Alright Guys, before I lose confidence in this, here's a quick lil silly start idea for that Outside Upgrades:Space AU I was thinking about! (Also, I rarely post my writing and this feels so weird, so wish me luck lmao-) I didn't include pronouns, so this is a gender neutral reader, plus, Reader isn't strictly human. Hope y'all enjoy!
"ABNORMAL ENTITY BEHAVIOR"
->Word Count: 2,051
->Warnings: Uhhhhh. Deep Sea, Drowning/Suffocation, Attempted Suicide. (Think that's it?)
->DeepSea!Eclipse × Reader
Oh... This really is it....
You stood silently on your ship, heart aching as you stared at the samples and hard-fought research that'd be lost. Once you opened the hatches, everything would be swept out into the wide open Sea of this planet. Including you.
It was just... You had no hopes of getting off the planet. The ship you currently owned only worked in the water, not for space travel, and staying with the vessel would only get you caught. They'd said they were on their way to collect you in three days, and that had been three days ago.
The blinking radar on a panel to the left showed something fast approaching in the atmosphere above your underwater location.
Out of the choices of public execution ten planets away or being killed by the planet you've lived on for ten years? You'd rather the passion project take your life. Ar least then it was on your own terms, and they couldn't get anything else from you.
One last deep breath of air flooded your systems before your diving mask clicked over your face, and you slammed your fist into the switch that would fling open every window hatch on the ship.
The world spun as you were sucked out the hatch just behind you, and you just barely righted yourself in time to see your ship crumple inwards a bit from the intense pressure. Any other belongings that hadn't been bolted to the counters were drifting debris alongside you, small vials shattered and papers already dissolving into un-recoverable paste.
It was dark down here, and the little headlamp connected to your helmet did little to nothing when looking in the empty, endless expanse. You could barely see past your small, but growing, cloud of destruction around your ship.
"Escape Log 02. I've just left the ship behind. I am forty meters west of The Chasm and will continue west from here." You spoke softly as you held the com button on your suit. It wasn't connecting to anyone, not really. It was just relaying to an old recorder you'd dropped to the bottom of the sea months ago. It was still settled neatly at the edge of the chasm, so no one but you would be finding or hearing from it any time soon.
You waited a few breaths before moving away. Small fans on the base of your boots propelled you through the water, further and further from your old life and closer and closer to your demise. "The ship is going to collapse soon. Hopefully that will distract them until I can get to The Cave." You muttered even more quietly to yourself, the com button only making a soft beep in reply.
The darkness was getting bad. It felt like you were soaring through an open, starless, expanse of space. Yet, you knew that wasn't the case when a current would blow you off course or bubbles would trickle upwards from below you. You were still deep underwater.
You'd had to turn off your lights an hour back, and your night vision was only picking up the intense fogs of algae you were slipping between. No predators entered the algae clouds usually, so as long as you felt the uncomfy, slimy feeling on the other side of your suit, you were safe.
If you'd brought supplies or rations, you'd probably stop and rest here. You hadn't.
You kept going, through the algae until you could no longer feel it. It was a relief at first, but as you swam further away from the patch, you felt anxious. It was like someone was watching you.
There was no time to waste trying to prove a statement like that. In all honestly, there could've been a minnow swimming beside you that gave you that feeling. Plus, you didn't want to risk turning yourself around just to look. Keep moving, keep going. Eyes on the prize.
Something was definitely watching you. Your helmet was giving you the same error code as your drones did when they used to enter this area. 'ABNORMAL ENTITY BEHAVIOR' It read in the lower half of your vision, projected alongside all of the other bits of information like your depleting oxygen levels, battery levels, and location relative to the unidentified ship that was now back near your own. That warning was never great to see.
In all your years, the tech never bothered to explain what the entity was. Only that it was moving strangely.
