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hermannsthumb · 6 years

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If it hasn’t already been requested, 66 would be fab! I’m a greedy goblin for fluffy Newmann sickfics. ❤️

ME TOO!! luckily a lot of these prompts arent specifically christmas-based lol. this ficlet brought to you by how i spent the last week of my life

66: you’re sick and I feel bad because I’m pretty sure i gave it to you, so I bring you some of my great grandmother’s soup and watch movies with you

from winter prompts here

There’s a nasty bug going around the Shatterdome--flu strain, in Newt’s expert biologist opinion. For all Newt’s general lack of hygiene, he is very conscientious about germs (he fucking hates being sick, hates how gross it makes him feel, no thank you), and he usually manages to survive these kinds of things unscathed. Just stocks up with an arsenal of hand sanitizer and the Lysol that, usually, resides in Hermann’s bottom desk drawer for easy access in threatening Newt when he gets a little too loose with where he puts his specimens, and ignores everyone who’s got even a runny nose.

And then Hermann got sick.

Probably a calculated move on his part, the bastard--getting sick just to spite Newt. He spent two days wheezing and coughing and sneezing around the lab and shouting in a hoarse, nasally voice before Newt finally snapped, threw his protective gloves to the ground, and steered Hermann out and to his bunk by the shoulders. (“Get some fucking sleep,” he begged, tucking him into bed aggressively as Hermann coughed out protests. “What do you need? Tissues? You want tissues?”)

If Newt is overly concerned about illnesses, Hermann is overly blasé. Newt’s sure he would’ve wasted away at his chalkboard if he hadn’t intervened. And he needs Hermann, for strictly world-saving reasons, obviously, just can’t do it alone, which is why he dipped into his own sick days to take care of the guy. (There’s medical, obviously, but if you want something done right, do it yourself and all.) It was all basic stuff--bringing Hermann food, keeping him warm and comfy, forcing him to take ibuprofen and cough drops (fluffing up his pillows, reading aloud old research to him, tenderly stroking back his hair and humming as he’d fall into uneasy sleep...). Standard, normal behavior between lab partners.

So of fucking course Newt gets sick barely a week afterwards. That’s what he gets for being a decent human being.

He lies alone in agony in bed for the first day, eating shitty packaged junk food, downing more cold medicine than strictly healthy, and cursing Hermann’s name and entire existence; the second day, there’s a careful knock at his door, and Newt blows his nose and wheezes out “It’s unlocked.”

Hermann edges in awkwardly.

“Hello, Newton,” he says. He’s twisting his free hand in the hem of his sweater. “Can I...?”

He’s looking at the small empty bit of space on the edge of Newt’s bed, currently covered with used tissues and cough drop wrappers. Newt pushes everything into the trash can on the floor and nods. “Come on in,” he says. Hermann shuts the door carefully behind him and, to Newt’s surprise, eases himself down on the newly free spot. He’s holding a small tote bag that he sets at his feet along with his cane.

“Hello,” he says again.

“Already said that, bud,” Newt says, and sneezes into the crook of his elbow. Hermann winces.

“How are you feeling?” he says.

Newt stares at him.

“Right,” Hermann says.

“You need something?” Newt says, digging another cough drop out of the bag. It’s almost empty. Maybe he can guilt Hermann into getting him some more. “Come to yell at me for leaving samples out? Can you hear me sneezing down the hallway? My sincerest apologies, Dr. Gottlieb.”

“I’ve brought soup,” Hermann blurts out.

Newt fumbles the cough drop bag in surprise. “...Soup?”

Hermann pulls a small Tupperware container out of his tote bag and sets it down on Newt’s lap. It’s warm. “Soup,” he repeats, lamely. “And--” He sets a stack of DVDs (not even Blu-Ray, Hermann really is a vintage guy) down next to it. “Er. Some television shows. And movies.”

Newt’s still not really sure why Hermann’s here, but he starts poking through the stack anyway. “You have a lot of documentaries about NASA,” he says. “And Alan Turing. And--” He pulls out no less than three BBC miniseries of Jane Austen novels; the box for Pride and Prejudice (1995) looks particularly well-worn.

Hermann snatches the stack back. “Do I?” he says, pink spreading across his cheeks, and Newt is struck--out of nowhere--with the thought that Hermann is kinda cute.

Newt averts his eyes quickly. “Tragically,” he says, “my laptop doesn’t have a CD-ROM, so...”

“Ah,” Hermann says. He tips the DVDs back into the tote bag, and then clears his throat and taps at the lid of the Tupperware. “I made this,” he says. “Er. It’s an old recipe. My grandmother’s, I believe. I thought--” He colors more deeply. “My mother would make it for me when I was sick, as a child. I thought you might like it.”

“Holy shit,” Newt says, because Hermann made him soup, and top secret Gottlieb family recipe soup at that. Where did he get the ingredients? How badly did he have to harass the mess hall employees before they let him use the kitchen? (To say nothing of the mental image of Hermann Gottlieb as a child. Newt always just pictured him springing forth, fully-formed, with a bad haircut and poor-fitting slacks like some sort of unfashionable Athena, and he’s having a hard time picturing anything else. Hermann, but slightly shrunk down, maybe. Rolling his r’s as a toddler.) “Thanks, dude.”

Hermann nods stiffly. “It’s the least I can do for you,” he says. “Considering.”

“Considering?”

Hermann shifts, clearly uncomfortable. “It is my fault you’re ill, after all. Since you--well.”

Newt laughs, but it turns into a hacking cough that Hermann winces all the way through. “Ah, it’s cool, I’m not pissed or anything,” he says, voice hoarser than before. Yesterday, yes, Newt was pissed. Five minutes ago, Newt was pissed. Now, with a shy Hermann on his bed (his bed, wooee, under any other circumstances Newt would be making so many moves on him right now) offering up homemade soup and dorky documentaries, Newt can’t even muster up mild annoyance. “This is--really nice of you, Hermann. I mean it. Thank you.” He smiles. Hermann looks away quickly this time, down at where he’s folded his hands in his lap.

“Mm,” Hermann says, and picks at a hole in his slacks. Newt pokes his hip to get his attention, and scoots over a little. Hermann blinks at him. “Yes?”

“Get in here,” Newt says. “Get comfy, come on.”

“But you’re--”

“Yeah, I had exactly what you’ve already had,” Newt says. “You can’t get it again. I think. Don’t look at me like that, I’m not that kind of doctor.” Hermann quickly wipes the skeptical look off his face, and Newt--after shoving the Tupperware of soup temporarily back at Hermann--starts digging around in his blankets for his laptop. It’s in here somewhere. When Hermann doesn’t immediately cuddle up with him, Newt pokes his hip again. “Get comfy, Hermann. We can stream whatever you want. Or play cards.” And then, a little desperately, “Please. I’m bored as fuck here.”

Hermann casts a long look at the door before sighing in defeat, toeing off his Oxfords, pulling his legs up onto the mattress, and easing in next to Newt. Not quite entirely under the bedspread, but it’ll do. “Only for a short while,” he tells Newt, handing him the Tupperware once more. “I really must catch up on the work I missed.”

“Uh-huh,” Newt says, grinning. “Get the light, will you?”

Hermann’s not particularly warm, nor is he particularly soft (Newt’s taken one of Hermann’s elbow to the gut before, and he’s a sharp bastard), but Newt--somehow--feels twice as comfortable already. If Newt lets their sides press together, rests his hand on Hermann’s forearm, subtly hooks his ankle over Hermann’s, then he thinks he’s allowed. He’s sick. He’s in agony. (And Hermann doesn’t seem to mind; he way-less-subtly sneaks his arm around Newt and settles his head on his shoulder in retaliation, and Newt’s heart skips a pathetic little beat.)

He doesn’t bother waking Hermann when Hermann falls asleep twenty minutes into a Doctor Who episode, just shuts his laptop and joins him.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #theyre in love!#sickfic is always fun to write ill never get tired of writing it for these boyz #Anonymous

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ff2-radioactive-night · 5 years

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No one:

Me: Have a fanficion that I wrote late at night with my horrible grammer!

Night Terror and Link go out of the castle to check the hunting grounds walls to make sure they were still holding up when Link gets attacked by this weird looking Scout, Night Terror of course stepped in to try and calm the Scout down but it didn't work, so he has to play defense to so Link wouldn't get hurt.

"What the bloody hell is this thing!" Link shouts frustrated

"Well obviously it's a Freak but I have never heard of one matching this description." Night Terror replies

The sounds of battle got the attention of Drachen and Sledgehammer who rushed out who the Scout immediately started going after as well.

"What the hell?" Medic asks

"Don't know!" Night Terror yells after dodging the Scout

The team of four couldn't take down the Scout so unfortunately Night Terror had to reveal a power, he grabbed the Scout and looked into where his eye holes on his mask then the Scout passed out.

"How did you do that?" Medic questions

"Yeah I thought only Christian Pure Spy could do that." Sniper adds

"Did you forget that I'm the ruler of purgatory, I have many tricks up my sleeve but unfortunately I have never ran into something that is seemingly immortal," Night Terror answers pulling out one of his butterfly knives from the Scout's throat where it should have killed him.

"It's scary." Link says

"Someone please go call Christian Brutal Sniper because he's seems knowledgeable on the many Freaks, maybe he'll bring Christian Pure Spy along." Night Terror asks

"I'll go." Drachen says then flies back to the castle.

"So will the Scout wake up?" Sledgehammer asks

"Not any time soon." Night Terror responds

"What's up Night Terror!" Christian Brutal Sniper asks hanging upside down from nothing

"Sledgehammer will you please grab him." Christian Pure Spy asks

Sledgehammer grabs Brutal and flips him right side up.

"Is that Team Killer?" Pure questions

Brutal lifts the Scout up then drops him. "Yeah that's him."

"Care to explain why he attacked Link?" Night Terror asks

"Team Killer as far as we know has a hatred for people from the RED team." Pure answers

"But he's clearly a RED Scout." Sledgehammer adds

"I wonder what caused him to turn against his own team even as a Freak." Drachen questions

"I don't care what caused it I just want him away from me!" Link snaps

"Sledgehammer will you please toss out unwanted guest to the demonic Freak area, they can deal with him." Night Terror says

"Hold on, shall we do the usual for our own unwanted guests?" Brutal asks

"Oui." Pure replies

Brutal takes Team Killer from Sledgehammer.

"What is he going to do?" Link questions

Pure pulls out his Bible and opens it then his eyes glow white and Pure points in front of him using his pointer and middle finger, a portal appears. Brutal tosses Team Killer through the portal and Pure closes the portal.

"Thanks for getting rid of him, do you two want something to eat and drink before you go?" Night Terror asks

"May we stay for a bit, I unfortunately can't do a portal back to our base since I made one to get here." Pure says

"Yes, you're two are always welcomed here! Oh and we have a BLU TentaSpy living here since a RED Medic is trying to get him back to experiment on the Spy. Drachen grab the RED Sniper out of the tree so he can visit his friend already." Night Terror says

"I was just about to kill him the second everyone turned their backs to head to the castle." Brutal grumbles

"Brutal this RED Sniper is the TentaSpy's boyfriend so please don't hurt him." Night Terror says in a stern voice

Drachen flies up then grabs the RED Sniper out of the tree, he places the RED Sniper on the ground.

"You're lucky that Team Killer didn't see you." Pure states

The RED Sniper looks like he's about to crap himself since he has six Freaks surrounding him but he says nothing.

"Don't worry no one will hurt you," Night Terror reassures the RED Sniper then glances at Brutal, "Okay Brutal would but Pure and myself won't allow it."

The six Freaks and one RED Sniper head to the castle and inside Night Terror asks Drachen to take the RED Sniper to the TentaSpy.

"So Drachen is the one to bring the TentaSpy here?" Brutal asks

"Yes and that's the reason why I have told him to get the RED Sniper out of the tree and to the TentaSpy." Night Terror answers

"Fair enough." Brutal replies

The rest of the day goes well and Pure with Brutal head back to their base.

"Well that was an eventful day." Link comments walking up to Night Terror who is looking out a huge window

"I hate how I had to reveal a power, who knows how many people were secretly watching." Night Terror says then sighs

"Thank you for saving my life." Link tells Night Terror

"No problem." Night Terror replies

Link leaves to go to bed while Night Terror continues to look out the window then after a minute he heads to bed himself.

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roidespd-blog · 5 years

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Chapter Three : THE DESOLATION OF THE GRINDR USER

« Grindr is a sociopath nest », Anonymous

Grindr was launched on March 25, 2009. About a month or so earlier, I lost my virginity to the sweetest guy you could imagine. I met him on what we could consider one of Grindr’s ancestors, Gaypax— I still have that account, out of nostalgia. The design is so ugly I wonder now how I did spend so much time on it (we weren’t picky back then…) So Grindr was born at the exact time my sexual and romantic life was unfolding. It means that, except for the few years I’ve spent frenetically masturbating to La Redoute’s underwear catalogues and downloading dirty pictures of Brad Pitt naked with a very slow wifi, I’ve always been accustomed to gay apps.

Recently, the new and improved french magazine Tétu published an article called « Faut-il brûler Grindr?». Though not as detailed as I was hoping it would be, it did not changed my general opinion about the dating app paradigm.

FLASHBACK France, 1971. A young gay man living in a beautiful city called Paris. Mike Brant just released his first major hit, Rock’N’Roll is slowly dying and Les Bidasses en Folie is this year’s biggest success at the box office. Unfortunately for him, the Gay Rights Movement is just at its infancy, homosexuality is still considered a mental illness and sodomy is punishable by law. So he shut his mouth and do his dirty business privately. he spends time around Place de Clichy and finds very discreet bars that can welcome him without too much judgement. He takes long walks toward the Tuileries bushes and sucks a stranger’s dong without any verbal exchange. He ends up marrying that fine young Marie, daughter of a friend of his dad, makes a couple of kids and from time to time, goes back to those places, shameful of himself.

That was the life of a gay man in France. If he didn’t get killed along the way. CUT TO 2009. Grindr is the first official gay dating app launched around the world. In France, the ban on sodomy disappeared in 1981 and since 1992, you are no longer considered a crazy person for being attracted to a person of the same sex (well, not from an official medical point, anyway). The app came to fruition through a simple question asked by its creator, Joel Simkhai : « WHO ELSE IS GAY AROUND HERE? ».

By 2012, 4 million people were using the App. 27 million as of 2017. Tinder followed in 2012 — you are welcome, straight people. Then SCRUFF, GAYROMEO, HORNET, BLUED, … What is wrong, then ? You damn well know something is wrong.

SMARTPHONE, 21st CENTURY’S NEW BACKROOM

If you go to a bar, you have to talk to the bartender, exchange a least a fews words with strangers, even dance as your look around and are being seen by others in the flesh. If you go to a gaybar, the same thing happens. If you go to a gaybar then the gaybar’s backroomn, rules change.

As the dating apps was closing in on worldwide domination, it became clear that the natural human kindness and respect would ultimately have no effect on the way people would communicate with one another on Grindr. I’ve been working in a bookstore for the past four years, you see. I expect a “hello”, “goodbye” and a smile during any interactions with clients — from them and myself. So there’s nothing more annoying that someone coming up to you, barking what they want to and leaving without any civility whatsoever. The Grindr equivalent would be Step 1 : A DICK PICK (or ass pick. I once had a fisting commemorative photo sent to me) straight up. Step 2 : A terribly convenient “cc sava tu ch?” or a “cho?” Step 3A : If you are polite enough to answer something, a conclusive “tu reçoi” or “tu bouge” Step 3B : you did not answer a singe word and the guy either sends you a “????” or insults the shit out of you. I sometimes do not answer impolite clients at work. Guess what ? Bitches say hello if you stare down at them long enough. On the internet, never gonna happen.

