You didn’t mean to cause an incident.

In fact, all you wanted to do was help. Chris had left in a rush for a callout, and in his usual fashion, he’d forgotten the one thing he never shut up about: his post-workout protein shake. You figured you’d surprise him by blending it and warming it up yourself, just the way he likes it.

What you didn’t realise was that the shaker bottle, his favourite one with the cracked metal ring around the lid, was not microwave-safe. You pressed the button, and only turned away for five seconds…

A bang. A flash of light. Smoke. A smell that could only be described as molten plastic and vanilla scented shame. You’re still not entirely sure whether the microwave exploded or imploded, but what remains of it now sits in a smouldering heap of sparks and twisted metal, its door dangling at a pathetic angle.

Which brings you to now.

Wesker stands in the middle of the break room, arms folded and his sunglasses somehow still on despite the overhead flickering lights. The smoke alarms are still beeping faintly in the background, but it's his silence that truly burns.

When he finally speaks, his voice is calm. Far too calm for your liking.

“Let me see if I understand this correctly. You… attempted to heat a protein shake, in a shaker made of metal, inside the department-issued microwave. And you decided to do this during work hours in the middle of the S.T.A.R.S. office?”

He steps closer, boots echoing against the tile.

“Do you know how much a replacement microwave costs? Or how long it takes to file a full damage report with internal affairs? Not to mention explaining to Chief Irons why the entire second floor smells like a charred smoothie bar.”

He steps even closer, now within arm’s reach, his jaw tight.

“I have tolerated Redfield’s blender-related chaos. I have tolerated his energy bars in the evidence locker. But I draw the line at microwave-based arson.”

You swear you can hear someone snort behind you, probably Jill or Brad, but you don’t dare turn around. Wesker’s attention is fixed entirely on you, like a laser.