest.

The molded tendril hesitantly uncurls and nuzzles the Uroboros back.

[chrisredfield-re]

"I'm thankful you will allow me to help you, Leon." He gently pets the back of the smaller male's head in a soothing motion. He dips his hands down and carefully lifted Leon into his arms as he begins to walk back to his office now that they were done with their meal.

Halfway there he speaks up again, "I of all people understand it can be hard to accept help from others. I struggled with that ever since I was a young boy, homeless and trying to provide for Claire. We will go at your pace with everything you so wish, I promise you this much."

[specialagentleonkennedy]

Leon didn't protest to being carried, as the constant back and forth of emotions and their physical reactions had expended most of his energy. Wrapping his arms around Chris's neck, he plants a little kiss on the larger man's cheek.

"You're so loving, kind and helpful. You make me wish even more that you were my Chris instead of the other one."

[chrisredfield-re]

"In my world all I ever wanted was to help humanity, even as I was corrupted my dream never changed. If I can help you even just slightly, to ease your troubles and offer you some peace, that would be enough for me." He spoke genuinely and with love in his eyes, he gently sets Leon in his chair behind the desk, it was incredibly comfortable.

"You're words are too kind, my love."

[specialagentleonkennedy]

The smaller male purred softly at the residual warmth in the chair, the Plaga part of him wanting to just curl up and take a nap. “Your loving words and gentle touch have already given me peace.”

“During the early days of my recovery in Umbrella’s care, I couldn’t walk or speak, and oftentimes my days were spent in the cold bleak darkness of my hospital room. In all honesty, I felt like a corpse; unable to move or be verbal as doctors constantly pumped my veins full of drugs in order to see what worked and what didn’t.”

He reaches up and gently caresses Chris’s cheek. “You make feel so human that sometimes I forget I’m actually a killer.”

[chrisredfield-re]

"We will begin with small doses, and while I will be asking questions about what you do and don't remember of your medications I will stop any time you wish for me. If you want to take a break for an hour or even just stop talking about your medications for the entire day I will oblige happily. This is your path into a better state of mental health and you should choose the pace at which you go."

He sits on his knees in front of Leon and kisses the inside of the male's palms, "In my eyes, you were never a killer in the first place."

[specialagentleonkennedy]

Leon was quiet, stunned speechless by Chris's words. Tears flood his eyes yet a smile graces his lips. "These hands have taken so many lives, even before I came here. I am, for lack of a better word, a monster; born from the blood and death of others, yet you treat me as if I'm a newly hatched bird. That alone warms my heart.”

The smaller male leans forward and presses a kiss to Chris's forehead before gently nuzzling him. "I don't remember much, as I was basically in a drug-induced coma. But my Plaga knows everything; from the names of the doctors, the properties of the meds, even the times when my heart stopped.... it's like a biological recorder, and it's more civil than the molded. So if there's literally anything you need to know, it will tell you."

Leon sits back up, wiping away the tears that lingered in his eyes. "But please, don't be scared when the Plaga does answer, as it uses me like a puppet in order to speak. And that alone can be..... unsettling to say the least."

[chrisredfield-re]

"Oh I'm not scared of it, I was merely worried that them being able to speak was a sign that they were trying to consume you completely but that is not the case at all." He gently caresses Leon's hand with his thumb and a small smile.

"I don't fear a single thing about you. In fact, I'm more impressed by their ability to do so, Uroboros wouldn't understand the function of vocal cords outside of warning or mating noises so it would never try to speak." He kisses Leon's cheek chuckling.

[specialagentleonkennedy]

A soft giggle escapes the smaller male’s lips. “Oh no, the Plaga would never do that, as it has grown attached to me, emotionally and literally. Sometimes I’ll hear it scold the molded for misbehaving as if it were a puppy.”

He purrs in response to the kiss, nuzzling. “They actually couldn’t speak at first, but after a…. rather violent incident, they were able to manipulate both their cells and mine in order to create vocal cords from scratch. But it’s not totally perfect, hence why their voice sounds off.”

[chrisredfield-re]

"Perhaps you could replicate the technique used for ravens and parrots, a loosening of the tongue to get them better acquainted with the structure of the vocal cords!" He looked almost excited now, standing and grabbing scrap paper made from half-written notes and letters as he sketched while he spoke.

He bounced on the balls of his feet with a soft hum, "Not to say it would be easy, but something to focus your efforts on between trials!"

[specialagentleonkennedy]

The smaller male giggled at Chris's excitement, it was utterly adorable. "I've never heard of this technique, but then again I stuck to Psychology in school. It's uh, kinda why I bombed you with questions about your brain." He said, followed by a nervous chuckle.

"Psychology is kinda my strong suit, it helps me understand what my brain is doing, and what I can try to do to fix it. But sometimes I use it as a weapon." A little almost mischievous grin graces his lips.

"It's a joyous sight to watch both Survivors and Killers completely lose it when you expose their flaws, habits, behaviors, even their secrets. Survivors will fall apart bawling like babies and Killers will lash out in anger."

"Of course, I'd never use Psychological Warfare on those I love. I'm a Killer, not a villain."

[chrisredfield-re]

"I did something similar I must admit, but with more sinister intentions." He trailed kisses up Leon's arm before peppering ghostly kisses on the male's neck.

"I won't say I regret the things I did, but I do feel guilty for those I have hurt. Be it soldiers or scientists, even Claire I had hurt while trying to have her see my side...In the end, she did..." Chris sighed softly and nuzzled his scratchy beard into Leon's cheek, "I miss my old world, even if I suffered every second I would give up my future just to hold my baby sister, or my children, one last time."

Chris slowly tilts the smaller male's head to look him in the eye, a soft genuine smile on his face, "Your beauty alone eases my pain however, thank you, Leon."

[chrisredfield-re]

Seren is just going to flick her knife beside her. Ever since she had been infected and cured something had changed within her and she is just going to smile at him when he approaches. “Hi Chris how are you?” She asks with a pleasant smile.

(Have a killer version of Seren.)

"Oh, good morning Seren! I am so happy to see that you are feeling be-" He stops and eyes the knife, he inhaled for a moment not quite knowing what to say before he smiles softly, "How are you feeling my dear?"

He opens his arms with a warm fatherly look still, he was more than happy to give Seren the choice to hug him though he was fine if she decided to reject it.

[songbird-in-the-fog-deactivated]

Seren walked over once she put her knife away and she hugged him like nothing was wrong “I’m never better.” She replied and she released him from the hug

[chrisredfield-re]

Chris kisses the top of Seren’s hair and smiled big, “Are you hungry? I could make you something to eat if you wish my dear. Oh where is Polarias? Is he still in the library sleeping?”

  Seren could already hear soft purring coming from Chris, just happy seeing Seren again.

[songbird-in-the-fog-deactivated]

Seren smiled and she shook her head when he asked if she was hungry. “I don’t know I haven’t seen Polaris since I woke up in the library.” She replied but that was a lie.

Polaris figured it out that Seren was not alright so that caused the young woman to lash out at her fog companion where she had gone after that she did not know. She was content not seeing her for a little bit.

[chrisredfield-re]

“What would you like to do then my love? Perhaps walk around and stretch your legs? Or we could always relax here if you wish!”

  He smiles warmly, he could sense there was something wrong but he made no move yet to address it. As much as he wanted to get Seren back to her usual self he wanted her to speak about it first, he didn’t want to influence her into getting help but rather ask for her on her own accord. In the meantime he kept his usual warmth about himself.

[songbird-in-the-fog-deactivated]

“A walk sounds nice I need to stretch my legs after everything that has gone on.” She replied with a bright smile but there was a subtle flicker of darkness in her eye. “I’m just going to get something from the library I’ll be a second.” She told him and she went off.

“Chris?”

Standing off to Chris’s left in the shadows was Polaris but she wasn’t in her wolf form, after being attacked by seren she decided to turn into her human form for the time being as she was scared that Seren would attack her again in wolf form. She had an injury to her cheek which she needed help with and she turned to him for help.

[chrisredfield-re]

Chris turns to where his name was called and looked incredibly confused, he didn't quite recognize the new human before him but held a gentle smile either way, "Hello there little one, are you alright? Do you need help?"

He kept a calm aura about himself so he could slowly approach without scaring the woman before him, he tried to close the distance carefully, "I can help you, I promise."

[songbird-in-the-fog-deactivated]

“I’m not alright my companion has just tried to kill me.”

