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// Albert Wesker and the Lightning Fast Appearance of the Party Animal 
// Story: My Little Wesker 
// by Iamdanny0 
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Wesker blinked once in the uncomfortable silence that followed, then twice, before trying to formulate words but sadly, his mouth and brain appeared to be having an inconvenient standoff. Speaking was made even more difficult by the intense stare he was receiving from the newly met Pinkie Pie.

"Well... I..." Luckily for Wesker, he was spared the embarrassment of stumbling over his words any further by an enthusiastic interruption from the pink pony:

"Of course you are Ally, it'll be super fun! You'll get to meet everypony and shake your groove thing! If you've just got here then you must not know anypony and my parties are the best way to get to know ponies." Wesker staggered back slightly in the face of such relentless energy, he supposed he might just be able to manoeuvre his way out of this situation but it would probably take a lot of effort.

Still, he could have a half-hearted attempt, "You really don't have to throw me a party, Miss Pinkie Pie, I am already quite settled."

Unfortunately, she reacted almost exactly as Wesker predicted, with a vast grin "I know I don't have to throw you a party, Ally, I want to! Even if you already knew anyone, I couldn't let you get away from experiencing one of my super fun parties!"

I like her, Al. Go to this party or I'll do this for the next week: LALALALALALALALALALA!

Wesker managed to avoid wincing and merely nodded, "That's very kind of you. When and where will you be holding this party?" The word still felt strange and alien coming off his tongue, it certainly wasn't a word he was accustomed to saying... or hearing for that matter.

Pinkie Pie beamed at Wesker before running him through the details, "It's at Sugarcube Corner at 3 in the afternoon tomorrow, don't worry about bringing anything, it's all taken care of. We're going to have so much fun! Hope you're ready to dance, Ally, if you're not then I'll make sure you are." She said the last line with a conspiritual wink at the bewildered Wesker before bouncing out of the library, presumably to prepare for the party that the blond pony was now dreading.

Twilight must have sensed his unease as she glanced amusedly over to Wesker, "I guess you're not much of a dancer, Albert?"

Wesker looked taken aback for a brief moment but recovered smoothly, "I happen to be an excellent dancer, dear heart; I'm just not a huge fan of 'partying'. I daresay you can sympathise with someone favouring pursuits of the mind over fun?" That was only partly true; he had been an excellent dancer when he was human, solely due to his focus on control but now he had four legs he was probably going to utterly humiliate himself.

Twilight gave a large smile that had been building from the near sub-conscious use of Wesker's pet name, "You sound just like me when I first got here, I was trying to learn about Nightmare Moon; I said that everypony in this town was crazy and their incessant friend-making was getting in the way of my research."

Wesker gently cocked his head with an elevated eyebrow, "I assume I've accepted my welcoming party in a far more genial manner than you did?"

Twilight giggled, "Pinkie Pie didn't even tell me she was preparing a party, she just gasped and flew off, and then when I got back to my new home, everypony in town was waiting for me."

Wesker snorted at the idea of Miss Pinkie trying such a trick with him, when the lights came on he'd probably have killed somepony on reflex, which would most assuredly put a dampener on the celebration. "You certainly live in a very interesting town, Miss Sparkle."

Twilight let out another small laugh, "Tell me about it" then her expression grew more serious, "But there's nowhere I'd rather live, this is the nicest place I've ever been and I have some great friends here."

Wesker nodded slowly before deciding to alter the subject as Big Macintosh would probably be passing back past the house soon. He angled his foreleg so that his hoof was gesturing towards the small mountain of books that Twilight had accumulated for him, "Shall we?"

The purple unicorn nodded once, "We shall." She then went on to list the final few volumes that Wesker would need to gain an acceptable (in his opinion) level of knowledge regarding magic. During the whole exchange between himself and Twilight, he noticed that Spike had been unusually quiet; he got the distinct impression that the purple dragon didn't trust him.

He's wise not to Albert, the rest of these ponies don't seem to realise what you're actually like. I'm sure they'll know soon enough...

More likely he resented what he viewed as Wesker flirting with the obvious target of his affections. Still, he wasn't about to make any effort to reconcile with Spike, he hadn't the time or the patience, or the ability to be diplomatic.

"So..." The little dragon had spoken up, perhaps Wesker had misjudged Spike's opinion of him, "You really can't remember anything before you got to Ponyville?" There was a healthy dose of curiosity in his tone, mixed with slight sympathy and maybe even suspicion, though Wesker's natural paranoia probably invented the last one.

