Albert Wesker and the Long Walk
Albert Wesker and the Long Walk
A/N: More like ‘Iamdanny0 and the Why Did I Insist on This Format for All My Chapter Titles’ am I right? It’s good to be back, this fic and where I planned on taking it has been on my mind for the last year so I’m glad to be finally doing it. As always I love you and your feedback. And your adorable little faces. Beta’d by Setokaiva.
Three things occurred to Wesker as he stomped heatedly across Ponyville in an attempt to free himself from this unending, sugary-sweet hell.
Firstly, he had irredeemably and irrevocably severed ties with his so-called ‘friends’ in this world. Words had been said that shed far too much light on his true character and past misdeeds. Hopefully his threat of violence had deterred them from chasing after him with the diplomacy cake and friendship biscuits.
Huh. Never realised how much I wished friendship biscuits were a thing until right now.
Secondly, Ponyville was actually far bigger than he thought it was. This not only made it difficult to maintain his decidedly foul mood and fierce scowl for the entire duration of his journey when smooth indifference was his default state, but also led quite neatly into his third realization…
“Good afternoon, neighbour! If you keep glowering like that the wind might change and your face will stay that way!”
Everyone in this town was exceptionally chatty.
Wesker turned the full force of his glare onto the obstacle in his path. “Get out of the way.”
The green earth pony mare with a blond mane made a noise that could only be described as ‘eep’, and obliged.
“Thank you.”
He continued walking and got around ten feet before he was interrupted once more.
“Howdy friend, fine weather we’re having.”
“I don’t care about your insipid nonsense! Stop talking to me.” Wesker’s snarling retort served its purpose and got the beige earth pony out of his way.
Ah, behold the truly terrifying predator, yapping at horses. How the mighty have fallen, Albert.
Ah, Critical was here now… fantastic. He continued walking, desperately trying to ignore all the ponies passing through the market square. Was this a village or a city? Maybe he was just walking slowly.
“Did ya hear, friend? Those fancy mares managed to persuade that dang ol’ dragon to take up shop somewhere else. Just goes to show ya that when ya try to understand somepony…”
Wesker grabbed the most recent violator of his sanity and held him aloft, staring eye to eye with the chestnut brown stallion with a black mane. “Tell me something, friend. Do I exude an aura of friendliness and approachability?”
“Erm… well maybe not on the outside, friend.” He shrugged and kicked his dangling hooves slightly for emphasis, “but I bet deep down you’re just lookin’ for…”
“Have you ever wondered what it’d be like to choke to death?” Wesker interrupted before pausing briefly. “Friend.”
“Not particularly, friend. Though I remember my grandpappy once ate two apples at once and I thought to myself… Urk!”
“As fascinating as your grandfather’s apple story may well be, I’ve realised you’re slightly too dense for intimidation, so instead I’m going to extradite myself from this conversation immediately.”
He lowered the stallion to the ground and stalked off without looking behind him, his eye only twitching slightly when he heard the call behind him. “Okay now, y’all have a good one, y’hear?”
“Golden Harvest’s finest carrots. You sir, the furious looking stallion with the cat eyes and the great hair, can I interest you in some carrots?”
“Absolutely not.” He continued walking before catching himself, “Wait. Actually, yes.”
Munching his carrot as he strolled towards the edge of the universe, Wesker deliberated over the circumstances that had brought him to this ludicrous point of what he laughably called a life. Was this situation avoidable? Did he try hard enough to integrate himself into the community? Was it Dark’s fault for bringing up such unpleasant memories and disturbing his mental state?
Or are you just fundamentally unstable, Albert?
Don’t listen to him, Al. Munch that carrot and think happy thoughts.
“Fine day for a carrot, am I right?”
Wesker halted in his tracks and glanced over disinterestedly at yet another attempt at forcing him into a conversation, this time from a purple mare with a light pink mane. “Are you testing me?”
“I’m sorry?”
