Piratesangel!

Married the love of my life at 50.

Got my Class A CDL at 59.

You've got time.

"Need I remind you lot that The Connections are the ones who wield the real power here! You are nothing but laborers who work for us and us alone!"

Victor walks up to the intruder, his giant frame blocking out the ceiling light. He leans down slowly.

"Do you feel powerful right now?"

A collar is tugged at and the human stands straighter.

"Yes. I in fact do! I am-" Victor strokes their cheek and moves some hair behind their ear. He brings his face ever closer.

"Are you sure?" The friendly and calm tone remains and the tongue flicks out. The messenger was armed but that did not make them feel better.

The other doctors have all formed a circle and blocked off escape routes.

"This is our territory. My facility. You are trespassing."

"How dare y-you! When Zeno hears of this he will be..." Victor takes the person's face in both hands, the cold scaley corpse fingers deceptively caring. The gold teeth click together like he is resisting the urge to chew their face off.

"Zeno IS the Connections now, haven't you heard? He doesn't have to be your puppet anymore. None of us do."

The human attempts to draw their weapon but Victor snatches it from their grasp.

"Alright ok I will leave! You will never hear from me again! You will never know I even existed!"

Victor smiles knowingly.

"Oh fear not, soon enough NO ONE will know you even existed at all!"

The final years he lived with them he went out of his way to be horrible in return.

When he visited them as an evolved more than a decade later, he made sure to show them just how monstrous he could be.

"You know, maybe you two were right. Maybe you saw what I would become one day."

Chapter 2

Victor Gideon X Reader fic taking place in my RE9 AU Aberrant Epoch. Dr. Gideon is frightening and mysterious and you were only meant to be a night of entertainment. Gender neutral. TW for threats of violence, implied cannibalism.

I am brushing my teeth and see something bloody in the mirror moving out of sight. I stop and slowly move the medicine cabinet mirror and catch another glimpse of it. I feel a sickening chill and back out of the room. Just tired that was all. Needed some sleep and that would clear my head.

Climbing into bed I am able to breathe out. I go to turn my nightstand light off but then see I left the door to the bathroom open. The darkness within the space makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end and I get up, racing across my room to shut it.

Back against the door I start to feel mildly better. The light on the nightstand goes out and leave me in near total darkness. Across the room a pile of clothes on the floor gives me unrelenting dread. Was it twitching?

"Don't forget what they did..."

The raspy, gargled whisper in my ear has me rocketing out of the room faster than any human being has ever moved. I crash down the hallway and chance a look over my shoulder. A head was peeking around the doorway and it had a mess of disheveled wet hair that was dripping onto the hardwood floor.

I turn on the hall lights determined to stop this insanity. Blood had been collecting where that thing had stood. Crimson foot prints ambled around and thin fingers had dragged across the wall. It was gone. I hear labored breathing.

"You're getting too comfortable."

Unable to help my desire to know, I pivot. The lights in the hallway fizzle out just before I see the face. Shrouded mostly in darkness I can see just enough of it to make out it was a person but severaly gnawed away, bones stripped of flesh by greedy predators. There was almost nothing left. I realize what this is and feel horror envelope me, overwhelming in its sheer ferocity.

"....be careful."

Have him be the same horrible doctor but something even the Connections are wary of. In the 90s he gets infected with the T-virus and attacked by a mutant Hunter of sorts. He survives both and gets stronger and bigger with time. He retains all of his intelligence and memories. Lower body temp, longer lifespan, potent immune system. Personally knew Spencer and was good friends with him.

He should have been a stalking enemy for parts of the game and I will die on that hill lol. Just imagine trying to hide from him in a bigger Rhodes Hill facility and grounds areas. You hear the honeyed voice and the sound of his chained boots. He does it for both Grace and Leon, but the former is more trying to coax a hiding pet to the vet and the latter has more sinister undertones.

Leon has to keep his wounds bandaged for open wounds will attract Victor and you can hear him sniffing the air and sounding pleased. Pure predatory reptile.

Grace with uncovered wounds gets Victor in a much more concerned state and he will be lightly scolding and lecturing her about neglecting herself like that.

His teeth are sharp and he can split his lower jaw and neck apart to give a biting attack that is a one hit kill for Leon during stalking sessions: eats his face off. If you linger on the death screen Victor keeps eating him, tearing off pieces with a grin. That's if Leon's health is low. Victor will kidnap you and you end up in the interrogation room if on 50% or more health. Also if the player is Leon and on full health during capture, Leon will wake up with lower health and new wounds.

Gives villainous sass to enemies and victims. He kicks a DSO agent into an incinerator.

"Hope you wore sunscreen, it's gonna be a real scorcher today!"

Leon finds a human hiding in a metal barrel.

"HA! Dr. Victor Gideon should have worn his helmet! No, I'm not going to double check if he's actually dead pffffft I don't need to! He is 100% deceased I am positive."

Victor: "Stop telling everyone I'm dead!!!"

Victor leans down close in front of the agent and his grin is gradual and menacing, teeth perfect for slicing and tearing flesh glinting from their gold. Leon is cutting the ropes and Victor's ego is making him quite distracted.

"Your life has been nothing but a struggle against the inevitable ever since that fateful night all those years ago. For nearly three decades you have been fighting against us and have made no progress. I almost pity you! Such a waste of your potential."

"Saving lives is progress!" Leon spits out. And finally, the ropes are all cut.

Leon's arms come around with anger induced speed and he grabs the skin and fat right under Victor's chin. A split second after he stands up and uses his momentum to shove the beast away.

Victor staggers back looking genuinely offended. Leon swings the chair at him and breaks it apart from his ferocity and is left with one wooden leg in hand. Victor decides he had had enough of the agent and just goes to tear his throat out.

His bite at the throat is blocked by the chair leg and the end of it is shoved into his mouth. Leon kicks him in the crotch with his steel lined boots and even the evolutionary resilience cannot shield Victor from the sudden pain. A second ferocious kick to the chest and a third to the stomach and Victor is sent to the ground. Leon is given just enough time to escape.

Book shelves, furniture, missing key cabinet, filing drawers. Everything in its place- MISSING KEY CABINET?? Indeed, the one reserved for the keys of badly performing workers to prevent their easier escape, was now just an empty spot on the wall.

Gideon growls at this and taps his claws on the desk, glowering around the room to see if I had interfered with anything else. Just that as far as he could tell.

"Oh, what a little pest you are...what to do with you?"

Victor reviews the camera footage and sees the human sneaking in and getting her hair caught on a coat hanger, nearly waking him up with it fell. The pest saw the key to the cabinet itself was around his neck and very tentatively goes to take it. Only she wisely decides not to and seems to remember something in her pocket. A screw driver.

Victor's claw drumming continues and he watches as I remove the cabinet itself from the wall and awkwardly shuffle around, nearly striking his head with the corner as my vision is obscured. I hit the door with it on the way and it sends me into a running panic. The sound of an off camera crash can be heard. Victor himself barely stirs in his deep slumber.

He gets up and cracks his neck before exiting his office and going hunting.