I had a lot of fun with a seven minutes in heaven one I did. So here's another.
Seven Minutes in Heaven
Oni, Trapper, Mastermind
It was a typical day when the entity decided to throw the killers a little party. A little congratulations for all their hard work. You weren't sure who yelled out, 'Let's play seven minutes in heaven' (my money's on Frank) But suddenly everyone was dropping little objects that they had on their person into a large bag. You reached in and pulled out...
Oni
What is that?
It looks like a little charm.
Actually, it's very pretty.
Embroidered with flowers and made out of silk.
You expected it to belong to one of the more gentle killers.
You were surprised when you turned around and found the Oni, Kazan, standing over you.
More like towering.
You expected him to rip the item out of your hands.
To rip it away so harshly that your whole hand came off with it.
Tear Surprise, he grips the trinket with the utmost gentleness and stores it in one of his pockets.
He doesn't seem to be pleased with this arrangement.
Don't take it personally, he would do the same thing with anyone else.
The two of you are ushered into the closet.
And, on the way in, Kazan smacks his head on the top of the door.
Not the best way to enter the situation.
I mean, he's already pretty pissed off about having to go through this.
After the door closes, you stand there in silence.
Awkward tense silence.
If you squint hard enough you'll be able to see him hunched over. He's too big to fit in the closet.
So, he's probably really uncomfortable.
The only thing you can hear is the sound of his heavily labored breathing.
And oh my God it is terrifying!
Maybe ask about the charm?
"Kanai-Anzen Talisman. Protects my family..."
Very short straight answer.
Much like Evan, Kazan isn't a big talker.
More of the Strong silent, 'I'm going to kill you if you talk too much', type.
Until you ask him to tell you about what it was like in Japan and what it was like being a samurai.
He's proud of his home country and his origins.
He'll go on for the full seven minutes and won't let you get a word in.
And it's almost comical to see the ever serious Oni light up when he talks.
After the door opens and the light blinds you both, he almost looks disappointed.
Like he actually enjoyed talking to you.
Maybe you should follow him back?
Because he'd love to share more stories with you.
Trapper
A drawing of a deer?
Among all the dangerous and potentially lethal objects put in the bag there was this?
It's a miracle you ended up grabbing that as it was folded up into a tiny square.
Before you can ask who put it in there, Evan snatched it out of your hand and walked to the closet.
Like he didn't want you to show anyone.
He pushes past you, nearly knocking you over.
"Let's just get this over with."
When the closet door closes, he doesn't make any moves.
He simple stands in the corner.
Arms crossed.
Almost like he's pouting.
Evan is making it abundantly clear that he doesn't want to be there.
Doesn't say anything, doesn't do anything.
You can try and get closer, but he'll just move away.
Almost like you're disgusting.
"God this is taking too long!"
After one minute.
Evan isn't a patient man.
This isn't going anywhere.
Maybe some small talk?
Compliment the picture and ask if he drew it.
"...Yes..."
"You tell anyone and I'll kill you."
Oh, he isn't joking, he will.
Ask a little bit more about the drawing, what inspired it.
He'll open up a little about his past, about how he preferred drawing but his father saw that is too feminine of a hobby.
About how he lost his mother when he was born.
About how horrible his dad was and how much he still loved his father.
"I don't usually like speaking to people..."
"But... I enjoy speaking to you."
"Nothing I said leaves this closet. Do you understand?"
Say yes or he will kill you on the spot.
You won't get any affection out of Evan.
Maybe a head pat if he's feeling generous.
But nothing more.
After the closet door opens he just walks out like nothing happened.
More annoyed than anything.
But when he turns back to look at you.
The look at his eyes behind his mask.
He silently asking you to follow him.
Because talking to you?
Wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.
Mastermind
Oh, a pair of sunglasses.
These are really nice, probably a very expensive brand.
Before you could even hold them up they were snatched from your hand.
And the Mastermind is standing before you, glaring.
Before stepping, practically dragging you into the closet.
He puts his glasses back on.
I mean, going into a dark closet with sunglasses doesn't sound like the best idea, but he can do whatever he wants.
Albert clearly doesn't want to be here.
Unlike the others, he will say it out loud.
"Pathetic, I have to be trapped in here with you for seven minutes!"
"What a waste of time."
"Don't bother making the joke. I've already heard the 'seven minutes' joke no less than four times in the last hour."
Arms crossed.
Pouting.
Muttering under his breath.
The only thing making it not a temper tantrum was that he wasn't yelling or kicking his feet.
Stare at him long enough and he'll make some snide remark.
"What?!"
"What even is this game? What is the point?"
Explain it to him in the least lewd way possible.
Because, unlike the others, Wesker doesn't mind a casual hookup.
And he can be a little rough.
"Hmm, I see..."
"I suppose I can indulge you for a moment"
And before you can even react his lips are crashing on yours.
Rough and dominating.
It's a kiss that feels like it lasts forever.
Even though it's only been about three minutes.
When the closet door opens he'll stride out like nothing happened.
Leaving you, mouth agap, stunned.
"Are you going to stand there like an idiot or are you going to come with me?"