Polaris is utterly terrified as she comes out of the shadows more so she runs to him and gives him a hug. His calm aura managed to settle her fears but the woman was not in a good way.

“Please help Seren she’s not herself.”

[chrisredfield-re]

"I've noticed." He scoops Polaris into his arms and whistles softly, a few tendrils pop up and cover the door of his office until it looked like a solid black mass. Chris gently places her in his chair before grabbing the medkit and carefully treating her wounds,

"What can you tell me so I can help her?"

[songbird-in-the-fog-deactivated]

“beside the virus has done something to her to turn her into a killer?”

Polaris answers and she’s shaken up from the incident before calming herself down “She was fine one minute next thing I know I’m dodging a knife she got me on my face because I let my guard down for a second.”

[chrisredfield-re]

"So you're saying there is still residue of the virus still in her system? Just like with Sherry but because it's a form of the T-virus coming from the Nemesis it must be having a much more aggressive effect on her instead..."

He gently cradled Polaris close and inhaled slowly, "I'm going to have to make some sort of blood cleanser and most likely forcefully inject it into her..."

[songbird-in-the-fog-deactivated]

Polaris nodded and she fiddled with her shirt collar “I have never seen her this angry and it’s terrifying.” She tells him and when he mentioned the blood cleanser she nodded “How can I help you.” She asked

[chrisredfield-re]

"No." He looked stern for a moment, "I am not going to put you at further risk. I want you to stay in my office while my Uroboros restrains Seren, I need you to be safe okay?"

He delicately cups Polaris's head and kissed her forehead, he had a fatherly smile on his face. One that spoke that he was going to do the best he could.

[songbird-in-the-fog-deactivated]

“Seren’s my companion and I feel responsible too.” She replied as she hugged him back “I’ll stay but please make sure she’s okay.” She tells him with a soft smile

[chrisredfield-re]

Chris nods before he sighs softly, he doesn't enjoy having to be the slightest bit rough with someone he felt as though he adopted yet he turns and seeps through the tendril wall. He moved within the shadows hoping that Seren's senses hadn't increased too much after the virus left her system, once he located her he watched from the shadows patiently.

Once she was truly distracted he would shoot his tendrils up violently from the ground to catch her limbs and hold them like chains to keep her stuck in place.

[songbird-in-the-fog-deactivated]

Seren was distracted but she knew he was watching her from the shadows and when the tendrils shot out to catch her limbs she just moved a little bit quicker than normal. She let out a soft chuckle her knife in her hand.

“I take it Polaris found you and told you what happened.” She spoke coldly

[chrisredfield-re]

"I will ask that you come peacefully, Seren." He spoke coldly towards her, stepping out of the shadows now that his cover was blown. His head was lowered as if he was on edge, eyes sharpened for the slightest movement,

"I have no intention of hurting you, please." He held out his hand, a slight pleading tone on his lips.

[songbird-in-the-fog-deactivated]

She chuckled menacingly her knife back in her hand “Why should I a maybe I like being the way I am.” She told him angrily and she was menacing something he hadn’t seen before.

[chrisredfield-re]

"I dedicated my entire adulthood to becoming a perfect being through the help of viruses." He stepped forward, "I am a virus. A plague upon humankind, what you could have evolved into was something putrid and terrible. Agony beyond your comprehension as it eats you alive, please believe me when I tell you that what they are saying is not to be believed."

He stepped closer again, "Go ahead and hurt me, stab me until your fingers ache and your palm is raw. I am not leaving until I help you through the haze I am all too familiar with, I promised you I'd be right here Seren."

[chrisredfield-re]

A new scent hit Wolfe’s nose as he sat as his desk. He wasn’t expecting anyone, unless the other killer at RPD had company, or he was just getting back from a trial.

Wait…there was something…deeper…in the scent.

It did smell like Wesker, but Wolfe knew damn well it wasn’t him. Was he picking up the scent of the virus? But…who else would he have infected?

He furrowed his brow and got up as he grumbled to himself.

From the balcony overlooking the entrance, he could see an individual: very tall, long, black coat, black clothes, very short hair…probably in the military at one point or another. He was dressed like Wesker, though, but it definitely wasn’t him.

The scent of the virus only got stronger. Wolfe’s expression was puzzled behind his shades. What was going on? He was becoming confused by his senses…

- @howls-from-wolfe

(Here’s to us both being nervous beans lol)

Chris was shambling through the entrance of the police station, exghusted and holding his shoulder. Inky black tendrils crawling across his skin he began to make his way upstairs not having seen Wolfe yet, more so focused on the journey to his own office. At Wolfe's angle he could catch a glimpse of the glowing Red eyes Chris possessed, squinted in pain as he gripped the railing to push himself up each step.

@howls-from-wolfe

[howls-from-wolfe]

A chill went down Wolfe’s spine as the noticed the familiar red glow and the forming tendrils.

He’s not Wesker, Wolfe. It’s okay.

Wolfe made his way to meet him in the middle. “Hey, man. You good?” He asked, his voice almost shaky in fear. He didn’t fear the stranger, per say, more so the virus that dwelled within and the similarity to Wesker.

[chrisredfield-re]

Flinching Chris stumbles back catching himself on the railing with his bad arm causing him to hiss in pain. He looks wide eyed seeing another person and glances around, “Uh...Hello? My apologies I don’t believe I have introduced myself.”

  He rights himself suddenly as if nothing happened, the tendrils had seeped back into his skin and he didn’t walk with a limp, instead a warm smile on his face as he walked normally up the rest of the stairs, “My name is Chris Redfield, a pleasure to meet you. Would you like to join me in my office? I have a working coffee machine!”

[howls-from-wolfe]

His eyes went wide behind his shades as he saw the other stumbling back. He moved himself down the steps below the other male, in case he tried to fly down them.

His stunned look became curious. Wolfe watched as the tendrils seeped back, the man going back to his seemingly normal self. He tilted his head a little. His voice took on a questioning inflection. “I’m Wolfe…? Uh…can I ask what that was? I just wanna make sure you’re good.”

[chrisredfield-re]

“That’s quite the name! Don’t worry I’m perfectly fine, come come, truly the coffee machine is working, I need a cup every morning before I even attempt my tria- oh! I should probably mention I’m the killer Chris Redfield not the survivor. I understand if that means you no longer wish to join me but I can promise you I do not attempt to harm others outside of trial.”

  He babbled on with a small smile on his face, bouncing on the balls of his feet most likely excited to have a cup of coffee holding not a trace of his injuries that he had on display only moments ago.

[howls-from-wolfe]

“Kinda gave it to myself.” He muttered, slowly beginning to follow the killer. “Well, from one killer to another, might as well keep one another company, hm?” Sure, he’d been a little buddy buddy with some of the survivors and a small amount of killers, but what’s one more? He found it advantageous.

“So you got like, super healing, or something?” He asked, curious about the new killer in front of him. Wolfe allowed Chris to lead the way.

[chrisredfield-re]

“Uhm something of the sort, the viruses in my system aid to do so. How do you take your coffee?” He had a warm smile as he goes into the S.T.A.R.S. office before heading into the captain’s office and held the door open for Wolfe to enter.

  “I have plenty of sugar as well as have hazelnut creamer that I had to get a perfect game to obtain, the Entity is truly putting me to work.”

[howls-from-wolfe]

He nodded as the fellow killer explained. The office reeked of Wesker’s scent as well, but the scent of the coffee was oddly calming enough, making the space bearable to be in. Wolfe stood, leaning against the doorway. “Black, two spoons of sugar.” He explained simply. Wolfe knew how hard it was to get rewards from the Entity; he didn’t wanna steal what they gifted the killer. A small chuckle came from him as he made small talk. “Damn, do I know that. Running us all a little ragged.”

[chrisredfield-re]

Chris put a fresh pot on to brew as he grabbed a chair for Wolfe to sit in while he sat in his own. The awards behind him were all dedicated to the S.T.A.R.S. team with perhaps one or two being dedicated to Chris Redfield himself. He brushed his notes and half written letters to the side to have a cleaner workspace in front of him and nodding for the other to take a seat.

  “Yes and while it can be a good work out it was quite annoying the first few times the Entity decided to wake me up for a judgme- Oh! I recently baked chocolate chip cookies if you wish for some? I can Uroboros fetch them from the kitchen.”

[howls-from-wolfe]

He looked to the seat before looking to Chris, taking his nod as the invitation to sit. Wolfe sat in the oddly comfy chair, crossing one leg over the other.