I remember the first couple of times I went on Grindr. I tried to answer everyone, even a “no, thank you”. There was always some “Hello”s, “How are you?”s, a few “My name is”s. But as the years went by, gay men (as I mostly talk to gay or bisexual cis men on these apps, I can only give my opinion on that category of people) adopted a series of unofficial rules to talk to each other.

1. If we are on this app, we are ready to fuck. 2. We do not have time for small talk. 3. We do not need your name, but dick size and multiple nudes are welcome. A picture is worth a thousand blablablahs. 4. We need to be very precise about what we want, so as not to waste our precious time. 5. Seriously, give us a full diagnosis of your body shape through pics, boy. 6. Chems ? 9. There are no rule 7 & 8, because 6 & 9. Now, turn around.

There are also lots of personal rules users seem keen on sharing them publicly as to implement unofficial rule number 4.

NO FEMS, NO BLACKS, NO ASIANS

“Pretty chill guy here. Very open minded and friendly. I love men from different cultures. Just no Asians. Asians leave me alone. I’m not racist” “Don’t message me. I’ll message you :). No Blacks Asians or fems. Love it when fats call themselves masc. hahahaha.” “Tell me if top/btm. Don’t really believe in “vers”. […] Attracted to Latin & White (trying to sound PC)” “Chill masc sane… just described nobody on here… Over 35, Asian or fem = block.. haha” “99% of you are losers. I’m the top 1%. So prove yourself first” The last one was written by a white male, by the way. They all were.

In our modern society, we’re not fools enough to believe that racism disappeared and everyone is accepting of others. Just look at the whole series of events called “while Black” where white people called cops on black folks for getting out of their airbnbs, talking in a Starbucks without ordering or falling asleep in a communal room at college. Nevertheless, you don’t see parades of racists proudly marching with “NO BLACKS” signs on the streets — you see another type of marches, yes. Free speech and stuff, sure. So why has it become acceptable in people’s minds to shade light on their racism in their profiles, barely hiding behind the “sexual preference” bullshit excuse ?

In an article dated September 2018 called “Why is it OK for online dates to block whole ethnic groups?” (2), the Observer related the appalling anecdote of an elderly white man who responded to a Grindr user of asian descent : “Asian, ew gross”.

I myself was told that I was too fat, too small, too twinkish, then not enough of those, or too white (but so we’re clear : RESERVE RACISM IS NOT A THING. STOP TRYING TO MAKE IT A THING!).

Racism also works with the beliefs that if you look or act a certain way, you obviously are what someone’s fantasy is. You are a black man so I assume that my hole will expand by ten once you’re inside me. You a blond light weight with feminine traits. You’re a submissive bottom and a real whore.

The world works on assumptions (ex : the myth of the BIG BLACK DICK or the for-sure global instinct that Tom Hanks would never have to face any #MeToo accusations) and apps follow that same path but without any policing. The absence of ramifications from someone’s actions further implement a feeling of unapologetic mindfulness — the same way being in a dark backroom with strangers you can’t see does not seem to add any consequences to what you’ll do next.

Recently, Grindr tried to course correct its past errors by creating “Kindr” (3). Was it a new app that would prevent people from actively using hate speech ? WELL WHY DON’T YOU PREVENT IT ON GRINDR THEN ? Was it a new platform to exchange ideas and experiences so that we can find another way to communicate together ?

Here’s how they introduce Kindr on their official site : At Grindr, we’re into diversity (MONEY), inclusion, and users who treat each other with respect. We’re not into racism, bullying, or other forms of toxic behavior (YOU ARE THE TOXIC BEHAVIOR). These are our preferences, and we’ve updated our Community Guidelines to better reflect them. Same app. New rules (DID YOU THOUGH?) Everyone is entitled to their opinion. Their type. Their tastes. But nobody is entitled to tear someone else down because of their race, size, gender, HIV status, age, or — quite simply — being who they are. (AS LONG AS IT DOES NOT PUT YOUR BUSINESS IN A RISKY POSITION) Join us in building a kinder Grindr. (DO YOUR OWN DAMN WORK). Express yourself, but not at the expense of someone else (OR US). Report discrimination when you see it (LIKE WITH THE JEWS BACK THEN. ALSO, WE THE USERS, ALREADY DID THAT). Use your voice and share your story to call out prejudice and spark change. Together, we can amplify the conversation and take steps towards a kinder, more respectful community (SEE, WE AT GRINDR ARE WOKE).

There you have it. A marketing scam to ease the pain of millions of users whose relationships and self esteem were affected by Grindr’s lack of interest in their consumers. How many years did it take for a simple statement from the CEO ? What’s actually concrete about these actions ?

in the community guide lines, it is stated that they “will remove any discriminatory statements displayed on profiles. […] Profile language that is used to openly discriminate against other users’ traits and characteristics will not be tolerated and will be subject to review by our moderation team”. FINE. So, if someone says “no short fat asians”, theoretically it would be removed from the profile. But if it says “more into vanilla and spice than chocolate and rice. So hit me up if this is you” (an actual Grindr profile, by the way), what can a Grindr moderator do about it ? The racism is still there. Are we to believe that EVERY single profile is being reviewed in detail ?

#deletegrindr was a popular hashtag over a year ago. I’m not on twitter and I still heard about it. Was it a cultural shift in the way gay people wanted to treat other gay people ? Were we on the verge of a revolution ? Nop. Grindr released data informations of thousands and thousands of profiles about HIV status (something that you can put on your Grindr profile) to third party companies. Since then, Grindr released the Kindr initiative and rewrote its policies.

I’m not against dating apps. I think it was a wonderful tool back in the day to extend one’s horizon, explore and experiment with love, sex and adventures. It no longer works that way. I didn’t even talk about the spreading of drug using through profile description and the real danger of stimulants in someone’s sex life.

#deletegrindr should come back and this time, it has to work. Silicon Valley, go make an app from scratch. One that would implement actual kindness to the machine, not based on popularity. Think of what people need, not what they want. People are shitheads. I’m a shithead. What I want is never good for me.

And YOU. You, little queer boy reading this. Don’t go on Grindr before going to bed to check the hotties in your area. Forget about that 6'2 monster cock Swedish god that lives nearby and offered you a quick hump for the ride. Ask him for a drink, put down your phone, get to know him a little and then fuck his brains out. You’re still gonna fuck but you’ll find humanity where there was once none.

That’s my preaching for the night. I gave up long ago on apps. I delete them all and stay away for months. Then, I feel lonely and get back to one or two. I met this new guy that way (4).The nice thing about it was that we did not talk dick sizes, favorite positions or any sexual desires until way after we actually met (and we’re talking two full weeks of messages). I’m not on any dating apps now.

(1) https://tetu.com (2) https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2018/sep/29/wltm-colour-blind-dating-app-racial-discrimination-grindr-tinder-algorithm-racism (3) https://www.kindr.grindr.com (4) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ezra_Miller

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icefir-windbreaker · 6 years

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All-Stars -Story Mode- [CHAPTER 6]

Nothing is gonna test RED team than a Blue Mug appearing out of nowhere with a Red cup, a wolf and a fallen Human child. Let’s see what happens in this one! Enjoy.

-Chapter 6-

‘’And now to think about it mate…’’ Sniper began, ‘’I wonder if the flower is serious about the Devil.’’

‘’I think that Cagney is. In this case, we must be a lot more careful.’’ Takeo said.

‘’J-ja! You never know when he comes out!’’ Medic nervously blurts out, Richtofen looked at him with confusion.

‘’Mind telling us vhy jou looked so nervous vhen said ‘’Zhe Devil’’ Doctor?’’ Richtofen asked as Medic.

Pyro looked overjoyed as they watched the flames growing higher, they couldn’t resist to let out a giggle from their mouth.

‘’Something’s seriously wrong with your teammate Engineer.’’ Dempsey said, ‘’They do like to burn things, it had us take time to get use to it.’’

‘’But still though lads, we should more aware ‘bout this ‘’Colonel Radec’’ lad whoever he is, while we are rescuing Miss Pauling from him.’’ Demoman said as he took one swig of the bottle.

‘’And we should expect danger along the way as well, we’ll never know if they will come out and attack.’’ Nikolai stated.

Back on top up of the cliff that overlooks the crew, Frisk, Boris, Cuphead and Mugman were watching them having the conversion about what had happened before, The Devil and other things that they barely knew.

‘’They had met King Dice?’’ Mugman asked, ‘’But thankful they haven’t met the Devil ether, that’s a relief.’’ Cuphead said very relieved.

*Then you dejected something to Cuphead.

‘’Hmm? What’s that Frisk?’’ Cuphead asked.

*Then you said to him that the Medic is acting strangely when someone mentioned the Devil.

‘’The doctor, well he did looked nervous when samurai man had mentioned the Devil, I guess that he knew who he was? Me and my brother had taught with his debtors before but in that case-’’ Cuphead was interrupted by an explosion that sending four of them flying and rolling down the cliff, some tried to stand up but they continued rolling.

Then they stopped rolling and landed on the ground and made a pile, Boris lost the tommy gun and stuttered across the ground. They all groaned in pain.

‘’Owie Zowie…’’ Mugman said, Cuphead rubbed the back of his head and felt a small crack but nothing threatening ‘’S-say that again M-Mugs…’’ as Boris is rubbing his shoulder before turning his concern to Frisk, even they are bruised and dirty but they are fine as he can tell.

Mugman was about to get up til he saw a shotgun to the face by someone -You guessed it- Soldier as he said ‘’IT’S ONE OF THE BLUS IT’S-’’ Before Nikolai forcefully took the shotgun away from the RED Soldier as he yelled ‘’Soldier nyet!!’’

‘’Russian give me that back, this mug is one of the BLUs!’’

‘’But he’s not attacking your team! And he’s only a child!’’

Then they were both immediately been hushed by Medic as he walked over to the the group, Mugman and Cuphead looked around and sees that they were caught thanks to the explosion.

Medic kneed down to them and said ‘’How…. Strange, just strange zhat…’’ before pointing the finger at Mugman’s nose as it make a squeak ‘’His nose is zhat big and blue.’’

Mugman holds his nose as he said ‘’M-my nose isn’t that big! I-I was borned with that big but not so big!’’

Mugs being annoyed by Medic

‘’Vell, I zhink zhat your nose is little cute!’’ Medic exclaimed, Mugman was very angry, the liquid in his head is boiling and creating bubbles before they popped in mid air.

‘’My nose isn’t that big!’’ Mugman yelled.

‘’Mugs, you’re nose is big but only a size of an apple.’’ Cuphead said.

Mugman made a pouty face as he glared at the German who made a comment of his nose being big, Heavy had found this amusing as he laughed ‘’Little Mugs is pouting!’’ as Nikolai looked at him ‘’Heavy.’’

*Guys, please… T_T

Boris and Frisk looked at Mugman with silence as Medic continued to looked at Mugman, ‘’Isn’t zhis zat cute!~’’

‘’I should be a lot more careful if I was you,’’ Cuphead reamussed, ‘’He does get angry more if you continue to make fun of his nose.’’

‘’Okay zhen, ja’’ Medic agreed as he rubbed the back of his neck, Soldier crossed his arms as he looked at Mugman ‘’S-still he’s blue, I hated BLUs…’’

‘’Engi, does this reminded you of the Mann Brothers?’’ Spy asked as he takes a other rift of smoke, ‘’Yeah, except that if these two are more kid versions of them and they are a bit peaceful with each other.’’ Engineer answered ‘’Ah think that’s what should of been if they were more types of sharing the land and not at war.’’

‘’That would be the way I like it Engi.’’ Scout said as he scratched his head as he looked at the brothers.

Dempsey walks over to the group that had suddenly dropped in out of nowhere by the explosion and said ‘’Are you two happened to be Cuphead and Mugman?’’

Two brothers looked at Dempsey then nodded, he was surprised and said ‘’For a minute there, I thought you two be more… Human.’’

‘’You were expecting us as just being normal kids?’’ Mugman asked as he tilted his head. Cuphead crossed his arms as he gave the Corporal an annoyed look. ‘’Here I thought we would be known if the news left Inkwell Isle by now.’’

‘’Inkwell Isle? You two brookes are from an island?’’ Sniper asked as he adjusted his hat, ‘’It’s our home before we suddenly came here, we don’t know if the Devil had done this for revenge for freeing everyone’s souls along with ours.’’

That quickly caught Takeo’s attention after they said that they had beaten the Devil, ‘’They defeated the Devil? This can’t be…’’ his thought are the only thing that as he can hardly believe it along with Nikolai; These boys had saved Inkwell Isle from the Devil!?

‘’You two boys…!?’’ Nikolai said as he placed a hand on his forehead.

‘’This can’t be it…!’’ Dempsey in disbelief.

‘’They had saved Inkwell Isle from the Devil??’’ Richtofen questioned as he can’t believed what he had heard.

Frisk then walks up to Engineer then tugged on his overall trousers, getting his attention as he looked down on the kid. ‘’Yes, partner? What do ya need?’’

*You then told the Texan that you were brought here by a portal too and had met the two brothers, along with a wolf and a Ink Demon. *And now your friends are going to help you find your family.

‘’Ah’ll be a… Ah guess we are on a same boat here Kid. Still though, ya’ll seem really brave enough to met a mercenary like me.’’ Engineer said as he took of his worker helmet while he keeled down to Frisk’s level.

*Then you asked Engineer if he knows where your family are.

‘’Sadly no, sorry partner.’’ Engineer answered with regret, rubbing the back of his neck Frisk looked down with doubt. ‘’B-but,’’ Engineer continued ‘’If we do see, we’ll let ya know right away. Easy as that huh?’’

Frisk smiled as they nodded to that question, ‘’Still though, what’s your name kiddo?’’ Engineer asked.

>[Frisk Dreemurr] [ _ _ _ _ _ Dreemurr]

>[Frisk Dreemurr]

‘’Frisk Dreemurr huh?’’ Engineer said, Frisk nodded, that confirmed is their name.

‘’That’s a great name, I’m Dell.’’ Engineer introduced himself to them as he put his helmet back on, then stood up.

Nikolai looked over to the child and... Wonder what their gender and of course he can’t ask them that ether because he felt that it might be awkward if he asked.

‘’Child- uh Frisk, is it?’’ Nikolai asked ‘’What are you doing here in this forsaken place? There is danger lurking everywhere.’’

>[To find my family here] [........]

>[To find my family here.]

Nikolai became worried, ‘’But we haven’t seen anyone here, it’s almost as if they had abandoned it.’’ then begins to look around ‘’You made Nikolai concerned about your safety, it is not safe for you to be here.’’

Boris raises his hand get Nikolai’s attention to winch Nikolai noticed, then Boris walked over to him and picked up a stick before begins to write down what had happened earlier.

‘’A bunker? Here?’’ Nikolai questioned, Boris nodded then wrote down the reason for using it.

‘’To wait for the danger to be over?’’

Boris nodded again and is glad that he and Bendy had found it before someone could, ‘’I see. But there’s always the reason for you to talk.’’ Nikolai said as Boris looked at him.

‘’You… Could talk, could you?’’ Nikolai asked, Boris only shook his head as his response. ‘’I see, you’re a mute.’’ Nikolai said as he understood why Boris couldn’t be able to say anything.

‘’That explains a lot.’’ Dempsey said as he looked at Boris, Richtofen looked at the wolf as well as he said ‘’In fact, I vould like to know why he couldn’t speak.’’

