Drabble and Dribble

May 19th 1959 - December 10th 2025

So incredibly saddened to learn that Jim Ward, Krauser's original voice actor passed away yesterday. I knew he had been sick and had retired, but this still felt incredibly sudden. Absolutely heartbreaking.

@social-deception and I have been working on a fic for this prompt, but unfortunately, it's not quite ready. With any luck, we'll have more done soon-ish, but in the meantime, have a small preview.

In dreams, Leon always found himself stuck underground, in places that always seemed both strange and familiar. In those crumbling hallways and cavernous rooms, he’d encounter all those he’d failed to save.

They’d all appear to him, bloody, their bodies twisted, hands reaching out for him to take, begging him to save them.

Leon had gotten desensitized to the dreams, shaking out of them in the morning like shrugging out of his clothes at the end of the day. There was no closure in those dreams. No way to chase away the ghosts.

But some lingered.

Krauser would come to him in dreams as well.

Silently he’d appear behind Leon in mirrors, distorted, face bloodied and broken. Mutated, like he’d been in Spain, his arm twisted into blades.

“Leon,” he’d rasp. “Leon.”

Leon would try not to look at him, try not to listen to the words that would inevitably follow, but somehow he always did. 

“You can’t save her.” Krauser’s ruined chest would heave uselessly. “You can’t save anyone.”