Your technology was mostly created to blend in with the environment in order to catch data on a truly undisturbed environment, so almost all creatures usually ignored you. This one had been around since your first few months of study, and it had only once strayed from its regular detection area. You had only ever caught one glimpse of it, and you didn't know the species, but you knew it was huge.
"Log 012.The entity decided to pay me one last visit. It's gone off the radar now." You said quietly into your com as the information blinked away from its previous location. "Maybe it'll miss seeing me around." You muse a little quieter, before humming and continuing onwards.
You were getting close to The Cave.
The Cave. It was full of glowing markings and signs of ancient life. You hadn't cared much for it, if always felt out of place, but you figured the giant eel that resided there was your best bet for a quick and, mostly, painless end.
You'd decided a long time ago that this would be where you're killed if you were ever found out, and you were sticking to the plan just fine. The entrance wasn't too far away now.
It was right there. The Cave was huge, like the loading bay doors for the Travel Hub up near Pluto. You knew well enough that after it sunk into the ground, it spiraled down hundreds of miles and connected to a few smaller underwater volcanoes. Down there was where the Eel usually spent most of its time.
You propelled up to the edge and grabbed hold of the rocky surface, one particularly sharp rock dug into your palm through the thin glove of your suit. Before you, the large opening seemed still besides the pulsing lights that came from the algae covering the walls further in.
It wouldn't take much. Just a small disturbance to awaken the Eel and have everything go exactly as you planned. None of your research survived, none of your thoughts and memories would be pried from your lips. You were confident this had to be done.
That's why you shoved off from the edge and into the cave. "Log 050. My final log, if I'm right. I usually am. I'm entering The Cave, and it should only be moments before it appears to devour me." You said aloud, your voice loud in the silence.
With your free hand, you scooped downwards and picked up a larger rock, not releasing your com button, even as you continued the motion and chucked the rock forward.
Slowly, but surely, it left your field of view and sank further into the sloping cave. You waited, and waited. Just as your mask flashed with a warning on low oxygen levels, the entire ground shook.
Water pulsed around you, and you let your motors power off as you stared down to the darkness of the pit. The current pulled you deeper in, closer to the dark. You could see the glint of two eyes just barely in view. "This is it. It's seen me." You speak yet again, already feeling the deep breath you take consume more oxygen than you had left.
You released the com button and let your arms float freely to your sides. The Eel just had to eat you, and that'd be that.
It hissed and coiled back, sucking you further into the cave yet again. It's jaws opened wide, and you closed your eyes with a little smirk. For once in your life, your plan had worked.
The Eel lunged, but you weren't met with the burning pain of venom coursing your systems, nor your suit piercing your skin as it splintered and cracked under the pressure of a bite force far beyond comprehension.
No, your eyes snapped open as the water rushed past you and you were thrown harshly against the wall of The Cave. The Eel had lunged straight past you towards something that was beginning to cast a shadow over the entrance.
You gasped painfully as you were dragged along the rock wall, and your limited vision was clouded by warning signs about a leaking oxygen tank alongside the glowing algae that was pulled alongside you from the impact. You could only imagine this was what it looked like for people who took pictures with chalk powder bombs.
This wasn't good. If you didn't get eaten and dissolved by this Eel, then they'd fish your body up to the surface. They'd have your remains, and you wouldn't put it past them to use that against anyone who might've thought something of you once upon a time. They'd use you as an example, with proof to boot.
No.
You clutched at the edge of the cave entrance, barely coming back to your senses in time. It was rough, but you gasped another deep breath and held on tight until the current calmed.
Bubbles rose from the back of your suit and out of a crack in your helmet you hadn't noticed yet, all of them quickly rising. You were too busy staring at the scene before you.
The large Eel was clamped harshly onto the limb of a large creature you'd never seen before. It's face was flat, eyes of a predator focused forward onto the Eel. Pointed fins(?) frilled out from the edges of its face, and spikes of a similar nature trailed its spine. Four large, humanoid arms extended from its torso, and the lower half gave off a soft glow, shaped like an earth-breed jelly-fish. The huge silhouette was too dark to make out its colors.