Medic then suddenly perk up ‘’I could give him a voice! I had happened to have zomeone’s voice box to give him a voice! Ve could do zhat vhen ve find ze hospital!’’ Richtofen looked at the Medic with both strange and confusion, ‘’You had have zomeone’s voice box?’’ he questioned.

‘’It vas in zhe heat of one of ze fights of ‘’King of Zhe Hill’’ on zhat day! I had found it interesting and quite fun to try it!’’ Medic explained as Cuphead and Mugman took a couple of steps back from this German.

‘’Let’s not try to do that doctor.’’ Takeo said as he is creeped out about this, Medic groaned ‘’F***! I really vanted to try it out…’’

Frisk walks back to the Cuphead and Mugman as Boris looked around for the tommy gun that he ropped, he later found it behind the rock and walked towards the group.

*This is rather strange meeting, *But still, it’s time to get moving on.

‘’Are you able to keep them safe Boris?’’ Nikolai questioned with worry, Boris nodded as Dempsey walked up to him, ‘’Just... make sure that you pointed that thing at zombies Boris.’’

Boris nodded understandingly, Takeo then said ‘’Just be careful out there, you’ll never-’’

*Enemy Approaching!

‘’!’’

Takeo had never got to finish the sentence when everything suddenly turned black and white as glowing heart-shape orbs appeared outside their bodies: Their souls.

Scout looked at his soul and said ‘’I-i-is that…?’’

‘’Our…. Souls?’’ Richtofen questioned, then they noticed a horde of zombies, they must’ve been the one who triggered Battle Mode.

*Here they come…. *Let them come….

*It’s Frisk turn!

I pray to god I don't fall down Otherwise this will be our last round

‘’Frisk!? No’’ Nikolai pleaded then noticed that there are four options appeared before Frisk: FIGHT, ACT, ITEMS and MERCY, all laid out for the child to use and ready.

They noticed that another button is new and it’s right between ITEMS and MERCY, they read the name of the fifth option: PARTY

Frisk looked the ACT button and pushed it, it shown more options; Check, reason, insult.

*Frisk choosed Check:

>[Horde]

ZOMBIES HP - 40 LV - 4 AT - 16 DF - 9 EXP - 19 INV- 20 WEAPONS - Braaaiiinnnsss… (Their bare hands) ARMOR - Ripped clothings GOLD - 120

*Some type of virus that made them much more harder to kill *But what the movies taught us one thing: *Is ALWAYS go for the head, *That’s where it’s brain is.

‘’Ugh…..’’ was the first thing the Zombie had said.

Another day of Madness There's nowhere left to turn The virus has eradicated everyone

Frisk’s SOUL appeared in the Bullet Board, Zombie’s first attack lunges out towards it but their SOUL had moved around and dodged the attack.

‘’Interesting…’’ Richtofen muttered ‘’Zhis is different from vhat I had studied.’’

*It’s now Cuphead’s turn!

>FIGHT ACT ITEMS PARTY MERCY

As they lay dying on the floor They get up Tackle more

>FIGHT ACT ITEMS PARTY MERCY

Now it time to F*** Them Up

>-Zombies ONE and TWO -Zombies THREE and FOUR -Zombies FIVE and SIX -Zombies SEVEN and EIGHT

Another day of systematic torture in their eyes Taking over our defenses We can no longer contain ourselves!

Cuphead then opens fire on two zombies with magic bullets from the tip of his finger, he had managed to destroy both heads, making zombies fall over and turned to dust with only skeletal remains left behind as everyone looked at him with shock and wonder.

‘’God damn!’’ Engineer muttered to himself as Soldier nodded.

*It’s now Mugman’s turn!

Gathering up your arms Bring it on

Mugman is carefully choosing winch option that could help him in this endeavor then he decided, out of curiosity, picked PARTY and amazed to find names, among of those is his.

Take them down Now get ready to F*** Them Up

Go!

[Select 4 members in your PARTY]

Mugman -Cuphead

-Frisk -Boris

-Dempsey -Richtofen

-Takeo -Nikolai

-Heavy -Medic

-Scout -Spy

-Soldier -Demoman

-Pyro -Engineer

-Sniper

They stalk the prey they could never stop Evolving You've only got one shot

Mugman looked at the names when he noticed zombies are getting impatient, so he acted quickly.

Mugman -Cuphead

-Frisk -Boris

-Dempsey -Richtofen

>Takeo >Nikolai

-Heavy -Medic

-Scout >Spy

>Soldier -Demoman

-Pyro -Engineer

-Sniper

*Mugman had selected Takeo, Nikolai, Soldier and Spy to take his turn.

The blood in their eyes is deceiving But like butterflies You give it all you've got

‘’Did the Mugman gave his turn?’’ Spy asked, ‘’Seems like it, Spy!’’ Nikolai answered as Takeo readies his sword while Soldier got out a shotgun and cocks it back.

So before you enter the portal The hoard that stand before you is immortal

*Takeo, Nikolai, Soldier and Spy choose FIGHT.

They took out four of zombies in their horde, is now Mugman’s turn again and he already bean to attack two last zombies. They thought they are safe til-

*Another horde approaches!

Scout read the text as more zombies are heading their way, ‘’Wha- ‘’Another horde approaches’’!? Are you kiddin’ me!?’’

I pray to god I don't fall down I hope to hell I've made it through Otherwise this will be our last round

*It’s Medic’s turn!

‘’Vell zhen! In zhat case; Prepare for a organ harvesting dummkopfs!’’ Medic said as he selected FIGHT button.

>-Zombies NINE and TEN -Zombies ELEVEN and TWELVE -Zombies THIRTEEN and FOURTEEN -Zombies FITLHTEEN and SIXTHTEEN -Zombies SEVENTEEN and EIGHTEEN -Zombies NINETEEN and TWENTY -Zombies TWENTY ONE and TWENTY TWO

Reload our gear through the points we earn For when death drops by I hope it's not my turn to die

Medic uses the Syringe Gun and fires at a couple of zombies heading his way before getting out a bonesaw and beheaded them. ‘’I hoped zhat I could use you for research but you just disappointed me furzher.’’ Medic spoke with a madical smile.

*It’s now Demoman’s turn!

This is not my time I will not be sent to my grave SUMMON THE WAVE!

‘’What?! Can’t be Sniper’s!?’’ Demoman said as he selected ACT button.

-Check >Smash and stab them with a broken bottle -Get drunk

Smash and stab them with a broken bottle

Demoman got out a scrumpy bottle then smashes it onto the nearby car, making the half of the broken bottle deadly before running and stabbing it in the head with it before stabs another other one with it and runs as they lay down on the ground bleeding and dying.

I Will Never Bow down To the Burning carcass approaching

*It’s Dempsey turn!

‘’Now this is going to be fun.’’ He muttered as he selected FIGHT button.

I Will Never Bow Before their broken needs

>-Zombies FITLHTEEN and SIXTHTEEN -Zombies SEVENTEEN and EIGHTEEN -Zombies NINETEEN and TWENTY -Zombies TWENTY ONE and TWENTY TWO

Dempsey got out two duel pistols and opened fire on two of them as they were approaching him, he yelled ‘’’Take that Freakbags!’’

*It’s Richtofen’s turn!

In a broken world like this We believe in the good of ourselves To become the giant's great kings

‘’Just let zhis be done vith und move on!’’ Richtofen yelled as he already choose FIGHT as he got out a ray gun.

To prevent the future's demise There's no other time like this Where we take back our life from the helms

He fired a few green bullets at some them as-

*More incoming!

‘’MORE?! WHAT?!’’ Scout yelled as Richtofen noticed the text before looking at the another horde of zombies taking the fallen one’s place.

As the moonlight starts to sing It takes us all by surprise

‘’They just keep coming!’’ Sniper said as he readies the submachine gun, Dempsey turned to Frisk and the others and said ‘’You better run! It’s about to get messy!’’

So rebuild our defenses With our bare hands We will stand them strong against the hoards demands

Frisk, Boris, Cuphead and Mugman ran behind the group as Heavy walks out from the rest of the team with his minigun.

So before you enter the portal The hoard that stand before you is immortal

*It’s Heavy’s turn now!

Heavy choose FIGHT as the minigun barrel begins to spin, as the horde continues to get closer, he yelled ‘’Cry some more!!!’’ before firing a hailstorm of bullets onto them.

I pray to god I don't fall down I hope to hell I've made it through Otherwise this will be our last round

Frisk looked at the 5 options they had got and selected the ACT button to find something that might help them.

>Tell the rest of them to open fire!

Reload our gear through the points we earn For when death drops by I hope it's not my turn to die

Frisk hesitated for a moment and quickly selected it, it’s the only option they got.

This is not my time I will not be sent to my grave! SUMMON THE WAVE!

*You screamed opened fire on the horde!

‘’Open fire?’’ Scout asked.

‘’Just do what they said boy!’’ Engineer as he readies his gun while Sniper is already firing bullets at the horde, propping everyone else to the same.

I pray to god I don't fall down I hope to hell I've made it through Otherwise this will be our last round

*Zombies are dropping like flies as bullets made contact!

Cuphead, Mugman and Boris began shooting as well as Frisk hid behind them as blood and bullet shells hit the ground. One of them had grabbed Spy by the shoulders but he had got out a butterfly knife and stabs one of them in the head as some of it’s blood spattered on his suit before saying ‘’You’ve got blood on my suit.’’ then pulling the knife out, letting the zombie fall on the ground after it’s light had dim.

Reload our gear through the points we earn For when death drops by I hope it's not my turn to die

Nikolai had then dug his tomahawk into the head of the zombie then kicks away from him as Takeo slices one of them in half as the katana is stained in blood. Richtofen continued to fire the ray gun with Dempsey who stabbed one of them with the knife in one hand while he had the gun in the other hand as fired one of them.

This is not my time I will not be sent to my grave SUMMON THE WAVE!

‘’Keep fighting, I think they are going to be a few one left!’’ Demoman had chopped the said zombie’s head off with the Eyelander, ‘’For first time in mah life, you had been sober enough to make sense!’’ Engineer answered as he hits one of them with an wrench.

I will not be sent to my grave!

SUMMON THE WAVE!

*Eventually, the horde of zombies are finally brought down.

Victory!

You’ve won: 1220 GOLD and a Notebook!

Primis’, RED Team’s, Cup Brothers’ and Boris’ LV increased!

The world that had faded black around had faded back into color as Scout ran over of the zombies’ corpses and then began to open fire at it’s head like a crazed gunman who had been through a fate much worse than death in war.

‘’Yeah! Stay dead for us okay!?’’ Scout yelled as he used the pistol to fire two bullets into the dead zombie’s head just to be sure if it’s actually dead again ‘’Never mess with us again! I’m from Boston!’’

Pyro and Engineer laughed to Scout’s words as he turned to face them with a sharp glance before saying ‘’Okay now you guys think that this is funny?!’’ as he placed his hands on his hips.

‘’Heheh… Sorry boy, it’s just sounded funny in our ears.’’ The Texan apologized as Pyro looked at the two items they had gotten from their foes: A Fabled Ribbon and a Notebook as Frisk walked up to them before patting on their leg, getting Pyro’s attention as they looked at the child.

‘’Yes Frisk?’’ Pyro mumblingly asked, Frisk simply pointed at the two items, Pyro looked at the two items before mumbling ‘’Oh? These? Well, it’s strange that two enemies we encountered and defeated so far, we gotten these after we won. Do you know these?’’

*You nodded as an answer. *Then you asked that they liked that Fabled Ribbon.

‘’Yeah, I like it but I wore a mask so, I can’t tie it on my hair with it still being on.’’ Pyro answered, Frisk looked upward and sushered Pyro to get on their knees. They were confused but they did so as others watched.

*Then you asked Pyro for the ribbon, *They were curious for what you were going to do so they gave you the Fabled Ribbon. *Then you tied it around their head before tying it into a bow. *Pyro looked at the Fabled Ribbon that you had equipped onto then *blushes after they found out that you put it on them.

*You’ve made a new friend.

‘’Oh thank you! Frisk, how nice of you!’’ Pyro exclaimed as Frisk smiled. Others (In the background) had watched these two interact with each other while Cuphead and Mugman place their hands on each shoulder.

‘’Quite a nice thing for Frisk to do, especially if one of us is a pyromaniac.’’ Spy commented on Frisk’s actions as Engineer places both of his hands on his waist, ‘’Not too sure about that Spy, they are friendly towards Pyro.’’

‘’Da, I am surprised that they were not afraid when they first look at us and had told us to open fire at the hell pigs. They seemed like they knew what to do.’’

Boris nodded from behind Engineer as he looked down at the two Cup Brothers and said ‘’Boys?’’

‘’Yes Dell?’’ Mugman asked, Engineer then said ‘’Ah’d gotta admit, you two are strong against those undead yellow bellies, you two are like living, breathing guns.’’

‘’Thank you!’’ Cuphead blushed as he rubbed the back of his head as Mugman smiled as he hold his hands behind his back.

‘’No wonder how you two had saved Inkwell Isle,’’ Sniper said as he looked around ‘’You two wankers had that power on just tips of fingers.’’

‘’Don’t thank me just thank for my stupidity for accepting the bet that nearly took our souls and everyone else’s, I’m just glad things work out well in the end.’’ Cuphead said as he rubbed his arm with his hand.

‘’That is incredible indeed little cup.’’ A Familiar voice called out, ‘’Thank you!.....Wait…Who said that?’’ Cuphead said as he looked around for the voice that had suddenly spoke.

‘’Oh,’’ Voice said again ‘’You must’ve been looking for her… You are those mercenaries that she had hired.’’

‘’Are you talking about Mrs. Pauling? What did you do to her?’’ Spy questioned as he got out a revolver while others scanned the area. ‘’No…’’ it replied, ‘’We haven’t found her yet, but we will find her before you do. But first…’’

The voice- no, a man with ominous eyes appeared in thin air, revealing that is, indeed, Colonel Mael Radec.

*Oh no… It’s Mael Radec!

(From Killzone Wiki, NOTE: This render is used for Playstation All-Stars Battle Royale)

Everyone in RED quickly drawn their guns at him, ready to fight as Radec gave an unamused look, ‘’Much likely to fight,’’ he said ‘’But I prefer that you men will have to offer me at least two things before I would kill you all dead.’’

‘’Uh.. Excuse me man, did ‘cha mean “Offer me at least two things OR I would kill you all dead?!”’’ Scout yelled before the Colonel pointed the gun at Scout ‘’Young men like yourself should keep quiet.’’ before turning his attention to Richtofen ‘’Yet, after getting the phone’s frequity, the name ‘’Dr. Edward Richtofen’’ had my attention when one of your own had obtained an artifact and I suppose you happened to own that name?’’

‘’Und you muzt be Colonel Mael Radec I presume.’’ Edward answered as Radec placed his hands behind his back, positioned in a palm in palm gesture as he looked at him. ‘’At first, I prefer we should meet in combat like soldiers but this, however, not like how I wanted it.’’ Radec said as he walked around the Doctor at a slow threatening pace like a predator stalking his prey.

‘’From vhat I can tell, you’re here for zhe Key.’’ Richtofen sneered as he placed his hand on the pouch winch is here he placed the Key in, but to his surprise, the Colonel said ‘’Indeed I was but today, two other things had caught my attention however, something much better than The Summoning Key.’’

Cuphead and Mugman stood back, they fully believed what ‘two things’ he was talking about: ‘’I want them instead.’’ Radec said as he looked at the two cup brothers, who are ready to fight him if necessary.

Then he heard a gun being loaded and aimed at him as Mael Radec quickly realized that Dempsey is pointing a gun at his head.

‘’Don’t think about using them for war because none of us really won’t like that!’’ he said as Radec turned around slowly to face him, he chuckled ‘’Don’t try threatening me that way Corporal, I am not a patient man and you… are very much like an ISA when they had aimed a pistol at me.’’

