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flamingskull28 · 8 months

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Here are the two new characters and the other half of the misfits (if I could draw, they would look different. maybe someday I will post what they look like in more detail. Also, I may add more things to their descriptions as the story progresses.)

Tony

Born and raised in inkopolis, he grew up in house by the pier. He was always labeled as a problem child due to his desires to be "cool" in the eyes of others leading him to adopt a Greaser like aesthetic and tone. When he got into high school, he found a group of like-minded people who, all together, became a major menace to the local area. Vandalism, shoplifting etc, they even made a "gang" which was just them but with an edgy name. Overtime they got into more and more trouble and began to do more than petty crimes. muggings, breaking and entering, and actual crimes. Tony, trying to fit in, went along with this even having to serve a month in juvey for assault. After a while, he began to back pedal on the "gang" idea after seeing how they weren't 'cool' they were just criminals. But despite his attempts to persuade his friends, they stayed on their path and pressured him into staying as well. He reluctantly did so, not wanting to be alone with no friends, despite the pleads of his parents. When the octolings started coming to the surface, he noticed that his friends were incredibly racist to them. Always singling them out and mocking them, with everything else they were doing it started to break him, not wanting to have no friends but not wanting to be a part of the gang. One day he spotted them cornering an octoling girl and mocking her, for how she looked, who she was, telling her that her kind should go back underground. eventually trying to beat her up, having enough he steps in and defends her. His "friends" don't take kindly to this and attack him. He tells the octoling to run but to his surprise, she begins beating seven bells out of them. He joins her in fending them off, still being surprised that someone being backed into a corner a few seconds ago was now fighting like a soldier. After the gang ran off and they began talking, she thanked him for (trying) to help her and told him her name was Vanessa. They became friends after this, hanging out and playing turf together (he was also surprised by her combat ability's there too) and making his fear of having no friend's a distant memory he also begins to develop feelings for her but fears losing the friendship so doesn't confess.

Age:16

Weapon: heavy splatting

personality: a mix of outgoing and laidback, with a "it is what it is" look on most things and a but childish.

fun facts:

He forced the accent he has so much, it became how he talked.

barely passing high school (its summer currently so he doesn't have to worry about that right now)

Has an octarin tattoo on his shoulder, Vanessa told him it meant "warrior of the shadows." but it actually means "Mark of the gullible fool" (she thought it was funny to trick him, which it is)

does community service to try and make up for some of his time in the gang.

basically, my only character on good standing with their parents

Will eat almost anything you give him

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Vanessa

Backstory: [REDACTED] please contact an official with class 8 access to view this file.

Age: 16

Weapon: splattershot

Personality: a bit shy to most but can quickly open up. Is the type with deep thoughts and a lot to say. Loves gossip.

Fun facts:

Is a super fan of off the hook, has almost all their merch and a signed copy of ebb and flow (oddly enough she will refuse to go to any fan meet and greet or backstage event where the band is. She refuses to talk about why)

Is a near master of hand-to-hand combat and stealth.

Loves anything strawberry flavored

Is an only child, but is unable to contact her parents since they stayed underground. (..... well that's the official story.)

Hates salty stuff

she is trans but is not public about it

#splatoon #a fresh start #splatoon oc #oc: Tony #oc: Vanessa #the misfits

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zombiekillerbiceps · 1 year

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Unsung - Chapter 1: Party in Raccoon City

Notes: Oh boy I'm really in the long haul now lol

Content: 3.5kish, Leon X OC, slow burn, gore, angst, violence, spooky/eerie scenes, spoilers for RER2, I mix original and remake lore so it's not fully accurate to either game and also events are a little squishy for Plot Reasons.

A rookie cop and a video store clerk make for an unlikely pair as Vanessa and Leon rely on each other to make their way through an over-run Raccoon City, enduring horrors and heartbreak that would forge an unbreakable bond. Covers roughly the first half of the second game.

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Gutshot wounds always look so goofy in the movies. But the stomach acid leaking into her surrounding organs didn't feel very fucking goofy.

September 26th, 1998. The day the Raccoon City Incident stopped feeling like a bad dream. Things got bad so quickly. The water was the first to go. The power followed shortly behind. Vanessa's mom got bit trying to get them clean water. Their fridge smelled like rotting food and without any way to wash their can opener, their only way of eating safe food was starting to grow mold. The air smelled like smoke from some near by building burning into nothing. They couldn't stay there.

When it was clear her time with her mom was up, she took her sister and tried to get help from a neighbor.

And then it was just her.