“It’s just that the sentence you just uttered was the most benign, forgettable attempt at starting a conversation in all of recorded history. I feel like instead of you genuinely trying to chat with me about whether or not the day is in fact nice enough to digest carrots, you were instead trying to erode my sanity and drive me to despair.”
She stared blankly at the former Umbrella scientist, trying to formulate some kind of response as her mouth flapped soundlessly.
“Never mind. I’m going to carry on walking. Have a nice day.”
If he had to choose an upside to his rapidly disappearing sanity, it was probably the fact that he no longer had to pretend to give a damn about hurting ponies’ feelings. It felt tremendously liberating. For some reason, however, he felt slightly wistful. Sentimental, even, if his psyche could handle such an emotion. There was no doubt that a simple farm life was an unmitigated waste of his talents, but when he had briefly decided to immerse himself in it before he had any other option it had been somewhat… calming.
Why not go back, Albert? I’m sure they’d love a psychopath on the farm.
However blunt Cynical was about the scenario, he was right. The severing of ties that he had just undertaken was fairly conclusive. No chance of sheepishly strolling back and pretending that he had just been suffering with a fever for that brief period of time.
Eventually he made it past the market square and the cluster of houses in the centre of Ponyville. Somewhat coincidentally he realised that he was heading the direction of the very farm he had just been musing about.
No offence, Al, but If you turn around and have to walk all the way back through I am going to laugh my ass off.
Not happening. A direction had been picked and he was going to walk in that same direction until his sanity reasserted itself and he woke up in the real world.
Or you die, Albert.
‘Or I die.’ Wesker mused, ‘in which case I may end up in a world which makes a modicum of sense and I won’t have my worth measured by how many friends I can make.’
Friends... That elicited another twinge of something unrecognisable to him. He’d dismissed the idea of having friends outright only a few moments earlier. Wesker sighed heavily. If there was a downside to the erosion of his sanity, it was the erratic nature of his thoughts and emotions. For a very loose definition of the word ‘emotions’.
Fortunately, his mental self-conflagration was brought to an abrupt halt by his arrival at Sweet Apple Acres. As he walked through the rows of fields to a destination which was both incredibly specific and possibly non-existent, he passed a large red earth pony passively and resolutely tending to the cultivated land. Big Macintosh glanced up towards him, eyes questioning.
“I’m just here because I’ve broken through the ceiling of reality. I’ve decided to walk in a straight line and keep going until I exit this false existence.”
“…Eeyup.” Applejack’s brother averted his eyes downwards and continued his work.
“Thank you for understanding.”
I’m glad you put it that way, Albert, otherwise it may have sounded like the insane ramblings of a lunatic.
The smell of freshly tilled soil assaulted his nostrils and a soft breeze brushed against his cheek as he walked resolutely across Sweet Apple Acres. If nothing else, the scenery on his one-way trip to nowhere was absolutely gorgeous.
This thought was not replicated once his steadfast route took him to the outskirts of the Everfree Forest. The dark, foreboding outline of the trees and the subtle rustles and noises just on the edge of his hearing didn’t intimidate or frighten him in the slightest. His real concern with crossing this threshold was that it felt like the final, concrete reaction of the strange second life that had been thrust upon him.
Wesker tilted his head slightly to the side, popping the joints in his neck, before straightening up and running a hoof through his blond mane. No time like the present.
Whack!
Something slapped against the side of his head and he snarled confusedly, eyes darting all around his vicinity before noting the scroll that had just materialised at his feet. He arched a single eyebrow. Someone was trying to get in touch with him? He highly doubted it would have any effect on the decision he was about to make, but he nonetheless decided it was worth reading before stepping into the spooky forest.
Dear Albert,
He smirked. So formal.
I know you told me and my friends not to follow you, but I couldn’t just let you run away. I hope you won’t count this as chasing after you. I’m worried about you, when you shouted about the dragon you sounded…
The smirk disappeared.