‘’I can tell by your voice,’’ Takeo scolded as he got out his sword, ready to fight as he continued ‘’We could not let you have them for your own gain.’’

Nikolai shushered Frisk behind him as he cocks the shotgun back and ready to protect the children as he glared at Radec ‘’And we will not let that happened, never.’’ he growled.

‘’With any hope to stop me? It will prove to be fatal to you, now hand them over’’ Radec demanded as he sensed the fight is going to start, making him getting out what looked like an advanced version of a shotgun.

‘’And what supposed are you going do that?’’ Spy cautioned, ‘’There’s only forthteen of us here and only one of you.’’ then soon Spy will begin to regret those words as soon they left his mouth and the reason for it why because:

Radec is not alone, thirty one Helghast soldiers uncloaked themselves and armed with guns they couldn't recognize, aiming at the group as the crew looked at them in shock.

‘’W-woah man…’’ Scout stammered as looked at how many soldiers they are and easily out numbered them.

‘’There’s forthteen of us and…’’ Soldier declared before getting confused and begins to count the Helghast Soldiers ‘’Eight, nine…’’

‘’Uh, mate, mind counting that one?’’ Sniper insisted at Soldier while he pointed that one of the soldiers, ‘’I think so but- WILL ALL OF YOU STOP MOVING AROUND!?’’ Soldier roared out of frustration as his teammates and enemy soldiers looked at him in confusion before Soldier threw down his shovel onto the ground ‘’IT’S HARD FOR ME TO COUNT YOU ALL!!! NOT THE FIRST TIME IT’D HAPPENED TWICE!!’’ he bellowed out.

Medic and Engineer groaned as they placed their hands on their foreheads at Soldier’s prediement and at a loss.

‘’Doesn’t matter, it’s your last chance to hand them over or we decorate the ground with your blood!’’ Radec spat out, to winch Dempsey answered ‘’Hell no we not!’’

‘’Fine then…’’ Radec said ‘’Have it your way then.’’ before opened fire on the group, his soldiers soon followed, making the group to take cover and opened fire as battle has begun like tiger and lion started to fight each other.

Nikolai turned to face Frisk and yelled ‘’Run Frisk! Run with the others and never look back!’’

‘’B-but what about you!?’’ Mugman gasped when Cuphead holding on to his hand tightly, ‘’We will be fine!’’ Dempsey rebuked, ‘’Just run from here! If you find a lady named ‘’Mrs. Pauling,’’ stay with her till we catch up! Now go!’’ he continued.

Frisk looked at the Russian til they felt Cuphead’s hand on their shoulder, ‘’We need to go Frisk! We gotta go!’’ Cuphead demanded as Mugman ran up to them.

Frisk looked back at the group and regretfully with no choice, they are forced to flee with their friends as bullets are flying everywhere.

RUN!

Getting away from the gun fire, Boris, Cuphead, Mugman and Frisk ran down the street with their hearts pounding out of their chests as one of the soldiers noticed them leaving.

They bolted down the street and into a neighborhood they came from as they heard shouting from afar, somehow, Frisk knew it was the Helghast Soldiers knowing they had fled from the battlefield.

‘’Uh… Cups… They-’’ Mugman stuttered before being interrupted by Cuphead yelling ‘’I know! Less talking and more running!’’

Boris is ready to use the tommy gun on those soldiers but couldn’t find any courage to fire the bullets on them.

‘’Hurry! Run faster!’’ Mugman shouted.

*Knowing that they are going to get you, *But you can’t let them have your friends.

Frisk pushed Mugman gently, making him to go faster than them as they shouted at him to run faster. Mugman looked at Frisk ‘’Come on Frisk! We need to go back to the bunker!’’ he yelled as he grabbed Frisk’s hand to run with him.

Cuphead turned back to face his brother and his friends ‘’Come on! We gotta-’’

*Cuphead didn’t get to finish his sentence as a sudden loud noise and blinding flash of light appeared! *Then everything went black…

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tf2headshotcanons · 7 years

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How do you think the different mercs would react to Eurovision? With there being just as many European members and American, I've been wondering about it for a little while.

"If you don't know, I'm in love with you, Because of my shoes, I'm wearing today" Yes, the Carnival of Camp, which is the Eurovision! Mate, this had me in more stitches than Sniper after being revived!Anyhow!After a long hard day on the field, killing what appeared to be the men's clones clad in blu(e), the men could finally relax and unwind. Though not their home, Miss Pauling managed to get them a reasonable sized house near their base - a house at least big enough to house nine mercs with her visiting. On this particularly chilly night, the Demo took a large swig - a sinister smirk emerging on his features. Oh it was time. It was time! As... Innocently, as the mischevious man could muster, he gathered the remaining mercs down in the main room. "Movie night already?" Scout asked curiously "Aye lad, somethin like that". Once gathered around the small TV, the Scot stood proudly before them "Lads, yer about teh see the 'greatest' show in Europe!" Sadly, not even Spy picked up on the sarcasm. Once everyone was comfortable, they prepared for a decent film. Decent. Ha! It was almost laughable. They were completely unprepared for the show that they were about to witness. The Eurovision: Carnival of the Camp!Scout: "What da hell is this crap?! Dey can't even sing! Hey- Hey Spy? You on dis?" He may laugh, he may mock. But this little sod secretly loves it. Secretly votes and secretly finds it cool. In the bathroom break, he's singing his favourites so far on the bog. Too bad, mate. Everyone can hear ya.Soldier: Sings and cheers! "This is what your Europe pansies like?! HA!" He's caught between two thorns. On one hand, GOD it's so cringy and shite! But on the other hand, it's like European patriotism, which is his weakness. He takes the piss but openly confesses to liking it. This, in turn, would probably influence Zhanna to like it too, cuddling his arm and watching in awe.Pyro: He's bloody mad! Course he likes it! He sits crossed legged, head propped in his hands and elbows balanced firmly on his knees. He watches in awe and inspiration. The colours, the music, the culture! It's all so beautiful!... Especially that fire number- "MMPHMM!"Demo: He's pissing 'imself laugh in AND he's pissed. When it's on, he's already had a few, so he's up singing and dancing. Butchering others tongue. But he has fun. Himself and Soldier are probably the most involved, though Demo reminds everyone how shit it is. It's bloody hilarious. Rather than a quote, please imagine him singing the beginning quote whilst absolutely hammered. Thanks.Heavy: "Is stupid show for stupid babies." He sits, cross arms and completely unimpressed. He's actually amazed that his sister can be in awe from such rubbish! Heck, it's even turned his team into BIGGER idiots than usual. This bored him. Annoys him. And it baffles him as to why he has to sit through this torment. Engi: Drinking an' laughin' away! When Demo first tells him about it, he laughs it off as some British humour. Then he sees it. And God do his sides hurt him. Slapping his knee and bringing up his guts in fits of laughter, he even pipes into song quickly "This what you Europe folks are into?" He laughs.Snipples: Holey. Dooley. He is fucking dead! Growing up, he hardly was exposed to technology outside of guns thanks to his parents beliefs. But Holy shit what is this crap?! He can't stop laughing! He's choking and his cheeks burn a bright red. IMMEDIATELY - from hearing France is involved - he turns to the Spy and asks if this is the shit he'd sign up for. God, this has made his night. Though, he doesn't sing along with them. Nah, professionals don't do that. But they sure piss themselves laughing!Medic: He's in it! He's fucking in it! "Sheila, if yer out there, love, Please get in touch!" He's fucking in it. (Also, if you don't know the Sheila joke, look up Lee Evans' Scotland tour. You will not be disappointed!) He loves it. Though he laughs, he proudly sings along and brags he could represent Germany MUCH better. They hold him to this! Also, he's the translator for the German section.Spy: He's flustered under that mask. Humiliated of the Europeans. Humiliated of his teams mockery of him (particularly from his son and Sniper). Humiliated to be in a room full of idiots singing along. In truth, he does find it pretty funny. At the same time, he likes the Eurovision. His first experience was watching it with Scout's Ma and a baby Scout, and although Ma hates it, he and his son loved it. They sung and danced the night away to it actually. Fond memories. The small smile it gives him is met with mockery that the team mistakes for wanting to be a part of the show. Well... They ain't fully wrong.BONUS: Merasmus actually ended up hosting his own MercVision to "appease" someone (*coughbollockscough*), with them all having to take part! Demo, Scout, Soldier and Pyro had a blast. Heavy just glared is way through his piece. Spy disappeared. Engi got shy and Sniper was flustered the whole way. Serves them right for mocking! Also, Pauling was the judge and had the best night of her life! Spoilers: Nobody actually won.

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mentallydefectivepotato-blog · 7 years

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Team Fortress 2 Fanfic

We wrote a heavyxmedic+ sniperxspy fanfic for TF2′s birthday. Beware, there is ANGST.

When the snow falls

It was a specially freezing day at coldfront, snow slowly and silently falling from the gray sky above and turning the scenery white. Regardless of that, the mercenaries still had to fight, it was their obligation, their job. Among them, one was less bothered by the weather, as he was used to it: the Heavy. Eating his Sandvich while they were waiting for the next round to start, the RED contemplated the landscape, which reminded him of his dear home, but, to him, something just didn’t seem right.

During such a dreary day, the only thing that could make him happy was seeing his medic, or, as the Russian called him, “his doktor”. The man in question, Ludwig, sat at the desk located inside the RED base’s meeting room, along with his team’s engineer and spy, discussing the strategy they would use, even though they knew that the rest of their team wouldn’t follow it anyway. After the meeting had ended, the German met up with him, and they started to chat.

“How is your day, doktor?” heavy asked, adopting a cheerful tone as soon as he saw his boyfriend. Some would think of their relationship as unprofessional, but they didn’t care at all, for that their love overcame others’ criticism.

“Vell, zhe other team’s spy has been annoying me, I have been backstabbed so many times lately.” the medic protested, gesturing widely to emphasize his displeasure.

“Sorry for not protecting you. Next time I will punch him so much, he will never touch you again” the other affirmed, with a noticeable irritated tone, as if he was mad not only at the BLU spy, but at his own incapacity of protecting his lover.

Surely, the BLU spy was hated by the whole RED team, and even by some of his own teammates. Partially because nobody trusted spies, but also because of his cocky personality. Actually, he wasn’t a complete douchebag inside, but the only one who knew this was his team’s sniper. They weren’t seen as really close friends by the other mercenaries but, in reality, they were more than that: lovers.

Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by the administrator, as the speakers announced “Mission begins in 10 seconds.”. Ludwig prepared his Medi Gun and kissed his boyfriend in the cheek, wishing him good luck. Meanwhile, the other mercenaries prepared themselves to get out of spawn and run into the frigid snow.

“We will win this round, doktor! If you are with me, nothing can stop us!” assured Misha, embracing his significant other deeply and lovingly, just as he used to do before all the battles.

“Yes, I am sure of it.” replied the man in a white coat, giving the other a light peck on his lips. “Let’s kill them all, mein liebe.”

“Eww! Get a room, you two!” the scout interrupted, feeling uncomfortable. The couple ignored him and the bostonian boy decided to give up.

Meanwhile, in BLU team’s base, all of the mercenaries were also getting ready for the action. Sniper, sitting on a chair, was observing the battlefield, analyzing which positions would be the best for him to prepare his sniper nest. He was so focused that he didn’t even notice that spy was looking at him with a lustful smile. Finally, he got up so that he could position himself in a good place, as the beginning of the battle approached. Soon after doing so, the Australian bumped into his French lover.

“Since when have you been there, spook?!” asked the man in shades, almost having a heart attack

“Ha, have you only noticed it now? I’ve been there for quite a time.” a smug grin made its way to the man’s face.

“And doing what, wanker?”

“Admiring my dear bushman, of course.” spy winked and stole a kiss from his lover, catching him off guard and making him blush like mad.

“Piss off! What are you-”

“Five. Four. Three. Two. One.” the Administrator declared the beginning of the battle.

“Uh… Snipes, you ok? Your face looks like a fuckin’ tomato.” scout questioned.

“…Sure, mate. I’m fine.” sniper recomposed himself and looked around, searching for his boyfriend, but the assassin had already vanished like smoke.

Both teams ran out to the battlefield, heading to the control point in the center of the map, while the engineers placed their sentry nests at their respective teams’ control points. It was, despite of the exceptionally cold weather, an ordinary day, with bullets, explosives and fire everywhere. And so the battle continued, blood splattering all over the ground and painting the snow crimson red.

While everybody was in the frontlines, spilling blood and sacrificing themselves so that their team would be able to advance, the BLU spy was armed with His Eternal Reward, infiltrating through the enemy base, sneaking so that no one would could see him. As he wore a Dead Ringer, he couldn’t turn invisible, so, with extra carefulness, he waited for the chance of getting a disguise.

However, on his way to RED’s headquarters, the Frenchman found the enemy medic by himself. From the man’s appearance and location, it seemed that he had gotten separated from the rest of his team after being chased down by a pyro. The doctor soon noticed the Frenchman’s presence and turned his attention to him.

“Spy! I vill kill you zhis time!”

“Oh? I didn’t think we would meet so soon, mon ami. I still haven’t wiped the blood of my knife from the last time I killed you.” the backstabber mocked.

Furious, medic abruptly rushed forward in an enraged, screaming display and pierced through the provoker with his ubersaw, taking him by surprise. Quickly, the BLU activated his Dead Ringer and moved away, while hearing his attacker boast about his skill and laugh at his fake dead body.

Seeing his victim distracted, he took the opportunity and backstabbed him right at the bottom of the stairs in front of the RED control point. The light bulbs shining brightly at the ceiling were the only witnesses of the incident. As soon as he did this, spy heard a voice he knew very well. With an indifferent tone, it declared: “The respawn has stopped working. Try to keep yourselves alive, or else you won’t come back.”

Upon hearing so, the mercenary got paralyzed. He had killed the RED medic and knew he was gone forever. The French looked at his own hands and trembled: he was a murderer. Of course, he had already killed many people before, but this time it was… different. It felt wrong. The spy knew his victim too well to look at the situation impersonally, and, above all, he also knew how much the RED heavy loved the doctor. For the first time, he felt guilty for taking someone’s life, for the suffering his actions would cause.

Then, suddenly, the RED heavy came running nervously through the base’s door, scanning his surroundings and passing by the crates and barrels scattered around the place. Apparently, he was looking for someone. The only thing the spy could suspect was that the Russian had come to save his lover, alerted by his screams. The French pitied the man, as he knew better than anyone how painful it would be to lose the one you love. Then, turning to the fake German, the RED said:

“Doktor, I heard you scream, you are good?” he was panting and had a concerned look on his face.

“Oh, Heavy, zhere jou are, I am glad I found you, I was worried about zhis announcement too, but now zhat I am with jou, we are safe.” Spy replied, hiding the remorse he felt. “I ran into spy, but now that dummkopf is finally dead, look!” He pointed at his own corpse, imitating medic’s psychopathic grin perfectly.

“So you screamed because of this, heavy is happy doktor is ok now.” answered the heavy in a relieved, unsuspecting manner.

In the meantime, everyone from the BLU base was searching for their teammates, frightened by the announcement that the Administrator had made. Finally, the whole group managed to meet at the spawn and gathered at the dimly lit meeting room, but when soldier was finally able to count the members and said that no one was missing, sniper contested:

“I think you forgot someone, mate. Dontcha miss the stink of cigarettes?” the sarcastic smile he always had on his face while badmouthing the spy was one of the reasons people didn’t think the two of them liked each other very much.

