#dbd chris

♡´ˎ˗✎ TRIGGER WARNING ugly ass 2025 render ♡´ˎ˗✎ The improvement on this is absolutely insane and NO ONE can tell me otherwise ♡´ˎ˗✎ Wesker actually looks sexy in my remake one,,

⤷ ゛𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬!

╔═══━━━──────━━━═══╗ ♯ character models ported using FModel! ♯ assets used from Behavior interactive inc. (Dead by Daylight))

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Incorrect Dead by Daylight Quotes

Nurse: It takes more muscles to frown than to smile!

Doctor: Exactly Sally! So why don't we-

Nurse: So in order to build strong muscles, keep frowning.

Julie: There are no bad ideas.

Frank: We should go punch the Oni.

Julie:... There is one bad idea.

Ghostface: Girls always complain about periods. Just use exclamation makes instead!

Pig: Do you think before you speak or does it all just come out?

Kate: There's only one race, the human race.

Ace: But what about NASCAR?

Dwight: Everyone is always asking where I am, but no one ever asks how I am.

Jake: Okay, how are you then?

Dwight: Terrible. Why would you ask?

Leon: If you say Wesker has something to do with this one more time, I swear to God Chris.

"Redfield? ... You mean Chris Redfield? The Chris Redfield?"

Xe sounded disbelieving of it, shocked by the idea that he was here and they would meet him. But it made more sense than the long dead Albert Wesker being here, so it wasn't all that surprising. Chris was still alive, after all - they'd just never expected to possibly meet him. To meet the man who'd killed xyr predecessor.

He turned away, raising a hand to his lip.

He motioned passed the fire just as it snapped, uncaring for the saftey provided. Once through the small line of trees, a silhouette of another figure made it within sight as he spoke.

"Captain."

Chris stopped short with arms crossed, staring back at his disgruntled reflection in shades.

"Heard you made it out of a trial."

Captain Wesker looked up at the sound of his comrade's voice. "Oh, Chris," he greeted, audibly pleased to see him, before briefly looking back down at the bandages he was tying around his arm.

The injury that he'd wrapped with them with eons ago was long gone, but he found he liked the sensation of them, so he'd kept them. The bandages were getting dirty, however, so he'd discarded of the old ones and was winding some new ones around his arm.

He tied it off and stood up to face Chris.

"I did, yes. That marks my seventh so far. The Eyrie of Crows, the others called that place. It's quite bright, there. And I met the Huntress once again - she's still very much the lovely woman I saw the first time," he commented. Then:

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Chris Redfield died on my floor not long ago.

As he should have. He is nothing but a nuisance, seeking to foil every plan of mine at every corner, even here. Logically, obstacles like that should be quickly removed.

I am a logical man.

But evidently not enough.

His blood is still on the tile. I never cleaned it up. I'm uncertain as to why. I've never been all that fond of the color red.

What vile weakness this is now that I'm looking at it again. What ever is inside me is something I must purge from myself. This illness is not befitting of a god. It's something I must sever if I wish to ascend. But there is little better than the feeling of his blood on my hands and seeing it on the white tile...

I will not be satisfied until he dies ten thousnd times by my hand.

I will never be satisfied at all.

Disgusting. This is disgusting. He is disgustng. Vile little worm. Just look at the mess he left on my floorr, I must keep closer tabs on him. Watch him., as I used to. I have the means, still. He will not escape my eye. Or my wrath. No he will not escape me now that he's wandered back into my claws so ready for me to kill him in a "fight"… He is a stupid man.thinking he acn take me as if he ever once stood a chance. he is a stupid man

he is myy best man.

he'll be so easy tok ill again. he was So easy to kill this time. He's so weak compared to me. It's pitiful. I almost feel bad. But the weak must be culled

but mmaybe this time he'll understand