This I will not deny I got inspiration from watching my boyfriend try to kill a moth by squirting it with a spray bottle. Enjoy!
"Get back here!" Chris yelled at the seemingly empty air. The object of his yelling buzzed about like a broken alarm clock.
"Freakin' fly..." Chris seethed through clenched teeth as he tried haphazardly to hit the insect in the process he knocked over several objects in the S.T.A.R.S. Office. Like Mario in World 1-1 he hopped desk after desk in vain, the fly's buzzing mocked him at every failed swat.
Meanwhile in one of the Raccoon City Police Departments many hallways Wesker walked down with a report in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, his hidden eyes focused deeply on said report.
'A double homicide plus the killer's attempted suicide. Jill and Barry have their reports to finish on it, plus there is Bravo's reports on their cases that needs to be double checked...' He opened the door to the S.T.A.R.S office, the mug in his hand slipped, fell, and shattered.
"Chris! What the hell is this!"
Chris fell hard from the table he stood on at Wesker's yell startling him and from his foot landing on some loose papers akwardly. What Albert Wesker saw was the equivalence of every earthly disaster in existence had rushed into the office at once, and it's name was Chris Redfield. Paper, pens, pencils, folders, and miscellaneous objects littered the floor, A broken table lamp was also left forgotten on the floor next to Jill's desk. Chris sat in the center of the room with flyswatter in hand. Chris looked at his superior and gave a nervous grin.
"Uh, hey Captain. I, uh, I can explain..." Wesker just covered his eyes with his now mug free hand, his glasses pushing up to his hairline.
"What did you do Chris." Chris looked around the office.
"I was trying to kill-" The fly landed on his nose causing him to go cross-eyed and growled at it. Wesker let out a sigh and shook his head, his hand still covering his eyes.
"Just like with the vending machine." Chris watched the fly buzz over to Wesker like he was a lifeline and looked down sheepishly.
"I really wanted those M&Ms...they were the one's with the peanuts in them..." Wesker removed his hand from his eyes, walked past Chris who started to stand up and threw his office door open violently making the marksman cringe.
"I want this all cleaned up and everything replaced A.S.A.P Redfield." Wesker turned to look over his shoulder towards his subordinate.
"Or it's not me you will have to worry about." He mentioned towards the broken table lamp making the brunette gulp in fear. With that the blonde shades wearing man slammed the door with as much violence as he opened the door with leaving Chris alone in the room.
Inside Wesker's office he was just setting down the papers he had and was about to sit in his chair when he heard Chris yell loudly fallowed by a thump.
"Just like the damn vending machine..." The captain of S.T.A.R.S. muttered while he pinched the bridge of his nose to try and alleviate the oncoming headache.
Hope you enjoyed it and pleased R&R!