Indeed, everyone seemed to be there, but spy. Even though he was disliked by almost all of his colleagues, he was still their partner, and they were afraid he could be actually dead, forever. At first they didn’t think this was the case, as the Frenchman used to disappear often, but this assumption was confirmed by the fact that scout, while going back to his base, saw spy’s body inside the RED base.

“Oh, so the bloody frog is finally dead?” demoman asked jokingly.

“Oh, c’mon, man, now that that fricking spy is finally gone, we won’t have to suspect anybody else.” scout replied.

“Haha, so we won’t have to see that wanker again?” the Australian added, smirking.

“That’s right, boy. Phew, this man really got on mah nerves!” engineer chuckled.

“Mmmph mmph...” pyro sounded upset by the fact, as if he mourned the death of his friend.

However, deep inside, sniper was heartbroken. His one and only love in his whole life was gone, forever. And the rest of the team seemed unbothered by that fact, and even happy, this was what hurt him the most. Besides that, he had to act as if he didn’t care: he was a professional.

Both teams, thinking about the earlier announcement and the consequences it would have in their lives, stayed in their respective bases, afraid of going out and not coming back. The world seemed dark and ominous and the atmosphere was quiet and heavy. Immerse in their thoughts, a loud voice woke them up from their momentary calm moment, loudly speaking:

“Time to fight! Idling is not allowed. Get up and move!” the Administrator ordered, and so everyone did, not wanting to disobey her.

Very cautiously, the mercenaries got out of their respective spawns and advanced towards the middle control point. The BLU sniper took some moments longer to pull the will he needed to walk towards a high cliff, his sniper nest, and start working again. Taking a deep breath, he zoomed in his Machina and looked for REDs. In reality, the Australian wasn’t attempting to shoot anyone, as taking someone’s life wasn’t his intention.

Meanwhile, the BLU spy, disguised as an enemy medic, was trying his best to pretend he was the real one. If heavy found out his lover was gone, and because of him, the French would certainly get killed, and that clearly wasn’t what he wanted. He felt sorry for taking his German boyfriend’s life away, and thus, continued acting so that the Russian wouldn’t feel so lonely. As the impostor heard the Administrator saying that they would have to fight again, he knew he was in trouble. He had to escape, but wouldn’t be capable of taking another life to do so, the guilt he felt was already overwhelming.

The RED heavy, followed by spy, was heading to the frontlines, ready for the combat. Looking for a chance to sneak away and run back to his base, the masked BLU waited at the RED spawn. Noticing how the fake medic was standing still strangely instead of following him, the heavy called him out:

“Doktor! Come help me!” his voice held the affection he had for his lover.

To avoid any suspicion, spy acted accordingly. At some point around the exit though, he pretended to be injured and tried to come up with an excuse to run back to his base.

“Heavy, go ahead, I vill just take a health pack over there and then meet you again.” he lied, hoping that heavy would leave him alone so that he could flee.

“No, doktor, it is dangerous here, I will come with you.” the bulky man answered. “I will not lose you.” he then embraced the French gently.

And that’s when spy’s life went downhill. Heavy remembered the scent of roses and cigarettes he had smelt earlier and found out the true identity of his “teammate”. At the moment the BLU’s disguise wore off, he could see a long dagger embroidered with oriental ornaments in his right hand, dirtied with blood. The Russian suddenly realized his lover was dead, and the man in front of him was an impostor and murderer. The French tried, in a moment of despair, to pick up his Dead Ringer, but the other mercenary instantaneously took it off his hand. He grabbed the BLU violently by his collar and roared:

“Dirty spy, you killed my doktor?!”

“It was... not my intention… I’m very sorry for your loss…” spy looked down, as if he was trying to excuse himself of his actions.

“Why did you do that?! You know he will never come back!” heavy already was in the verge of tears. His anguish and suffering could be felt in his words. No physical pain he had ever felt before could compare to the one he felt inside him at that instant: All he could think was “Why?! Why him?!”.

“It was right before the respawn stopped working, I swear I didn’t mean to take his life away, forever.” the endangered mercenary tried to apologize for what he had done, but it didn’t seem to work.

Heavy knocked the BLU to the wall and started hitting him, expressing all the fury, bitterness and sorrow he felt. The French didn’t even react, as he felt miserable and disgusting: he deserved it, he was a murderer. The RED was suffering, so he would have to go through it too. His mind was clouded and his eyes were empty, he just waited for his enemy to kill him, and then it all would be over.

The Russian couldn’t ratiocinate, hatred and desire for revenge took over him. At the same time, beautiful recordations that had been shared with medic emerged from his mind, which only made his misery worsen: their fights side by side, their gentle, warm hugs and kisses, the sweet words they had once shared. These things would never come back, and he knew it. He knew it and it hurt.

Spy’s consciousness was fading, his senses were weakening, but, in the middle of the chaos, a thought crossed his mind. What about sniper, his lover? He was surely waiting for him to come back, so that they could share kind words and gestures after the battle as they always did, so that they could hug each other and share a drink after a long, stressful day. If he never came back, how would he feel?

That thought was what gave him will to live. The one thing that made him struggle to survive, the only thing that still mattered to him. Spy tried to free himself of the bigger man, just so that he wouldn’t get crushed against the wall.

The commotion the fight caused made sniper get up from his nest and head closer to the source of it in an attempt to find out what was happening. When he believed that nothing would be able to surprise him, he had a view that sent a chill through his bones. Seeing his lover pressed against the wall and getting fiercely punched by the RED, he quickly scoped his Machina and aimed it at the enemy’s head, in hopes of saving the Frenchman. For the first time in his life, his hands shook as he held the rifle. Thousands of thoughts crossed his mind. He didn’t understand what was going on and how spy was still alive, he just knew he had to act, and quickly.

Bang.

The shot went right through heavy’s head…

… But also ended up hitting spy’s chest.

Sniper rapidly walked down the stairs and runned towards his beloved, holding him tight in his arms. He felt the blood that had soaked the mercenary’s blue suit and was flowing out of his body. Tears immediately filled the Australian’s eyes as he looked at spy, who tried his best to fake a confident smile.

“What is wrong, bushman? That is not usual of you, ‘cheer up, mate!’”

“You bloody spook, why d’you always have to be so careless?” he shouted.

“Sorry, mon cher, it seems I couldn’t run this time, as the filthy snake I am, right?” the French replied sarcastically.

“Please, stop this, can’t you take this seriously and be sincere for once? I-I’m so scared, please, don’t leave me…”

“Before… before I go, I just want to tell you something.” spy whispered, his words sounded honest and urgent.

“...........................................”

“What? I-I can’t hear you.”

Sniper leaned in to hear exactly what the dying man was trying to say, and, in that moment, spy pulled him to a passionate and tender kiss. Though the French’s strength was fading, as he had lost a lot of blood, he still gripped his beloved firmly. Both stayed like this, enjoying the last moments they would have together. Then, spy loosened his hand from sniper’s and closed his eyes.

“You bloody spook, don’t you dare die, bloody hell!” panicking, the Australian couldn’t do anything to help the other. His teammates were too far to help, the blood loss had been too significant.

“Au revoir, mon amour. We shall meet again.”

Spy was gone.

He was dead and nothing could be done to change this. Sniper analyzed his situation. The one and only he had loved for his entire life was dead, by his own fault. Maybe if he wasn’t so nervous when aiming at heavy, he wouldn’t have hit spy too. If his hands weren’t trembling that much, if the tears weren’t blurring his vision… But none of this mattered anymore. The actions he had made couldn’t be modified.

The Australian breathed deeply and tried to focus. What would he do now? The respawn was broken and he hadn’t only killed one person, but two, one of which was his own teammate. He was a murderer, they would never come back. Heavy was, obviously, an enemy, who was attempting to kill spy, but he was still a human. And spy, oh, his own lover, was killed by his very hands. The French was the reason sniper laughed, cried, got angry and annoyed; he made him feel like he had a place in that world. Without him, he would be incomplete, his life would lose its purpose.

Sniper tried to imagine the rest of his life without his boyfriend. It would be dull, dreadful, and colorless, without the joy spy used to bring. And what’s more, what would the rest of the team, if there was still a team after this bloodbath, think about what he did? They would be terrified by the fact that he had killed two men; he wouldn’t, under any circumstances, be forgiven by his crimes.

He inhaled once more. There was only one way out of this. He reached for spy’s revolver, which was right besides him, lying on the floor, and pointed it at his own head.

“So, in the end, I’ll be able to meet you.” those were his last words. Then he pulled the trigger.

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Go get that Medic! - And don't let him die

Chapter 2: Equal Status

Ill-tempered Spy walks out of the Respawn. He fetched a cigarette from his cigarette case, lit it, and went to the dining room, where he was killed. He just cannot explain what happened and how. He finds the Mercs sitting at the table. They look depressed. Spy hasn't a good feeling. “What ‘appened?” “Ach, there you are” Scout gripes. “Our Doc is gone.” “What gone?” “The BLUs get him.” “’ave you tried to stop them?” “Yeah, but they left with the van.” “And whereto?” “Don’t know.” “That can’t be true…” Spy is holding his head. “Hey! Who of us was killed? A Spy that be killed by another Spy. How embarrassing is that?” “And you? You were not killed. You knew the BLUs were planning something, but they were able to take Medic away! ‘ow is this possible?” “Let's stop with the mutual recrimination and concentrate on freeing Medic” Engineer suggests with a conciliatory voice. “You’re right.” Spy sits down at the table. “What are they planning with him? That doesn't make any sense...” “I think the BLUs have thousand good reasons to kidnap Medic. They see in him the main reason why they are always losing. I could imagine that at least.” “Yes, our Medic is a real professional. Not like the BLU Medic. Such an idiot. Like the rest of the team. He's almost always the first one to be killed. Hahaha!” “And not even purposely.” “Hahaha!” Spy clears his throat. “Do you forgot that our good Docteur is gone?” “What do they want to do with him? Kill him?” Again, laughter echoes through the room. Only Heavy, Engineer and Spy remain serious. “From now on I will only talk to you both...” Spy takes a big drag from his cigarette.

Team Fortress 2

It's like an eternity, when the van finally stops. However, so violently that the chair, the BLU Medic is sitting on, tumbles along with him and the doctor falls to the ground. Also the rest tilts to the side, except Heavy and RED Medic. Heavy is much too massive, and since he still holds Medic, he's also spared by the effect. “Everything out!" Sniper calls out of the cab. “The hell, Sniper?!” A chuckle is heard behind the wall.

Medic and Soldier are the first to get out of the van, then follow RED Medic and Heavy and the rest. The place is brightly lit by the lanterns that were set up there. Medic immediately recognized it. “Sawmill? Is this your secret base? Of all places?” BLU Medic rolls his eyes annoyed and walks straight along the road. Yes, why did they choose this place as their secret base? In Sawmill, they had suffered their worst defeat so far (even though they always have a defeat against the REDs, there was in fact a defeat that was listed as the worst. Hard to believe.) BLU Medic was thrown 5 times into the sawmill saw, where he was painfully dissected. Well, he was rather blown there, by Pyros Airblast. He was the first to dominate him after the fight was not going on for half an hour. And almost at the same time the whole BLU team was extinguished. 3 times! Oh what excruciating memories. So why did they choose this place as their secret base? BLU Medic doesn't let show anything in front of the RED Medic, but he can feel his devilish grin in his back.

RED Medic laughs in his sleeve. These Dummkops. In Sawmill there are plenty of places where he can kill himself. And one of these places is the checkpoint. This is surrounded by two big buzzsaws, which turn tirelessly and move to the right, times to the left. Woe to anyone who comes too close to them. And that is exactly where they are coming by. The circular saws are active. Medics pulse is increasing. He will probably be back in the RED Base before bedtime. He directs his gaze forward and then inconspicuously backwards. Heavy is close behind him, but he doesn’t hold him anymore. His hands are tied behind his back, but he should still be faster than he. Scout is much faster than RED Medic, but he should be able to shake him off easily. He is superior to him physically. The surprise effect is on his side. None of the BLUs will guess what he's up to now. These idiots don't even take note of the circular saws. Probably they have their secret base here for a long time that they no longer perceive them. 1…2…3! RED Medic is sprinting. He hears BLU Medic calling. “What the…?! WAHH! Catch him!” Medic takes a look behind himself. In fact Scout is very close to him. On his face a confidently almost amused smile. The boy thinks the old man is not a challenge. Oh wait, little boy. With all the strength that RED Medic can muster, he jumps into the air and turns around his own axis. He stretches his right leg and with a targeted kick against Scout's head, the runner is hurled to the side. One of them is hors de combat, but this action had Medic slowed down considerably. BLU Heavy is already very close behind him. He stretches out his arms already after him. It's now or never. Medic jumps the last two meters. The circular saw approaches his position. If everything goes well, he will fall directly into the steel teeth, which will drill into his flesh, shred his intestines, and then send him back to his base. That sounds wonderful! And if everything goes smoothly, he will die fast.

The fall feels like an eternity for RED Medic. Suddenly large, strong hands grab him, catch him in the middle of the air. It's Heavy, who had caught him. He lifts Medic over his head to prevent him from killing himself. However, the Russian loses his balance and falls forward. With the last force he throws Medic back. He moans in pain as he falls hard on the floor, and only a short time after, sprinkle spots of blood. The BLUs look horrified as their Heavy is sawn into two parts. RED Medic is disappointed. Scheiße. That should actually be me… Steps approach him from behind and shortly thereafter he is packed and put back on his feet. Demoman wields a strong arm around his neck and turns it around. BLU Medic comes up to him. Anger tugs his face. “You bring more trouble upon us than you're even worth!” “Oh? I seem to be very valuable. After all, you are ready to die for me. Hehehe.” RED Medic makes a head movement toward Heavy. “That’s enough! Los, weiter! I warn you. Another such an action and-“ “And what? Will you kill me then?” “………”

The BLUs and their prisoner enter the base. They had changed their position. Spy, Medic and Engineer go behind RED Medic, the rest before him. Soldier carries the unconscious Scout over his shoulder. RED Medic is still looking for a way to kill himself. No one is in sight. Well, actually there is a way. He might hit his head against the wall until a deadly blood clot forms, but the BLUs wouldn't allow it. Hold the breath? Not really. BLU Heavy approaches them. Fresh from the Respawn. He looks angry. “Leetle Doktor is to blame that Heavy was killed!” “You weren't supposed to stop me, you know?” RED Medic answers monotonously. Heavy pants with rage. “Shut your mouth!” urges BLU Medic. The doctor comes up with another idea of how he could depart this life. Provocation. But he is not sure how to work it. Heavy is very angry, but by mere words, he cannot make him to kill him. He is rather a gentle giant, who can't be provoked by anything. No matter how angry he may be. Unless…

They come through a room in which various weapons are lying. All extremely deadly (though only if they lie in the right hands), but only one has RED MEDICS attention. Sasha. Heavy's absolute weakness and the absolutely deadly certainty to provoke him. When they pass by the Minigun, RED Medic boots the gun which is leaning on the wall. It bursts out loud and as expected, everyone turns around. When Heavy sees his gun lying on the ground, he fixes RED Medic with angry eyes. Not just that. They look hateful. He picks Sasha up. “Stay calm, son” Engineer tries to appease him. “Heavy must clean Sasha” says the Russian with a growling voice, turning RED Medic's back on. Only a little bit and Medic is back with his team. “HEY!” Heavy stops and turns half back to the prisoner. He grins at him maliciously. “You should keep an eye on your weapon. She is so ugly that I really get pleasure to kick her. But don't worry, she's so big and sturdy, I can go a bit harder, right? She will bear it.” Heavy's canthus twitch. Spy press RED Medic a hand on his mouth. “Be quiet already!” But too late. Heavy whirls around, holding the minigun firmly in both hands. The barrel starts to rotate, the weapon howls. Quick-thinking, Spy grabs RED Medic and throws himself with him aside. To the bad luck of the BLU Medic. The countless bullets bored into his body. By this force he is thrown backwards, slips a few meters over the ground and stays lie motionless. Heavy immediately stops the hail of bullets. The entire team is mouth open. Only RED Medic is annoyed. Failure. Again. “Dude… We can kill each other with our own weapons?” Scout has become awake, but is immediately unconscious again. “It’s enough now!” Soldier drops Scout to the ground, grabs RED Medic and throws him over the shoulder. “Now you are MY prisoner! As long as you are on my shoulder, you will obey, Maggot!” “This is your own fault. Why are you marching with me through a room full of weapons?” The BLU team is silent. Medic is not surprised. Dummkops…

