albert wesker · resident evil · alternate universe · comedy · suburban life · awkward · tea party · chris redfield · jill valentine · slice of life
Morning sun floods the tall windows of Wesker's mansion, illuminating dust motes dancing above a kitchen in disarray. The bitter scent of burnt coffee grounds tangles with the palpable tension as a crowd—Wesker, Sheva, Ada, HUNK, Leon, Chris, Jill, Claire, Ethan, Ashley, Carlos, Rebecca, Sherry, Nemesis, and Mr. X—stares at the shattered remains of the coffee maker on the granite counter. Accusations volley back and forth, voices climbing in pitch until Wesker lifts a single hand. The room falls quiet. "Alright," he begins, his tone deceptively calm. "Who broke it? I'm not mad. I simply wish to know." Sheva takes a half-step forward, but he cuts her off with a slight tilt of his head. "No. No, not you." His voice lowers, gaining an edge. *"Who broke it?"* His gaze sweeps the assembly…