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Munday questions.

😍 - Do you have a specific character type that you usually find applies to your favourites?

I'm still trying to figure out the link between Aerith Gainsborough and Leon S. Kennedy because these motherfuckers will never leave me. I'm starting to think it's an unhinged trait, mixed it with fighting for good.

🎨 - Are you an artist? If so, would you be comfortable sharing some of your work?

I truly wish I were, but I am not consistent and any progress I made in early 2020s has slammed back to first square again.

🍿 - What’s your favourite movie?

The Lion King was my favourite childhood movie that I watched so often the VHS tape started degrading and for mysterious reasons my mother refused to replace it.

Gonjiam: Haunted Asylum has been my favourite movie in adulthood for a long time, though Barbarian almost nudged past it. Honourable mention to James Cameron's Avatar, which showed me the potential of how beautiful a movie can be.

💡 - Are there any plots/ideas you really want to write?

I know when I get around to playing Subnautica 2 I will be Back There Again.

"Huh... I wasn't expecting you to know that much."

What the fuck.

Luis stared at the man standing across from him in the dark laboratory. He shouldn’t be here. They both shouldn’t be here. It was after work hours in the Umbrella facility. Luis had just ran back because he had forgotten something on his desk.

And now he saw this man standing here in the lab.

And he had never seen him before.

“Uhm… no. Are you lost? What are you doing here, amigo? Isn’t the lab considered some high clearance space? And it's way past bedtiem for everyone...”

Send me a 📏 and your muse’s height for a comparison!

ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ► accepting' 11. Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

This was a sensation he was familiar with, especially with what came after. He hadn't expected it and, honestly, was probably asking for it. Franco had a habit of pissing the wrong people off — just look at his father. Yet, the moment his back makes contact with the hard surface of the wall, the air in his lungs feels like it has been forced out. Franco wriggles in the grasp, gripping the arms of the other tightly, groaning as he attempted to breath inward, but he can't.

Then he starts to panic. Squriming and kicking and making some weird groaning noise as he attempts to breath inward... It lasts only a few seconds, but those seconds felt like minutes felt like hours before he can feel the sweet relief of air flowing through his lungs once more.

ꜱᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ ► accepting

"There are far more pressing matters at hand than a bit of soiled laundry." Like getting out of this mess alive. Wesker had taken a few hits, but the damage done to him was nothing compared to the other who was bleeding yellow. Strange, but now was not the time for the scientist to be asking questions. Besides, they seemed friendly enough; anything odd about them can be ignored for the time being.

"Wrap your arm around my shoulders, I will lift and carry you somewhere safer." Somewhere those damn hunters outside the door cannot reach them. The door was beginning to give under their relentless assault — it was now or never.

ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ ᴘᴛ.1 ► accepting

Picking through the rotting corpse of a once mighty corporation was not how he anticipated spending his evening, yet here he was. Umbrella was a big beast of a company with many labs located all over the world. Some were larger than others, but they all were built with the same purpose in mind: the creation of B.O.W's. Here, in the middle of nowhere in the state of Utah, hidden in the mountain range, Albert Wesker was combing through the crumbs of an old and abandoned facility. The technology was old; probably older than he was and, of course, none of it was usable.

Hell, hardly anything in here was usable. It's like someone had already come through and picked the place clean. How annoying. Despite this, he continues cautiously, but gives up when he finds yet another set of stairs leading down. For a facility this old and technology that has not seen use in years, he doubted this had any worth left behind now. No, someone had bet him here. Unfortunate, yes, but that's what he gets for being slow.

With a tired sigh, he takes one last look around the room and turns back the way he came. On the way up, however, he notices something strange that he had not noticed before and his stomach sinks in realization. It is normal to find an abandoned lab scattered with debris of all sorts, but not here. He noticed earlier the place was clean, but not how clean. Here, everything is in almost pristine order, save for the thin layer of dust that coats the surfaces around him. Where are the bodies? If this place suffered a breech in its security systems, there should be dead people everywhere and yet, room after room after room of the same thing. Tidy. Neat. Like no one was ever here.

Then there, out of the corner of his eye, he sees something shift in the darkness and immediately draws his weapon to face it, but he can see nothing more than a vague shape in the shadows.