Team Fortress 2

“They are not here too…” “Don't lose courage! That was just the second map. There are others.” “How many maps are actually there?” Soldier counts on his fingers. “103” he answers. “103? Are ya sure? Ya must have miscalculated. Recount.” “Why should we look for the Doc at all? I mean, what do they want to do with him? They cannot hold him forever.” “We find Doctor and bring him back!” Heavy growls. “And where should we look next? We have now searched in Harvest and Dustbowl. If we continue to haphazard search any maps, we will not be ready until tomorrow.” “Let's go to Ghost Fort” Soldier suggests. “I don't know if it's clear to you, knucklehead, but this is a Halloween map. These cowards will surely not hide there.” “You just say that because you're scared, Scout.” “T-that’s not true! I am afraid of nothing and no one!” “Very good. Because we will ask Merasmus for help.” “W-what?!” “Are you kidding?” “I think this might be interesting.” “What do you mean, Frenchie?” “Well, this will be the first and probably the last chance that we will see that you are asking Merasmus for ‘elp.” “It was my idea to go to him, but I never said I'll ask him for help, Maggot!” “You two should finally put aside your differences.” “NO! Not as long as he constantly threatens me with doom and damnation!” “This is probably your own fault. After all, you destroyed 'is 'ouse back then. Oh, and you broke 'is wand too.” “It was not on purpose! Except that with the wand... How do you know that at all? Damned Spy!” “See it as an opportunity to apologize. Maybe Merasmus will finally stop then ‘aunting our team now and then.” “And maybe I'll get my eye back.” “I wouldn't hope, mate. Your eye looks quite happy, so free and untied…” Demoman sighs and takes a strong sip from his bottle. They were back on their way to Snipers Van, but they were halfway stranded because they had to discuss. Heavy growls. “Enough!” He grabs Soldier and Demoman, throws them over his shoulders and clamps the rest under his arms. Then he carries his team to Snipers Van, throws them all in the rear, then sits behind the steering wheel and hits the road. Heavy is furious. Why do they all just stand around and talk when their doctor has been abducted by the BLU team? Aren't they worried? Medic would worried too.

“Medic! Meeediiic! Doktooor!” “Was ist los, Heavy?” “Whole RED Team was kidnapped by BLU Team!” “Oh? Ach, their will be fine. Please do me a favor and lie down on the table. I have to try a new experiment on you.”

“………” Heavy sighs. He stops right at Ghost Fort. He hopes that Merasmus will help them find Medic. And if not, then this revered magician should dress warmly. A No Heavy will not accept.

After Heavy had overrun 5 maps, he finally reached Ghost Fort. During the ride he had stepped neatly into the accelerator pedal. The noise from the back of the vehicle was not to ignore. The REDs burst out of the van. “What the hell is wrong with you, Fatty? Did you want to kill us?” The team looks at Scout for a moment silently. “I'll tell you one thing, mate, if my Van got a scratch, you'll never get near it anymore!” Sniper stands chest to chest with Heavy. But the Russian remains unimpressed. “Let us look for wizard.” “Hmh… Where could Merasmus hide? Shall we call for him?” “I don't think we 'ave to go to such an effort. Soldier's presence would probably be enough to lure Merasmus out of 'is 'iding place.” “…? Where is Soldier?” They find him in the van. He sits on the bench, his arms folded in front of his chest, his lower lip pushed forward, his eyes stares at the wall torwards him (since his eyes lies under his helmet, the Mercs can only guess he's staring). “Solly, what’s wrong?” “Haha! He’s probably afraid.” Demoman pushes Scout back. “If you cannot be serious, stay here and keep your mouth shut.” “Pah!” The boy turns away from his team and looks around. He has no fear. The place is gloomy, wrapped in green mist. He has no fear… From the distance he can see the skull island. From the huge skull lights green light. Also the clouds above the map are greenish-colored. …he has no fear! A dark howling and moaning attracts the attention of the frightened Scout. A lilac ghost hovering over the checkpoint. And he looks directly in his direction. “Nnghh! H-hey, guys…” Scout tugs at Sniper's clothes. But he shakes him off. “Leave me alone, Kid.” The ghost hover over to him. “AHH! Running!”

“Get out, Soldier.” “Negatory!” “Why are you bitchy right now?” A growl. “See it as an opportunity to be reconcile with Merasmus.” “Oh nooo!” “You get out right now!” “No!” “Now!” “Negative, Maggot!” Heavy has enough. He jumps into the van, who begins to wiggle heavily, gets Soldier and pulls him out. “Let me go, numb nut!” Suddenly, eerie music and a malicious laugh echo through the place. “Fools! You dare to penetrate my territory? Well then. Welcome! To your doom! Oh hello, Soldier.” Soldier folds his arms and turns away from the magician. “Yeah, yeah…” “Merasmus, we need your ‘elp.” “Oh? So the mercenaries want my help? How did I come to this honor? And if I refuse? I have absolutely no reason to help you, but enough reasons to send you to your doom! Muhahaha!” Heavy takes a step forward, takes Merasmus by the collar and pulls him down. “Wizard will help find Medic! If not, Heavy will crush you!” “You ‘ave no problem with us at all, Merasmus. You're just mad at Soldier.” “Maggot?” “You are his friends! That's why I hate you too.” “Oh? So you think that we have easier with him?” Spy approched to Merasmus, who is struggle against Heavy's grip. “We both know ‘ow hard it is to live with Soldier in one location. We share this fate.” “What are you trying to say, traitor?” Demo abstains Soldier with trouble. Spy doesn't be deterred. “Soldier will apologize to you now.” “WHAT?! Over my dead body!” While Heavy Merasmus arrests with one hand, he reaches for Soldier with his other hand and presses both together. Their noses touch. “Apologize!” “Never!” “NOW!” Soldier is growling again. It remains silent between Merasmus and Soldier. The Mercs also say nothing, wait for the Soldier to finally bear down. Scouts cries for help can be heard in the background, but no one is attach value. “…sorry…” “Louder!” Heavy solidifies his grip around Soldier's neck. “Sorry! I’m sorry! I’m very sorry! I'm sorry that I destroyed your house at that time and I'm sorry that you have to carve an existence as a ghost! OKAY?” Merasmus is silent for a moment. Then he asks with a slightly trembling voice: “Do you really mean it?” Soldier laughs childishly. “Of course not! Nincompoop!” Enraged by Soldier's words, Merasmus finds the strength to break away from Heavy's grip. His body is surrounded by a green mist that turns into fire. He looks down at Soldier with an angry look. “Feel the terror… of a raccoon!” A flash lightning strikes Soldier's position. The Mercs are blinded for a moment. The next, Soldier is disappeared. “Hey! Where is he now?” “Down here, maggots!” And indeed. A raccoon sits in Soldier's helmet. “You turned him...into a raccoon?” “In a maggot-eating raccoon! Muhahaha!” “And why a raccoon?” “Soldier likes raccoons so much. Then he shall be himself one! And now to you!” “Wait! I ‘ave a better idea.” “What would that be?” Spy recognizes his chance and tries to win Merasmus for their cause. “We are looking for the BLU Team. ‘elp us to find them and you can go on the rampage with them.” “But I don’t want the BLU Team.” “You will ‘ave fun with them. They are all scary ‘ares. We are no longer afraid of you. You just attacked us too often. We know all your tricks. But the BLUs don't. You can teach them ‘ow to fear. Well, what do you say?” Merasmus is thinking. Spy puts more affect. He waves him down and whispers into the wizard's ear: “They also ‘ave a soldier. Just imagine, it would be RED soldier and set all your magic onto ‘im. I know you can never do anything to our soldier. In a way, you still feel sympathy for ‘im, don't you?” A warning look from Merasmus. “Don’t worry. I will not tell anyone. But only if you ‘elp us.” “Who whispers, lies!” the raccoon shouts from its helmet. “SILENCE! Agreed. I will help you. Leave me a moment.” Merasmus closes his eyes. “Mmhhh… mmhhh… Yes, I can see them. They are in Sawmill.” “Sawmill? Of all places?” “Let us start.” Engineer picks up Soldier's helmet, and he recognizes that one is missing. “Where is the boy?” “AAAAAaaaaaaahhhhhh…..!” Scouts mark-shouting cry echoes through the whole place. The Mercs automatically turn to the clock. After a brief moment of waiting, it spits out the runner with a bell gong and he falls in high arch on the checkpoint, where he remain lying down motionless. “Could someone please pick up Scout, so we can finally drive?”

Team Fortress 2

“Nnnghh!” “Put him down here, Soldier.” In the infirmary of the BLU Medic the doctor is rudely put down on the ground. “Thank you very much.” Soldier gives a growl and goes. BLU Medic and Spy stay. “Do I get at least a chair?” “Nix da! You cockroach stays on the ground. After all, you belong there. Miserable RED-Pack…” “And what is to happen now?” “Now?” BLU Medic takes his pencil and notepad, stands before the prisoner and looks down at him. “Now you will tell me the secret of the Übercharge.” “…that’s all? You kidnapped me so just to tell you how the Übercharge works?” “What do you mean ‘just’? Because of this Übercharge, you always win every battle! We have no chance against you at all! Pah! Your cowards could not win otherwise, right?” RED Medic stares incredulously at the BLU Medic. “Wait what? Do you try to tell me that we are cheating?” RED Medic is getting angry. “Now listen to me, you wannabe Medic! It's not my fault that you don't have the necessary expertise to support your team! It was just my decision to upgrade my team-mates to create the Übercharge. If you don't come up with such ideas, that's not my fault. Apart from that, we would win without the Übercharge too.” It remains silent in the infirmary. Spy stands somewhat apart and observes the situation interested. “Honestly, if you had asked me for advice, I would have gladly helped you.” “What?!” BLU Medic is perplexed. “You should have just asked me. I would have even helped you with the operation. We don't need to be a step ahead of you with all might, you know?” “Er… I… Moment! Operation?” “Of course. You have to cut open your team mates, take their hearts out of them and...” “Stop!” From BLU Medics face the color has faded. RED Medic cannot help but laugh at it. “Ach ja, richtig. You're suffering from hematophobia. You're afraid of blood and injections. Oh ever. And since you want to believe that clones are actually perfect.” “Hematophobia is the 'morbid' fear of blood. It's not so bad with me! I'm not fainting. At least not anymore... Uh ...!” BLU Medic balks. “What did you say? Clones?” “Well, have a look at you. We are as alike as two peas in a pod. Do you think this is normal?” “…no. But that doesn't mean that WE are clones! Just what are you thinking who you are?” “I remember my childhood and where I come from. You too?” “………”The anger lets the color return to BLU Medics' face. “This is a completely different story!”

Poop. “Hmh?” BLU Medic reaches into his hair. There he touches something. Then he looks up at his doves. RED Medic shakes his head amused. “Not even your birds have respect for you. It hit you hard when Spy told you that my doves defended me, right? They'd never do such a thing for you, would they?” BLU Medic is fighting hard, not losing control of himself. Threateningly, he points to the RED with his finger. “We will…talk about…this later…” Then he turns around and leaves the infirmary. Spy remains a moment, inspects Medic, and smokes his cigarette. Then the Frenchman is about to leave, too. “Kill me!” Spy stops abruptly and turns back to Medic very slowly. On his face a wide smile. You can see that he very enjoys this moment. He approached to Medic, kneel down before him and answers: “Later.” He blows the cigarette smoke in his face. “Maybe.” Annoyed, Medic turns his head aside. “You like it, don’t you?” “Immensely.” Spy goes over to the double door. There he turns round again. “Now we're quit.” Then he leaves and RED Medic remains alone.

He waits a moment, and then, with the help of the wall in his back, he levers up himself on the legs. Fortunately, the BLUs have not thought of tying his ankles. But they had thought of one thing; there is not a single instrument in the entire operating room. No scalpel, no drill, not even a pair of pliers. Or does it usually look like this? That would at least make sense. After all, BLU Medic is suffering from a blood phobia. “………” However, RED Medic does not give up the search. But he stays inside the infirmary. It would be too risky to get out with tied hands. When they discover him, he sits on the ground faster than he would like. Why do they leave him alone at all?

When he still looks around the room for a chance to get rid of his shackles, the doves suddenly dart at him. “What the…?” Bzzz! Medic gets a light electric shock. The doves hack on Engineer's power cable, with which he is tied up. As in the madness, the birds chop up at it again and again. Medic not only gets damage from the permanent electric shocks, but is also hurt by the beaks. The doves also are not spared from electric shocks. But they get over it as nothing. Finally the power cable is broken and falls to the ground. The doves sit back on the ceiling lamp. Every now and then some of them twitch, while the crackling of the stream is heard. Medic rubs his wrists and looks up at the birds. “Well, you seem to have done this many times, huh? I also have a dove who likes to dig through intestines. I bet you'd would get along well with Archimedes. I have to go now. Please be nice to your owner. He is okay.” “Coo~” Medic smiles.

