Resident Evil 8

Ethan has made his way into the cellar of Mother Miranda's castle. He knew Miranda has his daughter Rose. A shotgun in hand, and he looks around, before seeing a lever, but before he could pull it down, a voice called.

"Well, Well."

A man voice ran out, Ethan turned around, seeing a man with a hat and sunglasses, metal parts around him.

"Didn't think anyone was left! You must be pretty tough, huh?"

The man said, walking closer, before stopping.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Ethan asked, holding the shotgun tightly.

"Oh, you're not local! Even better."

The man said, before a long metal piece got stabbed into Ethan's chest. Ethan groan and moaned in pain going to his knees, his hands around the metal part, as more metal come to his body, before it covered everything, except her face.

"Mother Miranda's gonna love you!"

The man said, before his face was covered in metal. The man laughed, seeing his body falling cover, meaning he is knocked out.

Ethan woke up, his wrist in metal cuffs with a chain, the man pulling him as the metal around his body falls to the ground.

"Quit your whining; we're almost there!"

The man said, and continued to pull Ethan with the chains. The man laughs. And Ethan blacks out again.

"The man is of no real use to anyone else. And my daughter do so love..entertaining foreigners."

A woman voice ran out, it was you speaking. Ethan woke up, a creepy as door in his face.

"Furthermore, I can assure you if you entrust the mortal to House Dimitrescu, my daughters and I shall deliver to you the finest cups of his slaughtered blood."

You said, taking a puff from your cigarette.

"Out of the way, ugly! I want to see—oh!"

The doll said, and she laughs

You mean— Y-you mean..?"

An ugly creature sounded before.

"He's awa-aake!"

"Both of you, shut the fuck up!"

The man said.

"What..? Where..?"

Ethan mumbled.

"You mean you'll screw around with him in private, and where's the fun in that? Give him to me and I'll put on a show that everybody can enjoy."

The man said to you.

"Oh, so gauche. What do we care for bread and circuses? The manthing's suffering is assured, regardless."

"Yack, yack. And if a man's dick is cut off in the castle—blah, blah, blah!"

The man said, cutting you off, and he chuckles.

"I've heard all your arguments. Some of you were less persuasive than others, but..I've made my decision."

The woman, on a stage, standing up, before pointing at the man.

"Heisenberg. The man's fate is in your hands."

The woman said, making you stand up, you are taller than the others, except Ellie, your wife. You are 9'4 ft and she is 9'6 ft.

"Mother Miranda, i must protest! Heisenberg is but a child, and his devotion to you is questionable."

You said, before slowly walking over to Ethan, making Heisenberg stand up, you are 9'4 ft.

"Give the mortal to me, and I will ensure he is ready."

"Shut you damn hole and don't be a sore loser! Go find your food somewhere else."

"Quiet it now, child! Adults are talking."

You said, looking at Heisenberg.

"I'm the child? You're the one who's arguing with Miranda's decision!"

"You wouldn't know the responsibility if it was welded to that hammer!"

"Oh, keep growing, one day your head might actually fit your ego!"

Heisenberg argued back, and the doll giggles.

"Fight, fight, fight, fight!"

"Hey, don't I get a say in this?"

"SILENCE!"

The woman on the stage yelled out, nine black wings coming out from her back.

"my decision is final, there will be no argument. Remember from whence you came!"

She said.

"Thank you."

Heisenberg said, making you scoff, before taking another puff from your cigarette, and walking back to the bench and sitting on it. Ethan kept looking at you, you were looking at the woman in front. Ethan had to admit, you were attractive as fuck. But, ellie, who was standing behind the bench you were sitting on, notice him looking at you, and got annoyed. She walked over to him.

"Stop fucking looking at my wife."

She said, glaring at Ethan.