Family Time! (A little…)

"Claire, does he usually do this when it comes to croissants?"

"A little…uh, this is the first time I've actually seen him like this…"

"WHAT?"

Claire nodded. She never really saw her brother go bonkers over a package of croissants-nor did she want to…but, there's a first for everything…

"I haven't seen him act this crazy since-who is that banging on the door?"

Claire went over to the door and opened it. Her brother was looking at her with wild eyes, WHILE holding his handgun in his right hand.

"WHERE THE FUCK'S MY CROISSANTS?"

She immediately shut the door and locked it back. "Uh, we need to get those croissants, fast…"

"DID THAT REALLY JUST OCCUR TO YOU, CLAIRE? YOUR BROTHER'S BASICALLY GOING NUTS OVER A DAMN FRENCH PASTRY!"

Continuously arguing over Chris' obsession of croissants, they were completely oblivious to him bursting through the door.

"I understand that Claire, but-C-C-Claire…?"

"What?"

She backed up a little, and bumped into something muscular and tall. She turned around, horrified.

"Hey Chris, uh, we were just about to-RUN!"

They both jumped out of the window and started sliding down the ladder towards the store-which was three miles away…

Jill walked inside the room. "Guys, is everything-GAH!" She narrowly dodged a wooden plank to the head. "CHRIS, CALM DOWN!"

She shut and locked the door again, just hold him off long enough for her to wake up Wesker and come up with a plan.

"Wesker; this is the only time I'll ask you to do this, but…CAN YOU PLEASE KNOCK THE HELL OUTTA CHRIS?"

No response from Wesker. The only time Jill depends on him, and this is how he repays her? Asshole…

"LET ME OUT!" Chris ended up knocking the door down completely before he marched out.

"WHERE THE FUCK'S MY CROISSANTS?"

"OH MY GOD, WESKER, WAKE UP ALREADY!"

"WHERE'S MY CROISSANTS?"

Jill hesitated. She could lie and leave Wesker to get mutilated, but a dead body and a psycho man was the LAST THING she wanted to explain.

"Uh, I'll be right back-CLAIRE! LEON!"

She ran as fast as she could out of Chris' apartment, not caring if he followed. (YOU SHOULD CARE!)

(Sam's Club *LOL!*)

Claire and Leon ran into Sam's Club as fast as they could, thinking that Chris was following them.

"Whew…okay, this store is huge! We should be able to find croissants in here."

"Yeah…thank god I had my membership card on me. What a coincidence…"

Leon raised an eyebrow at Claire. What a coincidence, indeed…

"Okay, so, let's get started on searching for those croissants…"

Claire nodded, but before they could start searching, something just came to their realizations.

"WE FORGOT JILL!"

"I'm right here!"

Jill came running in, trying to catch her breath. Trying to run away from Chris sure worked up a sweat…

"Did you guys find the croissants yet?"

"No, we just got here," Claire said. "Why are you rushing?"

Not long after asking that question, Chris had walked into the store, looking around. Oh, this just turned bad; REALLY BAD.

"…Oh, I see…SPLIT!"

Each of them split up and goes down a different aisle.

(Jill Valentine-junk food aisle)

"OfcourseIgetthejunkfoodaisle...figures..."

Jill didn't expect to get the first aisle that any man would look down when it came to junk food; or when it came to French pastries. And NOTHING made it worse than being in a lingerie outfit, ALONG with being chased by a psycho man in his JAMMIES.

"Alright, croissants, croissants…hmm…"

She searched the rows of junk food and candy; but no signs of croissants; yet.

"This is ridiculous! There are no signs of croissants ANYWHERE!"

She immediate covered her mouth as she heard Chris come down her aisle. Doesn't she just have all the luck…?

"Why me…?" She immediate ran into another aisle. "Goodness, find another pastry to eat!"

(Claire Redfield-Pastry aisle)

"Why did I get the pastry aisle? Geez…"

Out of all the aisles, she gets the most obvious one. Gotta find those croissants, quick!

"Croissant, croissants…ha; croissants at last!"

She picked up the huge box of croissants and started to take them back to check-out; until an all too familiar figure started running down the aisle after her.

"CROISSANTS! GIMME THE DAMN-WHOA!"

Chris started slipping down the aisle, and crashed into a pile of fresh baked cookies.

"OW! Wait a minute…"

He picks up a cookie and eats one. "…Good cookies. But I still want my damn croissants! CLAIRE!"

He gets up and runs after Claire, along with a handful of cookies in his hands.

I didn't think Chris was this bad when it came to his breakfast pastries. Then again, croissants are nothing to mess with. Trust me, I know! Tell me what ya think!