When Wesker got to his office in the RPD his eye fixated instantly on the white envelope left on his computer keyboard. He sighed with the tiniest crook of a smile on his face as he closed the door behind him. The man was ridiculous, Wesker thought. He sat on his black leather chair, a little excited to hear about Birkin’s latest escapade. The envelope had in neat but shaky writing “Albert Wesker, RE: Subject MAIV6” and when he opened it there was the cassette tape as expected. Wesker chuckled to himself as he opened his drawer, the only one left permanently unlocked to avoid suspicion which contained service pistol, his tape recorder, and six boxes of junior mints. He took out a box of treats along with the cassette player and excitedly slipped the tape in and pressed play, delighting in the small click. There was a moment of shuffling and cracking Wesker opened his box of sweets and settled into his chair staring at the player in anticipation.
“Experiment 17 on subject MAIV6,” Birkin began, his voice shook a little and had an edge of anger. Has he truly done this sixteen times before? Wesker thought in delight. “Subject is approximately twenty years of age with-” Birkin stopped suddenly as another voice suddenly appeared.
“Fanden. What- who-” a soft voice said, accented with Danish with a hint of west coast Californian. Mathias, Wesker thought with raised eyebrows. That was unexpected. He leaned forward, his lips parting slightly as a small laugh escaped them.
“Subject seems to be more resistant to sedatives than expected,” Birkin snapped. There was a lot of shuffling and moving in the background causing the voice to go up and down in volume and sound a little harried. “Likely a drug addict, what good company you keep, Al.”
“Vicodin for chronic pain, kusse,” Mathias groaned.
“Lay back down,” Birkin said quickly, his voice was muffled and a little quieter. There was a creak and shuffling, it seems the restraints weren’t as tight as he wanted them to be. “Subject is exactly six foot and ninety seven pounds making him severely underweight.”
“You’re Doctor Birkin, right?” Mathias sudden and quiet question took Wesker by surprise and shook Birkin into silence for a moment.
“You have a chatty one, Al.”
“You know, Boss says if you break another one of his workers Wesker’s banned.”
“What happened to your testicles?” Birkin asked suddenly, audibly quite flustered. “Why did you have them removed?”
“Does it fuck with your plans? Were you hoping to get them for your trophy cabinet?” Mathias taunted weakly, Birkin gave an annoyed huff which sounded odd on tape.
“Subject requires another few ccs of Valium.” His suddenness suggested that Mathias had guessed correctly, to Wesker’s amusement. Mathias yelled something unintelligible until he fell quiet as Birkin grunted and grew breathless with exertion. “Subject is now stable and we can now continue with the experiment.” Wesker let out a small laugh. “A half starved blond twenty year old, do you miss our academy days, Al?” Birkin’s voice was dripping with fury, it almost seemed like the cassette itself was about to burst into flame. “Hm.” He was quiet for a moment again. “It’s interesting, Al, based on his specs he should have been dead when I kidnapped him, but he isn’t… Maybe you being a disgusting, wretched slut has brought me an interesting test subject.”
After that there was a click and silence Wesker, attempted to mess with the volume to no avail. The tape was still rolling and there was a crackling noise in the background, so it wasn’t over yet. He picked up the player and stared at it, when Birkin’s voice started again Wesker didn’t want to admit that he was relieved.
“Apologies for the interruption, Al. I have now had the subject for a day and-” Birkin stopped for a moment. His breathing was heavy as there was a loud banging against a metal door with muffled shouting. Wesker had to lean in to try and hear better. “It has been one hour since our subject was injected with the ε strain of the tyrant virus. His body chemistry has not changed. His specs remain solidly healthy despite this. I have infected him with everything I’ve been able to get hold of from the novovirus and Ebola … the boy is completely immune to them all. It is just like subject-” There was loud crash and a clattering as the recorder crashed to the ground, there was a great deal of shouting until suddenly the tape ran out. Wesker’s hands fumbled with the recorder as he took the cassette out a turned it round, his chest growing tight. He swallowed and pressed play, his thumbs twitching slightly as he heard a crackling noise.
