6 Works by Spookatory
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Ilmo trapped in the darkplace has been uptight since he arrived. He's not let himself go in a long time and Zane wants to help a new friend in need.
|| The question came so suddenly from out of nowhere, it snapped Ilmo out of his head, and he blinked once, twice, before his head shifted, glancing at Zane. He realized he’s wearing his hat, that black text logo, ‘AHMA’ in bold letters.
“Nothing. Just listening to you talk.”Ilmo's hands are on both sides of Zane’s head, cradling it. Zane is pressed against the arm rest of the couch, Ilmo hovering over him. He looks down at Zane, while Zane looks right back up at Ilmo. Satisfied, smiling. He’s been waiting for this, Ilmo knows it, he can taste it on Zane’s lips as he licks them, chapped yet soft. He can taste the left overs of alcohol too on the skin. Makes him feel like he could even get drunk off that, and that alone. His facial hair tickles Zane, yet he can see the other doesn’t mind. Not in the slightest. Zane’s hands dig into Ilmo’s flannel, clawing needily and creating wrinkles in the fabric. ||
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Their eyes were dulled out. Hollow. The setting sun was trying to play tricks on Neil's damp eyes- A sparkle in the pupils that could fool any hopeful man. Neil hadn’t even registered their lower half, their stomach… was bleeding too, till he felt the damp cold of liquid pool at his stomach, staining his own clothing. Neil’s hands scrambled to try and cover the wounds. Bullets. They were bullet wounds fired by Bridges.
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“That part's new.”
“What’s new?”
Lucy crossed her legs, hands readjusting on the tablet she kept in her lap. She looked down, then back up at Neil who was sitting across from her. He was hunching over, waiting for her to respond as he bounced his knee repeatedly.
“That part in the dream. I don’t remember you having ever mentioned seeing anyone. Let alone hearing anyone say something to you.”
Neil dipped his head forward, didn’t respond.
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Short one shot of oc x canon of Neil Vana, providing some backstory for both characters
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the shroud of dying by anarkissed, Spookatory
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
20 Apr 2026
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Wesker's head was tilted back and to the side. Chris' lips trailed down his jaw unbelievably gently, gentle kisses to his neck, and in an instant Chris bit down– hard enough to bleed, and then, at the front of his trachea, Chris' teeth sunk in fully.
He jerked his head to the side. Flesh tore.
Wesker's body jerked violently, agony making his vision white-out, stealing his voice.
“I love you.” Chris whispered, through the blood in his teeth.
________Ever since being held as a test subject for four years, an immortal Albert Wesker has entered a cease-fire with the BSAA and DSO, effectively receiving a ‘pardon’ on the condition he refrain from hostility toward any of their people, putting his plans for Uroboros on hold until this generation is long-dead.
Because of it, Chris Redfield has been able to once again find the man he always loved in Wesker where he had been only able to see the monster he hated and killed.
After getting infected with a virus that feeds on hate and anger, and an argument between the two, Chris decides that to save his partner, he must tear the monster out of him, and kills him.
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Rein, a young child, tries his best to enjoy his birthday while his Father visits.
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- Part 3 of HTGM
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Why could she not get the real thing? If not the deepest intimacy, then why couldn't she even have the lightest of surface levels. Barely even breaking the surface tension of water? She was willing to be whatever another wanted. She could undress them, button by button, and pull the shirt off of them herself. Unzip the fly of their pants with her teeth. She could unclip their bra, let it flutter to the ground. Charlie could sit still with as much restraint as they wanted of her or Charlie could be as touchy as they so begged.
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- Part 2 of HTGM
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Charlie didn’t know what she expected when she was going to pick her up. Bailee was a sweetheart, truly, but Sorin, as of recent, has been less and less.. Herself. That was the best way Charlie could’ve put it, but regardless, Sorin, no matter what, was a close friend, and from what it sounded like, she was completely out of it, and now, as Charlie and Sorin sat patiently in her car, she saw something she hadn’t seen in years.
Sorin, without any of the mask.
She was holding herself with one arm, her hair covering her eye, falling over her shoulders. In her hand, she was holding a blue bow ribbon, a hair clip simply just for her hair, but, she was looking at it with such a sad disdain in her eye, Charlie wouldn’t be surprised if Sorin would just toss the thing out the window.
But she didn’t, she was just there, quiet. Well, quiet was sort of incorrect- she was mumbling to herself, speaking very, very softly that Charlie couldn’t hear a thing she was saying. It wasn’t her business to, so she wasn’t exactly trying, but it really did break her heart to see Sorin like this. What could’ve caused this anyway?
“Hey, Sorin?” Charlie asked as softly as she could.Series
- Part 1 of HTGM
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