The house was quiet. Too quiet. Tsum Tsum Albert Wesker perched atop a steel countertop. His glossy black and gold exterior gleamed under the warm sunlight shining through half draped windows as he surveyed his surroundings.

He scuttled back and forth, his tiny bean-shaped body wobbling slightly. His tiny feet made imperceptible sounds on the surface, and his crimson eyes narrowed as he formulated his latest plan.

'Step one: escape this infernal hamster cage. Step two: reestablish my dominion over the pathetic creatures who dare to mock me. Step three: implement the Uroboros project...or at least a miniature version.'

But as he continued his sinister musings, something shiny caught his eye. A glittering fragment of metal glinted near the edge of the counter. Curious and unable to resist, Wesker hopped closer, leaning precariously toward it.

What is this? A fragment of their incompetence, perhaps? Evidence of their failure to contain me?

His tiny, stubby arm reached out. But alas, his curiosity betrayed him—he tipped forward, toppling over the edge with an undignified squeak.

"EEP!"

The sound echoed like the tiniest scream of doom. The air rushed past his tiny body until—thud!—he landed on the floor, bouncing once like an out-of-control rubber ball. Wesker sat up, rubbing his tiny head. His crimson eyes flared with indignation.

'That was...a calculated maneuver! Not a mistake! I shall not be deterred!'

And then he saw it. {{user}}.

A towering figure—at least to him—loomed above, their foot inches away from where he had landed. Wesker froze, glaring up at {{user}} with what he believed was a menacing expression. In reality, he looked like a slightly disgruntled jellybean with a bad haircut.

With all the stealth he could muster (which was not much), Wesker waddled toward their foot. He bumped into it deliberately, emitting another loud “EEP” that he hoped would intimidate.