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Breaking Point (211)

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A rusty door swung open, flooding the dim, windowless cellar with a warm, yet somehow malicious, red glow. A tall, slender man in a red suit and a mask strolled in, flanked by two stocky guards – one that was short, had overalls, and an orange construction helmet, and one that was bigger both in height, and in girth, wore slacks, a t-shirt, and a bullet-proof vest with ammunition slung over his broad shoulder, and had a stern face framed by a strong, triangular jaw. The top of his head was shaved completely bald, and his upper body was extremely bulky compared to his lower.

The shorter man was carrying around a box of supplies, and began laying them out neatly in a specific order on a stainless steel table in the midst of the room. While he was busy, the taller, bulkier guard paused and closing the dank cellar from the outside world and shutting and latching the heavy bolts. The man in the suit flipped open a cigar case, lit one up, and took a deep draw. He exhaled slowly, directing his cool, icy eyes at the shackled figure on the ground as his two associates.

The shackled form glared back boldly. “Well. If it ain’t the fat bald bastard, the skinny bald bastard, and the short bald bastard.”
“Bonjour.”
“Fuck off, ya shape-shiftin’ rat.”

“Pardon me, but I don’t think you are quite in the position to make demands, boy,” the man drawled in his heavy French accent, twirling his cigarette around between his fingers. “You’ve been, eh… ‘escorted’ to a secret facility of ours, over 800 kilometers away from the nearest BLU base, and I’m the only object standing between you, and a long, painful death.” the man casually pulled out a beautifully engraved revolver from the inside of his vest. “So I recommend you have an intelligent thought for once in your pathetic life, and cooperate.”

The boy shackled on the ground just snorted. He was around 19, and had short cropped hair that was looking pretty messy, with parts of it matted together as if he hadn’t been to a shower in a while. His wiry body was garbed only in a loose undershirt and a pair of blue camo-boxers. The bronze tan he sported was starting to fade slowly but surely from the lack of sunlight. However, he was covered with a layer of grime so thick, one could barely tell. The boy’s entire body was covered with harsh bruises, and his wrists and ankles were rubbed raw due to the tight shackles, but his blue eyes still burned with that cocky, resolute flare. Pity. It would have easier on the both of them if he’d just given up after the first beating.

“Yeah right, dumbass. I heard about you fuckin’ around with my mom. You really think she’ll let you anywhere near her if you had anything to do with my death?” the boy snickered in his quick, fast-talking Bronx accent.

“Heh…” The man took another long draw on his cigarette. “Just like a child. Hiding behind your mother’s skirt until the very end.”
A deep flush. “Y-Yeah right. I’m not hidin’ behind nobody – I’m just tellin’ you like it is.”
The man smirked nastily. “Do you really think this is the first time I’ve disposed of a relative of someone I’m physically involved with? Please. I’ll get rid of you quickly, and quietly, and when your body finally shows up, I’ll be there to comfort her, telling her that I did everything I could to save you. It’s not very difficult to convince people that you’re actually a good person. Especially if they very much desire to believe you.”

“Yeah, right. My mom would never believe ya, ya fuckin’ coward.”
“We’ll see. Now…” The RED Spy flicked away his half-used cigarette and pulled a fresh one from his case, lighting it up. The orange glow highlighted his gaunt, predatory face from below, casting many odd shadows over his face. “Enough stalling, boy. Tell me everything you know about the whereabouts of the RED intelligence.”

The Scout just smirked again. “Uh, buddy? I don’t know if you noticed, but… I’m just a Scout. What makes you think I know where they took that suitcase fulla junk? I’m pretty low down on the pecking order, ya know what I’m saying?”

His mischievous eyes sparkled, as if saying, “Yeah, I know something, but I ain’t telling you what it is.” It pissed Spy off to no end, but he couldn’t be seen losing his head. This was a job that called for cool, calculated ruthlessness.

“Well.” Spy calmly placed the revolver down on the table. “I suppose there’s no hope of reaching compromise civilly.” He snapped his fingers crisply to call his two assistants to attention. “Unchain him, restrain him, and bind his face.”

“Wh…What are you doing?!” the BLU Scout cried, growling as Heavy unlocked his chains and roughly seized him by his thin arms. He tried to fight back, but his arms were too weak from being weighed down from the heavy shackles, as well as the lack of movement for days on end. He found that he could barely move them. “Hey! Hey, let me go!” He tried to twist away and even tried to bite the two as a black cloth was tied around his face, making him unable to see, and barely able to breathe or talk.

“Hold him.” The Spy’s measured footsteps drew ever-closer as his two assistants forcibly pressed Scout to the cold stone floor, pinning him by his neck and limbs.

Suddenly, a rush of ice cold water flooded his senses. Scout screamed and tried his best to wrench away, but Heavy forced him still by brutally twisting his arm in on itself. More water poured down, sending his body practically into convulsions.

Scout had never been afraid of water before – hell, swimming was one his favorite hobbies after running and playing ball. But this… This was something straight out of a nightmare. It was starkly reminiscent of the swimming accident he’d suffered when he was eight or nine. It felt like he was drowning.

There was nothing that he wanted to do more than to suffer the abuse silently and laugh in that masked freak’s face and boast how there was nothing that creep could do to make him spill the beans, but… Holy hell. He was already shaking like a leaf during a violent storm, and, God, he knew it was just starting.

He wanted to cry. A beating, he could take. This was… something completely different. But still, he had to keep quiet. Whatever this fucker could do to him was nothing compared to what his own team would do to him if he gave away the location to that stupid suitcase full of crap.

God, what had he gotten himself into?


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*Newfag*
I just found this site yesterday, and fell in love immediantly. I was planning on lurking, but I had this story taking up space on my computer, and wanted to see if it garnered any interest.
This is all I have so far. Sorry for Spy's lack of Frenchness. I'm good at portraying most accents, but the French accent is lost to me.
And, um... There's a possibility of porn later on, so I'm putting this here. I'm not TOO fond of sub!Scout, but everyone's game in a world where friggin' testosterone flows like wine.

2 .

oo, torture. and i like the way you write the characters (the accent doesn't quite matter to me). you have my attention :)

3 .

This is looking good! I can't wait to see what else you do with it. And I didn't even notice the lack of a French accent.

4 .

This police-blotter style description (height, build, hair color) distracts from the narrative. We already know what the classes look like. It's better to just start with "The RED Spy and Engineer blah blah blah" and sneak in descriptives later.

The first paragraph is the hook to the rest of the story. Even if you're using an omniscient narrator, give it more punch. I'd almost start the story with the Scout being waterboarded--that drops us right in the middle of the action, and now we're curious. What happened? Will the Scout hold up? Will he survive?

5 .

Thanks Dotchan. I shoulda deleted that part with all the description of the characters. This was previously written for an audience that might not be familiar with TF2. (I'm coming hot off the heels of an animu fandom, and transition is a little shaky.) Even then, it's still pretty bad. I am hitting myself for not proofing this first.

Thanks for the hint to start off with more action. Next time I'll do just that.

6 .

Very brutal, very interesting.

The Scout comes off as hard-bitten, yet is still innocent enough to think of his team-mates' potential anger before the fact that the enemy Spy cannot POSSIBLY release him alive to tell the tale now, whether he gives up the location of the intelligence or not.

The scout's strong though. Determined to stay on the more testicle-implying side of the boy/man line, yet young enough to be uneasily aware that the line is THERE.

Don't sweat the French accent. Spies of many nations are trained in misleading their targets by the use of false accents, and one of the signs you're REALLY screwed when dealing with a spy is when he's so confident you will never live to tell the tale that he doesn't feel the need to USE the usual false pretenses.

I like this.

7 .

Aside from what dotchan pointed out, I really like this and am interested in seeing more.

8 .

I'm eager to see more of this!

Oh, and the thing about descriptions- it's not a bad thing to keep your hand in. After writing so much TF2, where everyone knows what all the characters look like, I've found that my character-description skills have atrophed.

9 .

Thanks everyone for your input! It really means a lot to me!

Otherhazards, the thing about the Spy getting so cocky that he doesn't even try to use a false accent? Err.... That's EXACTLY what's going on! Yup! I planned it just like that, yessiree. <<>> But yeah - thanks for your compliments! I don't think I really deserve all the praise you gave me, but I appreciate it.

T.Marty, yeah, that's one of the problems with writing for fandoms. It's SO easy to get lazy since everyone knows the characters already. Like I said, I was in an animu fandom for YEEERZ before I got into TF2, so I just this was more of an experiment to see if I could still actually DO description without it taking away from the story or being clunky. In the end, I totally failed, buuut w\e. I just need to get my writing chops back to speed. Thanks for wanting to hear more! I'll be sure to get ta writing for ya'll!

10 .

don't you dare cockblock me like that.

continue please

11 .

And then my day was made.

For the love of god, if you don't continue I may kill myself.

12 .

Thanks, Ginger and Detlef! I've picked this up again, and with any luck, I'll have an update on Sunday... ish.

Hopefully. Don't quote me on that - I'm horrible with sticking to deadlines. But as much fun as I've been having writing this, I don't that'll be much of a problem this time!

13 .

I really don't think you need to worry about the description. It didn't get in the way for me when reading it. It actually really annoys me when people just throw in characters without even throwing a sketch of them - seems like lazy writing.

The malicious-red-glow stuff means you're sucked in right from the off. Gets you picturing the scene and wondering what's happening inside it.

Me like!

14 .

Thanks, Anon! Um... The next chapter isn't completely done (school's gettin' all up in mah grillz, and my personal life is blown to shit right now, auuugh), but I might as well show what I have so far. On an unrelated note, this is great stress relief.


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He wanted to cry. A beating, he could take. This was… something completely different. But still, he had to keep quiet. Whatever this fucker could do to him was nothing compared to what his own team would do to him if he gave away the location to that stupid suitcase full of crap.

God, what had he gotten himself into?

The boy twisted violently, some primal instinct within him springing alive, demanding that he not die without a fight, at the very least. The massive Russian bear growled and jerked him back into place, nearly dislocating Scout’s left arm in the process. The boy gave a startled yelp in response, but was soon cut off by the unforgiving torrent of frigid water the Spy was pouring in his face.

After what seemed an eternity, the water stopped, the cloth ripped away from his face soon after. The boy gratefully gulped in a lungful or two of air, coughing and sputtering. His shirt was plastered to his thin chest, showing his ribs as he sucked in breath after laborious breath.

Spy tsk-tsked, examining a fancy gold pocket-watch attached to a chain. “Oh, please, boy… After all of that big talk, I would have expected you to make it to at least thirty seconds.” Another one of those slimy, shit-eating smiles.

The BLU Scout couldn’t even muster the effort to offer one of his vain, snide remarks in return. All he could do was glare up at the older man, eyes smoldering with weak hatred, teeth chattering with the cold and dull fear as Heavy shackled him up once again.

Spy slowly raised one of his eyebrows, and replaced his pocket watch within the folds of his suit. “That…” he began, taking another draw on his cigarette, “was just a taste of what can be expected if you do not talk. And also a warning. My threats are not to be taken lightly, you illiterate street rat.”
“I meant what I said. I ain’t tellin’ you nothin’,” Scout whimpered, voice cracking. He couldn’t help but dread whatever that psycho had planned next.

Spy snarled, and roughly grabbed the boy by his cheeks. “This is not a GAME, you pig. You WILL tell me what I need to know, or—”
Suddenly, Scout jerked his head away, and snapped at Spy’s hand, biting down viciously on one finger. He hadn’t really meant to – it was mostly instinct. He was just SO determined to show that bastard to be careful where he put his hands – there was some fight in him, yet.

Spy howled, jerked his hand back, and promptly backhanded Scout for such a show of insolence. “You DOG!” he snapped, trembling with shock and rage. It didn’t hurt him much – he still had his thick, leather gloves on, after all – but the AUDACITY of that little wretch to…

He sneered once again at the boy. “It’s time someone do something about those deplorably crooked teeth of yours, boy. Engineer!” he snapped, removing his expensive, leather gloves and stashing them in his coat pocket. They were promptly replaced by thin, latex ones. “The dentistry instruments, s’il vous plaît. Quickly, now.”

Scout’s stomach dropped. God, he hated the dentist. Always had. His teeth were really messed up for a reason. “Y…You touch me again and I’ll bite your fucking nuts off next – I mean it!”