“Well, apologies, Al,” Birkin began. Wesker laughed to himself, almost wanting to throw the recorder across the room. For a moment he thought the worst, but it was foolish. Birkin always filled both sides. Always. And if he wasn’t fine how would the tape have got here? He thought. “It turns out that whore of yours is particularly special. I managed to get out with my research and only a few injuries. An external hard drive is in your bottom right desk drawer with a copy of them. If you fuck this boy again, well, at least I’ll enjoy getting to experiment on his cadaver.”
Emperor Hux sat comfortably in his specially crafted throne. He’d had Snoke’s melted down and replaced it with one that he felt truly represented the Hux name, the new royal family of the Galaxy. It was taller, of course, far taller than necessary, the back rest almost reaching to the ceiling. The material was a mixture of rhodium and cobalt to create a gunmetal blue metallic base that matched Hux’s ice blue eyes which were flecked with hot ash. The same ones as his father, the Hux eyes. The seat cushion was a deep black with the fur of vornskr wolves his soldiers personally captured for him. Encrusted in the back seat just above the Emperor’s head right to the top was a pattern of rubies, based on the signet ring that his father had before the terrible bacta-tank incident that cost him his life. Next to the Emperor’s throne was a smaller one, the same but the back rest was half his own in height. Sat upon it was his Prince-Consort Kylo Ren, as much as the Emperor loved his husband he had to ensure the Galaxy knew the difference in power between them.
That afternoon the Emperor and his husband were sentencing criminals, as a general rule they had been illegal force users but the final felon had even less force sensitivity than Hux did. Mathias Iversen, the Emperor’s trusted General of the Galaxy’s Armies entered as two of Iversen’s men dragged the criminal in in chains. This was not a common occurrence and one that caused the Emperor’s eyes to widen slightly and thin his lips in surprise. Iversen however didn’t even look at the prisoner, Iversen’s eyes were fixed on the Emperor’s throne in a desperate, wanting manner. That was until he was forced to look at the Prince-Consort, their proficiencies with the force meeting for a moment, as Iversen’s old Master’s oak brown eyes stared at him. Planting inside his mind were the low words: Careful, Mads. He dropped his gaze and instead focused on stopping at the end of the hall and giving a short bow to Emperor Hux. His anger overwhelmed Kylo who sat and stared, the betrayal on Iversen’s silver eyes radiated throughout his entire body with his skeletal limbs almost shaking. When he spoke however he had somehow managed to keep his words calm and steady.
“Your Highness, I thought it appropriate I escort the prisoner to your feet given that this matter had effected me personally,” Iversen said, his tone far more formal than he would normally use even to the Emperor.
“Of course, Commander, proceed,” Hux said, his eyes focused on the person on their knees beside Iversen. They were a twi’lek with skin a deep indigo colour, their cranial appendages were cut and bruised from their interrogation and they could barely open their left eye. They had been left in the First Order uniform they had been arrested in but it was now in obscenely torn rags. The prisoner looked up and scowled as they stared defiantly into Hux’s face.
“This is Tavo Catal, they infiltrated my command six years ago under the alias of Di Si’Ney, a soldier they subsequently murdered and took over the identity of. Within this time they have been responsible for the theft of two hundred and thirty six military documents and for fifty seven ambushes which have cause thousands of our men to be slaughtered,” Iversen explained, he appeared calm to everyone but Kylo who saw the tell tale flicker of his right eyelid and the way his fingers twitched.
“It almost makes one wonder how they managed to operate unnoticed for so long,” Hux replied sardonically, his blue eyes piercing Iversen’s skin.