She remembered hearing the police station was managing to hold down some order on the radio and she didn't feel like she had a lot of options. It took her days to work up the courage to go. She would pace the abandoned living room, hands shaking uncontrollably every time she reached for the door knob. But she knew she couldn't stay. It was in an alley just outside the police station where she was pinned down by one of the undead. It's body was stiff but inexplicably strong. The side of his face was rotting off the bone. The white of the ocular bone stood out against the grey flesh falling off it. It let out a choking groan as it tried to bring it's grotesque, stinking face to tear her throat out. There was a splatter of blood and it dropped.

Vanessa looked in the direction of the gunshot. His blonde hair was falling into his face, his cheeks already splattered with blood. He was wearing an RPD police jacket, his blue eyes scared, but unhesitant.

"Good thing I came along, huh?" his voice wavered a little when he tried to make a joke, lowering the gun as he did. A poor attempt at coping with humour.

He approached her, looking behind him once as he did, and put his hand on her elbow. His touch was gentle and warm, his expression serious and concerned. Beneath that there was a trace of relief, likely just as glad as she was to see someone alive. "Are you alright?"

Vanessa swallowed, then shrugged. What could she say? She looked down at the zombie at their feet and wanted to say something helpful or reassuring, but it felt like her words were stuck in her throat.

"Picked a stupid outfit to die in," she managed. His eyes widened at the morbidity of her humour, but glancing down at the hideous, orange bubble vest, he couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Come on," he said, "more will come."

"Are you going to the police station?" she asked, following him. He nodded, a strand of hair falling into his face. "Is it safe there?"

He turned to look at her. She could tell he wanted to say something comforting, but he settled on honesty.

"You'll be safe with me."

That was true, for the most part. He kept her tucked behind him when they were confronting zombies, except when he couldn't. He kept her in front of him when Mr. X found them. He taught her how to shoot, how to bandage a wound, how to block and how to find good cover. When she got enough practice, she tried to look out for him too. Though she was armed with nothing but a steel pipe for a good portion of their time in the RPD, she did her best to pry zombies off him when they got a hold on him. The cop's name was Leon Kennedy. He was good man, she thought. For a cop.

They were taking stock in the STARS office, waiting out the heavy clomping of Mr. X's boots around the area. The heavy, ever-present stomping of his massive frame made the entire station feel oppressive. He was always right where they didn't want him to be, and when he laid eyes on them, there was so little they could do to shake him. He never tired, never got injured. A constant, looming threat that was always, always just behind them. Terminator type shit.

She wondered who these people once were while they looted their desks. A stuffed fish above one with an NRA magazine, one with a beret and a picture of a handsome looking man, one at the very back with a medical bag... they were all so lived in. Then they were just... up and abandoned. Vanessa wondered if they'd killed any of them. If these people who were trained in special tactics turned, what chance did she and Leon have?

"I found a letter over here," she said, picking up a letter with a European stamp. "It's from some guy named Chris...?"

"Redfield?"

"Doesn't say. Small office though, probably not too many Chris's that work for STARS." Her eyes scanned the letter while Leon searched the medical bag for first aid spray. "I think it's in code. He's talking about... Umbrella, I think."

"So, he thought Umbrella was behind this?" Leon wondered out loud.

"It's addressed to a Jill. Maybe she did too."

Leon's eyebrows stitched together as he thought about it, searching his memory, before finally saying;

"Oh, shit. Those were some of the survivors of the Arklay Mansion Murders."

"Oh, shit," she remembered when the news about those murders broke. "Umbrella must have been behind that, too."

The clomping of heavy boots sounded again nearby. The sound made her want to scream - an action that would be certain death. She and Leon shared a look; a nod, as a silent agreement to be quiet. She sat down in front of the desk with the beret on it and Leon sat next to her. His elbows rested on his knees. His head rested against the desk. He looked exhausted. She mirrored him, pulling her knees up to her chest, hugging them instead. Her chin rested on the knee that wasn't swollen and bruised.

"How did you survive this long?" Leon asked quietly. Wearily. The distant look in his eyes was equal parts concerning and recognizable.

"Hiding, mostly," she admitted. "My uh... my little sister has these really sensitive taste buds. We have to- had to- buy the kid's bubble gum toothpaste for her cause the mint one is too 'spicy'. She hates the taste of tap water, so the three of us just got used to drinking bottled water."

"Are they..."

"No. I mean, yeah, technically. But they're still like, around. Probably still roaming the apartment complex. I couldn't..."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," Leon said. She bit back tears; talking about them reopened the wound, but the compassion in his voice made her want to cry. "I uh. I lost my family too. Before all this."

