Last Time I Went On Two Weeks Of Vacation After Working Non Stop For DECADES, A Fucking WAR Broke Out

“Last time I went on two weeks of vacation after working non stop for DECADES, a fucking WAR broke out and none of them had the bright idea to ask for my help.”

“Now I want to go to a Halloween party. I have the perfect dress, yet something tells me Earth will be trashed while I'm gone. Because that golden midget, teeth fetish freak, frozen twink, mutant kangaroo, Russian grandpa and the always silent fucker can't do SHIT without me.”

And she hasn't even started screaming in fright. Cindy was more than satisfied with this outcome, even though the buzz in the back of her mind urged her to sink her claws into flesh. A silent smirk at the question, her hands disappeared from the table as she spun the chair around to have her facing her.

“First off, to warn you. Military activity in the area has been increasing along with the number of dead. Not often I'm this courteous.” Cindy grinned, a display of two rows of too sharp teeth.

“Secondly, I want to know if you know me. If you do, what do you plan to do with that information?” she asked almost as if they were discussing the weather while she swiftly took back the Umbrella logo. She was sure the woman will remember it.

“Oh and if you try to run, lie or alert anyone, I will slit your throat.”

@phoenixborn​ said:  Get ready for resident evil/walking dead Cindy for poor Agent Two as foreshadowing

With the outside world slowly turning hell itself, bypassing security systems became a child’s play. The living weapon had caught the information that a young agent dug deep enough, finding out the human tests, their results and her.

Probably the most unnerving was how silent Cindy could move despite the…upgrade. The predator soundlessly approached the woman working at her desk even after dark. Good. No witnesses, especially not with the cut wires of the security cameras. Her arms caged the woman seemingly out of nowhere, trapping her in the chair.

“Easy.” her voice steady with a slight grit, the metallic blades of her right hand glinting in the lamplight “If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead already.” not too reassuring, but still better than nothing

“What you have found put you in great danger. The virus is spreading rapidly, soon this city will be evacuated if not overrun first. Don’t trust anyone wearing this logo.” with that, the Project tossed a slightly bloodied fabric onto the table, the infamous white and red umbrella glowing like a warning sign on the cloth

Two had no idea what she had gotten herself into. As the world was going to absolute shit, she was desperate to find what the source was. While everyone else was looking for a scientific reason, she, of course, tried to find if there was a supernatural cause.

Even with hos silent Cindy was being, the agent knew something felt…off. But she couldn’t quite place why until it was too late. She froze when two arms caged her in between a body and her desk. Two could tell it was at least a woman’s voice. Yet, despite the “assurance,” her eyes darted to the blades and she swallowed nervously.

Her attention was drawn to the bloodied fabric the woman tossed on the desk. She knew that logo. She didn’t necessarily work for that department but she knew of them. “G-Good to know…” She whispered, a slight tremble in her voice. “W-What d’ya what from me…?”

A few things to clarify: I haven’t played any of the games - so this is mainly movie based-, my knowledge of them is quite vague but I’m always open to learn more about it! Some things might not make sense biology vise (I tried though :,) ) but hey this is a zombie apocalypse AU-

Before all Hell broke loose:

From a gymnast to a champion in illegal fights, Cindy’s life always revolved around physical fitness, martial arts and adrenaline fueled duels. Traditional, legal contests didn’t provide enough, -she decided after winning a krav maga and taekwondo championship- she would’ve been restricted to using only one style, couldn’t have blazed to her full potential. Instead, she entered illegally organized fights, her acrobatics combined with speed and strength turned out to be a devastatingly amazing combination. She was quick, agile yet brutal; she lived for the overwhelming feeling of adrenaline bursting through her veins accompanied by the audience’s deafening roar as she pulled off impossible kicks, not giving a flying fuck about laws of physics or gravity. Her wild talent and bloodthirst had gone quite famous in the wrong circles, many would’ve killed for a mercenary or an assassin like her but she only wanted to enjoy her throne as the best fighter.