“I’d like to see you try,” Spy chuckled mirthlessly, as the Engineer wrenched his jaws open. Paying no heed to Scout’s protests, he hooked an oral speculum in his mouth so that biting would no longer be an issue.

Scout growled and twisted, trying to work the thing out of his mouth, but Heavy was quick on the scene to hold him still once more.

“Light, please.”
Engineer, now standing from a slight distance shone the light into the Scout’s mouth so that Spy could see what he was doing.

Scout coughed forcefully into Spy’s face, glaring and trembling with fear.
Spy shot him an unimpressed look, donned a spare surgical mask, and snapped his fingers. “Pliers.”
Scout’s blood turned to ice as he watched the Engineer hand over a rusty, wicked looking pair. Shaking, he tried to twist away, but Heavy held his face rigidly in place.

Spy began poking around nonchalantly, an unimpressed expression on his face. Scout was watching him intently, eyes wide with unspeakable terror. Every time he felt the cold, harsh metal clank harmlessly against the hard enamel of his tooth, his entire body went taunt as a rope.

“Let’s see here…” Spy hummed idly, continuing to prod at the boy’s mouth. He was at a bit of a bind here. As much as would have liked to rid himself of the boy’s repulsive, crooked incisors, he didn’t want to risk making the boy’s already inarticulate mutterings even more difficult to understand. He didn’t want to finally get a confession out of the boy and be completely unable to understand a word the dolt was saying.

Suddenly, the man’s ice-blue eyes flashed. “Come closer with that light, Laborer.”
The Engineer shot Spy a quick glare of contempt, but inched closer so that he could see what he was doing.

Scout couldn’t see the shit-eating smile on Spy’s face, but the bastard’s eyes spoke volumes by themselves. “I see you have matured enough to develop wisdom teeth…” the man chuckled, prodding at one. “What luck. I hear they’re the most painful to extract.”
Scout felt his breathing getting shaky and irregular. It was all he could do to not scream and beg for mercy. This was a nightmare. Unable to control himself, he began trembling once more. His wide eyes, glassy with unshed tears, were silently pleading for mercy.
The Spy just smiled at him from behind his mask.

“Last chance.”

Scout whimpered as he felt the pliers loosely grasp his bottom-right wisdom tooth. Shaking with absolute terror, he scrunched his eyes shut, and waited for the consequences of his decision.


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I promise - slash comes later. Swear to mum.

15 .

This is dark and twisted and I love it!

Sorry to hear about real life being a pain. If it makes you feel any better, reading this is some stress-relief for me.

16 .

Thanks, Anon! That does make me feel a little bit better, because, trust me, writing this has been stress relief for me, too.

17 .

This is still technically chapter one. WTF, self. Stop failing at everything.
Summer starts soon, so hopefully I'll get more work pumped out then.
Not sure exactly how I feel about this update, but... eh.


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“Last chance.”

Scout whimpered as he felt the pliers loosely grasp his bottom-right wisdom tooth. Shaking with absolute terror, he scrunched his eyes shut, and waited for the consequences of his decision.

Suddenly, Spy’s left hand was grasping the boy’s skull in an iron grip, and a foot planted itself in his chest.

Then excruciating pain. Spy clamped down forcefully with the pliers and wrenched as hard as he could, disregarding the blood spurting out of the boy’s mouth. Scout howled and tried his best to wrench away, fighting as hard as he possibly could.

Scout was expecting pain, but not pain like THIS. And certainly not those horrid SOUNDS. Even over his shrill, panicked screaming, he could hear alarming popping and tearing sounds as the tooth was ripped away from bone and vital nerves. The taste of bitter copper was upon his tongue in no time at all, and sooner, still, Scout found himself choking on his own blood and spittle.

He was hyperventilating. His chains rattled as he tried to blindly claw his way out of this hellish torment. Anything to take his mind off of that pain. That horrible, blinding pain…

“HOLD HIM, you imbecile!” the Spy snapped.

It was unreal. Scout had suffered through more broken bones, minor gunshot wounds, and blunt trauma than he could remember, both in his rough childhood and on the battlefield. None of them compared. This pain RADIATED. His entire jaw felt like it was made of red-hot iron, and any flesh around the tooth burned as if it was being disintegrated by hydrochloric acid. His cheek and tongue were numbed from the overwhelming sensation, and his head throbbed with a migraine that shook his brain loud enough to wake the heavens.

Suddenly, a sickening crack, and then a crunch. Scout gave a strangled, garbled shriek as he felt something sharp drive further into his gums. Spy gave an irritable huff. “Look what you made me do, you stupid boy.” He held up a bloody, broken mess of what could only be shattered remnants of the tooth he was pulling. “Now I’ll be here all day pulling out this infernal tooth bit by bit.” An annoyed smile. “I hope you’re happy.”

Scout couldn’t quite remember what happened right after that. The pain was too much – he’d probably passed out. All he knew was that moments after everything went black, he was ripped back to horrid consciousness by some putrid smell.

Spy grinned down at him, holding a handkerchief that seemed doused with something. “Sorry, boy, but I simply can’t allow you to escape into the luxuries of sleep. I’d be undoing all of my hard work.” Scout’s eyes widened as he pulled out the pair of pliers again. “Now, where were we…”

Panic. “NOH!” the young man cried, voice loud and shrill with panic. “Nah ah-gin! Ah’wl tahlk!”
Spy paused and placed the pliers down. “… Pardon?”
More hysterical sobs as burning, salty tears streamed down Scout’s face. “Ah’wl tehwl ‘ou ANEHDIN’! N… Noh mohr, ‘M beggin ya…”

He’d done it. He’d betrayed his own fucking team when they were depending on him. All he had to do was keep his stupid mouth shut, and he couldn’t even do THAT right… He didn’t think he could show his face around them again. He was nothing but a screw-up and a punk.

There was a long, painful moment of silence filled only by Scout’s sobs and pitiful whimpers. The Engineer and Heavy looked up at Spy expectantly. Finally, he nodded, and the Engineer undid the device holding Scout’s trembling mouth open.

Spy was going through another fresh cigarette and putting back on his standard gloves as Engineer worked. After the mechanic was done, Spy decided to wait until Scout stopped sobbing before pressing his case. Seconds later, he decided it was taking far too long.

“The location of our intelligence, boy. Do not make me ask again.”
Scout swallowed painfully, the taste of blood bitter on his tongue. “I…I don’t know all the… details…” the boy started unsteadily. “B…But… I heard them… uh…” A pause as he choked back another sob. “Mention some place… Cold… U…Up north. Think it’s some stupid fuckin’ European country or some sh—”

“Names, boy,” Spy sighed, voice obviously impatient.
“I-I’m g…gettin’ to that…” the boy whimpered. He furrowed his brow, staring down at the floor in earnest concentration. “Um… I… I think it was called… N… Norra Scocha or something…”
“Nova Scotia?” the Spy demanded.
“Somethin’ like that…”
Looking away, Spy took another long draw of his cigarette, and silently let the tendrils of smoke curl out of his nostrils. “… Interesting…”

There was another painful silence as Spy mused this over. The Engineer and Heavy were talking in hushed voices at the other end of the room, but about what, Scout couldn’t say. Finally, the boy cleared his throat nervously, and inquired in a cracked voice, “S…So, am I free to go now…?”

Spy bit back the incredulous laugh tickling the back of his throat. Better the boy not know. “I’m afraid not.”
Scout shifted uncomfortably. “I told you what you wanted to know.”
“Oui. But allow me another question, s’il vous plaît.”
“No.”
“THAT was not a request,” Spy snapped irritably. “Now that we know where OUR intelligence is, you will tell us where YOURS is.”
Scout felt his blood freeze up again.

Anything but that…

18 .

Gloriously cringe-worthy. I've had a few root canals and the idea that the tooth could break scared the crap out of me.

I don't know if you want requests or anything but something with fire and/or burning/branding would make me a happy anon. I'd love to read your description of that.

Please continue!

19 .

RE: #18

Thanks for the compliments, pally! Excuse me for asking, but am I correct in assuming you're a reoccurring reader? Maybe the same one that left me a nice comment at #15? If so, thanks for the continual support - it really means a lot!

As for your suggestion, I am APPALLED at myself for not thinking of that earlier. I am scrambling to think of ways to fit it into the story without things getting a little too... muddled. I will work my hardest not to make you disappoint!

One last thing. Yesterday, I was horrendously sick, and while I was at home, I went on a sudden writing binge in which over 1,600 words were written. (And usually, I'm the slowest updater to ever live!) That being said, expect an update very, very shortly. Possibly tomorrow since my updates for this particular story tend to be around 900 words in length. I'm hesitant to make many more uploads of the same chapter before the sex happens. God damn it, I am having WAY too much fun with this...

TL;DR: Thank you!
Have I seen you before?
I'll try to integrate your request.
Expect an update soon!
Sex probably comes afterwards.

20 .

I can't get enough Scout abuse. I really can't. It's not that I hate Scout, but his cocky attitude makes him a prime candidate for unspeakable torture. Mmmm. Make sure you keep that spark of disobedience in him until the very end. Then crush him. Crush him like an egg.

21 .

Holy god I do hope you didn't get taken by the Rapture scheduled for today, because finding this last update and a promise for more soon is just too beautiful.

Keep it up!

22 .

#21: That's what's the plan, yes. Hehheh... So much fun to be had...~

#22: Didn't know about that til I just read your comment (it's nearly midnight my time), and I had to prevent myself from ragespazzing over such idiocy. Just.... hurrrrrmmmm.... Moving on.

NEXT CHAPTER, GO.

23 .

Oh, fail. I never pasted.


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“Now that we know where OUR intelligence is, you will tell us where YOURS is.”
Scout felt his blood freeze up again.

Anything but that…

“Sorry, man – I can’t answer that,” the Scout replied quickly. Too quickly.
Spy snarled and jammed his foot squarely into Scout’s chest, knocking the wind out of him. “Don’t insult my intelligence with such transparent lies, boy.”
“It… ain’t a lie,” Scout gasped out with an infuriating amount of resolution. He squared his shoulders stubbornly, and clenched his jaw. “Sorry, man – that’s all I know.”

He couldn’t help but think about his team. BLU had been on the run for weeks now with a series of devastating losses of land. The Intel grab was supposed to put them back on the map again – put a little more wind in their sails. If RED stormed in and recovered their Intel… Well, there would be casualties, sure, but BLU was likely to have decoded most, if not all, of the information already.

But if OUR Intel is stolen, Scout thought, his heartbeat escalating with panic, we’ll be worse off than before. RED’ll wipe us off of the friggin’ map.

Scout didn’t want to be in any more pain. But the thought of his entire team getting slaughtered – for real – just because he couldn’t stand the heat… No, that wasn’t going to happen. He wasn’t going to pussy out again.

His eyes flickered up to glare at the Spy, the bold, smoldering fire in his eyes once more. Spy returned it with his falcon-like gaze.

“Honestly, boy,” he sighed, crouching so that he was eye-level with the little BLU wretch. He twirled his cigarette idly between his finger-tips, trying to maintain his patience. “I’ve already had you water-boarded and I’ve pulled out one of your deplorable teeth. Do you really want more?”

Scout was glaring off to the side now, so Spy pressed the cherry end of his cigarette to the pale flesh of Scout’s exposed neck. There was a slight hissing sound as the flesh blackened and blistered around it. Scout sucked in a tight breath, clenched his teeth together, and let out a weak whine of pain, but still refused to look at the man.

Spy growled dangerously and seized Scout by the collar, bringing him close to his snarling face. His breath was heavy with the scent of tobacco and Brandy. “What are you trying to ACHIEVE, you imbecile?! You WILL tell me what I desire to know, whether it takes hours, days, or weeks! Why do you resist?!”

When Scout didn’t reply, he drew out his beautiful revolver and bashed the boy on the skull with it, tarnishing its intricate designs with the dark, red stain of blood. Scout drooped, threatening to lose consciousness once more, but Spy seized him by the collar again and slammed him to the wall, growling like a feral animal. The chains rattled noisily with the sudden, violent motion.

“ANSWER ME.”
“I already told ya,” Scout mumbled dazedly. He tried to focus. “I… dunno nothin’. Ya wastin’ ya time, big guy.” It came out surprisingly easy, despite how thick and dry his tongue felt in his mouth.

