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// Albert Wesker and the Party, Part I 
// Story: My Little Wesker 
// by Iamdanny0 
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Albert Wesker and the Party, Part I


Author's note: The date of Sherry's sixth birthday that I've used here is actually my date of birth. Also, I've always seen Wesker as having a sense of humour; it's just a little dark, as well as sarcastic and subtle.

It was an enjoyable manner in which to whittle away a few hours; Wesker had always enjoyed non-fictional reading material and 'An Abridged History of Equestria' proved to be no exception. The title was perhaps deceptive as its use of the term 'abridged' was probably only considered appropriate from the vantage of the academic who penned it; it was certainly a weighty tome. Wesker had learned a great deal about the composition of Equestria, both geographically and in terms of the outlook and history of some of its most eminent citizens. Conversely, the text had been fairly sketchy in its mention of 'Nightmare Moon' and the 'Elements of Harmony', partially understandable due to the 1000 year gap between the events and the publication of said book. One particular subject, however, had piqued his interest even further than the last two; this was the mention of the 'Goddess', Princess Celestia. Apparently both her and her sister, Luna, had been responsible for the raising of the sun and the lowering of the moon respectively, once Luna had attempted to rebel against her sister, the elder had banished her to the moon and taken responsibility for both solar and lunar movements. Wesker had assumed it to be a fairy tale, used to both glorify royalty and explain away concepts which were far beyond their medieval understanding.

What had truly astounded him was both the fact that this 'Princess Celestia' was still alive and that the book spoke as though she was certainly responsible for cosmic occurrences. His dual-fold theories that all females in the particular royal bloodline were known as Celestia and that somehow technology and modern opinion had somehow been forcibly stagnated for 1000 years were both refuted later on in the text and he was compelled to confront the possibility that there really was a goddess in amidst this madness.

A real deity Albert, isn't that deliciously ironic? That you should fail in your quest to become a God and find one in the afterlife?

It couldn't be true, so soon after he'd accepted that perhaps he'd overreached the bounds of his capabilities... now he was being forced to witness this almighty being who represented all that he had failed to accomplish. Who was born superior, had ultimate power whilst ruling all she surveyed and yet apparently acted with wisdom and benevolence at all times, it was infuriating.

Ultimately, he dismissed it; it would only serve to antagonise him until he was able to produce concrete assertions on what exactly this 'Celestia' was. Another item to be neatly sort into the 'save for later' folder, as it were. He would question Miss Sparkle about Celestia; the worn pages and occasional, indecipherable jottings proved that the purple unicorn had read this book thoroughly, so she would at the very least have a basic level understanding that he could use to compliment his own. Snapping the now-finished book closed, he glanced up at large clock in the town square.

2:30. Not very long at all now until Pinkie Pie's party, so he supposed there was no chance of him being able to avoid it... not that he necessarily wanted to. There would be free food, no doubt, and a chance to prove his dancing ability, he just had to endure a series of benign conversations and new people to meet... ultimately, he would probably be glad when it ended but he could still attempt to enjoy the aspects that he didn't outright loathe.

That's positive thinking, Al! At least, for you it is...

Well, he was still Albert Wesker; he was hardly going to turn up with a big grin and one of those ridiculous hats that you could drink beer out of... though he doubted that this party involved alcohol of any form, especially with the 3pm start. Unless, of course, he had severely misjudged the citizens of Ponyville. The slow and leisurely walk to Sugarcube Corner, a location which Fluttershy had given Wesker directions to during their stroll together, took around 20 minutes so he was slightly early for his welcoming party, which was probably the polite thing to do anyway.

He could hear a few ponies chattering away happily as he took a deep breath and prepared to knock on the door. He rapped three times and barely had time to blink before the door flew open and Pinkie Pie stood in the frame with an exuberant grin plastered across her face, "Ally! The star of the party's here, I'm so glad you came; I like your glasses by the way. Oh, it's going to be so much fun. Sorry the door was closed, normally I leave it open so that ponies can get in whenever they want but I totally forgot!"

Wesker flinched slightly at the verbal onslaught before mentally shaking himself and replying, "I am sure I would have heard from you had I missed it."He looked around the room as she giggled, obviously everyone wasn't here yet but there was still around a dozen ponies ambling around the surprisingly large Sugarcube Corner, which had been decorated with balloons of various colours (some pink) as well as streamers (mainly pink) and various banners which read 'Welcome Al' (solely pink). Why did people insist on calling him Al? He had never introduced himself as such and yet it seemed individuals were falling over themselves to butcher his Christian name, which he already detested. Will had done it because he knew how much Wesker hated it but everyone else should really know better; he'd never been one to care for social trivialities though and had never said anything about the subject.

"Of course, Ally, I'd have dragged you all the way here but it would have made my legs tired, I'm glad you decided to walk here yourself."

Wesker snorted, "As am I, Miss Pinkie." He surveyed the room once more, there were several tables laden with party food and punch, not to mention some sort of tail-pinning game on the wall opposite and a few feet to the right of that was an enormous chocolate cake which Wesker assumed was the centrepiece for his welcoming celebration. He turned to the pink pony with one eyebrow raised, "Exactly how many ponies are coming here?"

Pinkie looked at him incredulously before giggling, "Well, I invited everypony in town, silly! Everypony in Ponyville wants to be friends with you; my parties just make it easier for them and you."

He supposed that made sense, at least he could cram all this pointless social interaction into a small time period, rather than stretching it out over weeks, months or even years. There was a minor point which occupied his mind currently, though, "Will there be enough room to fit in all the ponies in town?"

Pinkie Pie looked blankly at Wesker for a moment before another wide grin spread across her face, "Of course, Ally, I've had tons of parties here before, you need to stop being such a worrying worrypants."