The male was slightly skeptical. Uroboros could do that? “Sure, I’ll take some.” He said simply. “As for the work out, you’re right on that. Takes such a toll on me every time.” He chuckled some, keeping the conversation light.

[chrisredfield-re]

Chris makes a hand signal and his tendrils leap out from his form and sink into the floor, eagerly going to the kitchen to fetch the cookies. Taking another sip of his coffee he hums softly, “So how long have you been here? I myself felt like I have lived here a life time though it has barely been a year..”

[howls-from-wolfe]

Wolfe observed as the tendrils fell to the floor in a heap, seeping through the tile. It was intriguing to watch.

He leaned back in his seat, trying to accurately think of an answer. “I’m...not sure honestly. Time here is all sorts of weird. I don’t think it’s been long, though. I’m just a baby compared to the time some of you guys have spent here.”

[chrisredfield-re]

“I have been relying on counting the hours for every day to keep track of the days personally.” He nods to a sketched calendar hanging off the wall.

  “If you need any help, be it tips I have learned or even just resources to sacrifice for better rewards I am more than willing to help my dear. Truly I have earned quite a bit and have plenty to spare.”

[howls-from-wolfe]

The killer nodded slowly. “Got some determination, I’ll give ya that.” He said with a soft chuckle. Wolfe slowly rose, approaching the calendar, giving it a closer look. The other killer had a good head on his shoulders, very smart.

“You have offerings?” Wolfe asked curiously.

[chrisredfield-re]

He nods and walks over to a cabinet where he opens one of the drawers and pulls out items from his past such as his old badge or an award he had earned. “By giving the Entity’s these I can tip the scales in my favor, I haven’t used any of the offerings I have earned however..”

[howls-from-wolfe]

Wolfe followed Chris to the cabinet and was impressed. His eyes scanned over the items, everything was so foreign to him. "What do these do? Specifically, I mean. I've heard of them, but I've never seen them personally."

[chrisredfield-re]

“From my understanding there is a way to earn these to then burn to tip the scales in your favor, some low quality items like this milkway bar gives me a small amount of speed, but compared to my favorite candy being a square of peppermint crack nearly doubles my speed when I use Uroboros. As well as this serum that increases the range of which my tendrils can sense survivors and alert me to their location.” He continued to ramble with his excited look on his face, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

  “Of course I pity the survivors more often than not so I can’t bring myself to use them, but it is incredible what these silly little items can do!”

[howls-from-wolfe]

He raised his eyebrow some. The male couldn’t help but wonder if there were small, mundane things around to help him in such ways.

“Such fascinating little things…” a soft hum came from him. “I don’t blame you, I take pity on them, as well.” Wolfe really didn’t want to be a killer. Maybe that’s why he took such pity of them. He “saw” the impact he had post-trials on the survivors, maiming them so violently. An odd guilt would always fill him.

“Did you find out the affects by chance?”

[chrisredfield-re]

“No, I have never seen the affects for myself I merely researched the items and how they could help me in trials. They are prey to us just as much as we are prey to the Entity, I do not wish to make it harder for them.”

  He goes back to his desk and takes another sip of his coffee, a soft sigh leaving his lips. 

[howls-from-wolfe]

Wolfe nodded. He understood where the other was coming from. Since Wolfe really didn’t wanna be a killer, why make the experience harder for the survivors? It wasn’t their fault they got pitted against him, or was it? Wolfe was still unsure of how they got matched and grouped together. The Entities were strange beings…

The male took his gaze away from the objects, moving to grab himself a cup of coffee as well. It felt like ages since he’d last had some. His normal caffeine vice was tea, but he wouldn’t turn down coffee. He made himself comfy on one of the chairs, his gaze moving to some of the orange growths that made themselves at home in the realm. “You ever look into what those are?”

[chrisredfield-re]

"Sadly I cannot quite decipher them. My working theory is that it is a manifestation of the suffering left by previous occupants...I always feel a sense of dread and impending doom whenever I go through the process of removing them."

Chris sighed shaking his head softly towards the growths, he reaches out and Wolfe could see the inky black tendrils ooze from his hand and seep into the glowing orange mass. "I do my best to control the area of which is possessed. I focus the viruses in my body to separate themselves into something of a shell so that when I collect the growth onto myself it doesn't kill me. I do not recommend trying it yourself however, the last thing I want is for you to get hurt."

[chrisredfield-re]

The demon was curled up in a swivel chair, hugging their cow print pillow close to them within their sleep. Part of their face was nuzzled into the silky case and their hair fell in front of their eyes. They heard footsteps, which made them lightly twitch in their sleep.

@death-in-shift

Chris was quite confused by the sudden appearance of a cute demon in the S.T.A.R.S. office. Either way he shed his coat and gently places it over them as a blanket for them to sleep easier with.

He silently moves towards the kitchen and brings back a sandwich to set besides them for when they eat before he returns to his office to start on paperwork.

@death-in-shift

[death-in-shift-deactivated20250]

Once Jae woke up, the first thing they noticed was a large coat placed onto them and a sandwich sitting next to them. They didn't think about who was within the same building as them. They only cared about finding a place to nap.

The demon eyed the sandwich for a moment, debating if they should eat it or not. Human food was hard for spiders to digest, even though they're a demon, they still posses physiology of a spider. Because Jae is Jae, they will still eat it regardless.

After they ate the sandwich, they grabbed their pillow and the coat, trying to find the owner. That's when they bumped into him.

"Oh shit-" Jae said monotonously as they stumbled back. "I'm sorry."

[chrisredfield-re]

"Oh good morning," Chris had a warm smile, "No need to apologize. I understand how difficult it can be to find somewhere to rest safely in the Entity's realm. By all means, you are free to continue sleeping!"

He gestured to his coat still on Jae's shoulders, "Hope you do not mind, I didn't want you to be cold while you were resting. I would have moved you to a more comfortable location but I would never want you to be uncomfortable."

[death-in-shift-deactivated20250]

Jae nodded, their eyes changed from a black to a turquoise colour. This indicated their shyness. Kindness felt foreign to them, it was hard to trust it. Especially in The Fog; but they could tell he was being kind.

“Thank you for the sandwich and the coat.” The demon looks up at the taller man with a slightly sleepy look. “My name is Saige Michaelis but everyone calls me Jae. I’m a spider demon and I have a twin brother named Omarion Michaelis. He’s a honey bee demon.”

‘I feel like I said too much.. What if I rambled off?’

Jae placed the coat on top of their head, letting it hang from there. They lightly adjusted their mask.

[chrisredfield-re]

Chris let out a soft chuckle and kept his warm smile, "What a pleasure to meet you my dear that is a wonderful name. I'm Chris Redfield, the killer of this realm, not the survivor."

He sat at his desk and offered the opposite seat for Jae, "How interesting that you are a spider demon! If you are okay with it I would love to hear more about you, perhaps if you have superhuman abilities? If not that is perfectly fine! Would you like a glass of water or something else to drink?"

[death-in-shift-deactivated20250]

Oh right! Jae did remember coming across the survivor a few times. It's a rare sight but still.

"I'm a killer too. I was an angel but I rebelled against my family for the sake of my twin and my freedom. If you end up in my realm, you can see the halo and wings next to a tainted statue."

They then thought of their powers.

"Well, I possess spider physiology, especially in my demon form. Outside from that, I do have this mysterious thing with my eyes where they change colour due to how I feel. I do have voice manipulation powers where I can mimic anything or anyone- my screams create sound waves, and some psychic abilities."

[chrisredfield-re]

"That is truly incredible!" He had an excited look on his face, he bounced on the balls of his feet with a curious tilt of his head. "How often do you find yourself using these abilities and in what situations? Does it cause anything of yours, stamina or perhaps it mentally exhausts you?"

He grabbed a few loose slips of paper, dropping some in the process before he stops, "my apologies, may I have your permission to be able to document what you tell me?"

[death-in-shift-deactivated20250]

The spider demon shot a web at the ceiling to hang upside down from. They wrapped Chris's coat around them along with holding the pillow.

"Well, using my spider physiology is my first nature. I do have a true demon form but I use my human form majority of the time, especially since people believe I'm similar to The Entity because of my spider limbs. My other powers I adapted, I don't use them too much. But my psychic abilities had always been there.

One thing I dislike is how my pain and emotions affect those that I'm in tuned with. If I were to pull the subscapularis muscle in my shoulder blade, the other person can feel it. Or if I feel sad, they could feel it. If they felt those pains or emotions, I could end up feeling it. It then gets hard for me to differentiate what I or they feel."