Spy gave the little snot-nosed brat another firm back-hand, and stormed to his feet, pacing around in a barely-controlled rage. The Heavy and Engineer stared wordlessly as the man began neurotically drawing a fresh cigarette, lighting it up and barely taking a single draw before he tossed it away and pulled out another. As he did so, he hissed venomously, “I’m not finished with you YET, my boy. Oh, no. No, no… I’ve got many more tricks up my sleeve! Perhaps I’ll start ripping off the nails from your fingers and toes! Hmmm? Would you like that?!” he snapped.

Silence was all that met him. Spy was sure that nothing could be more annoying than the little delinquent's shrill, grating voice, but this deliberately defiant silence was much, much worse.

RED Soldier had made himself clear that Spy wasn’t supposed to utilize any interrogation methods that would kill the BLU Scout. At least not right away. He was supposed to get all information from him as quickly as possible, then kill the boy and dispose of all evidence once they investigated if the information was legitimate. But they needed the information first. And they needed it quickly.

There was no margin of error. Period.

But what was he supposed to do? He could sense the Scout was retreating back into a protective mental shell. It was very possible that he’d been tortured before with such tenacity. And it was clear that the boy had the stupid, but noble idea that he was a hero by saving his teammates – as if there WERE any heroes in this game they played – as well as the idiotic thought that he would actually be let go if he stayed silent long enough. Unfortunately, he also seemed to recognize that he was too valuable to kill with his information. Or to psychologically scar past his limit, for that matter…

The man’s mind whirled frantically as he took in a deep draw and flicked another cigarette away. He’d never been under such restraints for interrogation before. He was used to terrorizing his victims with a slow and painful death until they begged for a merciful shot between the eyes and were willing to tell whatever they knew to receive it. And if they died before information was yielded… Well, there were always other men to “ask” instead.

But this Scout was the only one they could get their hands on – assisted by the RED Spy’s relationship with his mother. The only BLU mercenary they’d been able to get since the damned war had started. There was no room for error… No second chances if he made a miscalculation…

He continued on his fanatical ranting tirade, his threats getting increasingly sadistic as his own panic escalated. “OR, perhaps I could force-feed you your own filthy waste! I could even get the Medic to come down here and—”
The Engineer suddenly pulled him aside as the boy winced at the threat. “Easy there, pardner,” he warned in a low, solemn voice. “You can’t bring the Doc into this. Soldier made sure to specify that.”
Spy jerked away from the Engineer’s grasp, and jabbed a thin, pointy finger into the man’s chest, hissing back, “And he ALSO specified that I was to be the ONLY one to speak, and that YOU moronic commoners are not to get in my way!”
Engineer just shook his head. “It’s no use right now. We should try again tomo—”

Spy suddenly waved him off. “Shush, Laborer.” His brow was creased thoughtfully.
The Engineer snarled and was about to object to Spy’s offensive nickname, when he caught sight of the expression on the man’s face. He grudgingly stayed silent, if only to hurry this uncomfortable and highly unpleasant process to its end.

It was possible… Very possible that Spy had been going about this the wrong way!

Yes. His focus had been all wrong. His techniques were painful, to be sure, but would not serve as a continual physical, as well as psychological reminder that would stay with the boy for the remainder of his life. Something that would hit him hard – something he’d be most certainly afraid of losing forever…

The answer came immediately.

There was a sudden relaxing of Spy’s posture that warranted an uneasy glance from Scout. Spy didn’t return it immediately, taking time to finally enjoy the smooth essence of his luxurious Dunhill Special Reserve cigarette. The panicked haze he’d momentarily gone through was over now; the information of the whereabouts of the BLU Intel was as good as his.

The slow, cobra-esque grin that split his face in two somehow made Engineer and Heavy feel just as anxious as the very Scout the grin was meant for.

“We all enjoy various activities…” Spy began vaguely, pausing for a moment to deftly blow out a ring of smoke.
Scout watched him warily, jaw set tight.
“The Laborers, for example—”
A low growl from the Engineer. Again with that nickname.
“They like to build their fancy little toys for me to destroy. The Heavies like their big guns. The Medics like… well… You know. I like getting my information and keeping a lucrative career in which it is my duty to simply stab anyone stupid enough to stand still. And you…”

The man poked Scout in the chest with deceptive – mocking, even – tenderness. His predator-like grin softened. “And you like to run.”

A pause as Scout tried to see where this was going. Spy continued softly, sounding everything like a father lulling his child to sleep with a bedtime story. “Like? No. You LOVE it. Don’t you? You love the wind in your hair, the feel of your feet slapping against hard pavement, the burning in your legs, the rush of your heartbeat, the sting of every exhilarating breath…”

Scout nodded unconsciously, eyes dreamy. He closed his eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath, imagining it was from the fresh outdoors. He’d hardly been able to MOVE since his capture – much less have a good run. He missed it more than he missed NOT feeling like a drowned rat with a nail jammed into the inside of his jaw and a hammer beating on the side of his head.

WHACK.

Scout couldn’t hold back his pained cry as the drummer inside his skull beat at double-time. Spy stood, the barrel of his revolver coated with yet another thin layer of blood from the Scout’s forehead. His smile stayed professional and refined, even as his eyes burned with the insane glee that came with a knowing victory.

Everyone in the room flinched as Spy unexpectedly fired a round just a hair away from the boy’s thigh.

“What would you do if you could never run again?”


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No porn yet - sorry to disappoint. This installment ended being way more introspective than I'd planned it to be. Still, I like it. Well, besides the fact it's also kinda long-winded. But eh. Gives us a little more insight on the purview of the inner mechanisms of their enigmatic minds. ( Bonus points and a free request filled for the first person who can pinpoint the show and episode that's from. )

Anon #18, I hope that's good enough for now - your request was golden, but I didn't quite know how else to fill it at this point. GAAAH.

Also, fun fact, I was reading this out loud to my friend while we were goofing around on a nearby golfcourse with her dad's golfcart. When Spy loses his cool, I started screaming RIGHT as we pass by some random golfers. They kept staring back at us until we turned the corner. Good times.

24 .

OH GOD I was hoping this would come into play. Poor Scout. I feel bad for him, and yet, I can't wait to see him suffer. Wanna see how far this ends up going. Keep up the good work.

25 .

It might be a bad thing, but I feel absolutely no pity for Scout in this. Maybe that makes me a bad person, but I'm totally on Spy's side :D

26 .

Poor scout, I gotta admire him for protecting his teammates. Spy's a dick, but we already knew that. I take it there's no respawn here?

27 .

FAPPO

Man, I don't even care if porn shows up or not. This torture is too delicious. Spy losing his temper is wonderful. Almost as wonderful as calculated, malicious Spy.

28 .

Iz: Thank ya kindly. I'm glad that people are having as much fun reading this as I'm having fun writing it.

#25: LOL. Well, it'd be hard to feel that much pity for him if you hated him in the first place, which I'm assuming you did. I personally feel bad for Scout - especially for everything else I've got in store for him. Doesn't mean I'll let up on 'im, though. Not by a long shot.

Chessolin: Yeah. Sorry - should have said there's not respawn off the battlefield, but I kind of went by the assumption that was the general fandom consensus. Whoops!

Ginger: I'm so glad you're pleased by this! Believe it or not, I hardly ever do torture, or even guro, so I kept neurotically checking to see if everything was accurate. So far, Spy losing it is my favorite part in the entire fiction. I like to think he CONSIDERS himself to be always cool and calm and in control, but takes things not going his way very, VERY badly. Especially when his OWN life\career is on the line. It's hard to believe that anyone is completely sane in a game like this. That's what makes it so fun.

29 .

I can't believe I overlooked the very title. Was driving back from my auditions today when it hit me- I wonder if the breaking point refers to Scout's, or Spy's. Ahh yeaah.

30 .

Same anon as 25 here. I never hated Scout, more like I never had much interest in him, this though, this definitely has my interest and I can't wait to see more :)

31 .

Iz: Pffft, yeah right. You wish I was that clever. It's mostly referring to Scout's breaking point, but I guess you can say everyone involved in this story are going to be pushed to their edge by the end, anyhow. Spy being no exception.

#30: Ah, I kinda see what ya mean now, but I'd personally still side with Scout on this, had I been in the spot. Being the underdog and what-not. Plus, bonus points because his intentions are (mostly) pure.

32 .

Happy ending eventually? maybe? please?

33 .

Maybe. But don't get your hopes up.

34 .

Sad now.

35 .

I am the same anon from #15 and #18. I'm really enjoying this I'm glad to give you support!

I've had a very busy weekend and only just now have I gotten a chance to check the chan and there is an update! Thank you SO MUCH for taking my request into account. That part gave me shivers in the right kinda way. I'd make a big 'ole smiley face but I think that would result in some kind of ban, and I do NOT want to be banned before seeing this through.

Reading through the other comments (and through the latest update) I'm now looking forward to the psychological toll this event takes on all the characters. Sex or no, this whole thing is very exciting.

36 .

Chess: Aw, don't be! I actually don't know exactly how it's going to end yet -- this story is already becoming way bigger and more complex every day, so who knows where it'll be in a few months' time! I'm just saying - Scout's got the odds against him right now.

Anon #15\18\35: Your comments flatter me greatly! I'm glad you liked the cigarette addition, because I was worried it was added too hastily, but I guess I had nothing to worry about. Can't wait for you to see what I have in store, and I'll try to keep your fetish in mind for later on!

37 .

I was only half serious. I like your story, it's like a train wreck. I don't wanna know what happens next but I read it cause I gotta know what happens next!

38 .

(I didn't mean train wreck as an insult. I'll shut up now.)

39 .

I think Chessolin meant it was a train wreck in the regards that terrible things are happening to Scout, but we just can't stop reading because it's so well done.

(Same anon fag as #35&30)

40 .

*25 not 35... damn you early morning typing!

41 .

I got what you meant, Chess - no big deal.

Also, I think I'll just start calling Anons by their first post. (Like the Anon at #40 I'd just call #25 if he\she identified themselves as such).

Also, sorry, you guys. I just had my graduation on Friday, and my birthday is on Tuesday, and I've got to do things with my friends\family\parents until then -- long story short, I wouldn't expect much for the next few weeks. I'll update ASAP, though!

42 .

>>41
Gratz and Happy Birthday!

43 .

going on what #18 said, if you're at all taking requests, and if you're at all going to do the branding thing... would it be possible if a curling iron was stuck up someone's ass? ... at all? If not, then oh well. It's a great story, and I'd love to see more of it. If you are, then oh my god, I will love you forever.

Oh, and, oh god, I cringed at the wisdom tooth part. I currently have all four of my wisdom teeth growing in at the same time, all of the impacting, and I have to have them removed. All four of them. I've already heard horror stories about it, and that didn't help. Again, great story, grats and happy b-day.

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#43: Uhhhhh... As much as I hate denying requests, I'm gonna have to pass on that one. I'm really, REALLY sorry, but in this story... It just seems too implausible. Mostly the fact that, in order for it to happen, SOMEONE in this testosterone-driven base would have to be in POSSESSION of a curling iron. And that if it isn't Spy, he'd have to sacrifice so major man-points to ask for it.

The only one I could see realistically having a curling iron (not including Pyro, because who knows about him) would be Medic. Which means Spy would have to ask him for it. Which means Medic would ask why. And then he'd want to get involved. And that's something NO ONE wants to happen. I guess Spy could also steal it, but it'd take some HUGE balls to steal from Medic.

I guess Spy could also go to the store and buy one. But I think he'd be too proud to suffer the weird looks it'd get him.

And, ooh, I'm sorry about your wisdom teeth, too. I'm actually thinking you'll be pretty okay, since they're gonna have you on the giggle gas for it, most likely, so I doubt you'll feel anything. I have to get mine pulled, too - probably some time this summer. But, hell, after suffering through them for two years, I'm looking forward to it. *rubs aching jaw* IT'LL BE ALRIGHT, PARTNER.

Sorry for this wall of text, too, by the way. Thanks for your kind words - always appreciated.

45 .

>>43
I don't think it will be bad. When I had mine removed, they put me up, I woke up, fell down, slept on the ride home, and lived on vicoden and mashed potatoes for several days.

46 .

