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This was a test to see if I could write consistently for a long-ish period of time. I kinda sorta succeeded and failed at the same time?

I’ve never written consistently for a month, a week or two at most but never a month. I’m glad I was able to write consistently for just over 3 weeks, that’s an upgrade for me! Sad I couldn’t keep it up for the entire month though.

Either way, I sincerely hope people had an AMAZING Halloween if you celebrate it and I look forward to Fictober26!

Resident Evil 8, Fanfiction

Another chapter featuring arguably my favorite of the daughters!

TW: Canon Typical Violence.

~680 word count.

Day 25 - “We’ve Done This Before.”

You messed up. Again. You don’t know how many mistakes you’ve made while working in this damned castle, but it’s been too many. The daughters’ have taken to targeting you in specific because of how easily you mess up. You’ve spilt wine, broken countless vases and been caught trespassing where you’re not at all supposed to be. They harm you in many ways, but they refuse to outright kill you even though others have been killed for far less. You’ve become a plaything for them.

Your latest mess up just happened. Spilling wine is a sin in this household as the Ladies of the castle damn near worship the substance. However, the true mistake comes in where you’ve spilt the wine. You spilled it on the cruelest of the three daughters, Cassandra. The room went still and no one breathed when it happened. You were leaning over her pouring it into her glass and made the mishap of tripping slightly. She wasn’t even trying to scare you like she usually would and that is embarrassing as all hell. No one said a word, not her, her mother or her sisters. She simply looked at the wine on her dress then slowly raked her eyes up to meet yours. A wicked smirk that promised pain and suffering grew on her lips that you would love to see from anyone that wasn’t her. 

Nothing happened then. She looked to her mother, gave a nod, and dinner went on as usual. They ate and talked of the mundane things they didn’t do in their everyday life and eventually the maids were dismissed. You didn’t feel safe throughout the entire ordeal admittedly. You knew something was going to happen to you at some point. Cassandra didn’t just let people get away with mistakes, she dished out punishment when and where she pleased and enjoyed every second of it. She was a sadistic monster of a woman and every maid in the castle knew that for fact. Still, nothing happened to you as you cleaned up and laid in bed for the night. 

Sleep didn’t come easy, it never did in this place. Your roommate, Safia, fell asleep early and it left you alone with your thoughts. Your head was filled with the violence you experienced in this place of death. You eventually fell victim to the sandman, but you did not sleep peacefully. You woke in the darkness of the night with a start and a strong hand wrapped tightly around your mouth and throat. Your scream was cut off before it could even be produced. Hovering above where you slept, bright yellow eyes bored into yours. Before you knew it, you were being lifted off the bed by the swarm of flies that came with the daughter. They were silent and bit at your exposed flesh as they carried you out of the room and into the hallway. You don’t stop there though, you’re flown across the castle in every which way.

After many minutes of going in random directions to throw you off, you’re dropped harshly on a cold stone floor. It’s still dark, but the descending staircase in front of you is much darker. That’s when the other presence makes itself known to you. A dark giggle from behind you has you looking back up into the sinister eyes of Cassandra. In the dim light you can just barely see the blood around her lips that are curled into a terrifying and toothy grin.

Resident Evil 8, Fanfiction

Hey!!! Late, I know. I am behind but I'm on vacation and trying to enjoy it, but the next two days will be dedicated to outright finishing this challenge, I'm gonna catch up and prewrite the chapters for the end of the month so I can enjoy Halloween stress free lol. For now though, enjoy a Miranda and Scientist Reader watching a cadou take place.

TW: Canon Typical Violence, Body Horror.

~450 word count.

Day 24 - “There’s Not Enough Time.”

“Have you tried taking corpses from the village that haven’t recently died?” Helping Miranda with her experiments provoked these kinds of questions. The morbid curiosity of a scientist with little to no morals was a cruel thing to witness and take part in, but the results were almost always fascinating.

“There’s not enough time. The cadou needs a recently deceased corpse or live subject to take hold. I’ve noticed if the heart hasn’t pumped in the last twenty-four hours, the thing just refuses to even acknowledge the body.” You were both hovering over the body of a male subject that had wandered too far into the forest at night and was unlucky enough to be picked up by a Lycan.