Anyway, it sounds like you’ve lived a tough life, Albert, and I can’t even begin to understand. You said some really scary things, but if I’ve learned anything from my time in Ponyville, it’s never to write off a friend.
Wesker had never wanted to roll his eyes more in his entire life, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
I’ve let Princess Luna and Princess Celestia know what happened. When you talked about visions, it sounded strangely familiar. I believe you have the strength to face yourself, even if you’re too proud to share that burden with anyone else. I believe in you, Albert. I’m so worried about him, you weren’t there, Spike, you didn’t see… Are you still writing this down, Spike?? Stop writing!
Your friend,
Twilight Sparkle
Despite himself, Albert Wesker laughed aloud at the ending. No cruelty and no irony… just a genuine laugh at a friend’s folly.
Another jolt of something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. That word again.
He looked back at the farm and the distant, indistinct shape of Ponyville itself. Then back to the letter, then to the foreboding forest entrance. Another heaving sigh pushed its way past his lips. He reread the letter again, wanting to, but being unable to scoff at the optimism and ludicrous overvaluation of the idea of friendship.
A small smile flickered unwillingly across his face as he gently rolled the scroll up, before slowly shaking his head and marching into the jaws of the Everfree Forest.
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Wesker would probably fit in at either Manehattan or Griffinstone.
...Or the Dragon Lands.
Pony Wesker vs Everfree Forest.
Everfree Desert is more like it.
And thus, the cycle begins again.
WESKER, YOU KNOW BETTER! If you do it with your bare hands... or hooves in this case... it's strangulation. Choking is what you do on a piece of food you ate too fast. Strangling is what you're going for, the eye-to-eye intimacy of crushing some idiot's wind-pipe until the life fades from their eyes and you stand there, laughing like a complete psychopath....
(Shudders) Where did that come from?!
Can't wait for him to rip a Hyrda into pieces from the inside.
7643655 Holy shit, it's been years since I saw this story. God, I still can't believe you're using that old image I made you. My art really has come a long way...
Ah well, I enjoyed the newer chapters, and can't wait to see more.
Just to clarify, I'm talking about lamdanny0's profile image.
I really can´t remember when was the last time I was this excited to know what happens next! =D Good job!
7646916 Your profile picture is absolutely amazing.
7647079 Same to you
Can you please color Wesker´s Thoughts? Because i cant make out who is talking.
7647231 actually that's a pretty good idea.
I can't wait for the destruction in the next chapter.
Lost six friends, one place to live and a source of payment... but earned a pen pal?
Par for the course if you ask me.
Since I had some time ago given this fic up as "on indefinite hiatus" I hadn't read it for some time and hadn't even gotten to the last chapter. I see I'll have to return!
Though it'd help if I read it over again. Besides, so many great lines. My favorite is Wesker's first words to Trixie...
In the meantime, I'll have to try my best to avoid spoilers, despite my failure to do so thus far. *glares at post below mine*
That poor goddamn forest
Gee, I wonder why, mr. Horsey.
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I think you meant above
7647231 Actually the only distinguishing I do between the two is that Joy always calls him Al and Cynical always calls him Albert.
But considering that I only just remembered that, maybe colour-coding would be a better idea
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I was under the impression that Albert couldn't tell who was talking either, that it was all just one chaotic jumble of insanity.
Looking at the length of time between updates on some of these chapters, I have to ask: Are you and this story back? For real? I remain optimistic.
Wesker: Finally, some peace and quiet away from those unbearable-
Steven Magnet: WHY HELLO, MY HANDSOME GOOD SIR! What brings you and your fabulous hair by?
Wesker: FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!
Joy: Just take the compliment, Al.
7646997 Wait are you saying your the one who made the cover?
7649062 I edited the comment to clarify what I meant.
7649255 ah ok
7647767 It's below for me. I definitely meant below.
Glad to see you're updating this again and that the overarching plot appears to be making progress!
