Still working on whales! Or well, thinking about whales. How odd.
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Disclaimer: Do I look like I own RE? Wesker? Krauser? Water? Oh wait, I own water.
Inspired by: Nothing. This came out the way it did because of a giant lack of sleep. OH AND MR.T! Wow.
Warnings: Crackfic? Haha. Not completely, but I'm on a sugar-high alright. And caffeine. And nicotine. Tsk, I should be dead by now?
HAH ENJOY!
Wesker has a way with water...
Wesker never liked water. He didn't like it because it was considered the key to a healthy life, and to be honest, Wesker wanted to be the key to that himself. He wanted to be the key to everything as a matter of fact. He wanted to be considered important and all of those things. But I bet you know that already, so we're not getting into that subject.
It's a sad thing though, but even Wesker needed water sometimes. Mostly the water that came from mutant watermelons, but every once in a while it would come from a tap aswell, or from his shower.
The thing he hated most about water was the fact that whenever a person would fall into it, they would have to swim to get out. And he didn't quite like swimming, but we will get to that some other time...
So one day, when he was fishing with Krauser and he accidently took a dive into the river, he was rather pissed off. Krauser was about to jump in himself to save his boss from... fish I suppose, but Wesker yelled at him and Krauser stayed put.
When Wesker finally got to Krauser he reached for the younger man and pulled himself back on the shore, nearly ending up in the water again, but this time accompanied by Jack. Quietly Wesker stood up and when he faced Krauser he saw that the man was staring at him.
Wesker frowned. "What?"
Jack just stared at him, a little confused but mostly very surprised. "How come you don't get wet?"
Wesker turned around and pointed at the river he had just climbed out of, or rather was pulled out of. He was pointing at a particular spot in the water, a black spot. A spot that seemed to be getting bigger.
"What's that?" Jack had never seen anything like it. A minute ago the water was still clear, but right now it looked contaminated.
Wesker shrugged. "Come on Jack..." He smirked. "Wesker doesn't get wet... The water gets Wesker."
Wesker eh? Wesker has a way with water...
Lame! But that's what I do. I write lame things to hopefully amuse you a little.
Keep the w's coming. (And not too insane please, I'm dutch, I don't know every single english word.)