Albert Wesker and the Strain
A/N: Ermmmmm… Hello? It’s been a while right? Like two years-ish? My bad. Mainly this shows how much I’m willing to procrastinate when I’m supposed to be making history notes. I’ll probably begin accelerating the story a lot faster than I was before when I used writing this story as a way to relax. Peace n love. Please forgive any slopping writing, I haven’t written much besides academic stuff in the last couple years. Also as a way of explaining how the story’s gone, the spa scene was used as a device to make Wesker fall asleep in the middle of the day so he could have the flashback. Pretty much just that.
Sleep released Wesker instantaneously. No asides or interrogation from Dark, no chance to muse on the memory of his friend being reborn as a hideous monstrosity. Just slightly scented and oiled consciousness.
“Ahhh!”
He bolted upright, prompting a similar verbal outburst from the earth ponies currently attempting to ease his tension which once again startled the blond’s unprepared psyche and led to another…
“Ahhh!”
The pink pony was the first to respond, “Mr Wesker, I believe you said something about sleep in the middle of the day? Tut tut, how lazy must we be today?”
Wesker composed himself, “Miss Aloe, you are mistaken. I wasn’t asleep.” At her patronising sceptical look he faltered briefly, “I like to exclaim every so often during massages. Helps keep everyo...pony on their toes… hooves.” A disdainful arch of an eyebrow was the only response; this must be what other people felt like talking to himself, “Fine, I fell asleep. I don’t believe that’s a crime.”
“Indeed not, Mr Wesker.” Lotus Blossom picked up where her spa partner had left off, “not to cast further aspersions on your sexuality, but you mentioned a stallion named “Will” quite a lot in your sleep.”
An indifferent mask slipped onto Wesker’s expression as smoothly and comfortably as an old coat, “An old friend who died a very foolish death. Nothing to concern yourself with.” He leapt off the massage table, eager to flee. “Thank you for your assistance. I don’t want to take up anymore of your time.”
He left without looking back, ignoring the concerned calls ringing out behind him.
Geez Al, rude much? Also when you say ‘foolish death’ I assume you mean ‘super cool death’ right?
He ignored Joy resolutely. The flashback he’d been exposed to had put him in a foul mood. Was Dark actually attempting to understand anything about him anymore, or just trying to torment him with all his failures and unpleasant memories?
I don’t think she could show you all your unpleasant memories, that’d take yeeeeeeaaaaars. Just a greatest hits compilation I think.
Reassuring. Maybe he’d consider getting the DVD.
All about Blu-ray nowadays, Al.
Marvellous.
Now restless and tenser than before he’d gone to the spa, he stalked towards the mountain, deciding that foolish action in assisting his associates was infinitely more desirable than brooding apathy. To his surprise and chagrin, however, it appeared as though his assistance wouldn’t be required, as he noticed the Mane 6 descending entering Ponyville chatting happily and animatedly amongst themselves.
Wow Al… do you feel superfluous or what??
Yes. Thanks for pointing it out. Very much appreciated.
‘What did you do today Al?’ ‘Oh not much just got a massage and had a bad dream, yourself?’ ‘Oh same nothing major just slew a GODDAMN DRAGON!’
Wesker decided to wholeheartedly ignore his persistent inner demon and instead focus on conversing with the triumphant ponies. “Welcome back. I can only assume from the lack of smoke and the fact that none of you are dead that you succeeded.” Vigorous smiles and nods confirmed that this was the case, “Which one of you struck the killing blow? Did any of you get a picture? It would be nice to know which one of you I will get the honour of referring to as ‘Dragonslayer’. Except Miss Rainbow.”
Confusion reigned as they all attempted to process Wesker’s statement. Eventually it was Twilight Sparkle who responded, “Erm… We didn’t kill the dragon, Albert. I’m surprised you didn’t see it fly away.”
I was too busy having my nails done and napping, tee hee hee.
“Ah no I’m afraid I was otherwise occupied at the time. Some of us have more pressing concerns than watching the skies 24/7. You seem unharmed though, what kind of battle was it then?”
‘I swear to God’ Wesker thought, ‘if they’re about to say they defeated it with the power of friendship and kindness then I’m going to scream.’
Rainbow Dash looked sheepish, “I kinda kicked him.”
“Which was a mistake and we were very sorry about it.” Fluttershy interjected over a reluctantly nodding rainbow-coloured Pegasus. “But once we spoke to him, he realised that he was harming the health of the ponies of Ponyville and he left to go somewhere less populated. He was a nice dragon in the end.”