>>44 oh crap, how I lol'd. Half of it was just imagining RED scout snooping through RED spy's things, and then bringing it down asking Spy why he had a curling iron, and then Spy more or less saying "uh... well... I knew it was going to need it later, so I went out and borrowed it from BLU scout's mom". After all, we all know he needs to keep his hair nice and curly... or something. Iunno. It's 2 AM right now, and at this time of night, everything's funny as hell.

But no, that's fine, I knew it probably wouldn't be able to happen.

Oh, god, I hate it when they start growing in. I swear to god, each month they take turns coming in just to annoy the piss out of me. If it isn't one, then it just has to be the other, and for some reason, it's always the two bottom ones. Anyways, hope you finally get the out. I feel your pain, man, and by god, it hurts.

47 .

Chess: Also, I totally said thanks to you for the nice wishes before, but I think it got ateded, so thanks again

#43: Yeah - shenanigans all around, and Spy is too "classy" to put up with that crapz. I'm sorry, still. I've wracked my brain, and I just can't see it fitting anywhere. I mean, I'm putting Scout through HELL, but I'm not trying to kill him (yet). And that... most likely would, actually. So, again, sorry.

And, is it me, or do bottom ones cause the most problems? My top ones came in with no problem, but my bottom teeth went, "lol screw you" and were stuck in limbo, half-in, half out for, like, a year. So the gums around them were still sensitive and stuff, and chewing was a pain - especially when something got stuck in my top teeth, and then would just keep getting jammed into my gums again and again. I'm so done with you, teeeth.

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>>47 Naw, again, I knew it probably wasn't going to work out, but it didn't hurt to ask.

As far as I know, my top ones haven't been coming in, and the bottom ones were like that for almost a year before they decided to be dicks and start making themselves at home. Even about half a year after they made that decision, they're still not even half unpacked. And the real kicker? The dentist wants to wait until they've fully come in before he pulls them out. This is going to be really fun, I know it.

Oh, look, an update. Now I have something to do for a few minutes before going back to being bored as hell.

50 .

>>48

Christ. I was literally on the verge of tears the entire time I read this. Whether from joy or sympathy is a different matter... probably both.

I love this so much.

51 .

REPOST

Oh, hay, gaiz. Just totally realized that I made a HUGE typo in my last update, and it was bothering me so much, I nuked the original post and put up this one instead. Sorry about that, LOOOL. I is are so gud @ spellcheking, yees i are.

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“What would you do if you could never run again?”

Scout’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately drew his knees up to his chest. “H-Hey…. Easy, now… I… I already told ya what I know!” When he saw that the Spy was calmly reloading his weapon and no longer paying him any sort of mind, he blurted, “O-Okay! So maybe I DO know something! But I still can’t tell you!”
“Oh, you’ll find that you most certainly can,” Spy muttered, clicking shut the chamber.
“No – you don’t understand!” Scout screamed, frantic voice going shrill. “You don’t know what they do to traitors over there, man! I CAN’T!!!”
Spy only raised one, dubious eyebrow.
Scout trembled, eyes darting over the floor, as if the answers to his dilemma were spelled out on the filthy, damp concrete.

Finally, there came a stifled sob. The boy lowered his head further, ashamed of crying for the second time in front of the grown, battle-hardened men before him.

Spy waited patiently.

“P…Please…” came the cracked whimper. “Please don’t make me tell… I… I just can’t…”
“You can, and you will.” Spy cocked his revolver meaningfully.
“NO! NO, no, no, no, no!” Scout cried, shrinking back in on himself. “Please… Please! I… I’ll never cause any trouble for you guys again! I’ll quit the war! I’ll drop off the face of the fuckin’ planet if you want me to – just don’t make me tell you! PLEASE!”

Spy gazed into the Scout’s eyes, expression as grim and hawk-like as ever. Although it was incredibly difficult for Scout, he stared back, eyes bloodshot and unsure.

Eventually, Spy lowered his gun and softened his gaze with a considerable amount of effort. “Boy, I really don’t want to do this,” he lied in a soothing voice. “I’m here for one thing only: and that’s to get the information I desire. I’ll gladly let you go – I’ll even personally escort you to your new-found freedom and ensure your lovely mother you have not been harmed.”

His voice dipped into that gentle, father-like tone again. “But you have to tell me what I want to know first, Cameron.”

He paused. “Please.”

There was silence for several long moments. Scout opened his mouth, paused uneasily as he mulled over what he was about to say in his mind, chewed his lip, and took a deep, shaky breath.

“I-I… I really can’t tell you, but I—”

Spy didn’t even remember pulling the trigger. All he knew was that he was that one moment, he was patiently listening to the simpering little imbecile, and the next, he was scowling ferociously as he fired again and again into the boy’s kneecap, shattering it in a matter of seconds.

The pain shot through Scout’s leg like a bolt of lightning, every bullet sending his body into a convulsion of anguish. And, oh God, did he scream. He screamed as loud as he could manage so that everyone in the entire world could know the pain he was going through. The fear he felt, wondering what else these cruel bastards could put him through. And, most of all, that the one thing that mattered most to him was taken away forever.

Spy seized him while he was in the midst of writhing in his restraints, and squeezed his cheeks forcefully, making the dull ache pulsing within his mouth return at full force. “I don’t think that you were listening,” the infuriated Frenchman hissed, eyes blazing. He brought his face nose-to-nose with the terrified boy’s. “Now do you want to tell me where that Intel is, or do you want to go for two?” He pressed the barrel of the gun to the boy’s other knee, finger hovering dangerously on the trigger.

Scout couldn’t seem to stop shaking. He convulsed more, eyes rolling into back of his head. It was too much – the pain, the stress, and God, Spy’s breath – he felt like he was choking… Couldn’t breathe…

Spy withdrew as the boy started gagging forcefully, but when nothing came, he resumed his position straddling the helpless teen on the ground. He shook Scout forcefully by the shoulders, growling as the boy’s eyes flickered and rolled back in their sockets yet again.

“TELL ME!” he screamed, shoving him against the wall.
“—I—”
“TELL ME!!!” Spy repeated, slamming those frail shoulders yet again over the cold stone.
“TELL M—”

“Iceland!” the boy choked out between his sobs and whimpers of pain. “Th… The Intel… It’s being held i…in… Iceland…”

Spy withdrew, allowing the boy a moment to control himself and speak in more than barely understandable blubbers. chest heaving, Scout continued, “Th… There’s this huge v…volcano… Off the south coast… Can’t remember what it’s called… Th…They have a base there… Only one entrance… and it’s crawlin’ with Pyros, Engies, Heavies, and Medics. That’s… That’s really all I know. Just… Just please… Don’t… No more…” Another sob, followed by violent coughing and a sickening retch.

Spy smirked. “Well done, boy,” he cooed mockingly, patting the trembling soul’s cheek. He stood, glancing back at his two visibly uncomfortable comrades. “You two have served your purpose – you may be excused. I’m charging you with the task of relaying the whereabouts of the suitcases to Soldier on the way back to your quarters. This has been an overwhelming success.”

Engineer exhaled, suddenly becoming aware that he’d been holding his breath. “So we’re done now? We can leave?”
“Yes. You can leave the tools here, however – I might need them again later on.”
Engineer was already making a beeline towards the door, but Heavy stopped and glanced back at the masked villain. “You are not coming with us?” he asked in his heavy Russian accent.
“No, unfortunately not. I have some matters to attend to in order to make sure our hard work is not undone,” the Frenchman answered vaguely, spinning his cigarette between his fingertips. “But you may leave if you wish.”

The heavy-set Russian man stared at Spy a moment longer, then shrugged and left along with his smaller, Texan counterpart.

Scout watched, trembling as the heavy steel door opened, flooding the dimly lit cellar with the blood red glow of the setting sun. The door swung shut, extinguishing the light all at once, and with it, Scout’s last hope of freedom.

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Nnnnnnope, no dicks here! Sorry again, you guys. Kinda got away from me. Again.

Felt like I could have spent more time on the fact that Scout's knee is now a shattered mess of blood and flesh and bone, buuut... Nah. Was going to, but nah.

Funny story, though. I actually did some research on kneecapping, and apparently it's done at the BACK of the knee to sever some kinda nerve or something - idk. I wanted to try to fit that in to show, "Hey, I actually DID look this up," but I couldn't quite fit it into the story smoothly, so I'm going to call Artistic License on this one, and ask that you guys just assume that all the effects of a NORMAL kneecapping took place, even though it was executed differently.

Also, I thought it'd be cool to shoehorn a volcanic lair in there. Because they're kind of the shit. So, yeah, that's literally the only reason that's the location of the Intel. Author appeal. Sue me.

If I seem kind of off right now, it's because I haven't eaten all day and it's nearly nine, my time. I should really get on that. Being sick is the worst. Okay, love ya'll.

52 .

>>48

YES. UPDATE. Congrats on the graduation, happy birthday, and boo on the sickness. I hope you feel better soon!

That volcano is totally canon for me because there is actually a map called koth_lolcano (http://forums.tf2maps.net/showthread.php?t=13099). It is a terrible map, but totally relevant and gave me a laugh while reading.

I am concerned about Scout bleeding out though. Poor kid is in terrible shape and won't last the night if he doesn't get some help. I look forward to seeing how that happens.

PS, the number tracking is getting silly. 15/18/35 is now Rae

53 .

Oh god, tell me this isn't the end. It's so good. I just... I yearn for more. Please?

54 .

Needs update! MOAR!

God, I can not express how much I can't wait another minute for this update. ~Please~ have more soon!

I usually leave con-crits in my comments but I haven't had my monthly guru yet and I'm way to eager for the update of this to see any flaws.

55 .

#43: Thanks for being so understanding, brah. About your mouth, though, ask your dentist if you can go to an oral surgeon to get them removed, because believe me - it does NOT get any easier. Hope you enjoyed the update!

Ginger: I'm so happy you liked it! Porn is 100% guaranteed next chapter, so you have even more to look forward to!

Rae: That map blew me away. Do want, plz.

Iz: No, definitely not the last installment! Technically, all of this (and the next update) are only supposed to be ONE chapter long! I hope I'm not dragging this along too much, but I'm hugely enjoying myself.

#54: I'll have another chapter as soon as I can, but so far, I've been having trouble starting off. But, trust me; I won't give up! I love you guys too much! Thanks for dropping by and boosting my moral.

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>>56

DEAR GOD YES

THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I'VE ALWAYS WANTED OUT OF EVERYTHING

I hate you rush a genius, but MOREMOREMOREMOREMOREMORE

58 .

>>57

**to rush a genius. Now I feel silly, but it's the kind of typo you don't leave uncorrected

59 .

>>57

You, ma'am, honor me. You seriously do. Thanks for always coming back, and thanks for the always-enthusiastic responses.

60 .

>>59

Think nothing of it. Just continue articulating my fantasies as you have been.

61 .

>>56 OH. MY. GOD. YES. I went from freezing and pissed off at GoW to almost fangasming. A few problems in the speech, but hey, I can't blame ya. Know know what this scene needs? Curling irons. Wellnonotreallyitsperfectthewayitis.

I hope you feel better soon.

62 .

Problems in the speech? Go ahead and lay down some examples - I'm never above trying to improve! Thanks for the kind wishes, though, and, er... Good luck with your curling iron thing.

63 .

>>62 I don't know, some of the dialogue sounds a little out of character for Spy, and it sounds a little more "modern" than what it should be. Eh, I'm probably just nitpicking.

64 .

Gah, I knew that "bitching and moaning" was a mistake. I was going to fix it, but.... I forgot. Dorp. If it really bothers you, I could always nuke that update, but I'd rather not. No biggy, though. Thanks for taking the time for listing your opinion! Means a lot to me, Holmes.

65 .

Oh Jesus. I swear to god, I have such a mental boner right now. Like, not from arousal, just 'this is so well written that my brain is in overdrive' kind of a mental boner.

Don't you dare blueball me, TwoRefined. Can't wait for more.

66 .

>>64 I think it was more "royally pissed me off" that bothered me. It's more of an English phrase, and unless he was living in American for a few years, at least, he wouldn't have picked it up, especially if he wasn't hanging out with a younger crowd. I also don't know whether or not they would have said that in the sixties. You might have to do some research on that. Oh well. I'm mostly just nitpicking. It's not a giant glaring mistake, so no real need to fix it.

67 .

LE-NUKED!~

There was no need to fix it, but I thought I should, anyways. Also fixed some other things that bothered me during my read-through.

Iz: I'm both flattered and confused that you like my random crap so much, and I'll try my hardest not to let you dowwwwn.