When Jae was asked to be documented, they had to think for a moment. There was Ghostface, who stalked and collected intel on every survivor and killer that stepped into The Fog. They don't know Chris that well, but there wasn't much said that is confidential.

"You can, just as long as I don't get experimented with viruses." They nodded.

[chrisredfield-re]

He nodded and began to jot things down as they spoke, "have no fear, I would never do such a thing to those in the realm. I may be a monster but I'm not that bad!"

He drew basic sketches of their form with a soft hum on his lips, "So how do you become in tune with those around you? Is it a passive thing or must you truly take the time to attune to a being? If it is more of a passive thing like being in my company for some time attunes you to my emotions, would you prefer I kept a neutral state of mind for your own benefit?"

[chrisredfield-re]

Irene wanders through the station, recovering from a recent trial. As she steps into the Chief's office, she accidentally steps on the tail of a passing Uroboros, causing it to squeak out of surprise and pain much like a dog.

"Eek! Oh no, are you okay?." She asks, kneeling down and offering her hands out for the Uroboros to climb on.

@obscura-of-the-fog

The tendril seems to hiss and slither backward from Irene, it takes the inky black tendril a minute before it would inch closer and bat at her hand much like a cat. After a few more harmless hits against the woman's hand, it relaxes and nuzzles her though doesn't go much further than that. Around her, more tendrils begin to pop out of the floor and walls to watch the new person in their domain, with how quiet it was their soft squeaks and squeals could be very softly heard.

Behind her, a calm voice speaks up, "Hello, I see my Uroboros likes you. I'm Chris Redfield, may I ask your name?"

@obscura-of-the-fog

[obscura-of-the-fog]

Irene giggled at the tendril's reactions, gently petting it while thin black veins emerge from under her sleeve and nuzzle the Uroboros.

Upon hearing Chris, she quickly stands and turns to face the other, stunned by how tall the man was. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't expect anyone to be here. I'm Irene Dagenhart, but I just go by Irene." She responds, offering a hand to shake while concealing the other back her back, the thin tendrils wiggling aggressively.

[chrisredfield-re]

Uroboros squeaks in slight surprise but more so excitedly tries to nuzzle into Irene's hand. Chris looks towards his own tendril and clicks his tongue to call them back, "Do not worry my dear it is no trouble. You have quite a beautiful name."

Chris gently shakes Irene's hand and tilts his head with a soft smile, "Would you like to join me in my office? That is if you are staying long, I have a coffee machine if that convinces you."

[obscura-of-the-fog]

A light pink tint creeps across Irene’s cheeks, a soft giggle escaping her lips. “I would kill for some real coffee. Whatever the others make at the campfire tastes like dirt.” She responds, glancing back at the Uroboros.

“Your little friends are adorable, are they safe to handle? They remind me of the leeches back home that secrete a toxic mucus and turn people into zombies.” She asks, little black veins gently poking at Chris’s hand in a curious manner.

[chrisredfield-re]

"Sorry to disappoint but I'd actually advise against touching them. My virus could become unpredictable at any moment and I value your safety above how adorable they may seem."

He leads her to his office, it was incredibly clean yet horribly disorganized with papers scattered in neat piles, and several coffee cups and mugs on every table, chair, or cabinet. One coffee mug can be seen balanced on top of the doorway! He grabs a new pot and begins making fresh coffee for Irene as his tendrils pull over a seat for her.

"May I ask why you have come to the police station? Do you venture here often?"

[obscura-of-the-fog]

Irene's heart sank a little in response to Chris's answer. "It's always the cuties that are the most deadly" She muttered softly before following, a soft smile gracing her lips upon seeing the unorganized space. It reminded her of home; of miswritten papers cluttering the floor, unfinished stories that never reached the printing press and half-empty cups of day-old coffee hiding in the weirdest spots.

"Well, you could say it's my home away from home." Irene answered as she took a seat. "I was born in a small town, not many large buildings. In fact, was so small that both City Hall, the local library and local newspaper all shared the same building!." She stated, followed by a giggle. "I can't recall how many times I got lost just trying to go to lunch."

"I guess what I'm trying to say is; this is the only place that feels normal."

[chrisredfield-re]

"I'm glad that you have found the police station to be a place of comfort, it is mine as well." He chuckled softly, "I used to work here in fact! The goddess statue out there was my first friend as sad as that may sound. When I came to Raccoon City, not even the stray dogs would bother to beg me for food, but she was always standing there like a light in the never-ending darkness..."

He clears his throat chuckling and tried to subtly sweep the notes and half-written letters off of his desk before he spoke with a sheepish grin, "Would you believe me if I told you this mess spawned from trying to reorganize my office?"

[obscura-of-the-fog]

Goddess. The word rang through Irene’s head, was it an effigy to an actual goddess or was it just the name of the artwork? She had so many questions, but once again she pushed that thought aside, as they had literally just met and she did not want him to feel uncomfortable.

She gives the tall man a smile. “Oh no, I completely understand. Reorganizing oftentimes makes a bigger mess, I know this too well. But my office wasn’t as big as this one, so reorganizing everything would take an entire work day and sometimes an all-nighter! If you want help, I’m willing to lend a hand or two.”

[chrisredfield-re]

"That's very kind of you my dear but I wouldn't want to add more stress onto you, you are a survivor aren't you? Survivors have it hard enough in trials, they shouldn't have to be put to work out of them."

He quietly counted down under his breath until the coffee would beep and got up to pour two different cups of coffee, he pours an equal-sized cup of sugar into his own before he speaks up, "What do you take in your coffee? I have quite the sweet tooth myse- oh! If you have any questions about the station do ask, I know quite a bit about it."

He offers Irene a warm smile.

[obscura-of-the-fog]

Irene gently shook her head. “I may be a survivor, but the only thing that gives me stress are the survivors themselves…. Especially the men. Everytime I enter a Trial with just men, they are either really crude, sabotage me and leave me to die, or only expect me to heal and break totems. They see me as nothing but a delicate flower, yet they forget this flower is poisonous. It’s why I’ve been the one left standing; they treat me wrong, I leave them to die.”

Irene took a deep breath, trying not to let her emotions get out of hand. “But that poison isn’t just for my fellow survivors. I’m not afraid to stop mid-chase and put a Killer in their place, no matter how big they are. Ironically, only a few of the killers actually respect me. Or at least treat me better.”

A light blush forms on her face and she shakes her head. “I’m sorry! I tend to ramble, it’s a bad habit of mine. I like having chocolate pieces and sugar in my coffee, but if you only have sugar that’s fine too.”

[chrisredfield-re]

"No no that was beautiful! You have an incredible way with words that would leave a poet flustered." He chuckled softly while adding a bit of sugar to her coffee before pulling out a small bowl of wrapped chocolates. He placed both by her so that she could choose how much to add, he sits down in his own chair and cooled his coffee before taking a sip.

Chris kept a warm smile as he spoke up, "I find it disgusting that you aren't treated as equal, if you list a few names I can make sure they work up quite a sweat the next time I encounter them. They often say the most unique of flowers hold the most dangerous thorns, I look forward to our first match together, my dear."

[dontsteponthememeraths]

Everyday Muse Questions!

A selection of random questions in order to learn more about your muses day to day habits, likes and dislikes!

What's their McDonalds order?

Boxers or briefs?

Fancy lingerie or comfy underwear?

Can they drive? If not, why not?

Do they run to the door when the food arrives or wait for the delivery guy to knock?

Can they cook? Do they enjoy it?

Do they keep a tidy home / workspace?

What's their go to outfit each day?

Which movies do they like?

Are they on social media?

Do they check the weather forecast before leaving the house or chance it?

What's their most hated chore around the house?

What's their go to breakfast choice?

Long shower or short?

Can they keep houseplants alive?

Dogs or cats?

Do they believe in ghosts?

What time do they normally go to bed?

Are they good at replying to messages?

Morning person or night owl?

Do they like splashing their cash or are they more reserved?

Homebody or social butterfly?

Do they take their shoes off at the door?

Are they much of a drinker?

Do they smoke?

Do they have a higher education?

Dating apps or meeting people the old fashioned way?

[grackle-bone]

Reblog if its OKAY for your muse to be mentioned in threads with other muses.

[chrisredfield-re]

The Egg: Finally felt good enough to get to replies! Not completely well yet but I've been itching for a thousand years to reply to everyone!

