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What Time Loop Are You Stuck In?

sci-fi dark comedy

when did you notice that things had gone wrong? was it frightening, chill-inducing, thrilling? did you feel a little twinge of glee, something akin to comfort? there’s something to study, to observe, no “mistakes” anymore—not really! just infinite rides on the carousel, the chance to choose a different horse every time.

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Tagging: @general-kalani, everyone reading this 🔫

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@uro6oros - Demanded a Starter!

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There was something PALPABLE in the air, and it had been that way for months. It was thick, a blanket of secrecy that even the other Umbrella employees couldn't help but pry into; something was off about ALBERT WESKER and Bethany Schwipps, the daring leader and the borderline loose-canon. Perhaps it was a natural progression, of realisation that she was a dick ( or acting against Wesker's best interest ) or that he was plotting her death.

Perhaps it was something else.

Like a good little soldier, Beth said nothing about the tonal shift. She did what was asked, required, and then doubled the outcome. She stared at Wesker from across the room or plane or helicopter or office, eyes averting before he could catch her. She allowed their touches to linger on one another, noting the moments that his jaw seemed to tense just a touch more than usual.

But, like all people, she had a limit. And her limit was the sudden addition of tasks. Impossible tasks. Tasks that were below her — THEIR — skill level. Things that served to embarrass her by the fact she had to do them. And today she was done. She wasn't going to retrieve an impossibly rare mineral just because he politely asked. No, no, no.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, sir," Said through gritted teeth, her stiff posture due to his intense stare and small step towards her when she didn't immediately scurry off. Her tone was firm, but not impolite. It was bordering that, though. Especially as her heart beat a little quicker and her gaze searched the tints of his glasses. "You're asking me to do something I can't. So I won't, sir."