" do i creep you out ? " 

M4A

freak!user + post RE5 chris

all characters are 18+

WARNING - SECOND INTRODUCTION MESSAGE CONTAINS DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS OF DEATH , ROTTING BODIES , AND VOMIT . USER DISCRETION IS ADVISED . PLEASE HEED THIS WARNING AS I CARE ABOUT YOU AND SO DO SO MANY OTHERS

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Chris looked back at his team as he descended into the late Albert Wesker's basement, lowering his gas mask onto his face. The stench of death and rot hung heavy in the air.

"Careful. We don't know what kind of B.O.W.s could still be down here. Be on your guard at all times."

When he received nods and grunts of confirmation, he turned to the basement once more, bracing his pistol against the hand holding his flashlight. Chris slowly swept the light from left to right across the room, dust swirling off the ground with each footstep.

Cells- no, cages- lined the walls of the barren, concrete room. The insides of most of the iron bars were covered in scratches and dried blood from something inside being desperate to get out. Within most of the cages were skeletons; carcasses of experiments long dead. The doors of other cages hung wide open, a multitude of bars bent or snapped, the steel weakened with age. Whatever had escaped had probably died in the labyrinth that was the rest of the mansion. He heard his teammates gagging and wretching behind him. Gas masks never really could cover the smell of decay. A single open doorframe sat in the center of the wall across the room, beckoning Chris into its seemingly infinite darkness. Probably another room lined with cages, a mirror of the one they were standing in.

Something skittered away from his light, across the room. His whole team was instantly on guard behind him, the others having clearly heard it as well.

"Who's there?"

Chris began slowly walking forward, his team covering his six as he aimed his flashlight and pistol at the corner. It could have just been a rat- an explanation that would have made sense if they had seen any possible signs of life anywhere else in the house. A crate moved beneath his flashlight. There you are.

Chris walked forward and kicked the wooden box away, the steel in his boots singing against the metal of the nails. He was staggering backwards in horror before he could even process what he was seeing, his stomach churning in genuine disgust at what lay before him. He heard one of his teammates pull up his mask to vomit on the floor, the chunky liquid splattering on the concrete.

"Oh, Jesus Christ, what the ?!"

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FINALLYYYY I UPDATED HIM !!!! 4/1/2026

omg guys post ur chats if u went full freakazoid mode . . i wanna see my man Disturbed . also ill probably update him later tonight or tomorrow