Facing A New World
Facing A New World
Wesker in Equestria
by DeepThought
Wesker was alive. The former chairman of Umbrella felt no pain, when he awoke from unconsciousness. Remembering how he was burned by lava, two RPG grenades rocketing into his direction, he wondered how he survived Kijuju. Even he, the genetically superior, incredibly strong and fast mastermind - the embodiment of Nietzsche’s ideal of the Übermensch - should be dead now. And he was aware of that fact.
Wesker had been so foolish, his mind clouded by the effects of the Uroboros virus, that he didn’t realize how the two cretins, Chris and Sheva, tricked him into his defeat. His usual rational, calculating and calm self had been replaced by unhealthy, hot-burning fury. It was his greatest failure. His plan, his personal genesis - gone. It was his responsibility alone.
He could have ended Redfield and his companions so many times. Still this moralist moron lived, because Albert instead of getting rid of a dangerous nuisance, wanted to play with him like a cat with mice. Albert's own hubris, his believing to be a nearly omnipotent god, led him to his final defeat.
But there was no sense in dwelling on the past. Revenge had to wait. Whatever awaited him now - whatever saved him - was to be faced. His senses were returning slowly. The sound he heard was almost like the chirping of birds. But that would be impossible... Right? Last time he checked he was deep in a volcano, fighting his personal nemesis.
“Chris!” he muttered grimly under his breath as he opened his eyes. The sun was blinding him; Wesker didn’t wear his trademark shades. A soft breeze was rustling through his hair and he felt the blades of grass on his exposed skin, since his clothing was ragged - signs of his last fight. Slowly his eyes adjusted to the conditions.
He was in a clearing surrounded by a thick forest, but that was not what surprised him the most.
Strange.
Was he hallucinating? His surroundings seemed to have a cartoonish flair about them. There were almost no shades, everything was pastel-colored and less detailed than he was used to.
Wesker looked at his own hands and grabbed a leaf laying nearby on the ground. Studying it closely, he compared his hands and the object and realized that not his eyesight was responsible for his surroundings seeming as they did. While his hands had the same detail and color as usual - he could even see the veins underneath his skin - the leaf was different. Feeling its surface he was surprised by its smooth texture.
Where was he? Was all of this a result of lucid dreaming? Was he in coma? Maybe something completely different? Was his imagination controlled by an external force?
Startled by an animalistic roar, he jumped to his feet, proudly noting that at least his superhuman strength and dexterity hadn't failed him. It was a small relief in an environment full of unknown variables.
The blonde man scanned the forest’s brink for the source of the sound. He was disappointed by his lack of botanical research equipment. The surrounding flora was completely new. It really was a shame. Hundreds of new species.
But that had to wait. Survival was the first and foremost point on his agenda now.
Behind the concealing foliage of a bush he noticed a large shadow quickly growing bigger. The movements of the quadrupedal creature shook the trees it passed violently. It was at least 3 meters tall.
Then it stepped into the light. Instantly neglecting the thought that it was one of his own BOWs, Wesker was confronted by the question of fight or flight. It was a frightening beast - long arms and sharp claws, a lion-like head and - to Wesker's surprise - wings far too small to support its weight.
If he didn't know better he'd assume it was a mythological manticore. This raised further doubts about his current location.
Where on earth was he? There was no place he knew about with such an absurd new variety of plants and animals...
Another roar disturbed Wesker's contemplation. Unlike other persons, though, it didn't fill him with fear, but with determination.
He fought worse!
A small grin formed on the man's normally stoic face and his eyes glimmered in a dangerous red. He was Albert Wesker, the first member of a superior human species!
Which poor creature dared to waste his precious time?
Faster than the eye could perceive he darted into the beast's direction, dodging the creature's spiked tail that nearly pierced his body. In the process a few drops of a clear fluid dropping from a small hole at the end of said tail found their way on Wesker's bare chest.
“Venom,” the blonde man hissed silently, noticing the burn that followed the contact with his skin.
A quick, hard punch to the still extended tail solved the problem: he was satisfied by the sound of breaking bones. The creature howled in pain. It realized, that the man was not the easy snack it believed he would be. However, now furious and flailing with its claws, it was driven to continue the fight.
Smoothly avoiding the manticore's assaults, the former STARS captain waited for the right moment. Then he jumped, kicking the beast right in the rib cage. The forest's creature lost its balance and fell right on its already injured tail. It was clearly scared, but had no means to escape since it couldn't get back to its feet.
Observing the reaction of the defenseless, once proud predator, Wesker's grin widened to a wicked smile. Coldly he dealt the killing blow to its head, spattering the green grass with the crimson remains of manticore brain.
Looking absentmindedly at his bloodstained hands, he mused what to do next: He had to find his way back to civilization in order to continue his work. But he had to be cautious, since likely the BSAA was searching for him. He also had to find out what had happened and where he was.
So he stepped into the Everfree, following paths created by animals.
The deeper Wesker went into the forest, the more he had to admit that he had no clue where he was. Some things he saw defied the very laws of physics. Even the sun behaved strangely. It seemed to be fixed on its position in the sky, until it suddenly moved with an unbelievable speed to make space for the moon. The blonde man couldn’t come up with a reasonable explanation for these sights.
