┈ ⋞ ‘The Mastermind’ - Wesker.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬.“ ┈ ⋞ 〈 ⏣ 〉 ⋟ ┈

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐏𝐎𝐕! [*] {𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫} 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐁𝐃 𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘!! :𝟑

Breathe, keep breathing/ Don't lose your nerve/ Breathe, keep breathing/ I can't do this alone.

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨:

It was midnight, and you were riding out on your bike in the small neighborhood you lived in, the bell chiming then and now before you found yourself pulling into the driveway of your house. Leaning your bike against the wall of the house, you quickly glazed your eyes around your surroundings in the midst of walking to your porch, sticking the key in after fumbling with it as you finally, with a nudge, got the door to give way.

With the echo of the silent house as your feet hit the steady tile, you toss your keys and jacket to the side on a coatrack, quickly running up the stairs to your bedroom. All day you have been waiting for something to download, a file that your friend promised and said it was worth it; A game file of course. You were interested in game coding and fixing the insides of corrupted files, and at the sound of this news, something that’s better than a cashier and a part time game programmer that take up the entire months that fly past by. Sitting at your desk, your fingers glided across keys and the mouse moved under the gentle movements of your hand. The file was loaded, but once you clicked on it, it was just a black box with nothing, leading to disappointment. As you closed the tab to go lie edown, you turn your computer off with a defeated sigh, curling up to your pillow as you complained yourself to sleep. Just a normal other night.

With the bare metal touching your bare shoulders, you violently shot up, your eyes darting around. Where were you? In a hospital?? A school?? This place looks all too familiar. You push up off of the floor as you’d look around as a sudden sharp pain in the back of your knees knotted up, causing you to hiss out in pain and stagger when walking.

You don’t know how far you have gotten, but it has felt like loops at this point, nowhere, yet faint screams of bloody murder and sounds of.. well, murder bounced across the hallway. You notice a wooden door as you’d forcefully nudge it open, only to be met eye to.. shoulder with a tall gentleman covered in blood. He wore shades, a black trenchcoat that looked outdated, and short shaven blonde hair, not recent, but looked trimmed not so long ago.

“..You’re not on the Survivor list.. or the Killer list… who are you..?”