It came like a lightning strike: a bullet tearing through her spinal chord at the lumbar region, between the L2 and L3 vertebra, remaining lodged deep inside her body. It was the first time when Cindy truly felt pure terror, her legs didn’t respond no matter how her iron will struggled. In a split second she lost everything what defined her, her passion, her lifestyle and nearly her sanity. She kept visiting doctors, professors but she received the same answer every time: even if they can take the bullet out without causing further damage and by some miracle she would be capable of walking, she would never be able to execute those kicks again.

The maddening cycle was broken when she was visited by the Umbrella, they offered a new type of treatment that will heal her damaged tissue and restore her to her full glory; of course Cindy accepted it.

Calm before the storm:

She was skeptical, afraid to hope and fail yet again; not long after she was admitted to one of the Umbrella facility, her operation was scheduled quite quickly. The speed of the process stirred some suspicion in her, but nothing mattered as long as she will be whole again or dies on the operating table.

The serum, the T-virus did as it was promised, it reformed the damaged tissue with a catch: their structure was changed into similar material to steel. When awoken from the surgery Cindy didn’t understand the excess amount of safety measures, the restraints; it was explained with preventing symptoms similar to epilepsy which might occur.

Cindy rarely cries especially in front of people. But when she could move, her walls crumbled. Her primary caretaker was a woman named Monica, she helped her experimenting with physiotherapy, diet, workouts. She was supportive and kind, though sometimes her eyes were overshadowed by strange kind of pain.

Project Reaper.

Set during 1-2-3 parts of the films

News of the outside world haven’t reached the facility, an another small detail which awakened her senses yet she hushed the feeling, after all it was the Umbrella whom healed her.

After Alice had gone rouge, the Umbrella realized they need someone, something similar to her for protection in case of a possible attack. When Cindy was first addressed as Project Reaper by the doctor operating her, to her utmost confusion; after the explanation of what is inside her, that part of her back never felt more alien. She had became a prisoner, other doctors referred to her as Project Undefeated, but the acknowledgement of her achievements haven’t eased her the slightest. Tests of why the T virus haven’t transformed her began, along with the attempts of ripping away her free will. Cindy was allowed to train however she wished, after all, her knowledge of combat was the reason that she was there, Monica remained her caretaker, though the relationship tainted by the betrayal.

One day a blonde man was waiting for her, he possessed speed, accuracy and extraordinary prediction of movements Cindy had never seen or been up against, yet she still lasted surprisingly long. The fight ended with him shattering most of the bones in her right arm and her passing out from the agony.

When she woke up, her whole arm was covered by the metallic tissue, instead fingers she had razor sharp claws and sudden, almost overwhelming crave for meat.

After they realized how to bring the T virus to the surface, Cindy knew they were very close to erasing the remaining parts of her.

The Reckoning:

One day Monica burst into her cell, confirming her suspicion that the marksman ruining her spine worked for the Umbrella. But now they planned to paralyze her from the neck below so the virus will almost completely engulf her during the healing process and she will be easier to control, to use against Alice or other serious threats. This was the day when Cindy used all of her collected knowledge of the layout and with the help of Monica she escaped but not without massacring as many as she could. Claws morphed into blades, spiked tendrils shot from her shoulders, but she was far from her full potential.

The state of the world was just as how Cindy imagined, she had seen both zombies and B.O.W.s at the facility; her objective was to survive and control the monster pounding at the doors of her sanity. She is driven by rage, vengeance at the suffering brought on her and the world, determined to not stop until she severed all of the heads whom are responsible for this.

After learning how, she can call upon the virus engulfing her as an armor and weaponry: spikes, sharp tendrils. It will retreat back inside her body, but her right arm will always be remain covered by it. If she’s injured in any way, the virus will regenerate the damaged tissue and like on her arm, it won’t retreat.

Additional info

Morally? Questionable at best.

Cindy in most AUs despite her violent ways, has a heroic undertone, she murders the criminals to protect the innocent from pain or death (castrating then murdering pedophiles; brutal but effective 🤷🏼‍♀). So I wanted to play with the idea of her being morally grey and selfish: deep down she feels, she knows this company is up to no good: yet she still willingly consents to the operation because only gaining her legs matter. She wouldn’t even cared if she died on the operating table, she can’t and don’t want to live like this. In the revenge phrase, she doesn’t do it mainly for the world but for what they had done to her: she would help if she sees someone almost getting eaten by zombies but if she has to choose between saving that person/people or murdering a person/people of the Umbrella; she would and will go for the kill.

