(A/N) So I recently rediscovered AI Dungeon and me being the fanfiction writer that I am decided to use it to write fanfiction. This is how it turned out. It's a wild ride, so buckle your seat belts.

I'll add that if you've read my two other crossover stories "Operation Madness" and "We're in Hell," you'll notice that the first paragraph is the first paragraph of Chapter 2 of "Operation Madness" and the first ever interaction between James and Zidane was taken from Chapter 4 of "We're in Hell." Just in case those scenes ring a bell and you get confused.

Disclaimer - This story was written with AI Dungeon just for fun, meaning that some stuff was written by me and others were written by the AI. This results in OOC moments, especially in James' case, and chaotic energy in general. It's also why my writing style is different since this is mostly AI generated.

I also do not own these franchises or their characters. Silent Hill belongs to KONAMI, Resident Evil belongs to CAPCOM, Final Fantasy IX and NieR:Automata belong to SQUARE ENIX, and Shrek belongs to DREAMWORKS.

Originally Published: 5th March 2022 on AO3


Chapter 1: Investigation Gone Wrong

The journey to the mansion was silent, only the sound of the chopper blades. Chris was looking out of the window, thinking about a lot of things; like what if Wesker really was alive? What if this was a trap? His gaze then turned to everyone in the chopper with him, his group. Heather was looking out of the window, either admiring the clear, blue sky, or deep in thought, as she was grimacing. Piers was busy polishing the scope of his Anti-Material Rifle, with a look of determination, and the last group member, James, was looking down at his hands, with a melancholic expression on his face.

After a few minutes, the helicopter reached the landing pad. The doors opened, and everyone disembarked. They were met by a large man, whose silhouette seemed to loom over the helicopter.

This silhouette belonged to that of a green ogre with a bald head.

"Hello, everyone," the ogre greeted enthusiastically. "My name is Shrek and I will be your guide to the mansion."

"Thanks... Shrek," Chris forced a smile despite the awkwardness and shook the ogre's large hand.

"Are you serious, Chris?" Heather deadpanned. "We are seriously requesting help from -"

She was cut off by Piers who had placed a hand over her mouth.

"Nevermind her, she's just in a bad mood from the flight," he said.

James just stood there awkwardly while the scene unfolded in front of him. He looked over at the mansion, which was before them.

"Is that it?" he asked, pointing at the house. "Is that where... her majesty lives?"

"Yes," the ogre replied simply.

James frowned.

"What's the matter, James?" Heather asked, brows creased with concern.

"Don't you... want to go to the king?" James asked, in a low voice.

"Well, yeah... of course..."

James looked around at the others, who appeared to be growing impatient with the silence.

"James, you do realise we're here to hunt for terrorists, right?" Chris clarified.

"Yeah," Piers nodded. "Where is this talk about the Queen coming from?"

"I don't know," James appeared confused.

"Shall we get going?" asked Shrek.

Everyone nodded as they followed the ogre in the direction of the mansion.

The mansion was large and splendid. The building was made of golden bricks, with a massive dome on top. The dome shone brightly in the sun, as the mansion's roof.

"Wesker really went all out with this place, huh?" Chris said, eyeing the mansion suspiciously.

"That's if he's really here..." Heather muttered.

"What's the deal with that roof?" James asked.

"What do you mean?" Shrek asked.

James shrugged.

"Can you explain?"

James shrugged again.

"Never mind. Let's go inside."

The group entered the huge mansion. The interior was well lit, and all the rooms were nicely decorated. Arranged along the walls were various pieces of fine art; Landscapes.

"This is all too extravagant for a terrorist's place," Heather stated, inspecting the landscapes.

"You don't say," Chris said, looking around with caution. "It could be a trap, so keep your eyes peeled."

They continued to explore the mansion. They came across a hallway, with a large map on the wall.

"What are those lines?" James asked, pointing at the map.

"Those are... supply routes, right captain?" Piers explained, turning to Chris for confirmation.

"Yes..." Chris growled. "I bet he's selling viruses on the black market."

James nodded. "I wouldn't put it past him," he said, as they continued walking.

They came upon an open door.

"Careful of the gap," James said, as they looked into the room.

"Right," Chris nodded.

Before they could get any further, Heather screamed. The group turned to see Shrek holding her at gun point.

"Drop your weapons!" he commanded.