[valour-bound]

                           ​​​                  ➤  𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙸𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙵𝙸𝙴𝙻𝙳

“Oh please.” He scoffs shaking his head, he pours an equal-sized cup of sugar into his own before looking at the survivor,

“What do you take with yours? Do you have as big of a sweet tooth as me? I have sugar and creamer- Oh there is no need to tend to me my dear, I’m fine it was just a bit frustrating toward the end. That reporter, Ms. Romero? She is quite nimble when you have her backed in a corner.”

A hum leaves his lips recalling his trial, she was the last one left alive after a long and brutal match, and his temple surely wouldn’t forget how hard she fought. What made him let the woman go was when she spat in his face when he had her pinned to the wall, though he has long since wiped his chin clean. A small grin makes its way across his face, “It was quite fun actually..”

                                                •     •     •     •     •

𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘈 𝘙𝘖𝘓𝘓 𝘖𝘍 𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘌𝘠𝘌𝘚, 𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘔𝘗𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘚 𝘐𝘛,  𝘉𝘌𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘜𝘉𝘉𝘖𝘙𝘕𝘓𝘠 𝘋𝘌𝘊𝘐𝘋𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘋𝘖 𝘐𝘛 𝘈𝘕𝘠𝘞𝘈𝘠𝘚,  𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 𝘈𝘕 𝘜𝘕𝘐𝘔𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘋 𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘈𝘚 𝘏𝘌 𝘗𝘜𝘛𝘚 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘜𝘗𝘗𝘓𝘐𝘌𝘚 𝘉𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘔𝘌𝘋𝘐𝘊𝘈𝘓 𝘗𝘈𝘊𝘒.     He blames it on it being an old habit,  to look after teammates or friends post missions from before.  It probably doesn’t help that this is yet another blast to the past for him mentally,  being back in these halls,  in this office again.  Regardless,  he knows most Killers aren’t healed by the Entity,   &   he’d rather not try to ask further.

“Just humour me,  okay?”  He offers with a low laugh,  one that’s far more quiet compared to his usual one.  At the sight of coffee being prepared,  he leans to the side to better get a look at what’s being added,  eyes widening at the amount of sugar the other man puts into his own before he turns to catch his stare with a question.  He glances between the cups before moving to stand,  leaning his hip against the desks edge with the dampened alcohol wipe still in one of his gloved hands.

“Not as bad a sweet tooth no,  just a bit of sugar   &   I’m good.”     At the recollection shared,  the Survivor can’t help but grin.  It was oddly good news to hear that others didn’t let Killer’s push them around,  that there was still some fight in the folks here despite everything.  He chooses to focus more on that than anything else.    “As much as I’d like to say ouch,  poor you …”  He trails off with a soft snort.  “You don’t seem to mind much.”

[chrisredfield-re]

Chris pours a small amount of sugar into the survivor's cup before handing he places the cup in front of said person. He sits down across from the male with a big smile, "Sometimes I talk out of trial unable to see, my head bleeding and a pencil in my kidney but at the end of the day I'm proud of them. All of them."

He inhaled slowly smiling down at his cup, "I understand how difficult it is to be a survivor in this realm. While killers may not have it easy I know how hard it is for those struggling to live, it is why I hold no grudge against those who do what they must. We are all trying to survive, one of us just happens to have the right to carry a weapon as unfair as it is."

[chrisredfield-re]

The demon was curled up in a swivel chair, hugging their cow print pillow close to them within their sleep. Part of their face was nuzzled into the silky case and their hair fell in front of their eyes. They heard footsteps, which made them lightly twitch in their sleep.

@death-in-shift

Chris was quite confused by the sudden appearance of a cute demon in the S.T.A.R.S. office. Either way he shed his coat and gently places it over them as a blanket for them to sleep easier with.

He silently moves towards the kitchen and brings back a sandwich to set besides them for when they eat before he returns to his office to start on paperwork.

@death-in-shift

[death-in-shift-deactivated20250]

Once Jae woke up, the first thing they noticed was a large coat placed onto them and a sandwich sitting next to them. They didn't think about who was within the same building as them. They only cared about finding a place to nap.

The demon eyed the sandwich for a moment, debating if they should eat it or not. Human food was hard for spiders to digest, even though they're a demon, they still posses physiology of a spider. Because Jae is Jae, they will still eat it regardless.

After they ate the sandwich, they grabbed their pillow and the coat, trying to find the owner. That's when they bumped into him.

"Oh shit-" Jae said monotonously as they stumbled back. "I'm sorry."

[chrisredfield-re]

"Oh good morning," Chris had a warm smile, "No need to apologize. I understand how difficult it can be to find somewhere to rest safely in the Entity's realm. By all means, you are free to continue sleeping!"

He gestured to his coat still on Jae's shoulders, "Hope you do not mind, I didn't want you to be cold while you were resting. I would have moved you to a more comfortable location but I would never want you to be uncomfortable."

[death-in-shift-deactivated20250]

Jae nodded, their eyes changed from a black to a turquoise colour. This indicated their shyness. Kindness felt foreign to them, it was hard to trust it. Especially in The Fog; but they could tell he was being kind.

“Thank you for the sandwich and the coat.” The demon looks up at the taller man with a slightly sleepy look. “My name is Saige Michaelis but everyone calls me Jae. I’m a spider demon and I have a twin brother named Omarion Michaelis. He’s a honey bee demon.”

‘I feel like I said too much.. What if I rambled off?’

Jae placed the coat on top of their head, letting it hang from there. They lightly adjusted their mask.

[chrisredfield-re]

Chris let out a soft chuckle and kept his warm smile, "What a pleasure to meet you my dear that is a wonderful name. I'm Chris Redfield, the killer of this realm, not the survivor."

He sat at his desk and offered the opposite seat for Jae, "How interesting that you are a spider demon! If you are okay with it I would love to hear more about you, perhaps if you have superhuman abilities? If not that is perfectly fine! Would you like a glass of water or something else to drink?"

[death-in-shift-deactivated20250]

Oh right! Jae did remember coming across the survivor a few times. It's a rare sight but still.

"I'm a killer too. I was an angel but I rebelled against my family for the sake of my twin and my freedom. If you end up in my realm, you can see the halo and wings next to a tainted statue."

They then thought of their powers.

"Well, I possess spider physiology, especially in my demon form. Outside from that, I do have this mysterious thing with my eyes where they change colour due to how I feel. I do have voice manipulation powers where I can mimic anything or anyone- my screams create sound waves, and some psychic abilities."

[chrisredfield-re]

"That is truly incredible!" He had an excited look on his face, he bounced on the balls of his feet with a curious tilt of his head. "How often do you find yourself using these abilities and in what situations? Does it cause anything of yours, stamina or perhaps it mentally exhausts you?"

He grabbed a few loose slips of paper, dropping some in the process before he stops, "my apologies, may I have your permission to be able to document what you tell me?"

[chrisredfield-re]

Wesker was heading towards the police station, injured and wounded from the last trial. The blood coming from his arms, legs, face and stomach was slowly drying, still it was dripping down on the ground.

He practically was limping to the office, trying to hide his groans of pain as much as possible.

"Chris..." he whispers as he enters the office, before collapsing on the floor.

@ask-dbd-survivor-wesker

When Wesker awakens he was laying on their new sofa, the office was completely redone to accommodate the both of them, it was just as they had imagined. Chris was sitting on the floor with his back against the sofa, his arms crossed and he was resting his eyes. Wesker had tendrils cuddled up all around him as if Chris finally trusted them enough around his beloved.

@ask-dbd-survivor-wesker

[ask-dbd-survivor-wesker]

Wesker slowly opens his eyes and blinks a few times, as if having to remember where he was and how he got there. Seeing the tendril he smiles a bit before trying to get up with a groan of pain. He only manages to sit up, even the slightest movement caused him pain.

"Chris..." he finally says with a soft voice, gently running his hand through the other mans hair.

[chrisredfield-re]

Chris remained asleep, barely stirring at the touch. The tendrils inched closer and tapped Wesker's bare chest as if asking for entry, a different tendril on the floor slithers onto the wall and with some effort formed the word 'painkillers?' and lingered for a few moments before congealing to see if Wesker was looking before spelling the word out again.

They wanted to numb his pain but waited for Wesker to give permission.

[ask-dbd-survivor-wesker]

Wesker reads the word on the wall and looks down on the tnedrils on his chest before giving a weak smile and nods "I could use some painkiller right now" he says quietly not to wake Chris, his hand still gently running through the male's hair.