“Ahhh!” Wesker placed two hooves either side of his head as the recipients of his scorn shared worried glances, “Really??” He was dangerously close to the end of his tether with this world’s nonsense. “That’s what happened?? You used diplomacy on a giant, fire-breathing lizard and it worked. It actually worked. You talked your problems out with a monster and everything is fine.” He heaved a long, heavy sigh and looked up to the sky.
Applejack gave him a sidelong glance, “You okay, Al?”
“No. Absolutely not.” The tether snapped. He waved a hoof generally around himself to indicate his surroundings, “This isn’t what real life is. Real life is not smiles and candy and wonder.”
“I love candy! Are you saying you have candy??”
“Shush, Miss Pinkie, the adults are ranting.” He began rubbing small circles along his temples, “Real life is pain, real life is suffering, real life is about elevating yourself above your peers and casting down those who would try to halt your progress. Real life adheres to the laws of nature: the most adaptable survive and those who are afraid or unwilling to seize opportunity die out.” Six wide mouths hung open in front of him as he continued, “You cooperate when you have to but when the time comes you know the only true beneficiary is yourself! You don’t negotiate with monsters! You don’t defeat evil with the power of friendship!” Wesker had become dimly aware of the size of the hole he was digging for himself but by this point he didn’t even care.
“Erm…”
“Let me finish, Miss Rarity. I have a lot of anger to vent and a very limited timespan.” With a suddenness so rapid it was lucky he didn’t contract whiplash he smiled serenely, causing his impromptu audience to take a simultaneous, unconscious step backwards, “Thankfully I’ve come a simple, logical conclusion.” He chuckled, “None of this is real. I’m in my own personal hell. I understand it now.”
“Albert…” Twilight looked at him with more than a little concern etched into her features, “What are you saying?”
“It makes perfect sense Miss Sparkle. I’m in a saccharine world of sunshine and rainbows, where friendship is the ultimate power and every issue can be solved with a cup of tea and a friendly chat. I get shown the visions of my past and have to provide commentary and analysis and all I see is death and misery and despair, but it was a world where I was above and beyond all others.”
Apart from two people with a rocket launcher and a spare volcano handy, I guess, Al.
Wesker chose to ignore Joy as his scenario began to feel less and less tangible. “A world where I held my own fate and the fate of all others in the palm of my hand. So once I exited it…” The blond earth pony gritted his teeth, “I was punished for daring to reach beyond my allocation. After all, what use am I in a world where your value is based upon your ability to make friends?” He barked out a savage laugh, “I sacrificed my very being and climbed to the top of my tower on a pile of corpses. I had no use for friends, only temporary allies.”
Somewhere in a dim corner of his brain he was screaming at himself for breaking the façade and for blurting out information in such a moronic, careless fashion, but the greater part of him wanted it to be over. Having to relive his only friends’ violent deaths, one at his own hands and one at the hands of Umbrella, had taken its inevitable toll. Now all he wished was to finally call out whatever cosmic force or deity had trapped him here and return to dissolving in molten rock.
The ludicrousness of his situation had finally become too much.
“But here I am.” He whipped off his glasses and tossed them aside, eliciting gasps from his companions as they saw his demonic pupils, “a mutant reborn with no use but ploughing a field.” He smirked condescendingly at Applejack, “Or playing soccer.” He redirected his scornful glare towards a frozen Rainbow Dash before staring at each of the Mane 6 in turn, “or waiting for my faithful comrades to DIPLOMATICALLY DISCUSS MATTERS WITH A FLESH EATING DRAGON!!”
He gently smoothed his frazzled hair and wiped the flecks of spittle that had formed at the corners of his mouth, “And for that reason I have made an executive decision.” A blank indifference had one more slowly imposed itself on the blonde’s features, “I am going to pick a direction away from this town, and I am going to walk until I wake up from this unrelenting nightmare. I’m not going to make pancakes or talk to anyone about my feelings. I’m not going to one of Miss Pinkie’s world-famous ‘Sorry to Hear You Had a Nervous Breakdown’ parties. I’m going to call this world’s bluff and I’m going to do so immediately. If I’m trapped in a prison then the bars can only stretch so far, am I right? It’s been an unmitigated pleasure, ladies. Please don’t follow me, or I will take very affirmative and potentially very violent action.”
And with that, Albert Wesker left six absolutely stupefied mares standing completely stock still behind him as he turned and began walking away from Ponyville towards whatever the future decided to fling at him.
Judging by how everything else had gone... no doubt it was going to be wholly unpleasant.