Wesker nodded as a slight frown crossed his lips, to make it seem as though he were frustrated with his bout of amnesia, "I can only remember fragments of my life beforehand, nothing that I can form into anything coherent." Twilight nodded sympathetically while Spike silently puzzled over the word 'coherent'.' To Wesker's great surprise, he actually felt a small amount of guilt over this deception but he unintentionally justified the need to lie every time he attempted to formulate what he'd say when telling the truth. There was literally no way he could convey the nature of the human world and what his role had been in attempting to change it, all he would do is fail and convince them all he was insane and then life here would become infinitely more unpleasant. It was a necessary evil... though 'evil' was perhaps a bit strong considering he believed the word 'evil' to be a get out clause for ignorant moralists when confronted with something they couldn't comprehend.

He didn't know why he'd been reminiscing so much recently but he recalled writing an assignment when he was 14 on the concept of murder being justifiable due to the outmoded and ill-conceived morality system by which humanity abided. He'd been forced to see the school psychologist, a fact which rankled with him then and still did now. Still, he'd taken a great deal of pleasure from tormenting that psychologist, it was incredible how those who chose to try get inside others' heads had so much conflict within their own.

Sounds familiar does it not, Albert?

"Sorry to hear that, Al. We'll make sure you can create some awesome, new memories here in Ponyville!"

Once again ignoring the mutilation of his already hated first name, Wesker gave the purple dragon a surprised almost-smile, "I appreciate that very much, Spike." Well, he must have been very far off the mark with regards to Twilight's assistant. Perhaps the dragon had merely been sizing him up the whole time and had suddenly decided that he wasn't the enemy. Wesker could only agree with that sentiment, if he were the enemy then there was little chance that he would be chatting amicably in a library with his supposed opponent.

Just then, there was a knock at the door and Wesker hoped fervently that it was Big Macintosh, he wasn't sure he could cope with another meeting with one of Miss Sparkle's friends. Spike strolled over to the door and opened it up.

"Hey Big Macintosh, you here for Al?"

"Eeyup."

Spike turned back towards the library and snickered when he saw Wesker wobbling slightly under the weight of all the books he had borrowed, the blond maned pony did realise that there was no way he could transport these texts to the empty cart that Macintosh was pulling and keep his dignity at the same time.

"Need a hand with them there books, Mr Wesker, sir?" Barely concealed amusement punctuated every syllable of Big Macintosh's speech.

For a moment, Wesker considered declining the offer and proving that he was capable of transporting all these books by himself but then small spots of light began dancing in his vision and he decided that getting help was probably a good idea, "Yes, Macintosh. It appears that my idea of a little light reading is a lot heavier than I would have assumed." All present laughed at Wesker's little joke as they divided the weight of the books between themselves, he then turned to Twilight, "I thank you for all these books, Miss Sparkle rest assured that the knowledge within will not be wasted."

Twilight smiled once more at Wesker, "Not a problem, Albert. It's always nice to meet someone who appreciates the written word as much as I do."

Albert Wesker nodded once, "Indeed, I will make sure they are returned in perfect condition." Once the books had all been placed carefully in the cart, and Wesker had hitched himself to it, he turned towards Twilight, "It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Sparkle." He paused briefly, "Though your accusation that I cannot dance will not be forgiven so soon."

Twilight laughed happily, "It was a pleasure to meet you too, Albert and I'm sure you'll prove me wrong at Pinkie Pie's party tomorrow."

She waved to him as he and Macintosh strode off into the distance, once they were out of earshot the large red pony, who had been watching this exchange with some interest, spoke to Wesker, "Looks to me like she's sweet on y'all, Mr Wesker."

Wesker once again raised a sole eyebrow, "Are you certain that she was not just being friendly? It appears to me like everyone else around here has been equally receptive to my arrival."

Big Macintosh shrugged, "I ain't saying that it's the case, I'm jus' saying that that's how I sees it." Wesker rubbed his chin thoughtfully, he didn't agree with Macintosh in this case but perhaps he was still used to Excella style interest, whereby it was impossible to be oblivious to it. Macintosh chose this hesitation to press his advantage, "So..." He began with a small smile, "What did ya think of Miss Twilight?"

Wesker sighed, Macintosh's behaviour reminded him very much so of Will's whenever a female scientist smiled at him or spoke to him or looked in his general direction. "She was very pleasant company, something I find myself lacking right now."

Big Macintosh guffawed, "Heh, Ah don't mean nothin' by it... but it seems t'me that I touched a nerve 'bout your intentions, I think the two of ya would go great together."

I prefer the pink one, Al but that's just me.

Wesker rolled his eyes, it made sense that the rumour mill would go into overdrive in a small little town like this, every male and female pony that talked to each other were probably seen to be a couple. "I have no intentions, Macintosh. I have books and I have a party I must suffer through, nothing more." The big red pony laughed again before shaking his head ruefully and walking on in silence. "I'm serious; I have no desire to romance Miss Sparkle. Not that she is necessarily interested in me either."

This too was met with silence and a smug grin, Wesker hated it when he rambled.