There were large lacerations in the man’s torso and many of his organs were brutally torn out by the beast man. His face was… unrecognizable to say the least. No doubt the villagers would find the man gone and his identity would be found eventually, but for now the man’s name is no matter. He is dead and if he is to come back, he will have no memory of his previous time of life. He will fall into the mass of other Lycans, turning grey and beastly quickly.

Miranda is speaking into a recording device, like she usually does whenever doing experiments and surgery. You, on the other hand, prefer taking physical notes. A heavy notebook and slim pen stay in your hands or in your presence while you work. Thankfully, you’re not doing much work at the moment, merely observing Miranda and offering up the occasional thought provoking question for her.

Eventually, Miranda grabs a glass container from a side table that contains the fist sized parasite that Miranda dubbed the “cadou.” She opens it above the open chest cavity in the corpse and the tentacles around the creature slowly wriggle out and hover towards the two of you first as you’re both living and breathing. It seeks life and warmth you’ve gathered from the times Miranda has let you watch her place the creature. Once neither of you reach out for it, it starts to slide out of the container before it plops down into the cavity with a wet and sloppy noise.

Resident Evil 8, Fanfiction

Hello, hello! Another Moreau and reader because Moreau is not written about enough in my opinion lol. Lady of the Lake needs more attention!!

~450 word count.

Day 23 - “I Believe In Us.”

Another day spent at the reservoir. You have been coming here more frequently since you told Lady Moreau your name. Almost every week, you’ve come to the reservoir. Every time you came, the Lady of the lake was there waiting for you. She started talking to you a little more than she did before. Small things, really. Asking how your week was going, asking about things you liked and prying to find if anyone or anything had been bothering you. Each time you arrived, she asked if you still had the token. You did, of course. You managed to find an old necklace and had it hanging from your neck constantly.

Today was much like that day she gave it to you. Sky and water both clear as can be, slight breeze and the sun shining brightly in the sky. You were both sitting near the water, just like usual when the other woman asked you a question.

“Are we friends?” It was simple. Her tone was always the same, you found out very quickly. She always spoke low and it almost always sounded like a growl. She also almost never makes eye contact. Like now, she stares off into the water like she was talking to it instead of the person next to her.

“I would like to think so.” You say it with a smile directed at the other woman. What you can see of her face from the side doesn’t change in the smallest manner. She’s silent for a few seconds before she looks at you with a concerning face.

“How can a Lord and a villager be friends?” Her lips are thin, pressed together and her brows are knit together in a look bordering on confusion. The question is a good one, in her defense. It’s unheard of, a Lord and someone of such little importance having any kind of relationship that doesn’t involve being an employee, but you have an answer for her anyway.

“I think we’re doing fine just like this. I believe in us.” Your smile is still on your face and the words have an effect on her, though it is immediate. Her lips slowly turn up in a small smile, her teeth just starting to show. They’re sharp. You made her laugh once and the sight of them had surprised you greatly. All of her teeth ended in jagged points. It doesn’t bother you much, to be honest.

Resident Evil 8, Fanfiction

Heyo! Another shorter one but still one I enjoyed writing. Heisenberg stays living her mad scientist lifestyle and reader is along for the ride!

TW: Canon Typical Violence, Description of a Dead Body.

~420 word count.

Day 22 - “And How Did That Work Out?”

Deep in the depths of the factory, you were working alongside Heisenberg. A body lay on the table in front of you, mutilated beyond recognition. The arms were replaced by metal rods, the torso heavily scarred from being opened up and having the insides toyed with and the head was covered in a metal casing. This was what Heisenberg was naming “Soldat.” This is what the lonesome woman had been working on for so long, what you have been helping her with for the past few months.

The two of you step away from the table and over towards the wall where a switch is. The switch is connected to a large coil of wires that connect to the table the body is laying on. Flipping this switch should send the power needed through to kickstart the heavily modified motor acting as a heart in the Soldats chest. Heisenberg flips the switch. A moment passes and the lights in the room flicker as electricity is pulled and directed into the body causing it to jerk up angrily, the muscles contracting like it’s alive.

The motor in the middle of the chest flares to life and a deep red light emits from it. The motor whirrs and the light gets brighter and brighter until the noise reaches a crescendo. The circuitry sparks and the body stops moving. The motor dies out, the light fading alongside it. The woman next to you sighs. It’s a long and annoyed sound that you have grown very used to hearing.