“Tigue- I mean- My Emperor,” Iversen spluttered, he was not used to this tone his own brother was taking with him. His cheeks reddened slightly but he took a deep breath and remained calm as he replied. “If you’ll forgive me, Emperor, it has not gone unnoticed we have been using every resource to track this traitor down. They have simply been like a ghost, completely untraceable.” Kylo leaned towards Hux before he could reply and whispered something in his ear that Iversen could only hear using his gift with the force.
“My Sun,” Kylo almost inaudibly began. “It is not Mads’ fault.” Hux relaxed and shuffled awkwardly on the chair in a manner not reflecting his station.
“Iversen, good job bringing this beast to me,” Hux said as if there had been no interruption. “It seems the reason for us not crushing the resistance under heel has finally been taken. I believe the sentence is obvious, no? Take them to the Corpulent Creature. The gigantic creature could do with a snack.”
“Yes Sir, of course, your Majesty,” Iversen nodded, a smile on his lips as he pictured seeing Tavo being shoved inside the previous Emperor’s gaping maw.
Declan paced up and down his flat, Mads had left twenty minutes ago and the first meeting had gone significantly better than Declan could have predicted. He felt Mads spearmint breath on his lips, apart of him was in ecstasy and delight… But he was also drowning in anxiety. The problem was what Declan had promised to do. He wrapped his arms around his body, his fingers gripping at the soft fat wrapped around his abdomen. There was one demand Mads had for them to both be together, and Declan knew he had to do it. He swallowed and exhaled, he sat on his black and green gaming chair at his self built, and intricately designed computer. It was time to recharacterise himself from stalker to boyfriend. Which shouldn’t have been as difficult as it was.
“Okay, so let’s get to work then,” Declan said to himself. His voice was nervous even when there was no one around to hear it, he took a deep breath. “For Mads,” he whispered as he double clicked his cursor on the two anime characters he’d set as the program’s icon. He’d created a lot of the stalkerware himself to ensure it was up to his standards - which most others weren’t. It felt a shame to get rid of them, when he’d spent so long adapting them specifically to Mads… But for the first time in his life he had a boyfriend, a relationship, and he had someone who wanted and care for him. He had to make this work, and Mads had insisted that Declan get rid of them as one of the stipulations. He started with RinLen, an app he had installed on Mads’ phone to clone and observe everything he used it for. All of Mads’ phone calls, text messages, photos, everything was on there. Declan kept the programming of course, but the internal translator, the adaptions to fit Mads’ routine… That would all have to be changed. He felt a sense of mourning almost as he realised he couldn’t get into Mads’ phone anymore. He tried to ignore it.
“And gone I guess,” he sighed, slouching in his computer chair. “Should I have done that? Yeah, yeah. Definitely a good idea.” He wondered if the habit he had of talking to himself to fill the room with noise and feel less alone was strange. He tried not to think about it. “What do you think we should do next, Shoto?” He added looking at his Shoto Todoroki figure he kept next to his computer with a small smile on his face. He didn’t think his figures and teddies were alive, but he liked talking to them all the same. “Yeah, I think… Tracker.” He clicked on the icon with a Nemesis from Resident Evil image named ‘JILL’. He quickly tapped at his keyboard, followed the direction and then let out a breath that came with tears stinging at his eyes. “Aaaand gone… But what if he gets hurt? What if he- ugh. No. No. I need to trust him. That’s what Mads said, right?”
Declan continued getting rid of the mass of spyware for a while, until he got to the one he was dreading deleting the most. The live surveillance feed in Mads’ flat. The Web, he called it, He didn’t have to open it to remove it but he did, bringing up the cameras on one of his computer screens. He stared with a flutter in his chest as he saw Mads had just gotten home. He watched him take off his jacket and hang it up in his shabby but neat little flat. Declan couldn’t bring himself to do it, not whilst Mads was there.