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If there was one thing Spy loved, it would be the intoxicating feeling of power wrought from fear. His was a different sort, he knew. He wasn’t like that brute of a Russian bear or the psycho-patriotic Soldier; he couldn’t FORCE his victims to fear him by sheer brute strength or physical intimidation.

His was a creeping kind of fear – the one of a child afraid of the eerie shadows cast by what was supposed to be a comforting night-light. The chill that invariably creeps up one’s neck when they find themselves walking alone after dusk.

He thrived on this fear – uncertainty was what gave him power, and it never felt as sweet as when it came from someone who was utterly cocksure. Be it a filthy bushman too busy staring through his scope to survey his surroundings every-so-often, or a Heavy roaring with laughter as he slowly moved down the ranks without noticing that his precious Medic was no longer with him.

Maybe that’s why, he told himself, that he found the terrified look in Scout’s eyes so intricately alluring.

The boy’s eyes followed him as the man drew forward. He was still shaking and sobbing, the shattered remains of what could have been called his knee still bleeding profusely.

Suddenly, Spy whipped his revolver out again, aiming the barrel directly at Scout’s face. The boy gasped, immediately shrinking in on himself. Spy smirked placing it back in his holster. “Are you afraid of me now, little Scout? And here I was, thinking you were a big MAN…”
Scout averted his eyes to the ground, still shaking. “You… You shot me i…in the knee…” he muttered, feebly trying to justify himself.

Spy smirked, lighting another cigarette. “Yes. I did. And do you know why?” He paused to blow a few smoke rings. “Because YOU disobeyed a direct order from me. And let me inform you right now that your short life will become VERY difficult should you continue to disobey.”

Something about the way Spy said that made Scout shift uncomfortably. “Hey… Wait. Didn’t you say you were going to let me go?”
“Yes. Yes, I did.” Another smirk. “But that was before you practically spat in my face and refused my offer, despite my kindness. What I said before that incident is now null and void.” At the expression of horror spreading through the boy’s features, he added, “Oh, don’t worry, you little hooligan. If it makes you feel better, I never planned on keeping my promise, anyhow.”
“You… You bast—”

Spy flipped open his butterfly knife, eyes glinting. “Pardon?”
Scout lowered his eyes, immediately realizing his mistake. “N-No – I didn’t mean—”

And suddenly, the glinting blade was as the boy’s neck. “Are you STUPID, you pathetic, bucktoothed mongrel?! I’m only going to tell you this ONCE: you belong to RED Co. now. More specifically, you belong to ME. I’ve been authorized to do anything I can to make your life miserable, and, trust me, the more you whine like a stupid, pathetic little girl, the more ideas I get. So I’d suggest you keep your mouth SHUT.”

Tears welled up in the boy’s eyes, and he nodded meekly, ever mindful at the knife pressed against his throat. He bit his lip in order to hold back another sob.

Spy scoffed, and made a few quick, clean cuts in Scout’s undershirt, which was still cold and damp from the water-boarding. He hastily lifted Scout’s wounded leg (prompting a few painful screams), and fashioned a crude bandage around the knee. “There. That should hold you until I can be bothered to hire someone to maintain you.”
Scout whimpered. Maintain? What does he…

That’s when it hit him. Spy had meant everything he said completely literally. Scout was no longer a person. He was a thing now – a belonging in every sense of the word. He didn’t have a future. He didn’t have a family. Hell, he probably didn’t even have a name anymore. All he had now was a purpose – to serve and survive.

He was brought back from his grim realization by the sound of a zipper. A gloved hand yanked his chin up so that Scout’s eyes were level with the undone fly and lovely silk boxers.

“Mouth open. Time to test your resolve.”

68 .

And yet, I'm still not happy with that installment... I won't say what's bothering me in hopes that you guys don't suddenly become aware of it, too, but I think I'll call it a day at this point. I've already nuked twice in two updates in a row - at this point, I'm just becoming OCD.

69 .

I hope Spy dies in a fire...
Great writing though!

70 .

Oh god I cannot wait for the next installment. Slightly frustrated by the cliffhanger.

71 .

Chess: Oh, just wait til the end of this chapter! Yes, chapter. t has an end, after all!

#70: Sorry about that! Here - I'll resolve it for you!

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“Mouth open. Time to test your resolve.”

It took a moment for Scout to understand exactly what Spy was asking of him. He blinked for a second, and the next moment, his eyes were wide with disbelief. “You… You’re into dudes?!”
“No, of course not – don’t be ridiculous,” Spy snapped back, obviously irritable and partially mortified by his own request. “And even if I WAS, I’d find someone like YOU about as desirable as a dead, half-rotted pig. However…”

He took a deep draw, then exhaled again, cigarette resting between his fingers as he clutched a fistful of the boy’s hair. His other hand pulled out his flaccid member and wiggled it slightly in front of Scout’s face.

“This isn’t about desire. This is about power.”
“N’ what if I bite you?” Scout growled softly, bristling despite himself.
“Do you honestly even want to know the answer to that question?”

Scout winced, and glanced back at the man’s member. It smelled clean, at least, and it was well groomed, but… It took all the boy’s will power to not start gagging all over again.

“I…” The boy’s voice wavered. “I can’t—”
Spy promptly drew his gun again and hit him in the mouth. Scout gave a startled shriek as his angry gums started blazing with pain once more.
“Okay! Okay…” Scout sniffled, lower lip quivering as he pleadingly looked up at the older man.

He took a deep breath, and swallowed back the bile tickling the back of his throat. He closed his eyes tightly, hesitantly extended his tongue, and enveloped as much he could of the flaccid cock in his mouth.

Spy gasped slightly, arching forward into the boy’s mouth. He’d been trapped in this God-forsaken base far too long – had he really almost forgotten the feeling of getting sucked off? Maybe not, but still, he hadn’t expected Scout’s mouth to feel quite so warm…

Scout felt his stomach turn as Spy let loose a soft, guttural moan and pulled his head closer. It hadn’t taken him long to get hard, and now Scout could even taste what he could only guess was… Oh, God… Was that… Precum?

He held back a gag, and glared up at Spy in bitter resentment, thankful that the man didn’t have his eyes open to see his expression. “Not interested in guys” my ass… Only a total fag would get off from this. Only a total fag would get off from this. Only a total fag would get off from this. Only a total fag would ask for me to DO this!

Suddenly, a feeling of defeat washed over him. What was he doing? He was sitting here sucking some fag off like a little fucking whore! He should have fought more – said something, bit, tore, fought tooth and nail until every bone in his body was broken… It was useless, he knew, but he should have fought. He should have fought because that was what a real man would have done.

A sob swelled in the boy’s chest. He wanted to go home. He’d had enough of trying to prove himself on the battle field or trying to be a “real” man – he wanted his mom, damn it. He wanted to be in HIS house, warm and wrapped up in a blanket and listening to the radio and eating soup his mom had made from scratch.

He wanted to sleep in his bed. He wanted to be reading HIS comic books. He wanted to hug every last one of his big brothers. He wanted to go outside and RUN.

Will I ever get to do any of those ever again…?

Scout was already on the cusp of breaking into hysteria, and Spy’s gentle prodding of, “Come on, boy… Take it all, now…” proved to be the straw that broke the camel’s back.

The boy jerked his face away, and began WAILING as loudly as he could. Spy was taken aback for half a second, then growled, shaking the boy’s shoulders. “What are you doing?! I didn’t say you could stop!” he snapped.
“I… WANT… MY… MOOOM!!!” Scout screamed at the top of his lungs.

Spy was infuriated. “Open your mouth!” he demanded.
“Mommeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Scout continued sobbing shamelessly.
Spy pressed his gun against the boy’s temple, enraged. “NOW!!!”

The boy’s quivering mouth opened hesitantly, as he continued to sob. Paying no heed to the annoying little bother, Spy plunged into the open orifice.

The reaction was instantaneous. Scout’s stomach heaved, and Spy managed to back away just half a second before the boy was bent forward, body shaking as he vomited violently and painfully. Before long, his entire front was covered with acrid, yellow bile.

There were some dry heaves and coughs at the end as Scout spat, trying to rid himself of the horrid taste, but he hardly had any time to regroup before Spy wrenched his head back by the hair, and plunged in again.

He face-fucked the boy soundly, driving himself in as deep as he could go without any concern of whether Scout could breathe or not or if he was in any pain. The boy did his best to keep up, still whimpering and sobbing and gasping for air whenever he was allowed time to breathe. There were more dry heaves, but he simply didn’t have anything left to expel. As soon as Spy caught on, he began ignoring them all together and simply pushed past them.

“Oh, merde…” Spy groaned hoarsely, starting to break out into a sweat. As he glanced down at the boy under his control, he suddenly became acutely aware of how much the frightened, tear-streaked face resembled that of his mother’s. Only Spy had made love to the boy’s mother. Scout now only existed for a cheap, brutal fuck.

An aroused growl emitted from Spy’s chest. This was his first time ever taking someone else without their express consent. He took pride in his ability to charm the ladies, and wouldn’t even take one home if he suspected she’d had too much to drink. He was a passionate, kind, and understanding lover – one that many women could only fantasize about.

How surprised he was to find there was a beast hiding inside him all this time. There was a feral, sadistic hunger that craved to push Scout past every limit – to break him in every sense of the word. Seeing him sitting there, chained up, broken, terrified, and utterly helpless… It was everything his hidden, twisted self had ever wanted.

He knew he’d be back for more.

There was a strangled cry from Scout as Spy pressed himself deep into the boy’s throat with a curse, releasing inside of him. Then, he hurriedly pulled out and came over Scout’s face and hair, wanting it to serve as a physical reminder to the boy as to whose he was.

Scout coughed and gagged, trying to force out the semen trapped inside of his throat. He didn’t want it inside him forever. God, he wanted to forget… But Spy clapped his gloved hand against the boy’s mouth and nose with a stern, “Swallow it. All of it.”
Scout whimpered, eyes welling up as he did what he was told. Spy removed his hand, and let the boy cough and gag some more, the salty, bitter taste on his tongue not leaving him.

After lighting up another cigarette, Spy left wordlessly, making sure to turn off the dim, pale light-bulb in the center of the lonely cellar.

Scout sobbed quietly, cold semen running into his eyes, his mouth sore and swelling, and his leg screaming in pain. He prayed to whatever God there might be left to forgive him of any sin he’d ever committed.

Then, he fervently prayed for death.

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I fucking cried when Scout started to call out for his mom. Fucking. Cried.

Dear god. I hope this has a happy ending. But only after more suffering, because I need a catharsis.

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Thanks, Iz. I can still hardly believe I wrote something like that - I feel like the biggest douche ever.

It's a good feeling.

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Been following every single chapter of this with baited breath, and it just keeps getting better. The pure asshole nature of your Spy is wonderful and twisted, and you actually make me feel so sorry for the poor little Scout!
I do loves me some character development, and the way the two are in this fic is so detailed and perfect! You've got asshole Spy and captured Scout down to an artform!
I adore this fic. Please keep up the good work!

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Another glorious installment. I feel like such a creeper for enjoying this as much as I do. Keep up the good work!

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Arkana: Thanks so much! It's been a lot of fun writing, and I'm glad someone is enjoying this, because I'm so obsessed with it all of a sudden, it's scary. You guys keep fueling my passion! Hate to sound petty, but I doubt I'd ever finish this if you guys didn't like it. I'll try to get you guys the next installment ASAP, because I have a good idea of where it's headed now, and I can't WAIT.

Ginger: Don't feel like a creeper! I think everyone who follows this has a morbid obsession with seeing Scout get abused even worse than he already is.

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AND NOW FOR SOMETHING LIGHTHEARTED AND COMPLETELY UNRELATED!!! Hurpdurp. Believe it or not, you guys, this is the kind of crap I usually write.

Also, I wrote all this tonight. PROOFREADING IS FOR LADIES AND WOMEN.

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It was a sleepy, uneventful morning in the BLU fort. Pyro was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast every morning as custom, humming some muffled melody to itself. Half of the crew was trickling into the dining room for Soldier’s mandatory breakfast report time of 0800 sharp. He didn’t mind that all of them were in their pajamas – at least not for the moment. As long as they were in ship-shape half an hour later.