“I forgot to replace the wiring… like you said I should do.” An admission of forgetfulness and a nod that you were correct when you pointed out the faulty wiring. You knew it would cause an issue but the “Lady” had been too excited to finally get it up and running to care.

You smirk and look over to her. “And how did that work out?” She meets your eyes but you can’t see how she’s reacted to your joking jab in the dim light of the room. The fact that she’s still wearing her signature sunglasses is also not helping you.

Resident Evil 8, Fanfiction

Double upload in the attempt to catch back up hah! This is one that I had planned out just a little because I saw the prompt and inspiration STRUCK. Hope you enjoy the read! Also something I should maybe put in these little opening things is that Moreau and Heisenberg will both ALWAYS be genderbent in my writings lol. We love Yuri around here mhm.

EDIT: Both Fem Moreau and Heisenberg designs are inspired by @classyfruit !!! The designs for them are just *chefs kiss*. I love them. Thank you, that is all.

~1,000 word count.

Day 21 - “Just Be Honest.”

Spending time at the reservoir was always hit or miss. Sometimes the water would be clear, the sky would be cloudless and there would be a nice and gentle breeze. Other times the water would be murky, it would start to rain as soon as you got settled in and the wind would be nearly out of control. And on the very rare occasion, you would have company. That company came in the form of one Lady Salina Moreau.

The woman was something else entirely. Her skin was the color grey that you would find on a fish, her teeth and nails were abnormally long, nearly clawlike. Her hair was long, inky black and unkempt, yet it flowed down her head to her shoulders like it was taken care of. Her eyes were a murky green color that bordered on black when the light wasn’t hitting them directly. She always wore tattered pants that were ripped at the ankles, a dark overcoat that had years and years worth of mending done to it and carried barnacles at its ends. The coat was never buttoned up you found, revealing that she never wore a shirt beneath it, nor undergarments for that matter. The first couple times you saw her like that, you found it difficult to look at the woman without blushing. The Lady also wore a crown of bones atop her head, you’re happy that you aren’t knowledgeable enough to know what the bones come from.

Today was one of the good and rare days luckily. The weather was nice and had held up all the way through the setup of your spot along the waters’ edge, the sun was high in the sky with not a cloud in sight, there was a very slight breeze that had the tops of the trees moving, the water was as clear as it could be and to top it all off, Lady Moreau had joined you in your relaxation. You were sitting at the waters’ edge reading a book when her heavy footfalls came up from the direction of the docks.

She didn’t say anything when she joined you, which wasn’t unusual for her. She was a quiet woman and even when you did make conversation with her, she didn’t say much. She also didn’t need to ask to join you. Not only were you on her land, but you had also made it abundantly clear to the Lady that she was always welcome to join you. At first, it was out of fear. The woman was scary, she looked more like a monster that you’d see in children’s books than a Lord of the village. Over time however, you did get used to her presence. She wasn’t violent in any way and she didn’t intrude when she wasn’t wanted. The one time you did ask her to leave you by your lonesome was when you were having a terrible day, and she did so without a question.

So you sit there in silence for a while simply reading your book while the other woman peers off into the lake before you. At least, until a sigh leaves her lips. You look up at her and she doesn’t look your way.

“Is something wrong, Lady Moreau?” She still doesn’t look at you so after a moment you look out to the lake as she is doing. It’s a truly remarkable sight. The sun bounces off the water, lilypads dot the surface every few feet and dragonflies dart between the flowers.

She keeps her eyes out on the water as she speaks. “Just be honest. Do you think I’m a monster?” Her voice is low, dark and gravely, not unlike a growl would be. But the words surprise you. This is the first she has been so… straightforward in her asking.

Your eyes drift back to her figure. She’s tall. Muscular. Long arms, long legs, both covered in muscle but also scars. Jagged scars. She has the skin tone of a monster and the looks of one, but you don’t believe that she is one. “I don’t think you’re a monster, no. Afterall, would a monster sit and enjoy the quiet of the water with a stranger? I believe you are trying to hold on to the humanity you have. A monster would do no such thing.” You know that she’s not entirely human, she can’t be. Something happened to her at some point in time, but she still has humanity in her and that’s what matters to you.