Interesting choice of words, he pondered, "Duly noted, Miss Pinkie."

The pink pony beamed sunnily at Wesker before she appeared to recall something, her mouth making a little 'o' of remembrance, "There's someone I want you to meet, Ally." With that she hooked her front leg around Wesker's and whisked him off towards the punch table where a cyan pegasus with a multi-coloured mane and a lightning bolt cutie was awaiting, sipping on a beverage.

Whilst he was in forced transit, Wesker tried to recall the last time he went to a party that wasn't unbearably formal... and recollection hit him with a great deal of force.

July 2nd 1992, U.S.A

"Happy Birthday Sherry! Blow out the candles and make a wish."

Wesker joined the various other friends and acquaintances of William Birkin and his daughter in (in his case) half-hearted applause. He lightly sipped the rich red wine he was drinking as Will congratulated his daughter on blowing out the candles first time.

Wesker was bored, William had forced him to come straight to this party slash barbeque from work and the younger scientist had been so relentless and dogged in his insistence that Wesker had eventually caved. The tall, blond had never enjoyed parties and he'd certainly never enjoyed children's parties, he supposed he should be grateful that Birkin hadn't forced him to drink soda and sing 'Happy Birthday' with them. He tuned back into the conversation that Will was sharing with his daughter as Annette looked over at the pair of them lovingly.

It was Will who was currently talking as his daughter flushed gently from all the attention, "Good job sweetie, what'd you wish for?"

"Come on Will, it won't come true if she tells you." Annette scolded gently,

Birkin winked roguishly at his wife, "Of course it will, honey." He turned back to the 6 year old girl, "What was it you wished for, Sherry?"

Sherry chewed on her fingernails anxiously as she tried to summon the words she wanted, then she looked directly at Wesker, "I wished for Uncle Albert to have fun and to dance with everyone else." Wesker froze as everyone present began chuckling affectionately at the sweet wish, he took another sip as his eyes widened in horror behind his mirrored shades. Why did people always seem to think that he needed to have fun all the time? Lab reports were fun enough for his mentality; he certainly didn't need to prance about like a fool.

Birkin laughed out loud as he ruffled Sherry's hair, "Well, sweetie, the birthday girl will get her wish, won't she, Uncle Albert?" Wesker had to resist the urge to bare his teeth at Will's smug expression as every pair of eyes in the garden, child and adult, turned towards the intimidating man in a black polo neck with black trousers, his white lab coat discarded somewhere inside Will's home.

Wesker took another sip to delay answering before facing reality, "I'm already having fun, William. And I certainly do not need to dance to increase that 'fun'.

Almost everyone present let out a disappointed sigh as Birkin's smile grew at his lab partner's obvious discomfort, "Uh uh uh, Al. The birthday girl has spoken; when the music comes on... you're dancing. You know why?" His tone brooked no further argument and Wesker rolled his eyes behind his glasses, sometimes he felt he had allowed Birkin to influence him in a manner which evaded every other human being.

"Do share, Will."

"Because I'm in charge of the barbeque and I know you haven't had anything to eat today." Light hearted chortles permeated around the garden at Birkin's manoeuvring.

Wesker smirked as his stomach reminded him of his hunger before he raised his wine glass skywards and inclined his head towards Will, "It appears you win this round, Birkin." Quiet cheers erupted from the gathered populace of the garden and Will returned his friend's smirk before kissing the top of his daughter's head and strolling off towards the barbeque.

Unbeknownst to Birkin, Wesker had already formulated a plan as to how he could keep his friend happy whilst not having to actually dance. It was a mutually satisfying arrangement, but he wouldn't have to worry about it for a couple of hours. He glanced around the garden, the primary audience appeared to be couples with young children like Annette and William Birkin, there were only a few fellow Umbrella employees and, unlike Wesker, they had appeared to be disinclined to talk about work whilst they were here, so Wesker had withdrawn and had hoped to stay unnoticed the entire party... It had been going well, up until Sherry's wish, which Wesker suspected as having her father's hand behind it.

The next couple of hours passed slowly for Albert Wesker, lost in a creeping haze of menial conversations, delicious burgers (which were handed over knowingly by Birkin) and glasses of red wine. Eventually, Annette stood by the stereo which had been placed outside and announced that the time to dance had arrived; knowing that every eye was on him, he put his scheme into action.

He strolled up to the birthday girl, who was chatting with friends her age, and held out his hand, his slight amusement at the absurdity of the situation present in his deep voice, "I believe I owe you a dance, Miss Birkin." The young girl giggled and placed her small hand in Wesker's much larger one. Instructing her to stand on his feet, Wesker began swaying and stepping in time with the music coming from the radio as Sherry's laughter threatened to drown it out.

She looked up at him in awe, "You must be the coolest adult ever, Uncle Albert."

Wesker looked over to where Will and Annette were watching them, bemusement and humour written all across their faces, "I believe you may be right, Sherry."

They 'danced' like that for around 15 minutes before Will's energetic nature encouraged him to take Wesker's place, clapping a hand on his friend's shoulder as he set out to do so, "Thanks Al." He said quietly before turning to Sherry with an exaggerated bow, "May I, Sherry?" She giggled again, nodded and then unexpectedly flung herself into a hug with Wesker, which he awkwardly returned once his shock had subsided.

As she clung to him, Wesker whispered something which he hadn't necessarily intended her to hear, "You're lucky to have parents who love you so much, Sherry."

Sherry smiled up at him once she'd let go, "I know Uncle Albert." Wesker had nodded and with that, both her and her father had shot off, the pair of them giggling all the way

He drained the rest of the crimson liquid in his glass and looked pensively around the bustling garden as he set off towards a nearby bottle. He supposed, as far as parties went, it could have far worse.