[chrisredfield-re]

The tendril injects itself into Wesker's chest as painlessly as possible before it starts to work its magic. Several tendrils bring over a tray of cookies and apple juice for Wesker to eat and gain some energy back, they squeaked concerned for their master's mate and nuzzled him extremely carefully.

They made sure not to wake Chris as well, the bags under his eyes show that he may have just fallen asleep.

[ask-dbd-survivor-wesker]

Wesker takes a few deep breaths as he relaxes, feeling the virus doing its magic. He smiles at the other tendrils, recognizing their behavior that they have accepted him and are not hostile. “Thank you” he says quietly with a soft smile and slowly eats a cookie and sips on the juice.

[chrisredfield-re]

Surprisingly it was the sound of Wesker sipping that made Chris jolt awake with a look of fear, he whips around and makes eye contact with him. It takes a moment but he sighs in relief and visibly relaxes,

"H-hello my love," He spoke in a raspy voice, "You gave me quite the scare." He reaches forward and delicately touches Wesker's shoulder as if he was made of glass, he doesn't move for a moment as he sighs again in pure relief.

[ask-dbd-survivor-wesker]

"S..sorry" he quickly says and puts the juice away. "I did not want to wake you." he says and gives him a soft smile. He did not know how he looked like at the moment, he just hoped he was in a halfway good looking condition.

"T..thank you for helping me" he then whispers quietly, avoiding to look the other in the eyes.

[chrisredfield-re]

"Are-are you okay my beloved?" He carefully moves his hand to Wesker's cheek, a smile breaking on his face. He cleared his throat trying to sound normal but with the red eyes and pink cheeks it was clear he was crying earlier, he breathed slowly as he stood.

"Do you need anything? Better food? A bath? Would you like me to check your wounds?" He was up and motivated by worry-filled energy, fretting over every little thing possible.

[chrisredfield-re]

continued from @ask–dbd–wesker

His anger very quickly subsided, his shoulders slacked and his brows furrowed. He seemed at a loss for words, with a soft sigh he speaks, “My apologies Albert, I shouldn’t have let my temper get the better of me.”

 He walks over to his desk and lifts it before setting it back in place while making the least possible noise, “Father had taken me in after he held me at gunpoint for stealing a loaf of bread, from there he said that if I wished to live I would obey his every word. He made sure I could take care of my sister so I allowed myself to be experimented on, survived every death match against dogs and guards just so I could walk home back to Claire…He used me in every way possible up until I had killed him by my own hands, but I never saw myself as a god though he claimed he was one, I followed all of his views for the future but they were all lies.”

 He looked to Wesker, a pain in his eyes, “Father never wanted to advance humanity, he was creating bioweapons. He lied to both of us about everything he ever wanted we achieve, he used us as puppets for greed, we were nothing to him.”

    Chris reaches forward, hesitantly, and gently placed his hand on Wesker’s shoulder. His voice is warm and kind as he spoke, “I may one of the only people who truly understand the suffering you have gone through, I am deeply sorry for hurting you as I did. While I disagree with your thought of godhood I shouldn’t insult you for it, I hope you can forgive me.”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker looked at the hand on his shoulder before looking the other man in the eyes.

There were a lot of things he could say at that moment, but he couldnt. Not because he didnt want to, but because he was unable to describe or explain what was going on inside him right now. He knew Chris was right, he could understand how he felt.

“I am sorry for what you had to experience.” he then says, his voice usually monotone and cold like always, but he truly meant it. Being manufactured in this way, he did not hold a lot of emotions inside, but one look in his eyes could tell he meant it.

“I will forgive you for your actions, but I will not tolerate that kind of behavior. Let us forget about this incident, but let this also be a warning for you not to tempt me.”

He leans close and whispers into Chris’ ear “Otherwise I will not have another choice but to correct your behavior~”

[chrisredfield-re]

“I think I have proven myself a decent match to yourself, my love.” He smirks whispering back, “You’ll have to be at your full strength to try and wrangle me into obedience~”

  He then pulls back with a goofy smile as if he has never been angry in his life as he pours two cups of coffee, “I will admit despite our bickering just now I quite enjoy your company, it has been nearly a decade since I have met someone who could actually take me in a fight. Though that is unsurprising with how similar we are to each other hm? I’d love to meet on even ground and spar with you at some point or another, think of it as training if you will.”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

“Who’s talking about wrangling into obedience? You can just obey my word because perhaps you want to? Out of your own free will?” he snickers with a smirk.

He keeps quiet for a moment as if having to think about the offer the other man made. He knows how quick and strong he was, but it would be a good opportunity to watch and study the other man. “We could use the RPDs gym if you want, otherwise, I do have a private dojo, where we could meet as well.”

[chrisredfield-re]

“A private dojo you say? Impressive.” He nods gently taking a sip before speaking again,

  “However it is best we use the gym here, we both know it well so it would be the more equal sparing ground for us to use. Also there is no way I am going to willingly obey you and feed your ego more” Chris chuckles softly leaning back in his chair, he had a gentle look in his eye with his gentle jab towards Wesker.

[ask--dbd--wesker]

“The gym it is then” he says before smirking mysteriously “Oh you will obey me, dont you worry about that.” he carefully watches Chris’ every move.

“I will wait there for you” he says and within an eyeblink, he disapeears. People would think he telerported, but it was just Weskers’ ability to move incredibly fast.

[chrisredfield-re]

Wesker gets to the gym seemingly first, after a few moments he can see Chris step out of the shadows as if he was always there. He shrugs off his coat and sets it down before taking off his shirt, his scars showing visibly and decorating his skin like freckles. Rolling his shoulders he smiles down at Wesker,

  “Tell me when we begin, I’m more than ready.”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker looks at Chris, seemingly calm and professional, but still there is a glow in his eyes, staring at the males chest.

“Very well then”

Wesker takes off his own coat and shirt, but unlike Chris, he wears a black funktional shirt underneath. He has quite some scars as well, decorating his body.

He stretches a few times before giving a short nod. “We can begin. Let’s see how good you really are.”

[chrisredfield-re]

With their superior speed Chris looked like he was running normally despite the fact he crossed the room in a few seconds. He had a small smile on his face, the muscles of shoulders flexing as he reached forward and prodded Wesker in his side. It was painless and more so a taunting tactic to rile the shorter male into attacking.

  “I am sure we have different styles when it comes to fighting, this is more a display of skill than a test.”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

“Well then Chris, this should be easy for you then” he chuckles and sprints across the whole gym withing a few seconds, slightly faster than Chris, before appearing right behind him and grabbing him by the shoulder, pushing him down on his knees.

“Oh I remember this scence, how often I did that. Not with you, but the Chris from my world” he laughs. “It’s always fun to bring a Chris down to his knees.”

[chrisredfield-re]

He sweeps his leg in an attempt to knock Wesker off balance as he easily rips his shoulder from the grip and stood giving the male a sharp jab in the side. He licked his teeth, “Funny, I recall doing something similar to put my Albert on his knees, but it required a few choice words.”

  He winked and went in for an uppercut though it was easy to dodge, “I can see you have more speed than myself. I wish to test your endurance compared to my own.”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker easily dodges the new attack and with another fast movement he has his hand tightly on Chris’ jaw. “A Wesker does not go down on his knees. Never. I want you to understand this.”

Still holding Chris’ jaw in the tight grip, he thinks about the offer. “Your wish shall be done” he says and squeezes one more time before letting go of the other mans jaw.

[chrisredfield-re]

Chris grabs Wesker by the arm and wrenches it behind the male’s back so he could pin him against the wall, a hum leaving his lips as he easily kept Wesker pinned with his immense strength. Slowly he begins to wrangle the shorter male down until they were both on their knees. His front pressed against Wesker’s back he purrs into his ear, 

  “You always looked so pretty on your knees however. You claim you could never yet hear you are, kneeling and unable to escape…” He presses his lips against Wesker’s ear, whispering soothingly, “I’d even go as far as to say you are adorable like this~”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker groans, his eyes suddenly glowing in fury as he punches Chris in the abdomen with his elbow. It took him a couple of stronger hits until he freeded himself.

With ease he grabbed Chris by the arm, spinning around he got him into the same position he was just seconds ago. Leaning close to Chris, he whispers in his ear, his voice sounding dangerous “I will not repeat myself again, Chris. A Wesker does not go down on his knees.”