You watched, almost frozen, as this large creature lifted the arm that the Eel had bitten. The Eel wriggled and bit down a bit harder, but the creature didn't seem at all bothered. It lifted two of its free arms, and the round fingers at the end of each limb gripped the upper and lower jaw of the Eel.
You watched the huge being peel the Eel off of its arm, before it practically tossed it away.
The Eel wasn't happy. It coiled back and hissed angrily, water rippling with the sound. This snapped you out of your thoughts. You took a shallow breath and rocketed off the edge of the cave, aiming straight for where the beast was hovering. It was poised to attack again. You didn't even have to be the target, you just needed to get in the way.
In a split second decision, you decided to power forward using the last of your air redirected to your propellers. It was exactly the speed boost you needed, because the Eel lunged just as you got between it and the creature.
This time, you knew it was it. You were holding your breath for nothing. You succeeded.
Except you hadn't. If you'd had air, you would've screamed at the large fist that moved in the way of the Eel, lodging in its mouth. You would've punched and kicked at the large limbs that you gently landed against as the movement caused currents too strong for you to avoid. You would've spat at the large chest you were pulled closer to, and the large palms that cradled you safely there.
Your body was revolting after just a few moments without oxygen, and hating the feeling, you clawed at your mask. It wasn't releasing, some kind of mechanism must've been broken. The water pooling around your chin was probably a sign of that.
You did manage something though. Nothing to further your plans or speed up your demise, nothing like that. You opened the Radar again. Now, through dancing vision and black creeping in from the edges, you could read the bold red words.
"ABNORMAL ENTITY BEHAVIOR"
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On Jake Muller's mother
Anyone else think way too hard about her and Wesker?
Before I begin this I would like to apologize for the way that I write despite English being my primary language 🔥
RE6 introduces Jake Muller, Albert Wesker's stupid son. I'm sure the thought "omg Wesker fucked" crossed everyone's minds when this plot point was first revealed
I personally had the thoughts "RE6 was dumb as hell and the whole thing with Wesker having a son probably wasn't thought out very well. This is a detail that doesn't matter." and "It was probably a quickie with a stranger - someone he sought out specifically to have sex with. Someone he didn't care about."
We don't have a lot of information on Jake's mom, except:
[These are from the RE6 files Jake's Family Situation / Written Report on Jake Muller]
She was born in Edonia
She was in her early 20's when she immigrated to the USA from Edonia and had the chance to meet Wesker
She returned to Edonia and gave birth to Jake without telling Wesker
She was mild-mannered and did her best to raise Jake
She loved Wesker
She died from an illness that she couldn't afford to treat
and
Wesker is described to have "abandoned" her and Jake
Just the fact that she was still in love with Wesker as Jake was growing up gives the impression that they had something a little more than a random quick fuck. Like, please read this letter to Jake from his mom.
"I love you, Jake. I'm so sorry to have to leave you like this. Please forgive me. And please, don't hate your father. I'm sure he loves you and is thinking about you, and I know you two will find each other someday. Stay strong."
RE6 takes place in 2013, and at that time Jake was 20 years old. If he was born in 1993, that means he was conceived in 1992-1993. According to Wesker's Report II, Wesker left the Arklay Laboratory in 1991 and transferred to Umbrella's intelligence division/information department.
(I refuse to believe that Wesker was in the army. I cannot find a reliable source for it beyond the '96 BIO HAZARD guide book published by Kodansha, a 1994 bio image from when he was still named Hustler, and this bio image that I cannot for the life of me find the source for.)
Wesker was absolutely not immune to attraction. Upon inspecting his desk 50x in a row in the original RE2, you can take an undeveloped roll of film from it that turns out to be a photo of Rebecca in an R.P.D. sports bra + shorts set.