Now if I may offer some (probably nitpicky) advice: Fimfiction actually has a proper Author's Notes feature in the module you use to edit/post chapters (you can even choose whether to make the AN at the top or bottom of the chapter). Doing it this way makes your story look way cleaner than just bolding the AN and putting it in the chapter (which I realize you have to do over on Fanfiction.net)
Looking forward to seeing more!
And, like Twilight trying to understand Pinkie Sense, our intrepid anti-hero's mainspring just sprung...
He'll come out if it.... someday...
...maybe...
7650088 Oh yeaaaah. Oopsie, can't believe I hadn't noticed that. I'll do that for the next chapter.
7646916 isn't strangulation when you stop the flow of blood to the head and choking is when the airway is blocked?
Anyway, NEW CHAPTER! YUSSS!!
Just stumbled upon this story....it's awesome!
I almost want you to restart the story to refine it and get rid of some of its issues. I know you probably won't do it (and I would completely understand if you didn't, afterall you have worked on this story for years), bit if by some miracle you did, I would love to help. This was the story that actually got me into MLP when I first read it on fanfiction.net. I have a special love for it.
7640622 Time to re-read again. God, i miss this. thank you.
Very funny this pleases ne
Well written, and I am really looking forward to the Forest
You know when I was like 13 or so I wished I could be exactly like wesker and now even much more so. Keep it up btw this is the 1st resident evil story that I've read keep it real.
Its nice to see your churning out chapters again too a really interesting story. I enjoyed Weskers little mental breakdown. Please keep updating. I am very intrigued to see how Celestia and everyone else responds to Weskers revelations as more and more of his cruel and horrific acts are unveiled. After all its not everyday the Mane 6 and the royal sisters get to meet a genocidal psychopath that almost brought about the extinction of an entire sentient race.
Wow, the plot pacing in this story is really odd. 45 chapters in and we're still on Season One. Not that I'm complaining; what I've read so far has been entertaining enough. Don't feel pressurised into retreading old ground; skip the episodes you don't want to work into the story.
7714143 I feel the opposite, take your time, their is no need to advance the time just because the show is farther ahead. Write at the speed the story demands. Like would it make any sense to skip here? No of course not. Also this story is about how he grows and adapts to equestria and how it adapts to him. Skipping time in a story like this is just opposite the point of it.
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But now I do know roughly where I want to go and the speed at which I want to write it but finding any spare time at the moment to do so is nigh-on impossible. 
7718334 I must admit that initially I just wrote this as a little relaxation exercise for myself before enough people were like "Where's the plot??"
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Yeah, it looks like arcanevisions and me are nearly saying the same thing. He's saying don't feel pressurised to skip episodes whereas I'm saying don't feel pressurised to cover every episode. Basically, just do what you feel you want to do. This is just fanfiction. It's all for fun.
By the way, I didn't mention it before, but I've been calling Wesker's Joy personality Pinkie Wesker.
Wesker is a smart man, he'll figure something out, no creature in that forest would stand a chance against him, he's dealt with monsters Big or small before even with his bare hands, in the early chapters, he was declared the strongest of the bunch, I am still hoping he does something like world domination again because he so bad ass(my favorite capcom villain) but if the story takes a turn and he ends up being the good guy at least still make him bad ass, good luck to you and take your time don't rush
FUCK!STORIES OVER GOD FUCKING DAMNIT
For now atleast
I like where this is going!
I miss this story... :(
8082734 Me too buddy, I'm just trying to find time amidst my degree to write another chapter. I know what's going to happen and i know where it's going but I just cannot find any spare time where I'm not reading, researching or writing notes.
BUT I HAVE FAITH!!!
8112884 A RESPONSE! MY FAITH IS RESTORED! :D
8114375 YES!
8112884 After looking through my favorites I'm just happy to see you've logged in at some point this year.
I know you are busy but when is the next chapter?
Will be here and waiting for when you, if you, continue to update.
I hope that some day you pick this story back up. It's groovy.