"I'm sorry," she said. She reached out and squeezed one of his hands.

The door opened and Vanessa snapped her hand away. She fumbled for the pipe discarded at her side, but Leon was already kneeling on one knee, gun drawn and aimed. Claire raised her hands to her chest. Both Vanessa and Leon relaxed.

"Oh, we found this." Leon got up and handed Claire the letter. Their hands brushed when Claire took it. She read it once, then again.

"Thank you," she said, so sincere. A stab of jealousy threatened to fracture Vanessa's ribs, followed by guilt - must be nice to know your sibling's alive. Leon nodded, staring into Claire's eyes like it would save him from this shitty night.

Vanessa found the carpet suddenly very interesting. Their chemistry always made it feel like she was watching something she shouldn't be.

She spent most of her time in the RPD with Marvin. Vanessa learned it was supposed to be Leon's first day on the force - they got cake and everything - before things went to shit.

She knew he was bit. So did Leon, even if he didn't want to accept what that meant. She knew he was going to die. And then he was going to turn. So, she kept him company while he was still human. He told her about how Chief Irons ran off with some poor girl, and his Chief Deputy died. Marvin also told her about their efforts with Raccoon SWAT to try and establish the area around the station as a safe zone. He told her how that failed. When they tried to draw back, they were simply overwhelmed. He tried to cut off the better parts of the station from the parts completely overrun, but all it did was cut survivors off from safe passage and communication. He was the one that closed the shutters and diverted power to conserve it. He watched the cameras and tried to help survivors too.

He just tried so hard to protect people, and it seemed everything they did only exhausted and divided them. He managed to save a single truck full of people when he was attacked - Vanessa suspected that was the person he couldn't put down.

She told him about how she survived. How she heard the station was safe, and if it wasn't for him keeping the main hall secure, she and Leon and Claire would probably be dead too.

He showed her pictures of his wife and kid. So proud. She tried to commit them to memory. It felt important that at least someone remembered them.

He was practical. He thought of solutions, always looking for the next path to survival. Vanessa liked that about him. He didn't give up even when it was clear he'd been beat. He was the one that told them about the passage underground that might help them escape.

Vanessa was closest to him when he turned. He attacked her, and Leon had to put him down. He didn't hesitate, just like Marvin told them. It broke both their hearts.

She took his gun off his corpse to protect herself going forward. She wasn't a good shot, but it was better than nothing. In reality, though, she didn't take the gun just to fend for herself. She took it because she admired Marvin and she didn't want to forget him.

"So, what did you do before all this?" Leon asked, making conversation as they made their cautious way through the secret tunnel.

"Uh, let's see. Dropped out of high school to help my mom pay bills. I worked at the Redstone Video right beside the subway station, got to be assistant manager just a week after my 18th birthday. Really on my way to accomplishing great things."

"Sounds like it," he said sarcastically. "What about for fun?"

"Watch movies, mostly," she said. She thumbed the rough grip on Marvin's gun as they talked. This place was fucking eerie, but conversation helped keep her mind off it. "I had a crush on this guy who worked at the CD store across the street, sometimes we'd go to see local bands and stuff. I go on this message board for urban legends, too."

"I can't stand those," Leon said.

"Message boards?"

"No, urban legends. Ghost stories. They freak me out."

"Probably won't be freaked out by much when we get out of this," she said. "Hey, think you can push that cabinet back a bit so I can squeeze through? I can help push it on the other side."

Leon complied, pushing the heavy cabinet enough that she could squeeze through. She hadn't even stood to her full height when a freight train slammed into her.

The wind was knocked out of her so hard she thought her lungs had collapsed. She struggled to get air in her lungs while something hard and fleshy lifted her into the air. She distantly heard Leon screaming her name, and then she was being tossed over a railing. Her body slammed against something hard enough to crack something in her shoulder. At least it broke her fall a bit.

She wound up flat on her back, chest convulsing for need of air and panic. Her vision blurred but she could see her attacker's feet moving towards her. She thought the rotting corpses were bad, but this thing was on a whole other fucking level. Once a man in a lab coat but a grotesque growth overtook one of his arms and the side of his face. He screamed, running at her.

She wanted to get up and run, but her muscles wouldn't move.

Breathe.

Fucking BREATHE.

Finally her lungs took in air. Sweet, sweet oxygen flooded her lungs and, like a switch, her body came back to life. She managed to scramble to her knees and crawl behind a massive steel drum as a pipe slammed into the tile where she was just seconds ago.

