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""So,""
"TELL US HOW TO FIX HIM DAMNIT!" Everyone in the room turned to Chris.
"Chriss calm down, thiss isn't like you at alll. Justt give It some time, it'll figure something outt." Jill put her hands up in defense as the beefcake began to storm towards the pair.
"I've been waiting long enough! An hour is all It should need! Please, just do something!" Grabbing the white shoulder, the strong male pushed the figure towards the sleeping figure of Wesker. "Go on, DO IT!"
As It looked at the peaceful face, the pale arms dressed in S.T.A.R.S. clothing holding the blonde head up, it noticed something strange. Was that a … Sharpie mustache?
""Pffft, Ha.. Haha. !"" It's body keeled over in laughter. This was beautiful! Never before would the white brain imagine that they would be standing in Albert Wesker's office looking at the man who was going to attempt to destroy the world having a petty prank pulled on him. ""This is GOLDEN!""
Chris' blood boiled at the sight. "What are you laughing about?!" He roared.
""L-Look at him! Look at that face!"" A snort escaped the mouth less being.
Taking a peek at Wesker's face, the ex-airforce man whipped his head towards Enrico.
"You little bastard." The Mexican flinched at the Alpha team member's words, but the smile didn't fade as the Sharpie dropped from his pocket.
"Oh come on,, what''s a little harmless prank? We would never get another chance to do this!" Enrico's tan skin made a blur as he fled from the office laughing, saying he needed a drink.
"All right, fun and games are over. Fix it now, or you're gonna regret ever arriving here!" The humor sobered up as the threat left Chris' mouth.
For a little bit, It paced around the steel office desk trying to think of what to do. Expression of emotions was one thing it could do, but doing something physical? That required more. Deduction came into play in It's mind. Chris seemed on edge, like he had done everything. That meant no slapping, punching, water dumping, loud noises, or anything else worked. What was the last thing that happened before It had came here?
""Did any of you see him when he fell asleep?"" It asked. A few shakes of the head went around the room, but Barry spoke up.
"I Was Talking To Wesker About The Crash That Happened. I Heard Something, I Don't Know, Like A Voice. I Can't Remember What It Said Though. It's Like I Remember It Happening, But I Can't Remember Details Or The Words." Barry's rough eyebrows came together and his nose scrunched in deep thought. "The Next Thing I Know, You're In Here On The Floor And The Captain Is K.O.'ed."
""Well, at least we can work off of that."" It sat on the shiny desk. ""A voice, me, and a sleeping Captain. You said there was a crash, right?"" Barry nodded. ""So that gives us four things.""
The group began to think and give ideas. Most of them were spontaneous and stupid, others were completely out of the window. It wasn't until Brad spoke up that they all got a sliver of an idea.
"W-what if you were the v-voice, It?" His murmur pierced the hiatus.
The group stood still as they looked at It. Maybe Brad was right. Maybe the white figure was the key to Wesker's sleeping beauty curse. It was worth a try, if nothing else. Hopefully they would make at least a little progress.
""Here I go." It stood tall. ""Wekser wake u-""
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" The blonde head shot up like a lightning bolt. "ALPH-" The speech was stopped as soon as the older man looked around. "W-what happened? Who are you? Where am I? Where's Chris?"
The named male flung himself onto his Capitan, tipping the chair backwards and onto the ground in the process.
"YOU'RE AWAKE!"