Before encountering the Umbrella, in the fights she only wounded severely and disabled probably for a lifetime her opponents when it was truly necessary and she couldn’t have won or it would be her suffering the injury. But now, she aims to cause the most pain possible before finishing Umbrella soldiers. She brings suffering with twisted joy, both because of the effect of the T virus on her already violent personality and the years spent as a prisoner, as an experiment.

Caged predator

After realizing what the Umbrella is, what they had done to her, the first thought is to run. But they already expecting that move aren’t they? Not many would describe Cindy as a strategist, yet indeed she is: she controls her rage brewing stronger with each day. She senses how important she is as a weapon to them so she relies on the knowledge to gain a few favors like opportunity to train as she wants, after all she’s here because of her combat abilities. She is observing the facility, trying to learn the layout and security system for the day when she will break out.

Cindy seemingly willingly fights against other B.O.W.s when tasked to, she knows they want to measure if she’s worth it, if she’s truly the Project Undefeated; so she puts up hell of a show each time. She uses these opportunities to get rid of the insane built up fury as well as staying in shape and learning about the creatures that these fuckers created. When she is on the receiving edge of pain, she chomps down on her tongue, usually at the point of drinking her own blood to prevent snarling her true motives: she will murder them all.

Seemingly, she complies, do as tasked to lure them into a false sense of control while her eyes offer a glimpse of the raging volcano waiting for the perfect moment to erupt.

Would rather die than be near a needle again

After Cindy is free, there’s not much what would make her halt. Except needles, even the sight of a hospital (or what remained of it). She would never admit but she is utterly terrified by needles and the thought of an injection. Same internal reaction to surgeon tools. The saying ‘oh my god you need to go to a hospital/see a doctor’ automatically triggers her fight or flight response.

The Reaper

Cindy is well aware that she is part monster and she is more okay with the fact than she should be. It was the T virus what had given her back her legs, the freedom of movement. She frequently craves blood or meat which had gotten worse after the ruination of her right arm but she never gives in to the lowly humming instinct, she keeps it locked, under control. Cindy would reject the antivirus if offered, either she would die and that’s the better outcome or back at the starting point: paralysis plus completely useless right arm. She sort of accepted that she will never be fully human and after escaping and discovering more of her abilities she even began to like it. After all, having blades as fingers come pretty handy against any creature: never runs out of ammo, can’t be lost, swift and silent. The Umbrella has created an extraordinary weapon, only that anyone with having their logo on them is like walking with a giant target cross.

Cindy takes great pride in that her combat skills didn’t need an upgrade or enchantment. It was their defense, leaving her physical abilities untouched, they wanted a great weapon but not too great.

The spikes on her right arm vary, she can lengthen them at will as well as her claws. Her 'fingers’ also can be united into a single long blade. When not alarmed it won’t retreat, the average size of them is around 10-13 cm on her fingers, slightly longer on the rest of the arm.

A blade can emerge from any place of her body, surprisingly painless, she has discovered this trick when she accidentally stabbed an Umbrella doctor.

Cindy can control the virus into engulfing her whole body, acting both as defense against bullets, bites and a living weapon. This is where the spiked tendrils come into the arsenal along with separating spikes, blades from the armor and using them as throwing knives. After forcing the virus to retreat inside her body, her hunger increases each time and Cindy only uses the full transformation as last resort to avoid the urgent, pulsing craving.

The most dangerous injury for her is any sort of serious head trauma, as the virus repairs and replaces the damaged tissue. If it reaches her brain, there's no way back.

So wait I assume Cindy knows of the guardians but has she met the other holiday figures? Cupid, The Groundhog, Thanksgiving Turkey,

The king of Halloween Town mayhaps? 🤔

Oh yes she knows them & they know her antics across the globe more than she would've wanted them to.

She has met Cupid @winters-club & the two managed to be on somewhat friendly terms despite the drastic difference in...everything.

The Groundhog yes, when she wants to annoy Bunnymund without being directly involved.

Unfortunately I can't say much for the Turkey nor the King of Halloweentown

Happy Halloween!🎃👻🍬🕷️🕸️💕✨

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