He throws Chris a couple feet away to the floor and slowly steps closer, he can feel the power he holds in his hands and fingers. “Why dont you understand it Chris? I will always overpower you, no matter where or when.”

[chrisredfield-re]

“You couldn’t hurt me if you tried.” He cracked his neck and opened his arms, a slick grin as he stands defenseless. 

  “Give me your best shot my little lamb. I want to see if you even leave a bruise!” Chris knows how much punishment his body can take, how many hits Wesker could land before he would take serious damage, he self confident in his every breath and egged Wesker to do his worst. Perhaps baiting Wesker to come closer, or perhaps the opposite, there was no way to tell what his plan was.

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker smirks, finally he can get his revenge on Chris, even if it wasnt his Chris.

With a fast speed he dashed forward, ready to hurt Chris. With on hand, he grabbed Chris by the shoulder, bringing him a little down and closer, with his other hand, he punched Chris in the chest and stomach over and over again.

Wesker knew how strong he was, and if it was the Chris from his world, he’d be gone within a second. But this was an alternate Chris, as strong, if not even stronger than he himself was. And Wesker knew how much he could endure, so he calculated Chris could take as much as he could, perhaps even a little more.

“Just give up, Chris. You can’t do this forever!” Weskers eyes were glowing in a bright orange as he kept punching Chris.

[chrisredfield-re]

The first ten punches knocked Chris back little by little, but soon enough he stopped reacting to the hits. As Wesker continued to burn his energy and wear himself out Chris stood still with that cocky grin, it didn’t take long before he hummed softly, “Is that really all you have?”

  He grabs Wesker’s fists to stop his next attack and leaned in close, gently grasping the back of his neck as he whispers, “How disappointing~”

  With a flash he grips the back of Wesker’s neck roughly and shoves him onto the floor with enough power to crack the floor, this for a moment stunned the shorter male and gives Chris time to flip Wesker to lay on his back. He sits on Wesker’s hips and grabbed both of his wrists with one hand holding it above the male’s head keeping him firmly pinned to the ground. 

  “I hope you’re not already tired, my sweet little lamb~”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Weskers eyes burn in a raging red as he struggles hard underneath the big male. “CHRISSSS” His scream could be heard far outside the police station.

He keeps wringling and struggling, in hopes to free himself. He knew how strong he was, so Wesker did not underestimated Chris’ strenght, but he miscalculated the steps the other male would make.

“You’ll pay for that!” Wesker finally stopped his struggles, but his eyes still glowed fiercly. “What do you want, Chris? Do you want to bring me down on my knees so badly?”

[chrisredfield-re]

His wicked grin was quick to disappear, an almost worried and pained expression gracing his face, “I’m not going to hurt you Albert.”

  His free hand nearly cups Wesker’s face but he stops just sort, the look of hesitation as if he was scared that is touch alone would cause the smaller male pain, he stops pinning Wesker to the floor and stands. Chuckling softly he shook his head, even if Wesker was on the same level of him he still held the same face he loved.

  “I guess this means I am the weaker one hm?”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

With a jump Wesker is back on his feet and gets rid of the dust on his clothes. “Chris, in every scenario possible I would agree to this, but in this one, I do have to admit it, even if I dont do this, you are stronger than me. The physical strength. As for emotional strength, you do have a lot of weaknesses. Things I dont have, but I am assuming this is because of the different backstory we have.”

He raises his gloved hand, and stops right in front of Chris chest, as if waiting for permission to touch him. He then gently rubs of the dust from Chris body, his gaze emotionless and professional, just like someone would expect a researcher to be.

[chrisredfield-re]

He gently clasps Wesker’s hand into his own, a soft genuine look of love that was almost a complete jump from how he usually held himself around Wesker. With a soft sigh Chris speaks,

  “It seems as though your face alone is enough to entrance me into a more docile nature, I care too deeply for you to ever lift a finger with malicious intention. As pitiful as it is to say, you have always been my greatest weakness.”

  His eyes trace Wesker’s hand before he slowly lets go, a sad chuckle leaving his lips as he turns his back to the shorter male and went to retrieve his turtleneck and coat.

[ask--dbd--wesker]

“I am fully aware of that, something between Wesker and Chris, may it be the two of us, or the alternate versions of us, something wants us to be our greatest weakness, since you are mine as well.” he says, taking on his own clothes again.

Fixing his hair and the sunglasses, he looks at the taller man “It was a great honor to do this, and I would like do this again if you are open to it as well.”

He pauses for a moment. “I would like to show you something, if you are open for it. It is in my private laboratory and I am sure you are interested in seeing this.”

[chrisredfield-re]

“I would be delighted to come to your laboratory! I would love to swap research notes and reports on any experiments you have conducted in the realm!” He had a look of joy a child would get towards seeing their favorite candy. A genuine excitement that put a bounce in his walk as he neared Wesker again, wanting to go to Wesker’s private laboratory as soon as possible.

  “Lead the way my dear!”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker nods and starts walking out of the police station. “It took be a lot to convince the entity to offer me a private lab, but I am greatful for it and the equpment is excellent.” he says with a proud smile. “It seems as if the entity knew exactly what I needed and it all reminds me well of my time at Umbrella and later Tricell.”

Soon they arrive near a concrete building in the middle of the woods. “This is my private shack, forgive me for just bringing you here, but the lab is right underneath, a big complex stretching itself upon a few miles.” he explains and takes out a security card swimping it through a reader and with that the doors to the building open.

Everything inside the building was kept simple and only in black and white, just like someone would expect from Wesker. He continues going to something which looks like a lift; the doors open automatically and he steps in.

Upon arriving in the underground lab, he continues walking down a long corridor, making sure Chris follows. “The reason it is so big is because I do have multitple projects I do want to work on, wheter it is a personal matter or just out of curiousity on discovering this place’s secrets.” He enters a room, big water tanks in there containing the Uroboros Virus tendrils.

“I have to apologize, I wasn’t quite honest with you before. I am slowly working on the process of making Uroboros heat resistent. Since the virus is very sensitive when it comes to heat, especially fire, but prefers water, I started to turn up the water temperature. My first attempts were a failure, but my constant work on advancing the genes slowly turned into progress. The current water temperature of this tanks is at 110 degrees Fahrenheit. Since the human body temperature is at 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit I started from there and continued slowly increasing the temperature, for others i did work on the genetic structure before doing the same. You can see it all in my reports and records.” he says and hands Chris a file.

[chrisredfield-re]

Wesker, despite being a few feet away from Chris, could feel the larger male’s purring. His eyes were fully dilated to the point the red of his eyes could hardly be seen as he begins to flip through excitedly.

“Albert this is beautiful. Your level of detail and your thoroughness- this is all incredible! Water is an amazing way to try to get the virus used to it though I am concerned about the steam and the temperatures that it could reach, which poses a threat for the delicate process- I’m sure you have already thought about that!”

He looked completely giddy, the vibration of his purring rivaling that of a lion with his excitement, the word felt like an understatement.

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker nods, a proud smirk on his face. “Smart idea, and yes, I did already think about it. These tanks are constructed that they absorb the steam which is then used to water these plants” he says and points to another row of tanks with the flowers containing the progenitor. Other tanks contained other flowres and plants native to the realm. “These tanks are built that only as much steam gets converted and used to water these plants as they need, so these plants live under perfect conditions here.”

He looked at Chris and saw his dilated eyes, slightly chuckling. “So, I see you have the issue with dilated eyes as well, fascinating.”

[chrisredfield-re]

“I don’t see it as an issue. It is my way of showing you that I am comfortable with showing my emotions to you.” She smiles warmly and looks over the tanks,

“I remember when I rediscovered the location of the progenitor flowers. I was so fed up with at the time with Spencer before his death that I plucked a flower right off the plant and ate it in front of him! You should have seen the horror on his face when I swallowed it.” He shakes his head chuckling, “Those next eight months were hell on earth.”

[ask--dbd--wesker]

“That is why it is important to work with these flowers and extract everything correctly” he says, nevertheless a small chuckle escapes his mouth. “You can be happy to be still alive, those flowers are highly dangerous, but you already know that.” he says. Pausing for a moment, he reads some data from different displays and writes down the numbers on a notebook.

“I do have other experiments going on, do you want to see them as well?” he asks.

[chrisredfield-re]

“I would be utterly honored to see what other experiments you have Albert!” He hummed joyfully and bounced on the balls of her feet, a big smile on his face and his purring louder than ever, he may just start shaking the floor with how content he seemed in Wesker’s company.