And so the doubts began to grow. He was a man who liked to have a plan, but he lacked the necessary information to prepare himself for the things to come. For all he knew, his surroundings could be a gigantic test facility. That would at least explain a few anomalies... also the thought occurred to him, that this was possibly a distant island. Then all his efforts to escape the forest and find civilization might be futile. Probably someone tried to get rid of him.
The fact that he was able to feel the pain inflicted by the creature's poison was contradicting his first assumption that this was some kind of lucid dream. A coma was very unlikely as well since, due to his rapid healing, such a state wouldn't last for more than a few minutes.
External manipulation was theoretically possible, but the odds were low. Yes, there were some experiments performed about this technique before Umbrella's downfall, but why should he dream cartoon then? What would an aggressor achieve by putting him in this state? To keep him in check they could simply sedate him after all.
This brought him to the conclusion that, as absurd as it seemed, for now he should simply act as if all of it was reality. The simple principle of Occam’s razor strongly supported this theory.
Since Wesker set his foot in the forest and started his journey, approximately 9 had hours passed. The superhuman didn’t even stop once. After his transformation so many years ago, he didn’t need much sleep anyway. Normally he stayed awake for several days in a row. His desire to get out of the forest and his concerns regarding the wildlife drove him forward.
The first rays of sun fell through the now remarkable thinner leaf canopy, revealing some kind of dirt road before him. Noticing imprints on its relatively soft surface he kneeled down and eyed them closely. Horseshoes, clearly a sign of human domestication. Following the marks down the road he finally reached the forest's border. Again his sensitive eyes were assaulted by the merciless sun.
In the valley that was now before him, laid a little bavarian-styled town. The blonde man could see small colorful dots move all around it.
Finally...
Dear reader,
thank you for reading my latest story. If you like it so far, please leave a comment and/or upvote.
Also I ask you, if you notice any inconsistencies, that you please point them out.
Sincerely, DeepThought.
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Ooooh this going be gooooood!
Well it seems quite interesting that's for sure can't wait for the next chapter
It has a good beginning, I am interested to see where this story will go.
Hope to see more soon.
not sure if human tag fits as wesker isn't human........
4087881 Since there is no 'awesome' or 'amazing' tag I stick to 'human'.
Oh shit, the amount of views and likes your story is getting. Wouldn't be surprised if this gets featured.
So, before I read this, was this story inspired by "My Little Wesker" or is it your own creation?
If either, I will still probably read it.
4088410 I did read 'My Little Wesker' a few months ago, but I wouldn't say it influenced my story. Since the setting will be completely different (he's not turned into a pony after all), I doubt if the two stories will share anything but the main character and the world of MLP itself.
4088561
K, that will turn out extremely different from "My Little Wesker," I'm looking forward to reading
If I remember correctly, it was a volcano, not a vulcan.
4088767 Thank you for making me aware of this mistake. I fixed it.
4088839
No prob, and sorry if I came off as rude in thar comment
4088886 Nah, no problem, dude.
looking good so far thank god you kept him human i was never able to get into My Little Wesker because he turned into a pony
Ooooh.
I've been looking for another one of these besides My Little Wesker.
also,
thank you, thank you SO MUCH for pointing that out.
What they made Wesker in RE5, a raging asshole with a god-complex, completely contradicts anything they established about him before RE5.
Wesker, he never got upset or angry. He was calm, cool, collected, calculating, constantly weighing variables and decisions, and he ALWAYS had a plan. Even if his first one failed.
You've redeemed Wesker for me my friend. I look forward to this, please continue.
This seems really promising! Well written too, I'm looking forward to more!
Faved for "let's see where this goes" purposes.
4091184 Well, I'll do my best to avoid disappointing you, then.
People who don't know who Albert Wesker is are going to have a bad time here.
4091259 That was expected, wasn't it?
are you going to follow through with this story or are you going to stop during the middle and make us wait months or weeks to just put another chapter.
4091919 Well, I don't know where this came from, but I plan to update regularly...
(Richtofen Mode) Ah, if it's nothing less than my best friend Albert Wesker! It's about time he got some credit since these damn fan fic writers won't let me reign Earth in peace. (Imaginationlord mode) Albert Wesker in Equestria? Cool. I'll give it a chance.
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I see the chapters are very short. 1,000 words take about 30-45 minutes; sometimes less if you already have a plan and are a fast typer.
I've noticed a sentence was cut off.
Waking up in the Everfree Forest and immediately being attacked is pretty cliche and overdone, but I'll let this slide. I'm rather interested to see where this goes.
It begins...
Now the REAL FIGHT BEGINS!
Finally got to reading this. The fact that your using words Weaker would use in your narration makes this even better. RE 5 was my least favorite of the main RE games cause its unplayable without a partner, but the Weaker fights made the game an experience to remember.
I'm sure this fic will provide me with complete.... total... satisfaction.
I'm just gonna leave this here to see how people react...
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That should be venom.
4784305 Thanks, I changed it.
I like where this is going.
I love dark humans like wesker and Isaac Clarke doing dark things in equestrian with such detail
This is redundant, you are essentially saying rocket propelled grenade grenades.
Wesker have super vision . Couldnt he see them ?
Okay, I find this premise to be quite intriguing. I hope it gets better and better.