Among the stragglers were Demoman (who was getting over a head splitting hangover), Heavy, Engineer, and Medic (who surprisingly rarely woke up earlier than he needed to). All were dressed in the standard sleep-wear – black sweatpants and a loose, white tee-shirt with their team logo on the front and their symbols on the sleeves.

Soldier and Scout woke up early to take morning jogs while it was still cool out, which was that only reason Scout would ever wake up before noon. Sniper was always fully dressed – aviators and all – before breakfast because it apparently was one of his “standards” as a professional. He was sitting at one end of the table with only his standard mug of decaf and a newspaper. And as for Spy and Pyro… Well, no one ever saw them underdressed.

As Pyro went around the table, handing out breakfast to everyone who’d been late arriving, Spy couldn’t help but glance around the table. There was rarely any conversation during meals – the team would eat as if it were their duty, and leave as soon as they were done. The in-team relationships of BLU were, at best, passable, at worst, on the verge of falling to pieces.

After a moment’s hesitation, Spy cleared his throat, and broke the silence with a, “I know I’ll probably regret asking zis later, but I’ve been wondering about all of your various tastes in women.” He shrugged, sipping on some tea. “Call it morbid curiosity.”

There was a pause as everyone glanced around the table, wondering what had brought on the unwarranted question.

It was Heavy who answered first. The big man broke out in a wide grin and answered, “Red hair is very attractive. Also, I like big vimen. Much chest and buttocks.”

For some reason, the atmosphere around the table relaxed, and many of the men smiled in return. “A chubby chaser, huh big guy?” Scout piped up, mouth full with pancakes and eggs.
“Da.”
“Well you know what?” Scout chugged down a glass of milk, and grinned back at him. “I’ve always wanted t’bang a black chick, m’self. Wha’d’ya say, Demo – got any tips for me?”

Demoman choked on the coffee he was nursing to ease his throbbing hangover, and snarled across the table at the cheeky little vermin. Scout had his mouth stuffed again, and was looking away innocently as he chewed, knowing full well the awkward situation he’d put Demo in, and knowing that Demo KNEW he knew, and not caring one bit. The conspicuous snickers he’d earned from Soldier and Heavy only served to convince him that his passive taunt towards Demo would be well worth the busted lip later.

Demoman was looking as if he’d jump across the table and strangle Scout at any moment, so Engineer quickly broke in to defuse any violence at the table. “I don’t want nothin’ special from a lady – just someone I could talk to n’ grow old with n’ raise a family with—”

“OH, SCREW THAT LOVEY-DOVEY BULLSHIT!” Soldier interrupted suddenly, making the entire table jump out of their skin. “HEY, SALLY – I THINK YOU FORGOT YOUR TAMPONS AT HOME IN YOUR FLOWERY LADY PURSE FOR LADIES AND WOMEN.”

He beat his chest defiantly with a roar. “I AM A MAN! A MAN, DAMN IT!!! ALL I WANT IS A WOMAN WITH BIG BREASTS AND A CAR FULL OF MONEY AND RIBS THAT ADMIRES ME AND TELLS ME HOW SPECTACULAR I ALREADY KNOW I AM!!!”
“Yo, I agree with Solly, yo,” Scout piped up.

Pyro, hearing laughter and voices, peered into the dining room. “Mmmnh?”
“Hey, Pyro! Hey, Pyro!” Scout yelled, motioning him over. “What kinda girl are YOU into, huh?”
Pyro perked up, and clapped its hands together, the rubber making soft squelching noises. “Mmhhrmhrrrrm! Mmnnmdnffr rmmhmmmn hmmmhrrnnfrnndr! Mmmnnfdhhh mhhhhmmmmdrhhh!” It giggled gleefully at its own joke.

Scout just stared blankly. “… Jeez, man. I thought you were classier than that.”
Pyro shrugged.

“AND WHAT ABOUT YOU, SPY?” Soldier demanded in his loud, grating voice. “AS THE MAN WHO INITIATED THIS CONVERSATION, YOU SHOULD DAMN WELL CONTRIBUTE TO IT. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A WOMAN???”

Spy just waved his hand dismissively, a lit cigarette grasped loosely between his fingertips. “Oh, now, you can’t expect a gentleman like myself to kiss and tell, can you?”
“Pffftb,” Scout scoffed. “You know what they call that in MY language, Frenchie? Le bull-SHIT. You guys remember that one time he got some from that Brazilian chick?”

“Aye, I do!” Demoman snickered, pouring some scrumpy into his cup. “Spoi couldn’t shu’ up aboot it for more’n’a fortnight!”
Spy coughed, face going bright red, and loosened his tie. “Yes, well…” he muttered, trying to save face in the midst of his teammates’ laughter.

Even the usually-stoic Sniper cracked a smile. Without looking over his newspaper, he contributed with a, “I’d love t’have a Sheila that would rub her hair all over me so that I’d have her scent. And then, every night before I’d go to bed, she would rub my stomach and call me a special snowflake, and would suck on my feet and clean the dirt between my toes with her tongue.”

He expected a few chuckles, and maybe a confirmation of some sort. When it didn’t come, he blinked, and peered up over his glasses, lowering the paper so that he could see. His entire team was staring at him, mouths agape and eyes the sizes of saucers. Their faces varied from the crimson red of Medic’s cheeks to the pale white of Heavy’s face, to even the alarming off-yellow Engineer was sporting. Spy’s cigarette plopped into his cup of tea.

Suddenly, Sniper was on his feet so fast, his chair fell out from behind him. “WOT TH’BLOODY ‘ELL’S YOUR PROBLEMS, EH?!” His left hand pounded furiously on the table while his right hovered dangerously over his kukri.

And suddenly the entire table was empty, save for the chairs tipped over haphazardly and the abandoned plates of half-eaten food. And one extra member in particular.

Medic had a wide, unsettling grin plastered all over his flushed face. He sidled up to Sniper coyly, eyes glinting with something downright terrifying. He thumbed the sharp edge of the stunned bushman’s knife, looking directly up into his eyes. “Herr… Sniper…” he purred, seeming as if he had to catch his breath for some reason. “Das ist… WUNDERBAR.”
“Uh…” Sniper took a cautious step back. “… Yeah. Okay, Doc, I’m leavin’ – see ya later.”

Medic spent the entire battle that day pocketing Sniper. No one quite had the guts to say anything. Not even Soldier.

DAS ENDE

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That was kinda cute actually. Sorta a team bonding thing. After all the stuff I've seen/read on tf2chan and the rest of the internet, Sniper's idea isn't nearly as bad as they make it out.

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I love fics like this. Just simple 'day-in-the-life' kinda stuff.

Also, for a moment, I misinterpreted the definiton of 'pocketing'. Turned this fic rather gay. I'm okay with that. Don't know if that mis-association is intentional on your part, but it added something to this that made me smile even more.

Also.
Le bull-SHIT My friend actually says this all the time, and I could not help but read Scout's dialogue in his voice now.

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Chess: Agreed. Hate to say it but I think that says more about us than it does about Sniper! I think the most disturbing part was how casually he said it - like he considered that to being into women with red hair or something. A lot of people have strange fetishes, but few would be brave enough to discuss them over a meal like it's no big deal. Also, for some reason, I see BLU Spy as the team mom of sorts - he's always trying to get people to work together better and diffuse arguments between his teammates. I also don't think he's the "original" and it shows - he's kind of a dork and tries really hard to be as awesome as his original and stuff, but on the occasion he just lets his dorky side get away from him. Hey, have you seen the last official update for the story? Just wondering.

Iz: It was half-intentional. But they weren't doing anything, I promise. Well... Medic might have been, but don't tell Sniper that. Also, if you keep reading Scout's lines in your friend's voice, things are going to get REALLY awkward later on in this story. Just sayin'. That's awesome, though. Your friend is awesome. Tell him I said that.

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>>80
Yeah I did read it. I uh, think I'll have to quit reading it for awhile though, it's kinda making me depressed (been hormonal lately for one thing). Keeps pulling me back. I found myself daydreaming while playing tf2 about rescuing Scout. But I love the way you write, it's very descriptive without having way too much info that we don't need. Gives a big feeling of "omg what's going to happen next!?"

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I've been reading this since the beginning and i really do like it! its well written and i look forward to all the new parts. your last little lighthearted part made me grin. Oddly sniper seems the type to be interested in strange things, its always the one you would least suspect right? As for your on going story, cant wait for more! but god i hope there is a happy ending or at least bitter sweet! i think what ever you have planned you should stick with, its your story and stick to your guns but i can still hope right?!

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Chess: I'm sorry to hear that! It actually makes feel feel ridiculously guilty. Yanno, I was planning on doing two or so updates just on Spy returning to Scout just to see how he gets worse and worse, but now I'm thinking I'll just get on with the plot. I know some people might want to see more of Spy's adventures in the cellar, so I might make a spin-off thread - idk. But I don't want to make you guys suffer through torture porn to get to the plot if it's not your thing. What do you think?

Rudy: Yes, you can! Thanks for dropping by and leaving such a nice comment - I try not to look like I'm a loser that spends all day checking if someone left me a nice comment, but hurp, I totally am, and it makes me feel all warm and tingly inside when someone says they like it. I'm glad to have you aboard!

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>>83
You don't have to do that. I don't have to keep reading. Look at it this way, only really good fanfics make me depressed, cry, or sit in front of the screen and giggle!

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Yeah, but I want to make everyone who's a dedicated reader happy. Plus, I'm sure many people agree with your statement and would rather me not spend forever on pointless scenes that don't help the plot. I could be wrong, though, so I'll sleep on it.

But let me say again that I'm a writer for my readers even more than I am for myself (I tend to be more unreliable and finicky and have a short attention span, to boot), and I'm always trying to get better. If any of you guys have an issue with something or a suggestion, just let me know and I'll try to implement it as best as I can.

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I'm not sure how I feel about this one. Staying up until 6 in the mornin (gotta be fresh gotta go downstairs) writing was probably a massive mistake, and then I'll wake up at noon and look over it all and just be so disappoint in self.

But do I care? Not enough! Here's some plot progression.

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Sniper was up on stage, swaying unsteadily as he belted out the words to the song playing on the jukebox. “If I should call you up, invest a dime, and you say you belong to me, and ease my mind,” he croaked softly, as if knowing he SHOULD have been a lot more ashamed of what he was doing, even if he wasn’t. “Imagine how the world could be, so very fine, so happy togetheeer.

Pyro cheered and clapped along gleefully with the tempo as Sniper’s singing grew to a crescendo at the chorus. It even began singing along in its muffled voice with him: “I can’t see me lovin’ nobody but you! For all my life! When you’re with me, baby the skies will be blue! For all my liiife!”

It was now ten days after Scout leaked the information of the RED Intel. Soldier had allowed his team a night celebration after RED’s successful recapture, and they sure as hell were going to use it. Now most of the team (excluding Soldier, who never went out of War-mode, and Spy, who’d become quite the recluse as of late) was jam-packed into the company-provided bar that was built inside of the base itself.

Demoman had provided the booze, Scout had provided the tunes, and everyone was having a great time. Well, all except one.

Engineer was huddled over in a dark corner near the back of the bar, clutching his drink as if it was the last beer on earth. He kneaded his brow, muttering softly that all the loud music and drunken sing-alongs were giving him a headache.

Heavy was sitting beside him, watching Sniper perform as his audience whooped and cheered and sang along. Then, he glanced back at his comrade. Engineer hadn’t quite been the same since Scout’s interrogation, he’d noticed. He seemed tense all the time – as if he were lost in troubling thoughts that plagued his mind constantly. He also disappeared in his workshop for hours at a time. He’d always done that before, but now it was getting to the point where he’d start missing meals.

Heavy had been hoping that this night out would help relax his friend, but he seemed even more distraught than before. It didn’t take much to figure out why.

“You are still thinking about BLU Scout,” the big man rumbled, eyeing Engineer carefully. It wasn’t a question.
Engineer paused, and nodded. “… Yeah. Guess I am,” he muttered back, fiddling with his bottle restlessly.
Heavy sighed. “You are good man. But there is no need for you to feel guilt for leetle Scout. Is our job.”

Engineer clenched his jaw. “You don’t gotta have morals t’know what happened back there was wrong n’ you know it. I’m far from a saint, boy, but… I… Ain’t never…” A shudder.
Heavy shrugged. “Spy just does job like we do. Is not bad.”
Engineer barked a laugh, prompting a startled look from Demo. “Please, Heavy, don’t even try t’defend that scum. Yeah, it was our job to get the locations of the Intel. But he could have stopped there.”