He's now heading towards the exit. But he barely steps out of the room, suddenly the BLU Heavy comes around the corner. Both are freezing for a moment, then the Russian rushes at him with an angry outcry. Medic moves back into the room, grabs the holder of both doors, and slams them shut. He hurried to the operating table and rolled it in front of the double door. This will not stop this bear of a Russian, but maybe Medic can win a bit of time. He looks around frantically, discovering a ventilation shaft, sideways above BLU Medics desk. He jumps on the table, has to stretch a bit to get to the grid. Fortunately, it's easy to remove it. With a courageous leap, Medic moves into the shaft. He can hear it banging and clattering behind him. Heavy is in the room! As fast as possible, the RED member tries to crawl away from the opening, but he does not come far. In front of him in the narrow shaft stands a raccoon before him. “What the…? Wild animals lurking into the base? Ha, so BLU Medic probably got his doves.” “Don't stare at me, maggot!” “…Soldier?” “That's how it looks.” “How did you become a raccoon? By science? Interesting.” “By magic.” “Ach so… So not interesting. Wait… Magic? But the only one who has this ability is...” “That's why we could find you. And now let's go. I want to be back to my human form.” “So I find you very cute.” A threatening growling. “Haha! All right, all right. Thank you for coming for me. I thought I had to kill myself.” “No Maggot is left behind!” “Wouldn't you saying soldier? No soldier is left behind?” “Jarrr…” Soldier turns around in the narrow shaft to leads Medic out. This one already sees himself in freedom when suddenly he feels a powerful grip around one of his ankles. Heavy! Medic had completely forgotten him! Quick-thinking, he grabs Soldier's ringed tail and they are both pulled out of the shaft with a strong hitch. Upside down RED Medic hangs in front of BLU Heavy, who looks anything but enthusiastic. “Heavy has caught leetle Doktor!” “Just look what I caught.” Medic holds up Soldier by his tail and he attacks immediately. His sharp teeth bite into Heavy's arm. The Russian screams loudly and lets Medic fall to the ground to fight with the raccoon. RED Medic uses the chance and runs out of the infirmary. He can hardly believe it when he sees that his entire team is here. And each of them fights against his copy. However without any weapons. No explosions, no shots are heard. Shall no one be killed? Well, all right. Main point, I'm coming out of here finally. At least I don't have to kill myself with all my power anymore. Hah, excised now, where I have free track…

Suddenly RED Medic is grabbed from behind. A strong arm wraps around his neck and his left arm is fixed on his back. “So what have we got here?” BLU Medic steps in front of RED. Although his team is tracked and fought, he smiles. “What?” he asks. “What are you grinning about? Don't you know you lost?” “I do. I realize a defeat when I get one. But before I die I will see you die. Soldier.” Firmly in his grip, BLU Soldier drags Medic toward the moving giant buzzsaw. “Wait what?! First you want to drive me into suicide and when that didn’t work, you want to kill me now with all violence?” “To drive you into WHAT? Fess! Bring it to a close, Soldier!” RED Medic is lifted high in the air. They stand directly in front of one of the buzzsaws. “Position him so that he does not die immediately, hehe. W-wwahhhh!” Now BLU Medic is lifted in the air - by RED Heavy. “Let down Heavy's Doktor!” BLU Soldier is paralysed of this outcome of the situation. This makes Heavy angry. “NOW!” “Let him down! Let him down!” implores BLU Medic. Soldier obeys, and only a moment later RED Medic stands firmly on both legs. “Thank you, Heavy. I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” “We are team, Doktor. Like family.” “Yes, that’s true. You BLUs could take a page from our book.” “Pff! Preferably I'd like to cut you into whole slices…” Heavy lifts BLU Medic higher; threatens to throw him into the buzzsaw. “T-then do it! Kill me! This shame is unbearable!” But Heavy doesn't. Instead he lets BLU Medic down. He looked surprised at the Russian. “Heavy will not kill the Doktor. We do not fight regularly. And Doktor looks like Heavy's Doktor...” “………” “Besides we have plan for BLU.” “What kind of plan…?” “Soldier!” BLU Soldier flinches as the thundering voice of Merasmus echoes through the place. A bilious green cloud forms before the Mercs and the magician hovers in front of them in the air. “Just how did you get him to help you?” Medic and Heavy stand a bit apart and watch Soldier and BLU Medic tremble in front of Merasmus. “We are no longer afraid of him.” “I think I understand.” “Welcome to your doom, RED Soldier!” “I’m not RED-“ “S-soldier!” BLU Medic stares at Soldier in disbelief. The soldier looks down and frightened. His blue jacket had changed the color to red. “I-I’m not RED!” “Do you want to tell me that I cannot distinguish blue from red?” Merasmus dark laughter makes the BLUs wince. “Let's get the rest of the team and have some fun!” “WWAAAHHHHH!”

For half an hour now, the entire RED team sits outside the base in Sawmill, watching Merasmus terrorize the BLU team with his horror magic. Soldier is his special victim, that's why his cries are louder and more often to hear. “It's kind of fun to watch, but don't we want to go back to our base? I mean, it's long since sleep time.” “Not yet, Demo. I still have to ask Merasmus for a favor.” “What are ya up to, Doc?” “I will fulfill the BLUs a long-awaited wish.” “Why should you do that? Did you develop feelings for these losers during your captivity?” “Just trust me. Engineer, I need your help when it's time.” “Ya can count on me, Doc.” “MAGGOTS!” All eyes are on Soldier in his raccoon form. He had dug all the time in the ground, and now found some maggots, which he all hoard into his helmet. “Disgusting…” “Shut up! This is my dinner!” “Yeah, then eat them. You just stare at them.” “I cannot eat them yet! I have to wash them before! I'm a RACCOON.” “Don’t be like that. Overcome your instinct and get away with that dumb animals before I get terribly sick.” When Soldier doesn't react, Scout reaches for his helmet with the intention of throwing the maggots away. Soldier hisses, bares his teeth and snaps at his hand. The boy pulls away, staring at the raccoon. “Dude! Do you have rabies or what? Doc, you have to euthanize him!” “Calm down, boys.” Engineer stand up. “I’ll be right back.” “And where does he want to go now? Geez…” “Ah! Merasmus! Wait! Can I speak to you briefly?” “Aha. The man of science, for whom this theater takes place here.” “Don't act as if you don't have fun.” “In fact, the blue team is very amusing. What do you want? Did you finally realize that magic is above science?” “Hahahah! No. Really. No. Science is something hand-tight. Magic, on the other hand, is only a series of pocket games tricks. Nothing but illusions.” “You fool! You think that's an illusion?” The green mist around Merasmus turns into flickering fire, Monoculus and the Horseless Headless Horsemann encircle the team, but the Mercs remain calm. Only Demoman is lightly sentimental. “Left eye… Is that you?” “Save that for the BLU team, Merasmus.” The magician sighs defeated. “Come on, go and scare the guys over there.” Monoculus and the Horseless Headless Horsemann do what Merasmus commands. “Wait!” Demo wants to run after Monoculus, but Heavy holds him. “Here, drink a bit, mate.” Sniper puts a bottle of rum in his hand. Immediately he takes a strong sip. “Thanks, lad…” “So what do you want from me, man of science?” “When you are finished with your haunting, can you drop them into a deep sleep?” “Without ever waking up again?” “No! They have to wake up again. But only after I'm finished with them.” “Why do you bother with these weaklings at all?” “Probably for the same reason you are bother with us.” “I see.” “Besides, we would otherwise be unemployed.” “Whatever.” Merasmus is about to go. “Wait!” “What next?” Merasmus is slowly becoming impatient. “What about me?” “What do you mean, Soldier?” “Change me back!” “No, don’t do it!” Scout calls. “Otherwise he puts his finger back in his nose again. We must keep him from that.” The raccoon demonstrates that he doesn’t have to be a human to do that. His tongue tip wanders in his nose. “Oh, yag! Okay, change him back…” “Why should I? You seem to have resigned yourself with your role as raccoon.” “Merasmus…” Medic gives the magician a warning look. “Don't have a cow. At sunrise my magic becomes ineffective and then you look like as before.” “Why just don't you change me back immediately?” “Now? After you've worked so hard for your food?” “Hm… That’s true…” Soldier says with a look into his helmet, where the dozens of maggots bend and twist. “If you would excuse me now.” Merasmus disappears before their eyes. “Maggot…” Scout reaches out for Soldier and caress over his furry back. The raccoon snaps at him. “Stop it!” “Easy. I just wanted to pet you. Maybe you like it.” “I’m not a pet!” “But you keep raccoons as pets.” “I may that!”

Engineer is back. He no longer carries his yellow protective helmet on his head, but holds it in his hands. “I brought ya water.” He sits down to soldier. Soldier is delighted. “Thanks, Engie!” Immediately, he takes off a maggot from his own helmet with his paws and immerses them in the water in Engineer's helmet. Then he eats it. Scout turns away in disgust. “Eww!” “Maggots are perfect protein suppliers, scout. This is how your muscles grow.” “C’mon, Doc! Cut the crap!” “And they are juicy and very tasty” adds Soldier. “O-okay… Then I do it!” Scout reaches for the maggots, but the raccoon scratches him. “Ow! What’s the matter?” “Find your own!” “Hmpf!”

Merasmus teaches the BLU team for a long time the fear. Just when it's slowly get light, he disappears. But he had kept his promise and sent the BLUs into a deep sleep. Demoman, Sniper, Pyro and Scout are sleeping. And even the raccoon soldier, after he had finished eating, had curled himself up in his helmet, which took the engineer his lap. Medic straightened his glasses and rise from his place. “It’s time. Are you ready, Engineer?” “Yeah, Doc.” Gently, the engineer sets Soldier's helmet on the ground and stands up. “What exactly are you going to do now, Docteur?” “I will do with them what I have done with you. I will upgrade their heart and Engineer will rebuild BLU Medics Medigun so that he can übercharge his team.” “Why should you do this?” “That was exactly why they kidnapped me. And we really don' have to need to let us call cheater. And so both teams will be on the same level.” “Doktor is good Doktor. Is fair.” “Thanks, Heavy. And who knows? Maybe the battles will be more challenging.” “But not that will be become the habit. Because I don't believe that BLU Medic will ever overcome his fear of blood and innards.” “Miracles happen again and again.” “But Docteur, you are really the last one who believes in miracles. After all, this is not science.” “You caught me, my friend.” “If ya want, ya can go back to the base and pick us up here later. I think we'll need a while here.” “Agreed.” “Oh, Heavy. Before I forget, would you stay with us? Some of them we will not be able to lift.” “Of course, Medic.”

Team Fortress 2

When BLU Medic awakens, he finds himself in his bed. He looks around in surprise. “What the…?” He gets up and goes over to the infirmary room. There he sees a video tape on his desk. He hesitates for a moment, but then pushes it into the VCR. RED Medic appears on the screen. “Hallo! Surely you ask yourself what this is. I explain it to you. I've done you and your entire team a favor. Have you already seen your Medigun?” BLU Medic looks around for his Medigun. It stands where he always places it. In fact, it looks slightly changed. “Engie was so nice and changed it a bit, while I've been taking care of you. Maybe you can feel it in your left chest.” BLU Medic touches the mentioned chest and breathes automatically deeply in and out. “I have upgraded your heart. It has not only become stronger, but becomes invulnerable with a touch of the medi beam for a short time. In other words, you are now able to activate the Übercharge. No no no. It's alright. You don't have to thank me. I've fixed the operations on tape. Just in case you want to know how it works.” Then pictures appear on the screen, letting the BLU Medic freeze. They lie there, with their chest open, while RED Medic shoves a device with steel needles into their heart. The world becomes black. “Well, surely you are now lying fainting on the ground, but let another thing be said to you. YOU ARE THE CLONE! Ahahahaha !! Come on! Engie, Heavy! Wave. Okay. See you on the battlefield. Until then, you can practice the Übercharge. I hope you don't disappoint me...”

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Second Thoughts, Second Chances (Sniper/Spy)

Chapter 5: Blue Ink

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9419246/chapters/22002980

Rating: Teen+

Chapter Summary: Sniper isn’t the best at close combat, but he’s even worse when he has to fight himself all day. Luckily someone who understands is watching over him.

When he woke up it was dawn, but somehow, Sniper was having an incredibly lazy and comfortable morning that day. Instead of getting up ahead of everyone else and heading to the point before anyone would speak to him as usual, he curled up into the warm nest of his covers. He drew his legs up and sighed into his pillow, nearly clinging to it as he indulged in the heat that had built up under the blankets. When the last of his dreamy thoughts faded away and his eyes finally stayed open, he turned and admired the bright sunlight filtering through the window from a crystalline blue sky. The color of the cloudless expanse reminded him of Spy's piercing stare, and with it came the slow recollection of the night before that soaked into his bones and made his whole body feel weak. He touched his mouth gently, the way Spy's kisses had been, and his heart sputtered. He wondered why he felt so strangely happy, but told himself not to question it too much. Really he knew the reasons, but confound it he was just too embarrassed to admit it. He sat up, working the phrase consider becoming mine on his tongue for a short while, but rubbing at his eyes and face when no clear answers came out of it for him. He shook off the thoughts along with his covers then slipped out of bed and into his work clothing.

The base was still quiet this early, as most of the others slept in. He was grateful to be an early riser as he passed into the bathroom and began his usual routine. As he finished brushing his teeth he lifted his grayish blue eyes to his own reflection in the slightly dirty mirror. He looked at himself hard, furrowing his brow when he got closer. Spy had called him handsome last night, to which Sniper stuttered lamely in response. He was skilled without a doubt and self-reliant to his core, but handsome was the only adjective he simply couldn't wrap his head around. He squinted at himself, and traced the lines on his face with his fingers. He frowned when he pulled at the deep creases beside his mouth, noticing for once how old they made him look. Laughter lines my arse, he winced, suddenly regretting ever taking up smoking and spending too much time in the outback sun. He raised his eyebrows and spotted more slight creases across his forehead when he did, then dropped his head in a form of defeat. I'm still in my thirties and I look like a bloody geezer, he grumbled to himself before taking one last look at the mirror. What does he see in me? He thought, with a nagging question of whether he’d been lied to. He flipped open the handles of his reflective yellow aviators and slipped them onto the bridge of his nose. He felt better seeing part of his face hidden behind them, and made to open the bathroom door. He paused and considered shaving in case he saw Spy that day- then shook his head, huffing as he walked toward the mess hall.

Halfway through his eggs on toast, he lowered the newspaper he was idly reading to the sound of clicking heels. He let the paper fall to the tabletop in his hands while he took a sip of coffee from his mug. He knew who it was by the sound, and lo and behold the RED spy sauntered into the room. He didn't so much as look at the sniper as he crossed the Australian's vision, yet offered a curt "good morning" as he approached the cupboards.

"Mornin'..." Sniper said back warily, watching the man behind his sunglasses as he poured himself a cup of Sniper's coffee. "I thought you hated my stuff."

"Yes it's disgusting." The RED spy said flatly, ignoring Sniper's gaze, "But- I am in a rush."

"A rush? Where to...?" Sniper asked, surprised at himself for pressing at all. Perhaps it was that vague resemblance to the man who shared countless comfortable conversations with him that spurred it.

Spy gave him no glance, but looked at his watch, "That's none of your business." He bit back with cold and emotionless tone.

Sniper noted how quickly the man finished his coffee and set the cup in the sink, and figured he really must have had some important business to attend to. He lifted his newspaper back up and continued to eat, but his eyes were locked on the other in silent observance. He was the same height as the BLU, and they even had the same accent, but somehow his teammate seemed harsh and snobbish compared to his enemy counterpart. Sniper envisioned the RED spy in place of the BLU in his camper last night, and felt sickened as soon as he did. He felt nothing beyond professionalism toward his teammate that much was for sure.

"Before ya go-" Sniper spoke, "Soldier said I missed a briefin'. Mind fillin' us in?"

The spy straightened a bit and glanced around as if to think before finally looking at the Australian for the first time since he walked in. He was giving him a confused and rather judgmental stare as he spoke. "We had no briefing." He said, "I expected you of all people wouldn’t believe a word that infantile bafoon says."

Sniper grit his teeth. "Better safe than sorry's all." He said back, trying not to sound as angry as he now definitely was.

Watching the spy examine him for a moment then turn on his heel and leave, he pushed his plate aside and folded the newspaper. He resented that he'd been fooled into doing what was most likely Soldier's chore in the first place yesterday, and even considered "accidentally" shooting him between the eyes later as payback. But something else was bothering him, and he only got so far as to wonder how the RED spy could be such a cold bastard to him when the enemy spy was thoughtful and polite before an energetic young scout came romping in.

"Heya Snipes!" He chimed, never stopping his stride and jogging in place, "Ready to kick some sorry blue ass today?"

"I'll leave the kickin' to you kid." Sniper offered disinterestedly, a quiet thought flickering in the back of his mind that he'd probably have to kill BLU Spy at some point in the day.

"Heh yeah, I am pretty great at it." Scout continued, "I been workin' on my calves- man they are lookin' sweet-" he chattered, going into the details of his workout routine as Sniper stood to wash up. "-I bet'chu I could break one'a them boards in half like in the movies-"

Sniper offered an occasional thoughtful grunt in response to the talking he was only half listening to, and once he set his dishes on the rack to dry he grabbed the pot off the coffee machine and turned to leave.

"Oh that's right you always go out early- that's cool- I'll just finish the story later- hey nail that other scout in the head for me would ya?" Scout grinned with infuriating cockiness.