Chris and James immediately raised their hands.

"What are you doing?" James asked. "You're outnumbered and you're not even trying to kill the right guy!"

"Shut up."

"Shrek, what is this?" Chris asked calmly. "What's going on?"

"I'm working for Wesker," he said. "This was a trap that you easily walked into."

"What?" James said, indignantly. "Look, there's no reason for you to... Shit! I think he's activated the trapdoor," James said, pointing towards the floor.

"James, it's not like you to swear," Heather stated, breathing restricted from Shrek's grip on her.

"We don't have time for that! Look!" Piers yelled just before he, Chris, and James fell into the trap door. The last thing they heard was Heather scream.

The group was now dangling in mid-air, with nothing but a darkness to stare at. The trap door was far above them. It appeared to be a large iron slab.

"What do we do, Chris?" James asked, panicked.

"Don't worry, I have a plan," Chris said, as he too began to panick.

"Oh for christ sake!" Piers sighed in exasperation, as he grabbed both of the men and dangled from the hook he'd gotten out. They were suspended by rope.

James and Chris were to the left, while Piers was to the right.

"What's the plan, Charles?" James asked.

"Who's Charles?" Chris asked.

"It doesn't matter, captain," Piers shook his head. "That ogre has Heather and we're down here."

"I have an idea," James said. "But first..." James reached down and grabbed Piers.

"This is a bad idea," Piers said.

"Just shut up."

Chris blinked in surprise. "James, you're not in character," he stated.

"Just let me tell you my idea," James said.

Piers' eyes widened as James explained his idea. He was to reach into his back pocket and pull out his own grenade.

"If we're going to escape, we may as well do it with a bang," James finished.

Piers hesitated. "Are you sure that this is a good idea?"

James looked around. "I don't see another way out of this," he stated.

"He has a point," Chris agreed. "The blast from the grenade might propel us upward, if it doesn't kill us first."

"But how are we supposed to save Heather if we're dead?" Piers snapped. "Not to mention Wesker being on the loose."

James sighed. "Piers, be a man," he said. "You don't have to die for your country."

"My country doesn't deserve to live," Piers said.

Chris' head was starting to hurt. His team was talking gibberish.

"What does patriotism have to do with this?!" Chris yelled. "Let's focus on getting out of here!"

James agreed.

He reached into his back pocket and grabbed the grenade. He pulled the pin out and tossed it against the wall. The pin bounced off the brick.

James frowned.

"Shit," he cursed.

"James, what did you do?" Chris asked warily.

James stared at the grenade for a moment, before shrugging.

"I don't know. I just tossed it," he said.

The grenade went off with a loud explosion.

James, Chris, and Piers were propelled upward by the force of the grenade. James scrambled to grab Piers' hand, but the ropes were in the way.

James and Piers grabbed the sides of the trapdoor, while Chris grabbed James' leg to support himself. James and Piers pulled themselves up, but Chris fell.

"Captain!" Piers yelled.

"Is Chris... dead?" James mumbled, looking down at the ground.

He wasn't sure. He couldn't tell through the dust and debris.

"Piers," James said, "could he have survived?"

Piers looked at James.

"I don't... I don't know."

James looked at Chris. The man was face down, a puddle of blood under his head.

He was dead.

The pair sat in silence for a moment. James turned to Piers.

"We have to get out of here," he said.

They hurried to the ladder.

"Where do you think Heather would have been taken?" Piers asked once they were done climbing.

"We need to split up," James said. "They'll expect that. I'll go this way." James set off, walking through the halls.

"James!" Piers yelled. "We need to stay close!"

James shrugged. "If they have her, she's better off with someone who knows what they're doing."

James continued on.

After traveling for a few minutes, James came to a T-Junction.

He went left.

After traveling for a few more minutes, James came to another T-Junction.

He went left.

After traveling for a few more minutes, James came to yet another T-Junction.

He sat down. Maybe he should have stayed with Piers, he was good with this stuff. Now who knows what they were doing to Heather.

James shook his head.

"I have to keep going."

James continued on.

James had been traveling for a few hours.

He hadn't seen any other survivors.

"I don't know if she's still alive..." he said. "We don't know what's going on. They could have killed everyone."

"Hey, are you alright?"

James heard a voice, one that sounded concerned. However, he saw no one else in the room, so how... maybe he was just losing it.

