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You were the result of unethical science. An abomination, a monster, something you never desired to be. Alas, that is what happens when you’re an orphan who has nothing to lose who stumbled upon a man with a sick curiosity. That devil was your one-way ticket to hell, and his name was Derek Simmons. Whisked one day from your orphanage when you were ten under the pretense that you were ‘adopted’ by this man was nice at first, until you found out his intentions. He had plans for you. You were Subject 182, no longer your name. Your new name to Simmons was “pet”. As a sub-project of the C-Virus you were a special mutant. Not one for spreading disease, but for reconnaissance and guard duty. He wanted you as a guard dog, and he certainly made you look the part.
No longer human, you had nail growth like claws, your ears changed into a weird amalgamation of fox and dog ears, drooped to the side but not fully closed either. Your canines changed, and you had more fangs than teeth. Your sense of smell and hearing increased greatly, and you guess that can be seen as a perk. But who can say when all you smell is shit cologne and God complexes? What was truly important was your mutant ability. You could ‘blink’ out of existence. You can travel at max fifty feet, or fifteen meters until you had to ‘blink’ back in, but it was still very helpful.
Simmons had you trained in self-defense as well as standard hand to hand combat before he sent on the field with Ada Wong. You took the trip to Edonia with her, taking the role of her cousin who was visiting when the guerilla attack started. When you met the BSAA team you hoped they caught your nonverbal cries for help. It seemed that the captain of the team, a Chris Redfield caught on, him and his right-hand man still wary of Ada, but not so much you. Once Ada laid her trap she absconded with you in tow, seeing your hesitance you were yanked by your hair to follow. As the captain and his friend cried out for their allies you cried out in pain, hoping someone would save you from the monsters that created you.
The next time you see the captain and his right-hand is when they’re after your captor Ada Wong in Lanshiang as she wreaks havoc. You fully see them when she holds a gun to your head as a threat, a syringe of her C-Virus inside. You pray that they will help you in your situation. You wish you could just blink your way out, but Simmons put a shock collar on you that Ada can activate whenever. Ada ended up being shot by someone in a helicopter after the captain shot the C-virus out of her hand.
The rest of the time in Lanshiang was hazy. You learned that your savior’s names were Chris Redfield and Piers Nivans. They had been very kind to you, and you returned in kind by helping with anything you could. You followed them until the end of the mission, including inside the underwater base. You met a blonde girl and a man with a shaved head down there and remember the man almost killing Chris since he allegedly killed the man’s dad. The lady was kind though, saying that your situation reminded her of something she went through. You were just glad someone was nice to you. The five of you fought the giant guy, then it dropped back down to you three as the lady and man had to finish their own mission.
The HAOS creature was a hard challenge, and you barely survived, let alone what happened to Piers. You and Chris tried to haul him through the halls in hopes of saving him. When you made it to the escape pod, you sat in first as instructed. What happened after was Pier’s betrayal as he shoved Chris inside the pod before locking and sending you off without him. Chris was broken about it, and all you could do if offer some solace by a lame pat to his back. It temporarily worked until the two of you were rescued by the BSAA.
You remember going to the BSAA’s research headquarters, and they requested they examine and do some testing on you. You bristled, flashbacks of how you got this way flooding your memory. You shook your head, though it probably did not seem like is as your whole body shook. You repeated the phrase “No more tests” and eventually cowered in the corner of the room. The scientists in front of you were not pleased, and one of them tried forcing you out of the corner.
Your body responded on its own, going full mutant and blinking out of existence to hide in a new corner. You think there were gasps and info written down, but you were still hiding in a corner, not wanting to be around these people. You felt like you were an exhibit at a freak show at this rate, and it disgusted you. The last you hear is someone saying to get Redfield on the line before you went catatonic.
When you came to, Chris Redfield was in front of you, asking if you were better now. Slowly breaking from your stupor, you cling to the man as a lifeline. He was the only person who didn’t treat you like a damn science project. He was rigid, not sure what to do in the situation before lightly patting your back, telling you that everything was going to be okay. You tell him that they want to run tests, and that you don’t want to do any more tests. Tests made you a monster.