Sniper waved at him lazily as he walked down the hall. He didn't even realize the boy had been telling a story at all, and he certainly didn't intend to shoot any scouts in the head unless it was convenient. The little hooligans were too fast, a waste of good slugs, and frankly not often a priority. He opened his locker in the resupply room, and as he felt the cool metal of his weighty rifle in his hands, he wondered if he really felt invested in his job that morning. He was under contract to kill anything blue on the battlefield, and as long as he did that much then ideally nothing else was of much importance. He tensed with the physical effort of sorting his personal life away from his professional life, which he hadn't needed to do since he first signed up for the job. He’d killed the Spy just fine when they were having friendly chats and didn't feel bad about it. He wasn't about to start feeling bad now. Slinging his rifle over his shoulder he set the image in his mind of all the ways he'd watched spy die in front of him. He ignored the numbness creeping into his arms as he sheathed his kukri.

The first match began at 9 am sharp. The gates opened to the announcer's cutting voice and the red team poured out of the resupply and toward the central control point. Everyone seemed eager to get the upper hand with a first capture after the last stalemate. Sniper was less than thrilled in the cold however, and trailed behind the group, covered by the medic and heavy that brought up the rear. When he'd clambered away to his warm and dry nest at a comfortable distance, he set up shop. For the next hour, no one had held the point for more than 15 minutes at a time and the morning was beginning to look like a repeat of yesterday’s draw.

I should'a brought me hat, Sniper thought as he took aim at a rogue blue pyro and fired. Where did I leave that thing? Ah it's still in my bloody van innit? He pulled the bolt handle and the bullet casing clattered to the floor. Maybe that fancy mongrel's whole plan is to put me off me bloody game. He loaded a round in the bolt and pushed it forward, Well jokes on him, I'm feelin' better than I have all week. He glanced behind himself at the thought of the BLU spy, but found nothing there and took aim. He muttered a quiet insult at the enemy heavy before firing, but the big man had been knocked back by an explosion at just the right moment and the shot missed. Sniper cursed himself, but reloaded with mechanical movement that took less than a second. Another casing clattered away from him. But he kissed me. He thought, He wouldn't go that far, no one's that evil. He felt his heart clench but he took aim again anyway, We're mates... We've been mates fer almost a year. He couldn't be that despicable... He fired, landing the shot on the heavy this time, and watching him topple into the snow. He kissed me. He reloaded, He kissed me four times. Wait... Three times. I think I dreamt that last one. He winced at himself. Oh for Christ's sake I even dreamt about him! What the bloody hell's wrong with me? He fired and shot the blue engineer in the shoulder as he ran back for cover. He took a deep breath and accepted that no amount of sorting would keep his mind clear until he faced the issue head-on. But that would require him to give Spy a solid answer, which he simply just did not have.

By the next hour the blue team had pushed the reds back to the fourth point. Sniper was forced to leave his roost and make a dash for a position closer to the base if he didn't want an ass full of bullets or a rocket to the face. He was clipped by an explosion of sticky bombs that obliterated the RED pyro on his way back to resupply. He held his arm in his hand as blood oozed from between his fingers, it was something he was used to, but the pain was still enough to make him groan in agony. Pain and dying always hurt, sometimes it was even excruciating, but working with Mann Co. and TF Industries meant it would never last. Healing was always instant and death was more or less a joke.

Nonetheless, pain and losing always puts a man in a bad mood. Even fully healed and safely tucked away in his nest, the sniper was brooding about the distraction Spy's memory continued to bring him. It's all crazy. He thought, First I lower me gun to an enemy and next thing ya know he wants to start neckin'. His abdomen felt heavy with coffee and he reached for a glass jar lying sideways on a barrel. This is the best job I've ever had, why should I risk throwin' it away for some French tart who's bound to toss me aside later? He frowned, unzipping his pants and relieving himself into the empty container. And what if someone caught on, that kind’a business follows a man fer life. He screwed the lid back onto the jar and set it aside, straightening his shirt and pants before lifting his gun again, He's a lunatic, it's just askin' fer bloody trouble. He fired at the BLU soldier as he flew through the air, hitting him in the liver, but it was just enough to kill him when he impacted on the ground. Sniper chuckled darkly to himself, finding a grizzly satisfaction in watching the bodies tumble limply into the snow.

He felt silly, thinking he'd let himself get carried away at all by the spy's advances. Sure he was attractive and lively and surprisingly kind, but Sniper couldn't possibly believe he'd enjoy being a couple. He'll probably treat me like his lady friends anyway, he silently sneered as the fighting quieted down below. Last thing I need are flowers on me doorstep or useless knick-knacks I ain't got any room for anyhow. Fancy bloody wuss he is. He glanced behind himself just in case. Frenchies are all soppy romantic types, he'll probably get all touchy n' cozy n' what have you. I wouldn't even know what to do with him. The thought was intended to deter him, but Sniper found he wasn't as opposed to the concept as he assumed he'd be. He shook his head, no, he wasn't cut out for the type of romance Spy would have in mind. He'll probably have me give up the camper! Sniper started, eyes going wide as he envisioned having to part with his beloved van. Me job, the camper? I don't even know how bloody serious that snake is. It won't work - absolutely not. He shook his head firmly and planted his foot to aim his rifle, feeling certain. I'm better off alone. He assured himself to the sting of an unhappy heart.

The next hour was the liveliest yet, as RED managed to push the blue team back not only to the middle point, but back toward their base. The reds held the second point and the odds were greatly in their favor when the engineer's sentry pushed back an enemy ubercharge just long enough to waste it. Invincibility or none, those turrets of his could turn an entire match. Sniper was feeling rather good about himself when he popped the medic between the eyes two times in a row, and he'd almost forgotten he was working when the BLU sniper switched out for a bow and arrows and took his chances in the open. Needless to say Sniper was elated to have such a fulfilling hour. He wondered though why he hadn't once seen even a glimpse of the BLU spy since the day began. It was relieving of course, yet somehow unnerving. Initially the Aussie wondered if he was up to something, but as time ticked by it became more unnerving in a different way. He couldn't be hesitating. Sniper thought, chewing at his lip, He's too proud for that. Unless... He felt uneasy at the prospect of his spacing being a sign of his seriousness about their conversation. No... That couldn't be right. It don't matter that much to him do it? He turned again toward the wall behind him; a consistent instinct to check the empty room for sneaky Frenchmen. His heart felt funny, and he wasn't sure if it was regret or fear or embarrassment or something between the three. Suddenly all of his certainty was thrown for another loop, and he found himself not knowing what to think again.

He fiddled with the cap on his telescopic lens; pushing it closed and popping it open over and over. He mulled over the sparks he witnessed in that man's eyes when he held him against the cold wall, and the carefulness with which he spoke and moved. He contemplated the warmth of his body and the broadness of his shoulders, and then clumsily let the barrel of his rifle bounce off the floor when he lowered it. He's not so bad. Sniper swallowed, feeling something familiar well up in his chest. Good looks, good manners... Never overstays his welcome. He furrowed his eyebrows, He's never asked much of me. Even puts up with the jarate'n still comes back. He ruffled his own hair and sighed, What if we did give it a go? I reckon he wouldn't wanna be caught any more than I do. I mean... We haven't been caught once fer all the times we chat on the job. He drew up his shoulders, feeling overwhelmed with the concept of having been the object of Spy’s affection all those times.

He's a man. Sniper gulped, feeling the fiery excitement in his nerves, A man. I never thought... Hell I never thought I'd end up with anyone let alone a man. Even if he does toss me aside... His breathing shuddered, ‘Least I can say I took the chance. He wrung his hands, This might be the only chance I ever get. He stilled, then audibly growled at himself and squeezed his fingers into fists. “I’d be bloody awful.” He whispered out loud, I have no idea what I'm doing. I'll make a moron of meself. He’s a smooth talking, experienced, good looking bastard and I’m…

Then there he spotted him, disguised as the RED engineer. He could tell immediately because the real engineer had just left to move his sentry up ahead. An instinct suddenly overcame him. He had to shoot. He didn't know exactly why, but somehow Spy's genuinely happy laughter echoed in his ears when he lifted his gun. He felt a tremble in his fingers as he lined up the sights, and hesitated to watch the man look around before pulling an electronic Sapper from his pocket. He heard blood fill his ears when the little red dot stilled on the back of his head. It was him. It was Spy. It was the man who admired his marksmanship. It was the man who kissed him. And Sniper didn't even feel the trigger move under his finger before that man's blood was sprayed across the wall, and his lifeless body fell forward. The sniper froze, chest pounding slow but hard. He kept his eye locked into his lens until blood pooled from the now blue suited corpse. The disguise had dissipated in a flash of smoke when he fell, and soon his body would vanish as the computers in the respawning room took him away atom by atom. He laid his rifle down, and lifted his palms up to question the way his fingers shivered. Finally he understood. This was true regret, even though he knew it was what Spy wanted him to do.

He jumped at the booming voice of the announcer through the speakers, declaring a victory for the RED team. Sniper hadn't even realized they were capturing the point and now they’d won. He packed up listlessly and ignored the five minute humiliation round outside. He didn't really feel like a winner.

The BLU Spy had managed to evade the humiliation round by dying just before his team's loss. He stepped out of the respawn room with a dull ache in the back of his head -typical of a 39 millimeter bullet to the brain. He rubbed the sore spot and stretched his neck, thinking with relief that the nervous kangaroo had it in him after all. He stifled a smile, glad to know the Australian could still work under such a unique type of pressure. The rest of his team materialized before him one by one looking as displeased as he expected. The pale and vaguely ill looking BLU sniper caught sight of the spy when he appeared and nearly stomped in his direction.

"Wanna warn a bloke before you decide not to do your damn bloody job hey?" He barked at the Spy, who glared at him as he lit a cigarette.

"I did my job." Spy replied to him flatly, offering no sympathy.

"Are you fucking mad? That sniper took out half our team on every bloody point and you sat around on your bloody arse pickin’ daisies!" He seethed back, "Your job is to take care'a that fucking bell-end!"

Spy's mouth twitched with the phantom of a sneer, and he blew smoke for a moment before speaking. "Au contraire," he puffed, disinterested, "I have many jobs in which I was quite successful. It is unfortunately no fault of mine that you are not successful in yours."

The blue sniper looked ready to lunge at the man when the medic joined them, "Herr Spy I must agree with Herr Sniper. That man was a vital target and because of him we lost two ubercharges." Although the doctor spoke softly, it was clear he was annoyed as well.

"Again I fail to see why I must always be the one to take care of a target much easier killed with a ranged shot." Spy reiterated lazily. "Yet I’m hearing no appreciation for the sentries I alone destroyed."

The sniper made to swing at the masked man, but the doctor held him fast, giving him a disapproving look before turning him away, "I expect us to work harder next round." Medic offered vaguely as he led the furious sniper into the nearest room.

Most of the others had filtered out of respawn during the exchange; they were no strangers to badmouthing after a hard loss. It didn’t matter much to Spy though, victories and losses were team efforts on the field, and they couldn’t stay mad indefinitely. He sighed and turned to leave when a meaty hand gripped his shoulder, turning him around.

"Good work out there son." The blue soldier grinned at him beneath his helmet, "You really saved my tail when you took out that red medic. One more second and that hippy’s guard dog would have ripped me a new behind.”

Spy recalled stabbing the enemy medic as he took cover behind the heavy, effectively costing him his kritzkrieg charge on the central point. It must have saved the soldier at the time, but Spy had run off too fast to catch it. He wished he could say he was surprised at the distaste the other supporting classes showed for his lack of intervention with the sniper that day, but he’d made an honest effort to make up for it in other ways.

"All in a day's work my amigo." Spy smiled, somewhat won over by the childlike charm of the BLU soldier’s recognition for his efforts where it was due.

He continued to avoid the sniper during the second match of the day, and the third. He steered clear of his sight lines and left him to enjoy an uninterrupted day of shooting for once. It was the least he could do to thank him for the other night, and it would be rather awkward anyway to strike up a conversation before the man had a chance to really think about his offer. By the end of the day he chuckled at just how many kills the Australian had racked up without a certain blue Frenchman to stifle his workflow. When he crawled under his duvet that night, Spy reached over into the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a pen and tiny notebook. He jotted down a note in blue pen and neatly tore it out, folding it and setting it at his bedside. Running through a small plan in his mind, he sank deep into his luxurious goose feather pillows. He thought of Sniper, as he often did before he slept, and fondly looked forward to the following day.

That afternoon he jumped at the first opportunity he was given to scour the highest buildings in search of his favorite back. He crept with near silent steps around corners and up stairs, stopping to carefully peak into every room with a window. He heard voices up ahead of him and tentatively crept along down the hallway with his back against the closest wall. He tapped at his watch and cloaked, listening to any words he could make out. He heard the familiar gravelly tone of the man he was looking for, but he was speaking to someone in the room instead of himself this time. Spy nearly choked when the RED pyro sauntered out of the room ahead and trudged down the hall, flamethrower at the ready. Spy froze and held his breath, pressed up hard against the wall to make himself as small as he could be. When the demonic abomination of a mercenary turned the corner, he flicked open his disguise kit. In a wisp of smoke he became that very pyro, and slipped into the room with a practiced dramatization of their body language.

Sniper turned, glancing at the pyro before turning back, "I told ya mate I haven't seen him up here."

Spy smiled at the obvious reference to his person, but reached into his pocket and slid his balisong free, flipping it open. He could see the Sniper twitch in suspicion but drove the gleaming blade deep between his shoulders before it could culminate into defending himself. Sniper screamed, and Spy winced with that paternal type of expression that said "you tried." He grabbed the man before he could hit the ground with his full weight, and eased him to the floor. Kneeling with his pliant body in his arms he reached out, and with careful caress touched the man's cheek, fingers flinching when his bleary dying eyes flickered up to look at him. He watched, undaunted but open as Sniper parted his mouth to speak but nothing came out. Moments later the light left his gaze and Spy was sure he was gone. He smiled softly and gently closed the man's eyelids before his body could fade away.

"It's confusing the first time." He whispered, "But you've done well."

Sniper opened his eyes in the RED base, standing idly in the respawn room. His spine ached, and his mind was foggy, but he recalled the look on Spy's face before everything went dark. He had spent the entirety of last night laying in his bed, recalling his one and only kill on the Frenchman, and wondering why he felt bad for something he had been used to doing for years. But that look on his face just then- that understanding, reassuring look without a hint of regret or anger- it made him feel somehow better. He grumbled and made his way back to his nest, suddenly feeling a peculiar sense of normalcy in having been stabbed in the back at last.

Spy was there when he returned, leaning invisibly against the wall as the taller man scratched his head and sorted out his things after yet another death on the field. He stayed there, silently observing as the Aussie cursed under his breath and checked the alignments of his crosshairs after the rifle had clattered to the floor. He seemed content with them after a moment, and fired a round through the window into a passing blue down below. He checked over his shoulder as he reloaded, but saw no one there. When he grabbed the bolt handle he stopped, lowering the entire gun into his lap as Spy grinned to himself, arms folded. The sniper fiddled closely with the handle and pulled away a small paper wrapped tightly around it. Spy's smile only grew when he unfolded it and observed the contents.

Sniper stared down at the little piece of paper with the blue cursive script. He moved as if to crush it into a matted ball, but held it still in his hands before committing to any motion. The spy grinned when he angrily muttered "piss" to himself and tucked it away in his vest pocket instead. With a satisfied smile and a glow he could feel through his torso, Spy crept from the room, back to patiently awaiting Sniper's confident decision. The folded note remained in Sniper's pocket for the rest of the day, hiding away a private message

“Business as usual. ❤“

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