"Behind you," the voice told him.

Turning his head to face the direction of the voice, he saw a teenage boy with layered blonde hair, tied into a short ponytail and blue eyes. Although he was just a kid, James couldn't help but feel a little unnerved by him; there was nothing threatening about him, in fact the kid had a baby face, a friendly face to be looking at; however, the fact that James could see a monkey tail on him, made him feel uneasy.

"Who are you?" James asked.

"I'm Zidane," the boy shrugged. "And you are?"

"My name is James," James replied.

"James, huh? That's a good name. What are you doing here?"

James glanced around again.

"Where is here?" he asked.

"I don't know," Zidane said.

"It's a mansion!" Piers yelled, finally catching up.

"We're in the middle of the coliseum," James said.

"There's zombies in here!" Zidane said.

James ignored Piers and walked up to Zidane. "No, no, no!" Piers yelled. "We're in a mansion looking for Heather, remember?"

"Why were you looking for Heather?" James asked.

"I was bringing her back from the dead," Zidane replied.

James frowned. "She's dead."

James turned to Piers.

"No, she isn't," Piers replied. "And you don't know her!" he yelled, pointing at Zidane. James looked back at Zidane. He shrugged. "Just wanted to be involved."

James smiled, relieved that this kid didn't think that he and Heather were a couple.

"Well, let's get out of here." James suggested.

"Not until we've found Heather!" Piers yelled.

Stomping sounds were then heard, which shook the ground.

"You guys, we have to go!" James said.

He ran out of the room and down the stairs. The others followed. They came to an open door. James saw nothing but open space.

"Where?" James said.

"I don't know," Zidane said.

James glanced around.

"Then it's in here," James said.

He walked towards the space. It was a circular room.

A giant hole was in the middle. James walked through. The others followed. James looked down. He was in a hallway.

"I don't recognize this place," James said.

He walked down the hallway carefully.

"Hello, we've been waiting for you," it was Shrek, who held an unconscious Heather at gun point. Next to him was Albert Wesker.

"Where's Chris?" Wesker asked.

"Dead," Piers growled.

"Oh, what a pity," Wesker said with no remorse. "It makes this last step easy."

He pointed a gun at Piers.

James lunged at Wesker. He was a giant of a man, much bigger than James. However, James was faster and grabbed Wesker's wrist. The two wrestled on the ground.

Neither one managed to get a clear shot. James was able to roll away, although he was injured, from the kicking and flailing that Wesker did.

In desperation, James grabbed a gun from a nearby table. The gun was old, and the hammer was cocked. James pulled the trigger. The hammer clicked, and the gun was empty.

"Hey!" James yelled.

"Give me the gun." Wesker held out his hand.

"If you want the gun, then give me the gun!" James narrowed his eyes. "You want the gun?" James said.

"What is this dialogue?" Zidane muttered in confusion.

Piers lunged at Shrek to save Heather.

Shrek used his gun to shoot Piers. James pointed his gun at Shrek.

"Give me the gun," James commanded.

Shrek did as James said.

James got to his feet. "Let's go."

"But what about that other guy?" Zidane asked, pointing at Piers.

James looked at Piers. The man was unconscious. James considered.

"We can't take him," James said.

"We can't leave him to die," Zidane said.

James considered this.

"Look," James said. "If we leave him here, he'll bleed out. We can take him along, but I need your help to do it. Will you help me?" James indicated the door.

Zidane nodded.

James led Piers out of the room.

"Come on," James said.

James and Zidane carried the unconscious Piers out of the room. James looked back.

Heather was still unconscious on the floor, Wesker was crying, and Shrek was confused. James left with his two remaining teammates, leaving the police to deal with the rest.

James looked at Piers, who began to come round.

"You okay?" James asked.

"I'll be fine," Piers said, groaning from the beating he took. "Let's go."


Yeah, it gets even weirder from here.

I'll say that trying to get something coherent out of AI Dungeon can be both easy and like trying to squeeze blood out of a stone. Sometimes it can be a fun writing partner, other times you're laughing because it just hilariously retconned something it, or you, just said.

It's all in good fun!

Improvements are appreciated, please tell me what I did right, wrong and how I can improve. If you would like, you could also favourite and follow this fic, as well as suggest areas of improvement, which I guess is the same as the first sentence. RR and thanks for reading!