[RE1] Albert Wesker x Reader - Revenge

Requested by StellaGamer332

It all started with a can of Pepsi.

Chris asked you to buy him a can of soda from the vending machine down the hall for the fifth time this week, and it was starting to piss you off. You had already wasted 7.50 on Chris' cans of soda, only to get nothing in return. If he asked you one more time, he was going to get it.

(-)

“Hey [Name], can you buy me a can of Pepsi?” Chris asked for the sixth time.

You rolled your eyes. “Again, Chris?”

“Please?” He begged. “I'm so thirsty!”

“Fine. You owe me one, Redfield.” You replied with an exasperated sigh, but inside you were fuming.

Six damn times he had to ask you to buy him a soda. Was Chris seriously that lazy?

It was payback time.

(-)

You walked down the hallway, taking your sweet time until you go to the vending machine, where you found your captain already standing there.

He bought a bag of chips before he noticed you standing to the side.

“Oh, good morning, [Name]. I didn't see you there.” Wesker greeted. “Did you need something?”

“Morning, captain. I just need to buy a soda.”

He raised an eyebrow. “This early in the morning? It's only 9:00.”

“It's not for me, it's for Chris.” You replied.

“I've seen you buy a can of soda here how many times this week... Five?”

“Six, actually.” You corrected. “Don't worry, Chris pretty much runs on Pepsi. Thing is, he's too lazy to get it himself.”

You paid for the drink, and as you picked it up from the dispenser, you got an idea.

A devious smirk appeared on your face as you vigorously shook the can of soda until you were sure that it would explode as soon as it was opened.

“Any explanation as to why you did that?” Wesker asked.

“Chris keeps asking me to buy him soda and I don't even get a thank you, so, this is payback.” You explained. “It's going to explode in his face as soon as he pops the top off.”

“That's a rather hilarious mental image.” Your captain remarked, the tiniest of smirks on his face. “Will you be giving him the soda any time soon?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I'm going to give it to him now. Come with me, his reaction will be hilarious.”

You lead Wesker back to the office, where Chris had been impatiently waiting.

“Hey, Wesker. Hey [Name]. What took so long?” He asked.

“I was having a conversation with the captain.” You replied. “Anyway, here's your soda. Pepsi, as usual.”

You flashed a wink to Wesker as the two of you eagerly waited for Chris to open the soda.

“Thanks.”

Chris cracked the soda open, and as soon as he did, a fountain of the sugary drink exploded out of the can, splashing him in the face.

You burst into laughter, with Wesker chuckling beside you.

After a moment of stunned silence, Chris slowly wiped his face off.

“[Name], was that on purpose?”

“Of course not, Chris, why would I ever do such a thing?” You said with faux innocence.

“Liar.” Chris shot back.

“Listen, you started it. You kept asking me to buy you a damn soda and I don't even get a thank you. Rude much?”

Chris rolled his eyes. “I'll pay you back if that's what you want.”

“You know me so well.” You remarked with a smirk. “You owe me 9 dollars.”

“9?! You're joking, right?”

“It's your soda, Chris!” You taunted in a sing-song voice. “Come on, pay up!”

(-)

Five minutes of harassing Chris later, you stood in your office, victoriously clutching your 9 dollars.

“You're evil, you know that?” You heard Wesker say from your doorway.

“I prefer the term passive-agressive, but sure.” You replied, shooting your captain a grin.

“Either way, I like it.”

“Really now?”You raised an eyebrow. “You should've seen what I did to Jill when she ate my lunch, 'by accident'.”

“Do tell.”

“Let's just say I rigged her chair to a few airhorns.”