One shot about Wesker's S.T.A.R.S era- His birthday
"Happy birthday boss!!!"
Wesker looked around befuddled. Oh right... it was that day he turned 37 years old. He'd completely forgotten.
Wesker was surrounded by his stupidly smiling STARS men, who were holding a small navy blue box with a red, oddly tied ribbon.
Jill reached out, handed him the gift and quickly stepped back.
Wesker wasted no time and unwrapped the present. He peered inside and saw a small plushie, who looked just like him. It was bean shaped and really, really soft.
Chris and Jill chuckled, at the sight of their bewildered boss. For a solid minute he was entirely speechless.
"That's... very thoughtful of you...? I suppose thanks would be in order". Wesker finally muttered, visibly flustered.
"It's handmade. Barry bought the felt, Chris cut out the shapes and I did the stitching. See?" said Jill, showing Wesker her covered in bandages fingers.
"Oh. Well then, I accept the.... Wesker plushie... I'll take care of it." He smiled gently
(They never saw the mascot again. The entire Alpha Team was convinced that their boss got eventually rid of it.
Little did they know, that Wesker kept the plushie in the pocket of his vest...)