She’s silent for a time. She keeps her eyes locked on the water, but you can see from the edges how her eyes glimmer in the sunlight. She speaks after another minute of silence. “Thank you. I never asked your name. You don’t need to tell me. Next time we meet.” She stops and finally looks at you. “Here,” she reaches into her right coat pocket and pulls out a metal object, “take this. If anyone gives you trouble, just show ‘em that.”

The object she hands you is a token. Not just any token either, a token with the Moreau house crest on it. The curled mermaid stares into your eyes and renders you speechless. In your moment of stupor at this gift, the Lady gets up slowly and starts walking away. Her heavy footfalls are what breaks you back into the moment. She’s already far enough away that you would have to yell out for her. You choose not to do that. Next time you see her, you will tell her your name. You’re mentally kicking yourself for not having already told her.

Resident Evil 8, Fanfiction

Hello! Late and short chapter here, not only did I struggle with ideas for the prompt, but I wanted to spend my days off trying to catch up on gaming instead of writing lol. Hope you enjoy either way!

~360 word count.

Day 20 - “Trust Me, This Will Work.”

You’re stood outside on one of the castle’s many different balconies with Daniela. She was insistent on bringing you out here and she wouldn’t tell you why. You understand why she wouldn’t tell you once you were both out there. She wants to carry you, in her swarm of flies, down to the ground. Is she insane?

“Trust me, this will work.” She’s holding your hand very tightly. “I’ve been practicing in private and I wanted to surprise you, I promise I won’t drop you.” Her green eyes bore into you, looking incredibly sincere. You trust her, warily. So you walk with her to the balcony railing. Her smile is almost as bright as the sun high above the both of you and it does wonders to ease your anxiety about the situation.

She leans in and kisses you deeply. You lean into it. Her lips are soft and for a moment you are able to completely forget about what’s going to happen. In that moment, Daniela morphs into her fly swarm and you go tipping over the edge and out into the open air. A scream leaves your lips before you’re surrounded by hundreds of large flies that have a green shimmer in the bright light. You fall for a few moments, and then a few more. Then you realize that you aren’t falling anymore. The balcony is still right a few feet away from you.

Resident Evil 8, Fanfiction

A time jump ahead in the POV of the original maid! Welcome back Briana, super glad you made it through winter!

TW: Canon Typical Violence, Mentions Of Death.

~800 word count.

Day 19 - “Yes, I Missed This.”

It’s been some months now. It took a lot of getting used to, but you took every hit thrown your way. Lady Bela does a lot of paperwork, and you have to deliver and acquire texts and documents for her. Not a hard thing to do by any means considering what else you could be assigned to do, but finding the documents was the issue. The cabinets that the Ladies’ kept things in were dreadfully unorganized you found out rather quickly. The libraries were much the same. You don’t know the amount of hours you spent trying to track down one paper for Lady Bela. However, eventually throughout the first couple months, you were able to internally organize it yourself since you were the main person dealing with it.

You found out a lot of things in this time, many of them you could very well do with forgetting. Things like how the wine that the Ladies’ drink is made from maidens blood, you thought the name of the wine was ironic, not literal. That was how you found out that every maid who has ever worked for the Dimitrescu family was a virgin. That’s how you found out where all the maids who make mistakes go. Lady Bela dealt with many of the letters sent out to families and the compensation agreed upon in their contracts. You now dealt with it as well. A couple of the maids that had started alongside you were no longer here and that made you feel something that you couldn’t quite put a name on.

But Spring time was now in full effect. The bitter chill of Romanian winter was gone, birds were chirping their morning singsongs and the sun shone brightly in the clear sky. This meant that the Ladies’ would be less irritable. That meant the possibility of less death. That was a good thing. You survived the winter. You wonder if Lady Bela hadn’t taken you as her handmaiden if you would have survived, if you would have made a mistake in front of Lady Cassandra. You think you might have. Lady Cassandra may have even tried to get you to make a mistake from what you’ve seen her do.

