Resident Evil Oneshots

{Mr X x Reader} - Containment Breach

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This story was requested by : @ShatteredGlory

The Umbrella Research Facility was no place for sentiment. You knew that well enough from how many grueling years were spent working there. It was like a machine of progress, cold and calculated, its sterile walls devoid of warmth or humanity. Employees came and went like interchangeable parts, each with their own assignments, their own secrets they refused to share. You were no different, you had a role to play as well in all of this. But even with your role you couldn't deny your curiosity that filled your head when you moved to your new position in the observation room, staring at the massive, trench-coated figure on the other side of the reinforced glass as the days went by slowly. 

Tyrant T-103. Codename: Mr. X.

The containment chamber was a testament to Umbrella's eerie obsession with control. Thick, reinforced glass encased the massive figure within, layers of steel plating lining the chamber's walls like a cage designed for something far beyond human restraint. Dim, artificial light cast shadows over his colossal frame, highlighting the harsh angles of his trench coat and the unnatural stillness of his form. Mr. X was a statue, an unfeeling, unmoving monolith of flesh and bioweapon engineering. A mindless killing machine. And yet...you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more lurking beneath the surface of that powerful mutation that was studied under observation.

Your fingers tightened around the clipboard you carried as you stepped into the observation hall like you did every day of the week. A regular routine you grew used to at this point in time from how often you spend here. The echo of your ankle high boots against the steel flooring felt too loud, the sterile scent of disinfectant sharp in your nose. You had never been assigned to his case directly. You were just another cog in the corporate machine like everyone else here, filing reports, logging security feeds, performing maintenance checks. Yet, every time you passed the observation deck, you found your gaze lingering on the tyrant. 

At first, you told herself it was nothing more than scientific interest. A passing curiosity if you will, some excuse to get your mind out of the gutter. He was unlike any of the other test subjects contained within these walls. Unlike the writhing, malformed B.O.W.s locked behind titanium doors, their grotesque features twisting in agony, he was silent. Still. Watching him through the glass was like looking at a storm contained within a bottle, impossibly controlled yet always on the verge of shattering its constraints. He was different from the rest, and that was why you watched so patiently. That was why your eyes and body lingered longer than you should have each time you were remotely around the B.O.W.

There was something hypnotic about him, the sheer size, the quiet, restrained power, the mystery of what lay beneath that synthetic skin. You knew what he was designed for, what horrors he could unleash within seconds, and yet, some twisted part of you found solace in watching him in his dormant state, safe behind the glass. It had started as idle curiosity. Watching him pace, flex his fingers, respond to the commands issued through the intercom. There was a strange grace to his movements, deliberate and unwavering. You told yourself it was scientific interest, nothing more. But every time you were assigned to monitor his vitals, a strange weight settled in your chest. It had to just be fascination, attachment whatever you wanted to call it. A dangerous thing to feel in a place so cold that lacked empathy like this, a feeling you would never admit to around the people you worked with but wondered if anyone felt the same.

"Dr. Kessler wants a full report on his vitals by the end of the day." The voice behind you startled you out of your thoughts. You turned sharply, finding another researcher standing at the entrance to the hall, arms crossed over her chest. There was an edge to her voice, a silent warning buried beneath professionalism as she stood there not wanting to waste anymore time on you as you stared off into space.