(A/N) More of this shit! I think this chapter is a bit on the shorter side, but it's still got AI goofiness, so there's that.
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, and Final Fantasy IX and NieR:Automata belong to SQUARE ENIX.
Chapter 2: A Captain's Funeral
A few days had passed since the incident. Wesker and Shrek were arrested, and Heather was safe and sound. The same couldn't be said about Chris. Heather was stood in front of his grave, blinking tears out of her eyes. James and Piers were next to her, calmly explaining the wacky adventure they went on to get her back. Zidane, that teenager they met, was just awkwardly stood to the side, not wanting to disturb the moment.
"I can't believe Chris is dead," Heather sighed sadly.
James looked at the grave.
"Me neither," he said.
The police had found some vials of an unknown substance underneath the mansion, most likely some sort of virus. They also found files regarding a third party who's located in Spain. If Chris was alive, he would immediately be investigating it and that's what James and his group of rejects were going to do.
"Let's not let Chris' sacrifice be in vein," Piers said solemnly. "Say your goodbyes and let's get going to the airport."
With that, he hopped into his car.
Heather turned to James.
"Are you going to be okay?" she asked. "You've even acting strange lately."
James shrugged. "I'll be fine." James got into his car. He looked at Heather. "Drive safe."
Heather nodded.
James shut the door.
"I'm going to call you if I need you," James said.
James looked at Piers.
"I'm going to go ahead and call you Big Red," Piers said. "Just remember that I'm not on your side."
The two shook hands.
James looked at Zidane.
"I'm going to go call you Ziz," Zidane said.
"Ziz?" James asked, confused. "As in...?"
"Ziz, like Zenowicz," Zidane said, pointing at his chest.
James looked at Piers.
"No," James said.
"Then what would you call me?"
James smiled.
"I don't know. How about Ozzy?" James shrugged.
"Nope."
James pointed at his stomach. "Wesker." James indicated himself.
Zidane laughed. "I'm calling you Ziz," he said.
James nodded.
James looked at Zidane's outstretched hand.
"How about we shake hands?" he said.
"Okay."
James and Zidane shook hands.
"Go ahead." James pointed at his chest.
"Zenowicz," Zidane said, pointing at him.
James pointed at Zidane.
"Ziz."
James and Zidane shook hands again.
James looked at Piers, who was looking around.
"What?" James asked.
"Nothing," Piers said.
James looked at his old friend.
"Okay, let's get going," he said. "We've got a lot to do."
James started the car.
Right, so I don't know what was going on at the end there. The name "Ziz" is there for a few chapters, but the owner of the nickname gets confusing. That's AI Dungeon for you!
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. R&R and thanks for reading!