A voice that you’ve grown very used to over the past few months reaches your ears. “Come, Briana.” A simple command that snaps you out of your thoughts. You stood near a side entrance to the castle waiting for Lady Bela to arrive. She had told you that she wanted to take a walk today, she hadn’t taken one since the beginning of Autumn and wanted to change that today as she had no paperwork left to do. You rush over and hold the door for your Lady as she steps outside into the bright sun.

She’s still wearing the signature black dress, long dark cape with the hood and gloves that closed around her entire arm, but her usual dark heels were replaced with boots that you would usually see on a person getting ready for a hike. As the sun hits her, she takes the hood down and the light nearly reflects off her pristine blonde hair. She raises her head up to face directly towards the large light in the sky and a small smile grows on her face. A smile that you haven’t seen too much. A smile that she never allows on her face in public areas such as this.

You walk over to where she’s standing and the warm sun hits you as well and you think that you understand what she’s feeling. After a dark and cold winter full of mistakes, blood and death, the warm day and sun on your skin almost feels like a balm for the soul. A remedy for all the suffering or a dark reward for making it through alive. A breathy sigh leaves the lips from the woman next to you and you meet her gaze as she looks to you.

Resident Evil 8, Fanfiction

I feel this one could be fleshed out some more but it's almost 8am and I need to sleep for work later lmao. Enjoy our first Factory chapter!

~770 word count.

Day 18 - “I Think I See It.”

The factory was a damn maze within a maze that was constantly having its layout changed around. That’s what it felt like to you, at least. The hallways always looked different, the contents of rooms would seemingly change at random and stairways would just appear in places that you swore didn’t have one the day before. You were currently trying to make your way to the random offshoot room that Heisenberg chose for today’s work. The woman was a tinkerer, she was always working on something and her interests in projects changed like the seconds ticked by.

You know you’re late, but you eventually find the woman bent over a worktable in the middle of a room that you know was a storage room yesterday. Her peppered hair is up in a knot on her head and she’s wearing a long sleeved white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. You have no doubt that the front of it is already dirty. Her hat and trench coat lay on a table up against the wall. When you enter the room, she looks up from the heap of metal and wires on the table to look at you, her dark sunglasses hang on the tip of her nose as she levels you with a blank stare bordering on glare.

“You’re late, darlin’.” She looks down at the old watch on her wrist. “By about fifteen minutes at that. How long is it going to take for you to learn the layout? Do you need a map or something?” She raises an eyebrow at you and you sigh. You don’t think you’ll ever truly learn the layout, but you refuse to let the smug woman provide you with a map of the factory. The ammo that would give her would never run out, you’re afraid. You shake your head and move to the table the older woman is standing at.

“I do not need a map. And I wasn’t lost, I just lost track of time.” A true lie and you’re sure the other woman knows it, but she doesn’t argue. You don’t think she cares, truly. “What are we working on today?” The mess on the table makes no sense to you at all. It’s just a bunch of metal and wires from what you can tell. That’s all everything is whenever you start helping the woman, but it eventually turns into something that she finds useful.

Heisenberg moves some things out of the way to find an incredibly crude blueprint buried under the mass of metal. She hands it to you and then moves towards a storage drawer across the room. The blueprint is one that you’ve seen before, one that you’ve used multiple times now, but the pieces don’t fit the ones you’ve used before. You’re building more motors. You swear that the woman is mad and obsessed with them. You’ve built so many of them you’ve lost count. She comes back to the table with a bunch of tools in hand and drops them all on the table. She’s stupidly disorganized. She gets to work without any words being spoken and you fall into step beside her, passing any tools that she requests.

You go to pass Heisenberg a screw and completely miss her hand. It falls and hits the floor with a clink and rolls under the table. You sigh and get down on your knees to try and find it. Under the table is dark and you can’t see anything. A flashlight floats its way down to give you some light. You’re still not incredibly used to the ability that the Lady has. She can move metal without touching it. Why didn’t she just grab the screw before it fell? You roll your eyes at the thought. The light glints off of something and you reach for it. 

“I think I see it.” You have to lean in a way that you can’t properly see where you’re reaching, but after some fumbling, the cold metal makes contact with your hand. You grab it and sit up on your knees, thrusting the screw in the air. Looking up, Heisenberg is just staring down at you with a smirk on her face.

Resident Evil 8, Fanfiction

Hey welcome! Enjoy the POV of a villager! One that's not got too much time left in this world...