(You could argue that he was simply keeping tabs/info on everyone while he was Captain because he was sooooo careful like that. But I'm not seeing an undeveloped film of Barry in a skimpy little outfit hidden deep within his desk, so... 🤨)
You know what? Sorry for pointing this out, but it's been weighing heavy on my mind. This is the only time I'm ever gonna get to talk about this. In 1998, Rebecca was 18, and Wesker was 38. Jake Muller's mom was described as being in her early 20's when she immigrated to the US. Wesker was 32-33 when he impregnated Ms. Muller. Every fiber of my being thinks he may have had a thing for sweet, young brunette women.
...Anyway, I'm sure Wesker was at least somewhat nice to Jake's mom, especially considering how much she loved him even years later. Wesker is an arrogant bastard, but he's shown time and time again that he's very capable of playing nice with others. (See: S.T.A.R.S. and Excella.)
I mean, every time he played nice it was because he had ulterior motives, but I don't think he had any reason to manipulate Jake's mom. If he wanted quick sex, he could've gone out and had it with anyone. He wasn't working at the Arklay Laboratory in the middle fuck-ass nowhere anymore. And he wasn't in S.T.A.R.S. yet, so he wasn't in the public eye. If he wanted to get his dick wet and be done with it, he could've done exactly that, but he stuck around Ms. Muller long enough for her to develop strong feelings.
As for the abandoning part... I'm just grasping for anything at this point, but I'm sure that after a while Wesker realized that this (relationship?) wasn't something he could, or wanted to keep up. Nothing was more important to Wesker than his plans. Everything he did was to further his own goals, and Ms. Muller didn't fit into them. Plus he never had issues cutting ties.
The fact that Jake's mom left without a single word about her pregnancy makes me think that he gave her a very good reason not to contact him. I mean, maybe he just up and disappeared one day, but the way that things are worded in the RE6 files gives the impression that Ms. Muller chose not to contact him, not that she couldn't.
Maybe he said something along the lines of "I can't see you anymore." As for a good reason, "I'm not someone you want to associate with; I'm not someone you're going to be able to see in the long run." And then for good measure, "Please do not try to reach me."
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I can't stop thinking about all the possible ways they could have met, and what Wesker saw in her, and what she saw in him in return.
This is cheesy and overdone, but maybe they met at a coffee shop Wesker frequented. Ms. Muller saw him regularly, and thought he was a little funny in the way he ordered the same thing every day and never seemed to take off those dark sunglasses.
Small glances and acknowledgements of his presence turned into greetings and smiles. Each of them became a part of the others' daily routine, until one day Ms. Muller decided to strike up a conversation.
Wesker, who is usually too caught up in his own ideas and goals to care about anyone but himself, finds that he doesn't particularly mind the woman's presence. Wesker finds it easy to speak to her - refreshing, even. These interactions are not an inconvenience.
Ms. Muller, in my head, would be the first one to suggest that they hang out beyond their little coffee shop encounters. I don't think the thought would have even occurred to Wesker - and he'd surprise himself by saying yes.
Wesker ends up taking nice, long walks with her. Talking with her but mostly just listening to her speak, because although he finds her to be foolish in her naivety and kindness, he also finds her charming for those exact traits. I don't think he'd tell her a damn thing about what he does or what his main interests are.
Maybe he even spends a bit of money on her. He doesn't splurge, of course - money, although he cares not for it, is a tool he could use at a later date. But that necklace she saw through the shop window, or a small lunch when they've both got the time... spending money on those things is harmless enough. Just this once.
I doubt Wesker would want anyone over at his place, even if it does lack many personal touches because all he uses it for is to shower and sleep. He hates the thought of anyone touching, or worse, looking through his things.
But he'd be fine going over to her place, and he ends up doing just that, saying 'yes' to her invitation and...
--- End fanfic ---
TL;DR Wesker caught feelings for a nice young woman from Edonia, engaged in some terrible missionary with her maybe once (maybe several times), and then probably cut things off because he remembered he's evil
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