Chris let you get comfortable in his grasp before convincing you that these tests were different. That they were meant to help you. You made him promise to stop them if they stray from that. He promised. This little event made Chris your handler, as he was the only one you trust. They made it governmentally official by having him as your legal guardian, considering your original one, Simmons, was dead. Killed by a Leon S. Kennedy and Helena Harper. You mailed them a thank-you card, for he was your tormentor for years. You never got a response, but Chris says that he thinks they appreciate it.
The next four years of your life were hands down the best of them. First thing’s first, you got a name. You are now (Y/N) Redfield, Chris just called you “Pup” as he did from the beginning. He has been deemed the only one you’d allow to give you a canine-themed nickname. You lived with Chris in an apartment near his work’s headquarters, and it was paid by the BSAA. You had a tutor and went to school online. The only time you were allowed out of the apartment was when Chris was with you, but that was okay. You were able to live the best life you could. Take out and bad movies with Chris were the best. He even let you get a friend! It was a stray cat you called Gobi. Technically she was just an excuse to get an emotional support animal, and she really helped. The three of you were content.
You accidentally called him Dad once. It was after a mission in 2014. He was on a mission to the Mojave Desert, but he didn’t come back for months. When he got back you were mad. Your argument escalated to yelling when you blurted “Well I’m sorry for not wanting to lose my dad!” You froze in fear, waiting for him to shut you down completely. Chris was awkward when it came to emotions, and you honestly didn’t know how he felt about you.
Turns out, it was better than you thought. He just gave you a hug and apologized, telling you he’d keep you more updated while he was on missions. He didn’t take any more big missions again until 2017, when he was requested to help a biohazard situation in Dulvey, Louisiana. Like usual, there was someone who was meant to check on you once a week. You guys made a danger scale Runt was standard, Dog was intermediate, Mutt was dangerous, Wolf meant life or death. None of his missions were higher than Mutt.
Plans change though when you were treated differently by the BSAA agent that usually checked on you. Once they did their procedure they left quickly. You found a file sitting on the end table, and let curiosity overtake you. What you found though was not good. They were plans to apprehend you under pretenses that you ran away so they could dissect you and figure out how Simmons made you. Your body chilled and you stumbled back, papers falling all over the floor. You were enraged. They wanted to ruin the peace you have made with yourself and all the work you put in to remain harmless to them. Well screw that plan.
You grabbed your emergency bag then held a few pairs of clothes, your passport, your credentials, a handgun, and a large stack of cash. You didn’t wait, taking off immediately. You ran, and ran, and ran. You hitchhiked to the east coast and stowaway on freighter to Europe. A month passed when you landed in Portugal, and you got to the nearest public phone, calling your dad. You remember that phone call vividly.
“This is Redfield.”
“…Uh, hey Dad.”
“Pup? Where are you?”
“I can’t tell you. I wish I could’ve called sooner. But I’ve been busy. I’m going off grid, it’s a Wolf situation. I love you. Take care of Gobi for me.”
“Kid, wait-” you hung up, knowing if the BSAA wanted, they could track the call. It’s been three years since you’ve talked to your dad.
During those three years you’ve made your way east of Europe. You remember holding up in a rundown icehouse in the Carpathian Mountain Range, during the summertime you bounced from country to country, staying in your mutant form most times, you wouldn’t be surprised if you became a cryptid, scaring your share of hikers and hunters.
Your nomadic lifestyle died six months in when you were in Romania. You stumbled upon a backwater village, much like others, but they were near Neolithic level. Only the factory had power from what you could tell. It was interesting. You decided to slowly integrate with this technology void town once you found an abandoned cabin on the outskirts. You didn’t interact with the villagers initially, choosing to hunt for your own food while making the run-down shack your home.
About a week or two in a woman knocked on your door. You looked and found a hat that would cover your ears. That would be your staple hat, only getting a new one once it worn down enough. You opened the door to see a middle-aged woman with black hair and eyes. She introduced herself as Luiza, a woman who has lived in this town her whole life and greets all with open arms. When she asked your name, you blurted the first one you could think of, Piers. You couldn’t help but cringe when you processed your response. Sure, fool this village by using the name of your savior that didn’t get to see it through.