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker hums happily and nods “Follow me then” he says and makes his way to the other aresa of the big lab complex. Behind different glass doors tanks with all different kinds of flowers, plants and herbs.

“I have multiple tests and experimets going on at the same time as you can see. Who knows how long we will be here? Perhaps one day we will get out and I want to collect as much data on this place as possible.” he explains and enters another small sterile room.

Inside there were a few test tubes with different blood samples, all labeled with the names of the survivors. It seemed as Wesker has been collecting the blood of them to experiment on them.

“I’m trying to find which blood type is most competible with the Uroboros virus. It does not serve a greater goal, net yet at least, it is simply for the statistics and analysis.”

[chrisredfield-re]

“I am still working on a way out in my own free time, but most of my free time has been consumed by trying to rid the station of the Entity’s corruption. It has been quite tiring.”

Chris happily listened to everything Wesker had to say with a big smile, it was warm and prideful. Seeing the face of the man he tried so hard to convince to his side actively talking about his experiments filled him with a sense of joy. Even if it wasn’t the same Albert he was happy all the same.

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker looks up, Chris has definitely all of his attention now? “A way out you say? Do you even think it is possible?” he questions.

“And tell me more about the corruption? It is quite a nasty thing, still I wish to learn about it. Could you, if possible, get me a sample so I can work on that?” he asks then.

He could see how happy and excited Chris was talking to him, and about all the research. And Wesker had to admit, he sort of felt the same. Trying to convince his Chris all those years ago to join him, and then again, and again. Finally he could share his knowledge, and perhaps even learn a few new things.

[chrisredfield-re]

“I have plenty of samples of the entity’s corruption, the orange and black ooze that clings to the corners like mold. Removing it is taxing but with Uroboros it doesn’t corrupt me completely so I am able to absorb it onto my body and move it to a safer disposal containment.”

He hummed softly shuddering at the memory before he thinks for a moment, “I remember reading old journals and entries of people who have left and returned to the realm, there had to have been a way to achieve it. I fully intend on finding it.

[ask--dbd--wesker]

“Is there a chance that I could have a copy of those journals?” Wesker asks. “And of course samples of the corruption.” Wesker would’ve loved to find out more about how Chris was able to carry the corruption before disposing it, but he did not want to push the other and asks something like that which could be considered as disrespectful.

[chrisredfield-re]

“Yes yes of course! I could even demonstrate, though I’m quite worried that you shouldn’t execute it yourself seeing the state of your body…” He trails off thinking for a moment before he whistles for his tendrils to fetch the mentioned journals before he would continue.

“My apologies if this comes off as insulting but I don’t believe your body could handle it if with the Uroboros content currently in your system, it feels as though your virus is just a baby if that makes any sense!” He tilted his head as if trying to put it into words, finding it rather hard to do so.

[ask--dbd--wesker]

Wesker nods understanding. “There is no need for you to apologize, altough I do have to admit it quite hurt a bit. Nevertheless you are speaking the truth, I still am in the process of fully binding with the virus.” He takes the journals from the tendrils and nods as a thanking gesture.

“Still I would like to have some examples of the corruption, only if you are able to bring me some of them, of course. No one has to get hurt in the process of doing something for the other.”

[chrisredfield-re]

"As strange as it may sound I don't recommend bonding with it completely." He spoke above a whisper as if what he said was heretical. He didn't have the strength to look Wesker in the eye as he said, "For all the glory and strength it gives you, I believe it takes much more than you are willing to give. Even if you think you are willing to give everything to it."

He inhales sharply, "I can get you fresh samples when you wish to return to the police station. I could get them off an area I have been wishing to clean for some time."

[chrisredfield-re]

Irene wanders through the station, recovering from a recent trial. As she steps into the Chief's office, she accidentally steps on the tail of a passing Uroboros, causing it to squeak out of surprise and pain much like a dog.

"Eek! Oh no, are you okay?." She asks, kneeling down and offering her hands out for the Uroboros to climb on.

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The tendril seems to hiss and slither backward from Irene, it takes the inky black tendril a minute before it would inch closer and bat at her hand much like a cat. After a few more harmless hits against the woman's hand, it relaxes and nuzzles her though doesn't go much further than that. Around her, more tendrils begin to pop out of the floor and walls to watch the new person in their domain, with how quiet it was their soft squeaks and squeals could be very softly heard.

Behind her, a calm voice speaks up, "Hello, I see my Uroboros likes you. I'm Chris Redfield, may I ask your name?"

@obscura-of-the-fog

[obscura-of-the-fog]

Irene giggled at the tendril's reactions, gently petting it while thin black veins emerge from under her sleeve and nuzzle the Uroboros.

Upon hearing Chris, she quickly stands and turns to face the other, stunned by how tall the man was. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't expect anyone to be here. I'm Irene Dagenhart, but I just go by Irene." She responds, offering a hand to shake while concealing the other back her back, the thin tendrils wiggling aggressively.

[chrisredfield-re]

Uroboros squeaks in slight surprise but more so excitedly tries to nuzzle into Irene's hand. Chris looks towards his own tendril and clicks his tongue to call them back, "Do not worry my dear it is no trouble. You have quite a beautiful name."

Chris gently shakes Irene's hand and tilts his head with a soft smile, "Would you like to join me in my office? That is if you are staying long, I have a coffee machine if that convinces you."

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A light pink tint creeps across Irene’s cheeks, a soft giggle escaping her lips. “I would kill for some real coffee. Whatever the others make at the campfire tastes like dirt.” She responds, glancing back at the Uroboros.

“Your little friends are adorable, are they safe to handle? They remind me of the leeches back home that secrete a toxic mucus and turn people into zombies.” She asks, little black veins gently poking at Chris’s hand in a curious manner.

[chrisredfield-re]

"Sorry to disappoint but I'd actually advise against touching them. My virus could become unpredictable at any moment and I value your safety above how adorable they may seem."

He leads her to his office, it was incredibly clean yet horribly disorganized with papers scattered in neat piles, and several coffee cups and mugs on every table, chair, or cabinet. One coffee mug can be seen balanced on top of the doorway! He grabs a new pot and begins making fresh coffee for Irene as his tendrils pull over a seat for her.

"May I ask why you have come to the police station? Do you venture here often?"

[obscura-of-the-fog]

Irene's heart sank a little in response to Chris's answer. "It's always the cuties that are the most deadly" She muttered softly before following, a soft smile gracing her lips upon seeing the unorganized space. It reminded her of home; of miswritten papers cluttering the floor, unfinished stories that never reached the printing press and half-empty cups of day-old coffee hiding in the weirdest spots.

"Well, you could say it's my home away from home." Irene answered as she took a seat. "I was born in a small town, not many large buildings. In fact, was so small that both City Hall, the local library and local newspaper all shared the same building!." She stated, followed by a giggle. "I can't recall how many times I got lost just trying to go to lunch."

"I guess what I'm trying to say is; this is the only place that feels normal."

[chrisredfield-re]

"I'm glad that you have found the police station to be a place of comfort, it is mine as well." He chuckled softly, "I used to work here in fact! The goddess statue out there was my first friend as sad as that may sound. When I came to Raccoon City, not even the stray dogs would bother to beg me for food, but she was always standing there like a light in the never-ending darkness..."

He clears his throat chuckling and tried to subtly sweep the notes and half-written letters off of his desk before he spoke with a sheepish grin, "Would you believe me if I told you this mess spawned from trying to reorganize my office?"

[obscura-of-the-fog]

Goddess. The word rang through Irene’s head, was it an effigy to an actual goddess or was it just the name of the artwork? She had so many questions, but once again she pushed that thought aside, as they had literally just met and she did not want him to feel uncomfortable.

She gives the tall man a smile. “Oh no, I completely understand. Reorganizing oftentimes makes a bigger mess, I know this too well. But my office wasn’t as big as this one, so reorganizing everything would take an entire work day and sometimes an all-nighter! If you want help, I’m willing to lend a hand or two.”

[chrisredfield-re]

"That's very kind of you my dear but I wouldn't want to add more stress onto you, you are a survivor aren't you? Survivors have it hard enough in trials, they shouldn't have to be put to work out of them."

He quietly counted down under his breath until the coffee would beep and got up to pour two different cups of coffee, he pours an equal-sized cup of sugar into his own before he speaks up, "What do you take in your coffee? I have quite the sweet tooth myse- oh! If you have any questions about the station do ask, I know quite a bit about it."

He offers Irene a warm smile.