“Just… One last time,” Declan whispered to himself weakly, he swallowed and watched as Mads went to his bathroom. He switched to the livefeed Declan had installed opposite Mads shower, and watched as Mads’ pale, skinny body got undressed. “It’s okay. Mads doesn’t have to know. Just watch him one more time then it’s gone forever, okay?” Declan repeated hurriedly, trying to convince himself as his hand seemed to shove itself into his pyjama trousers and boxer shorts without him even realising it. Before he knew it his thumb and index finger was toying with his clitoris, he whined and gasped as he watched Mads’ bare chest, cock, and hips - so thin and clinging to his bones. He saw Mads look up and he was sure for a split second their eyes met, Mads gave a small smile and Declan was sure he began to open himself up a little. He was certain he’d been staring at the camera, not hunched and quick like he normally was. He was putting on a show. Or perhaps Declan was convincing himself of it as he stared at Mads at his most vulnerable, eventually orgasming intensely as Declan imagined he was there with his lips around Mads’ cock.
jdaa is dumb but I don’t care I love it
here they are
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june desiree
•age: 22
•gender: female
•she’s the only sane one out of the group and is the glue that keeps them all together i guess
•actual mom june desiree
•she’s kind of overprotective especially over her sister cause like. their parents are Busy Bees and they’re barely every there so juney’s gotta STEP IT UP
- - -
scarlet “red” desiree
•age: 15
•gender: Female
•june’s younger sister *dances*
•everyone just calls her “red”
•she’s kind of stubborn and a little hot-headed but??????? not too much
•she always gets into trouble by accident but she means well
•like i said her parents aren’t really around much so she hangs out at the office and does little jobs like running errands (literally just getting ash his iced coffee) and stuff
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ash willows
•age: 28
•gender: Male
•june’s boss/mentor/best friend
•even though he’s like 6 years older it’s really more like she is watching over him lmao
•he’d kinda lazy and sarcastic
•him and danny are FRIENDS!!!!!!!
•he always has iced coffee like june is still confused because she has Never seen him without an iced coffee in his hand and it’s kinda weird
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danny briggs
•age: 27
•gender: Male
•he is so polite and friendly actual boy scout danny briggs
•red is like his bff i s2g they just goof off and act like 6 year olds while ash and june just stand in the distance because their children are so ridiculous
•NOBODY WANTS TO SEE HIM CRY
•like i said…..him and ash are……….Friends
•he’s still work-oriented though he likes work he’s good at work he’s a very friendly and orderly gentleman
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mina träumen
•age: 22
•gender: Female
•don’t ask me what the name träumen means because i have no clue
•she’s got really bad insomnia so. she falls asleep a lot.
•she falls asleep standing up. sitting down. while walking. while eating. she can fall asleep anywhere What A Woman
•she’s always so tired she yawns……….and spaces out her sentences……….like this………..
•she works with danny and he kinda drags her around and tries to get her involved so she kinda just rolls with it bc she doesn’t want to make the kid cry
•her and june are friends i guess bc everyone is so busy goofing off that june just kinda sits next to her and tries to make conversation (mina’s asleep 99% of the time But)
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UMMMM i also had another one but i haven’t named her yet maybe she can be lillian……
•age: 14
•gender: female
•she came into the group under some unfortunate circumstances that i don’t feel like explaining BUT she is still apart of this wacky dysfunctional family and she loves it
•she’s So Shy and quiet everyone is in awe because she’s this timid little angel and everyone else is just
•red drags her around a lot kinda like how danny drags mina around
•she’s fascinated by june. she like wants to be her.
•she’s everyone’s lil princess…..
•i think u get the idea
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uh okay so
•june works for ash
•red is kind of like june’s assistant
•GIRL THATT I HAVEN’T NAMED SO I’LL JUST USE THE @ SYMBOL follows red around so she’s there too
•DANNY VISITS HIS BEST FRIENDS ASH AND RED A LOT!!!!!!!! He love them
•mina comes with and Sleeps
•One Big Happy Fam
nobody cares about this but if you have questions Shoot