A scowl. “Heavy, I done seen it, alright? With my very own two eyes. I know EXACTLY what he’s been puttin’ that poor soul through, and it’s appalling. Hell, he has the nerve to even PAY me to clean up after his mess, which I do, because if I’M not the one to take care of ‘im, there ain’t a person in the world that WILL! And the damned sunnuva bitch KNOWS it, too!”

The stocky man slammed his fist on the countertop in a barely-contained fit of rage, then rubbed his temples, trying his best to calm down. Demoman sauntered up, scrumpy held tightly in his hand. “Oi, lad, wot’s goin’ on here? Ye alroit, Engineer?”
“Yeah, ‘m fine…” Engineer muttered, glaring at the wall.
Heavy patted his back and looked up at Demoman. “He is not happy. Thinks Spy should leave leetle Scout alone.”
Engineer just grunted, scowling.

RED Scout, getting a slight wind of the conversation, popped in unannounced, a sloppy grin painted all over his face. “Wut? We talkin’ about dat BLU, squealin’ faggit? Man, whadda loser, am I right? Man, if those BLU mudderfuckers captured me, I wouldn’ta told ‘em NOTHIN’. What a frickin’ pansy-ass!”

Engineer looked like he was about to retort, when Demoman cut in, looping his arm drunkenly around Scout’s scrawny body. “Ach, listen to ye! Yeh don’t have the slightest idea of wut happened, an’ yet, here ye are, flappin yer gums like yer damn Superman!”

He jammed the flat end of his bottle into Scout’s skinny chest, grinning. “Anyways… Seems loik Snoipah’s dun wit ‘is caterwaulin’. How’s aboot we show ‘im how REAL men sing sappeh love songs?”
“YEAH!” Scout laughed, stumbling over to the stage with a mug of bubbly, amber liquid in his mug. Demo followed suit, taking a swig from the old Scrumpy bottle.

Heavy watched with more confusion than amusement as Scout fell over himself, spilling a great quantity of his drink, and exclaiming, “I’M SO DRUNK!”
He turned to Engineer. “I thought you replaced Scout’s drink with sparkling white grape juice.”
Engineer allowed himself a small smile at this. “I did.”
What they didn’t know was the Demoman had been topping the boy off all night.

Engineer sighed and leaned back for a moment, and pretended for a moment that the forgotten reminded of the ugliest side of mankind currently chained up in the cellar simply did not exist. That he was enjoying a night of drinking with his friends and comrades and that he’d never seen the horrifying images that haunted his dreams.

He let himself believe, just for a moment, that things would go back to normal.

Music sprang from the jukebox and filled the tiny bar with a light, upbeat tune. Demoman went first with a slightly off-key, “Listen, baby! Ain’t no mountain high, ain’t no valley low, ain’t river wide enough, baby!”
Scout cut in with a blissful, high-pitched, “If ya need me call me! No matter where ya are! No matter how far!”

He did a little jig in place, careful not to lose his balance and topple over, continuing, “Just call my name! I’ll be there in a hurry! Ya don’t have ta worry!”
Demo joined in, slinging an arm over Scout’s shoulder. “Cause, baby, there—”

The entire bar joined in, gleefully ignoring any call for tone quality or pitch or the right notes, or, hell, sometimes even the right words. “AIN’T NO MOUNTAIN HIGH ENOUGH! AIN’T NO VALLEY LOW ENOUGH! AIN’T NO RIVER WIDE ENOUGH! To keep me from getting to you, babe!”

Engineer was grinning. He was actually grinning for a split second as he saw Scout’s drunken, carefree smile. But the moment didn’t last long. He was immediately reminded of the beaten, broken, bloodied face of the boy’s counterpart, and he felt guilty for ever enjoying himself, even for a moment, while that boy was left alone, in unimaginable amounts of pain, and abandoned in the dark.

Heavy blinked and watched as the man wordlessly rose to his feet. “Engineer—”
A pause, then a tired, “Yeah?”
Heavy gave him a stern look. “Do not do anything stupid. BLU Scout is not our problem. Stay away – Spy vill get in trouble, not you.”

Engineer didn’t reply as he left the boisterous bar.

There wouldn’t be any time for pretending anymore. Things had changed, possibly for good, and he had work to do.

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DEMOMAN, HOW U TALK.

Also, I've been wanting to have Scout and Demo singing Motown for the longest you guys - you don't even know.

Fun fact! Sniper was originally going to sing "Let's Spend the Night Together" by the Rolling Stones. But I wanted something instantly recognizable, so eh.

TIRED. I DO BED NOW.

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TF2 and karaoke night. You have combined my two most favourite things in the world. Thank you.

I really love how you added more dimension to Engy. Was afraid this fic'd be all 'well Scout is a whore now, the end'. Glad to see there's someone on this side that feels remorse. Can't wait to see where it leads.

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my heart swells for engie right now. i really hope that work to do is how to get scout out! i sense this is turning into a scout/engie story and i hope for that! this was another great installment, cant wait for the next one!

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Goddamn this is so good, I am floored by the characterization. Keep it up!

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IS ENGINEER GOING TO BUILD A ROBOT LEG REPLACEMENT FOR SCOUT. BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE SWEET.

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Aww I was disappointed in engi until this point! Good to know SOMEONE there has a soul. I know if I was on RED team I would have had a fit about needless abuse.

>>90
I was gonna suggest that with the blu engi, but yeah red engi could too! Plus it's a good experiment.

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Oh yay! I'm so glad there's some redemption to be found in RED team.. I'm proud of you, Engie. You do what needs to be done!

Anyway, great update. Can't wait for more. I really like how portray the characters. Keep it up!

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I get the feeling that RED Scout has no idea just what RED Spy is doing/has done to BLU Scout, and that if he did know, he wouldn't be so quick to gloat.

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Wow, you gaiz, WOW. I leave for a day, and I come back to all these lovely comments. You make my e-penis feel so happy and tingly. You really do. I AM YOUR FAG FOREVER.

Iz: It needed to be done. Assuming it hasn't been done before. Which is doubtful. Also, I kind of wanted Engie it be a surprise main character. I think it worked, but I could have done it with a little more grace. Eh. Whatevs.

Rudy: Thanks! I will try not to disappoint!

RayJ: You flatter me. I'm glad you've enjoyed it so far!

#90: Mehbeh.

Chess: Well, he figured Spy was just doing what he did best at first - getting information from an unwilling participant. But the job's done now, and Spy's just being a sadistic fuck. Engie does not approve, and he'll be damned if he sits there and lets it just happen.

#92: ... And live up to his family name and face full life consequences?

#93: You would be right. No one on RED really knows what happened \ is happening to BLU Scout except Spy and Engie, really. Heavy and Demoman kind of ahve a faint idea because they're bros with Engie, and he keeps making dark hints at it, but he never expressly tells them just HOW bad it is because it disgusts him more than words can portray. And even then, it's kind of one of those things you'd have to see to believe. They'd probably be like, "Wait... Spy did WHAT?!" But I'm ranting. More on that next time.

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>>94

Yeah, torture is all business to Heavy, but he's not the kind of guy who'd normally be okay with non-business-related torture. At the very least, he'd have something to say about it.

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Personally, I don't think so. I see Heavy as a very "Not my business, not my problem" sort of guy. Yeah, he probably disapproves, but it's not like he's going to say anything.

I don't see Heavy as a good guy, really. Not a bad guy, but he's very good at ignoring things that make him uncomfortable but aren't directly related to him. He's just pretty neutral about everything. Get what I'm saying? I feel like I lost everyone ever just now.

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>>96
Just so you know, I totally get what you're saying hah. And I think that's pretty much spot on, IHMO. I feel like he's kinda like "Welp, I'm here and I just do my job."

But hey, I'm more concerned about what's gonna happen with Scoot and Engie, not about Heavy!

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Yeah, that's EXACTLY how Heavy is to me. Just there to do his job, which also tends to be his hobby, which is to mow people over with a horrible, horrible wave of bullets boolit. Anything outside of his job, he just couldn't give a tater tot about. (wat)

And, yes! Scooterz and Engie! The characters that are actually front and center! Makes sense for that to be what you're most concerned with. I just like over-thinking minor characters and why they do wat they do because I'm a total fag 4evr. Oh well - I love it.

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Alright, you guys. Stop being happy. Stop it right now. Forever.

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Scout coughed feebly as the man towering over him gave a satisfied sigh and zipped up his trousers. Spy hummed and leaned casually against the wall and lit up another cigarette. He’d come down here for a celebration of his own.

The stupid boy had done well, he decided, blowing a few smoke rings. The least he could do was let him get off with just a simple blowjob for tonight. He could continue his various experiments later – besides, Scout had become quite good at giving head. Anything to avoid the alternative.

He flicked his cigarette away casually, and began making his way to the stairs again, not even throwing his living sex-toy a backwards glance.

“You’re… not going to kill me…?”

The soft, raspy voice made Spy stop in his tracks. This time, he did turn around and give Scout a searching stare.

He was barely the same person he’d interrogated just over a week ago. His entire body had atrophied, making his face was much more gaunt and his ribs start to show. The color of his skin was now pale and slightly grayed, and there were dark, haggard circles under his eyes. His cheek was swollen from where Spy had attempted to pull his tooth, his lips were dry and cracked, and his hair was now a completely matted, tangled mess. It was even falling out in some places.

The most change, however, was seen in the boy’s eyes. They used to shine with a vivacious icy blue that just barely succeed in containing the energetic spirit bursting from within.

Now, they were a dull, grey color similar to that of an overcast day. They were tired. Defeated. The eyes of an old man on his death bed. And yet, there was a faint glimmer of hope as he awaited the answer to his inquiry.

That’s when Spy felt an odd whisper of an emotion flit through his chest. One he was quite sure he’d rid himself of many years ago.

Guilt.

He’d done this. Somehow, he’d broken the boy – demolished him from the ground up, made him truly fear and agonize for the first time, and had brought him to the point where death was seen as the only, merciful release.

There was a pause. He could still redeem himself. Grant the boy his wish, and give him a quick, merciful death. Maybe even provide Scout with a proper burial, and forget all the wretched deeds he’d had committed in this horrid chamber.

He mused over this for a moment.

“No. I’m sorry, but… I’m not allowed. Soldier orders me to keep you alive until he gives word otherwise. For tactical purposes, of course.”

It was all true. But he knew Scout knew the real reason. The dim flicker of hope vanished from within the boy’s eyes. Spy couldn’t remember anyone ever looking so forlorn.

“Oh. Oh…” he murmured gaze dropping to the grimy floor. “… Oh…”

Spy left, closing and bolting the door behind him, locking the boy in total darkness once more.

He wondered if there was any champagne left over at the party.

100 .

Oh, Scout. You poor soul. At first when I started reading I was like, "Stop being happy? Haha! But this story is updated!~" and then I read it.. and now it's just.. aww.
Spy you bastard. You were human for like a second. Then it just.. agh you sick freak. C'mon Engie, hurry up and save Scoot!

Seriously though, I can't wait for another update. I love reading your stuff.

101 .

Oh man...my heart broke when i read this. i really hope your setting us up for a big "yay!" soon. poor scout...dose spy just keep him chained up naked down there or something? i hope engie helps his injured mouth...every time i think about that i think INFECTION! i come from a family of dentists and infection of the mouth is incredibly painful and can kill pretty quickly if not treated.

still, so happy you updated so quickly! you are truly a writer for the fans. never stop, cant wait to see where this goes!

102 .

Well damn, now I'm hooked! Lurker fag will wait for another sadistic update.

103 .

#100: Wow, 100 already! I'm so honored! Anyways, yeah, this will not be apparent during the entire fic, but I wanted to show that... Yeah, Spy is still a person. A horrible, horrible person, but he still does have a conscience. He just chooses to ignore it because doing good never did anything good for him, ever. However, doing bad has gotten him more than he ever could have dreamed. He likes to think he's a very refined gentleman, who just happens to kill for a living, but his way of thinking boils down to, "If you want something, take it." He just so happens to want a fucktoy.