"Vanessa!" Leon screamed again, putting his hands on the railing.

"Wait, no!" She yelled back, but her voice came out weak, and then he was leaping over the railing to the ground below.

Vanessa rolled under another attack. She was on her feet now. Adrenaline overtook her system, fight or flight kicking in as her sneakers pounded against the tile.

"What the fuck is this thing?!" she screamed, sliding beneath a mess of piping while it's arm slammed down on it, barely missing her. She snapped her head up.

"It's not going to stop!" Leon called out to her, firing a few shots at the thing. Vanessa watched the bullets land in it's skull, but it didn't seem phased.

Oh. Fuck.

"Watch it!" she yelled as the thing turned away from her to engage him instead.

It walked through Leon's fury of headshots like he was merely throwing rocks at it. Leon backed away, and then they were out of her line of sight.

She sprinted down the hallway, catching only glimpses of them between piping and steel drums. It's arm was freaking out like an independent animal. Pumping, pulsing, stretching. An eye opened in it's bicep?! Then it wrapped a clawed hand around Leon's waist and lifted him up in the air like he weighed nothing.

She turned the corner and dropped to one knee, just like Leon taught her to do to steady her shot. She held her breath while she aimed, then squeezed the trigger. A stream of blood and ocular fluid erupted from it's misplaced eye. It dropped Leon and roared.

It started swinging the pipe viciously, screaming in pain and rage.

Vanessa was in the flurry of it before she had time to think about what a bad idea that was. She hooked her arm under Leon's and half-dragged him out of there. He was on his feet by the time they turned a corner, both of them panting with effort.

"I don't think words are gonna work on this thing," Leon joked.

"Really? Thought all rational debates started with swinging a pipe," Vanessa retorted through her heavy breathing. They looked at each other, hands shaking, listening to this thing slam metal and piping with harsh, metallic reverb.

"Those pipes are putting off a lot of heat," she observed. "I have an idea. Are you with me?"

Leon nodded. She took a deep breath and peered around the corner, trying to locate the thing in the lab coat. She tracked it's movements, guessed which way it would go, and took aim. Deep breath, hold, slow exhale. A bullet grazed the bottom of a pipe. It burst, erupting in hot steam directly in the thing's face. It screamed again, the area around it obscured in steam. She gestured with her chin for Leon to go one way before she hooked around the other.

They pincer attacked the thing, one hitting from one side while the other came up the back. When it got a little too close, she'd pop another pipe, and their positions would be obscured again.

It went on like that for what felt like forever, a slog of bullets, blood, steam, and nearly getting brained by a fucked up hulking mass of eyes and pulsating veins.

They finally got it down. Vanessa approached to land what she prayed would be a final blow but hesitated. The eyes that looked up at her were... pleading. Its human hand came up and gripped the bottom of her shirt, its mouth open to say something but only able to gargle. There was something still human inside it, and it felt like he was begging her to kill him. Leon was the one that shot him, and that humanity drained out of it instantly. It fled, leaping over a railing to whatever lay below.

A shudder rocked Vanessa's body as the adrenaline crashed. She backed up against a wall and slid down it, Leon following her. They sat shoulder to shoulder, Leon resting his head against the wall, while Vanessa held hers in her hands. She couldn't stop seeing it... human eyes begging her to end it.

She looked at Leon out of the corner of her eye. Head tilted back, mouth parted to get more air, sweat shimmering on his skin... his eyes fluttered open and he looked back at her.

"Thanks for having my back back there," she said. He just smiled.

"We should get going before that thing comes back."

She nodded breathlessly. She wasn't ready to get back up, but he was right. He stood first, reaching out his hand to help her up. She accepted. He pulled her to her feet with relative ease.

Just then, a ladder dropped down in the corner of the room. A flash of red, and then it's gone. She and Leon looked at each other, then shrugged.

When his back was turned, she rolled her shoulder and tried not to wince. The pain kept her focused at least. Kept her mind off rotting flesh and pulsing veins and human eyes.

#Re2r fanfic #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #leon x oc #OC: Vanessa #Resident Evil 2 fanfic #Self indulgent fanfic #If you get the reference in the title lmk lmao #I don't even know how to tag this tbh #Listen it's going to be a really slow start I need to set up a lot for the middle chapters to have an effect please stick with me #If you liked this consider leaving a comment! I'm like... still gonna post the next chapters regardless but it would be fun to pretend like #I'm writing for an audience and not 100% for me #fic: unsung

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