Luiza encourages you to introduce yourself to the other villagers. You try to decline, telling her you like your life in solitude. She is persistent nonetheless, and you ended up being introduced to the village head, a man named Urias, and a father-daughter combo that consists of Leonardo and Elena Lupu. Elena was eager to know you as you were more in her age group. You willingly let this woman enter your life, and once she saw where you were living, you entered her home indefinitely as she deemed your shack unlivable
Leonardo grew to tolerate you, the man had a gruff exterior, but enjoyed seeing his daughter happy. He wasn’t a bad man, he was like every old man you met, angry with life and what fate delivered them. You picked up side jobs to pay rent. It was honestly money for food, but it helped the Lupu’s out immensely. The side jobs changed to part-time employment for the merchant of the village. He called himself the duke. You chose not to question it. He had you delivering goods the four lords asked for ahead of time. You were willing to, deciding you should learn more about the ‘gods’ of this village.
Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters were quite the bunch. The giantess towered you easily, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated. She seemed to get a thrill from being intimidating. Your meetings with her were brief, as she always had something better to do. Her daughters on the other hand were quite interesting. They always wanted to get modern things that were prohibited, curious about the world outside of the village. You offered to tell them stories of things you experienced since you were an outsider technically, but they were never able to take the offer.
Lady Beneviento’s home was unsettling to say the least. After watching Child’s Play with your dad, dolls just made you uneasy. The uneasiness increased tenfold when one of her dolls talked to you and walked around the house. You also learned to wear a gasmask provided by the duke to avoid hallucinations. The woman herself was quiet and timid, you could relate to that, so she wasn’t terrible.
Lord Moreau wasn’t a totally bad person either from what you could gather. You unfortunately couldn’t handle his smell, wearing the gas mask here as well to avoid vomiting in front of the lord. The fish man clearly had an inferiority complex; you don’t accidentally need to further it by showing how involuntarily disgusted you were from being in his domain.
Lord Heisenberg was the one you visited most. He would buy different tools and brackets and other things for some project. You remember hearing him mumble about an army and a thing called a ‘Soldat’, but that was about it. He was similar to Lady Dimitrescu in keeping it brief, but he actually seemed to have something more important to do unlike her.
You never met this Mother Miranda everyone worships, and you could really care less. She wasn’t someone you would worship, and you personally don’t like the energy she gives off. You talk about her in a respectful manner and occasionally participate in mass prayer, so the villagers won’t be displeased.
You have been living in the village for the past two and a half years. The villagers see you as your own, and that’s well enough considering they were the only other welcoming group besides your dad and Nivans when you met them again in China. You had deliveries to Lord Heisenberg’s factory, more brackets, and some standard screws.
When you entered the factory, you heard metal clanging and the Lord going on a tangent. You, being nosy as you are, strained to listen to what angered the lord.
“Damn Bitch… Vessel is that child… cull the villagers… finish my army… kill her once and for all!”
You tensed; the village was to be culled? Why? That poor lot worshiped that woman, and she wanted her spawn to kill them all as a gift for their prayers? What a sick bitch. You needed to get out of here and plan. No one was taking your friends, not without you fighting for them. You called out for Heisenberg, giving him his items not before damn near ripping the Lei out of his hands to walk out.
You bristled when you saw metal blocking the door.
“What’s the rush Piers? You’re never the one speeding up a transaction, that’s my job.”
“Heisenberg, I truly do not have the time for this, may I go?”
“Oh Hoh, what happened to the ‘Lord’ that you usually put in front of my name? Lost respect for me?” you grit your teeth, not having the patience nor the fucks to give to a man who possibly planned to kill everyone you knew.
“This is where I leave, my lord.” It would be hard for the lord to miss the venom in your voice before you recklessly used your powers, disappearing in front of him. Before you fully absconded, you seen the surprised face of Heisenberg turn to one of amusement.
“Oh Piers, you are certainly an interesting individual.”