TW: Canon Typical Violence, Death.

~620 word count.

Day 17 - “You’re Not Alone.”

The house is quiet, it has been for hours now. You’re afraid to move. The howls had encompassed the entire village. The screams, Black God, the screams. They’ve long since died out but you can still feel them in your bones. The Lycans made their way into the village and it was a slaughter. You made it back inside and luckily, or unluckily, you weren’t followed. Your breathing evened out about an hour ago but you still haven’t moved from your spot under your bed.You had no means of protecting yourself and you were afraid any sound at all would alert the beastmen of your presence. They’d surely break down your walls just trying to get in.

The wind howls outside as the light slowly dims. After hours, the window above your bed creaks open slowly. The wind grows in volume and you resist shifting your hands to cover your ears. Your bed creaks from the weight put on it a moment later, the mattress nearly squashes your back. The weight doesn’t let up, almost as if whatever or whoever is sitting on your bed. Your suspicions are confirmed when a pair of feet wearing dark black shoes plants themselves on the wooden floor right in front of your face. A dark voice bounces off the walls of your mind a second later. “You’re not alone,” the voice soothes. It doesn’t feel right.

It’s almost as if the voice is meant to make you feel safe when you obviously were nowhere close to being so. The feet slowly start tapping to a rhythm that’s unknown to you. Then a whistle is added to the tune. A sharp and abrupt noise that contrasts harshly with the low thumping of the wood. Wings flap in the room and a crow lands on the ground next to the feet, its dark beady eyes staring straight into your own. You nearly scream. Nearly, but you know that if you did, it would be a death sentence.

It caws in your face and flaps its wings at you. A hand reaches down from above you to pet at the bird. The fingers are slender and pale and the crow pushes its head into them like it craves the touch. The hand flattens out and the bird hops onto it as it’s raised out of your view. The person sitting above you speaks and you go pale at the sound of her low voice.

“The quicker you accept that you’re going to die, the quicker you’ll find peace, little bird.” It’s Mother Miranda. The protector of the village, Mother Miranda. Priestess of the Black God, Mother Miranda. What is she talking about? Why would she want you to accept that you’re going to die? Why… She must have chosen to let the Lycans in. There’s no other way they would’ve been able to attack in plain daylight. She must have. Everyone is dead and gone, soon you’ll join them you assume, because of the woman you thought was your protector since you were a little girl.

Resident Evil 8, Fanfiction

Hey this is late and I'm angry at that lol. Another shorter one, genuinely struggled with an idea for this but I got it! Day 17 will be uploaded soon enough, juts gotta let brain cool down for a bit. Enjoy!

~480 word count.

Day 16 - “I Will Never Forget This.”

The night is dark and cool. The moon is high in the air and the stars shine brightly through the almost invisible clouds. The forest is thick, dark and foreboding as the trees sway slightly all around you. You should not be out here this late, you know that. The danger is clear as wolves and creatures resembling wolves howl far off in the distance. The sounds send a shiver down your spine and you quicken your pace through the leaves.

You don’t actually have any real reason for being out here aside from wanting to watch the stars and not be bothered by anyone else in the village. The others could get… annoying, at times. They worried too much for your liking. You understood why, but you were an adult and knew just like everyone else just what dangers lurked in the shadows. But you also knew the beauty that hid itself in the dark hours of the night.

Some ways into the woods along the south western side of the village, there was a clearing with a slight hill in the middle. That’s where you were headed. The hill rose to about the top of the surrounding trees, which were luckily shorter than the majority, and gave a beautiful view of the starry night sky. You wanted to see that view.

After a short trek, you reach your destination. The clearing is void of any life thankfully and you make your way to the top of the hill. The view is everything you wanted that night. The moon is high in the sky and shines almost as brightly as the sun it feels. The stars are like tiny diamonds against the blackness that is the night sky. The wispy strands that are the clouds drift along without a care in the world.

“I will never forget this.” The words spill from your mouth in a reverent whisper. You were set up to start working at the castle next week. You know what that means, everyone does. You were handpicked by the Lady herself. You were going to spend the rest of your life, however long you lasted, in that damn castle. You wouldn’t get to have this view again, so you were going to remember it.