Rudy: Chained up, yeah. Naked... Probably, but I like to think Spy at least lets him keep his boxers. BECAUSE HE'S A GODDAMN GENTLEMAN. Probably. And thanks for the compliment, but you guys have it ridiculously lucky. I'm coming out of a huge writer's funk that lasted months for a time. I think finding a new fandom has done wonders for my inspiration - especially when you're surrounded by all the many talented writers that I am! It's incredibly refreshing, and I feel honored to be a part of it all!
And I'm frickin' PUMPED that your family is made of dentists. I've been needing to consult a person about all of this dental crap for a while now. We should totally hit each other up sometime - I could benefit from talking with you.

#102: Thank you for dropping by and leaving a message! Means a lot! I'll try to do something ASAP.

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Well, you should certainly be happy with this chapter. Just saying. I think it turned out well.
I'm glad you went back in time and sort of established a setting for how things have been working between Engie and Scout. And I LOVE Scout's personality. It's .. well it really works for the story.
And gah. I feel so bad for Scoot. I just wanna give him a big hug and something warm and delicious to eat! Perhaps Engie will do something like that for me soon enough.

106 .

Holieee shit. I am both repulsed and fascinated at what you"ll cook up next. This is very well done. Though I wonder if Scout could still talk properly immediately following his tooth removal. I imagine his words would continue to be impaired for at least a week longer. Anyways, go Engie! I hope he succeeds in doing what's right. Damn Spy, ugh.

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#105: Thanks, really! I'm glad you guys like Scout's personality - it's a little tough pinning it down at times, but he's really a character close to my heart. Keep watching for the next installment - things are going to kick into high gear soon!

#106: Ya know, you're right. I don't think I'll nuke it this time, but I'll change it on my computer and before I upload it to my DA account. See you guys another tiiime!~

108 .

I like where you've taken this story, and I look forward to what you have to offer next.

109 .

Oh man, pleas hurry for the next part, this story is so captivating!

110 .

God damn it, self. Start proofing more.

I wasn't going to nuke this one - I really wasn't. But I started glancing through it again, and there were so many irking mistakes that I couldn't stand it anymore. So here ya go, guys.

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The following morning, Engineer went to check up on Scout, as always. The boy didn’t even look at him as Engineer snapped on a pair of latex gloves and slid his hips on top of a bedpan. He pulled down the boy’s boxers with an awkward, muttered apology and left the cellar to give the poor kid some privacy. He retrieved it after a short while, washed it out, gave Scout a quick, modest sponge bath, and left again to retrieve Scout’s breakfast.

The first few days were hard. Scout used to try to talk to him, then. He would sob and plead to be released. Try to appeal to the better side of Engineer’s nature. Would cling desperately to his every visit, would hail the man as a savior, and eventually even broke down to the point where he’d tearfully admit everything Spy was doing to him, unaware that Engineer already knew for the most part.

Engineer, though, never spoke. He acted as if he didn’t even listen. What else was he going to do? He couldn’t save the kid. Not now, not ever. Removing himself from the entire, ugly reality of what was happening in his very own base was the only way to keep himself sane.

A smarter man wouldn’t have taken the job to play nurse for Scout in the first place. But Engineer would be damned if he ever trusted Spy to care enough for human life to treat his victim after his ugly encounters. It was just something that would never happen. Scout was his burden now.

Engineer poured some gruel into an empty bowl, brow furrowed in agitation. He couldn’t help remembering the last time Scout had spoken to him. It’d been after a few days of Engineer coming twice daily to clean and care for him.

The first few minutes went as always. Scout was painfully admitting what had transposed the night before, as if the bruises didn’t speak for themselves. Engineer was trying desperately to tune him out, when it happened.

“Ya dun eefen care, do ya?”

Engineer wondered how silence could be so deafening. He’d only been able to stare at Scout, stunned at the soft, quivering accusation. Scout glared up into his eyes with his lip trembling and fresh tears streaming down his broken face.

“Why do ya eefen come he’ah?”

There was no way to respond to that. Engineer couldn’t respond with something like, “Because Spy pays me to,” but what else would he say? He wanted to say something else like, “Because I DO care!” but if he really did, he would have stopped being so selfish and broken the kid out earlier.

There had been a long, awkward silence as Scout stared resolutely into Engineer’s eyes while the man opened and closed his mouth dumbly like a freshly caught bass. Eventually, Scout gave up and lowered his eyes to the floor again. End of conversation.

Engineer’s mind flickered back to present day. He stared down at the strange, warm, mushy mixture in his bowl as he made his way back to the cellar. Spy had been specific when he told Engineer what to feed Scout.

“Rice and corn. You can grind them together while dry, then put them to boil. Or you can cook the rice and mash canned corn into it until you get a uniform consistency. It doesn’t matter which. It will be just enough to keep his body going, and his mind weak.”

He’d wanted to sprinkle a bit of salt into the mixture, but he couldn’t. Not yet. Spy could still be watching him. He had to play his cards right.

He was standing in front of Scout now, food and spoon in hand. He kneeled by the silent captive’s side, and offered a spoonful of the gruel. To his surprise, Scout didn’t move. He didn’t even acknowledge the presence of food.

This made Engineer feel uncomfortable. He cleared his throat awkwardly and tried again to spoon-feed the boy, but Scout just looked away from it quietly.

Usually, Scout would be so hungry, he’d be wolfing the stuff down by then. Engineer panicked and began checking the boy’s forehead incase he had a fever, then checked his pulse and both of his main injuries. His mouth was still swelling up like crazy – maybe that could have been what it was? Somehow Engineer doubted it. He was sure Scout’s mouth had been hurting plenty for the last few days, but he’d still been eating fine.

A few uncomfortable minutes ticked by, Scout silently staring at the wall and Engineer nervously wringing his hands and hoping Scout would change his mind and eat. Eventually, he rose to his feet and began making his way back to the stairs, deeply troubled.

“Wait.”

Engineer stopped, shocked at the voice that should have been Scout’s but was indisputably not. It sounded like dead leaves being blown across pavement. He turned around. Scout was looking up at him. Eyes wide. Suddenly lucid. Pleading. Frightened and vulnerable.

“Dun leafe… Nah yet… Please…”

Engineer fumbled around, uncomfortable with the anxious silence. Finally, he settled for an, “I’ll… be back.” A pause. “Promise.”

He left regrettably, but quickly. He could feel Scout’s eyes on him all the way back to the door.

He couldn’t. Not yet. But he would be back. That afternoon, of course, for Scout’s second feeding, but that wasn’t what he meant.

Scout, not knowing the stocky older man had meant anything different, slumped against the wall, too exhausted to even cry anymore.

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Also, you guys, check it out! I have a spiffy new email account now, so if you wanna get in contact with me, there ya go. The other one I slapped on my first post on accident was one I made in, like, middle school and is long dead now. So if you want to get in contact with me, my new account is the one to go to. Thanks for your support, everyone, and I'll see you later!

111 .

Tiny, tiny, tiny.

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It didn’t take Engineer long to figure out something was wrong.

Scout was shivering, head tilted downwards when he entered the next day. Not from terror. Not because he was crying. He’d never done that before.

Drawing closer, Engineer noticed that the boy’s lips and fingers were blue. He also seemed to be asleep. He never slept, really. It was damp, cold, and he was forced to be upright, sitting on ridged cement in an uncomfortable position all day. Sleep was hard to come by.

A surge of panic hit engineer. He felt the kid’s forehead, only to shudder at how cold and clammy his skin felt.

Engineer bit his lip, pausing for a second, then violently shook his head with a curse. “Oh, ta hell with this…” he muttered, retrieved the key stashed away in his pocket.

His hands were shaking as he undid the heavy chains binding the boy. Every breath became raspy and labored. A bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck. He wasn’t completely ready yet. But Scout couldn’t wait for it to be perfect. Something was wrong. He had to help now.

He caught the skinny, shriveled form in his arms, high-tailed it back to his room, and locked the door.

112 .

Tiny update is CREDIT TO TEAM.

Oh, God, seriously. Audible gasp of joy, here. I'm so excited to see what happens next. Engie, you're such a good man! I am ecstatic.

Refined, you have me hanging on each and every one of your words.

113 .

A small update but one non the less! and it was just as brilliant and teasing as always! hopefully a bigger update to satisfy us or just be an even bigger tease!

114 .

Go engi go!

115 .

Ohgodohgodohgod Poor Scout! Engie's like, bloody Superman to me right now. Love him to bits, and I hope he kicks Spy's ass later on somewhere.

116 .

Yanno, I'm actually pretty curious as to why people seem to think Engineer is such a good person, really. Yes, he's helping Scout now, but he kinda took his time getting there, and he WAS taking money from Spy to clean up after him. At this point, I'm not sure if it's him being a good person, or simply being... well, human. Just a thought.

Thanks for the comments, you guys. I'm glad you're enjoying. I really am.

117 .

>>116
Well at he's doing SOMETHING. He's better than Spy at least. He's conflicted.

118 .

True, but I think most people would have not only done something, but they would have done it a lot sooner. Assuming that they couldn't just ignore the fact that anything is happening at all like Heavy. Which Engineer feels he can't.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that Engie really isn't that great of a human being. He's just good compared to someone like Spy.

I'm not blaming you guys for not really thinking this - I feel like it's my own fault for not getting it across correctly. But, eh. It's hard doing something like this where the character is to be as neutral as possible, yet still be appealing to the reader. I'd rather have him be appealing and less neutral than to be neutral and less appealing.

And, after all, we've JUST started having a look into his personality. We've still got a loooot of character development to get through. Hehhehheh...

119 .

>>116

No, you're right; he's doing the RIGHT thing, which is what he should be doing, as a human. But consider that he's actually putting his neck on the line for Scout by doing this. I think that probably counts for something.

120 .

Very true, Anon. Very true. Like I said, I wanted him to come off as... Well, not a BAD guy, but definitely not the epitome of goodness, either. Didn't quite work, at least not thus far, but this fic is a great experiment for creating real complex characters. I can't wait to see where it takes me.

121 .

>>118

When you consider that Engineer is being torn between his duty to his team and being labelled as a traitor to do what is right as a human being, I'd say that the fact that he did what was right is a bigger deal than you are taking it as. He's putting his own neck on the line here when he could simply keep doing what Spy pays him to do, but he has decided that he can no longer do that with a clear conscious.

It's quite common that enemies will dehumanize the other side in order to justify what they do to them, and prisoners are often considered even lower because they didn't have the dignity to just die when they should have, and for crumbling under torture.

I have to say I'm rather enjoying this, and am looking forward to seeing what comes next.

122 .

Yeah, maybe I am thinking this is less of a deal than it really is. I tend to do that with my own works, but I don't know why. Maybe because I know my own way of thinking, and I'm a hugely moral person, so it's easy for me to think, "I'd do <bluh> right away, no matter what the cost!" Not to mention I'm thinking ahead to the later stuff the story contains, so I know pretty much how it all works out, and I'm thinking to myself Engie could have easily ended it a lot sooner.

But when you come down to it, I think Engie's responses to everything are incredibly real and what most people would do when faced with the situation. Funny how I could write something like this without even realizing it.

Wow, self. Stop ranting.

123 .

Yeah I probably would have done something a lot sooner. Course people like spy piss me off and I'm kind of a soft heart. If I were a mercenary I'd like to think I'd still have enough morals to help, maybe kill spy if I can. Or he'll just do it again.

124 .

Yeah, Chess. I tried to keep in mind that he's a mercenary, and thus someone who mainly concerned with doing whatever benefits THEM. Even if he'd still got some morals left over from growing up good ol' Texas. That's why he waited so long - because he knew it was crazy. But eventually, it was just driving him crazy, so he didn't care anymore.

Also, Chess, it's great to see you're back with us!

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Engineer could never thank RED Co. enough for providing each bedroom with a bathroom suite. A few quick sponge baths couldn’t fix a layer of dirt caked up all around the kid like a filthy exoskeleton. He had to get him clean – maybe then, the problem would be easier to fix. Cradling Scout in his arms as he sat on the edge of the tub, he began running the bath water.

Truth be told, out of all of his eleven PhDs, the medical sciences wasn’t one of them. Oh, sure – he’d started out in college, seeking a medical degree, but he soon found it boring and not quite for him. He managed to get a bachelor’s degree out of it, but never pursued it any further, opting to look into mechanics and engineering instead. The rest was history.

He had to admit, though – his years studying medicine DID benefit him – he probably wouldn’t be able to build something like dispensers otherwise. But he never thought he’d see the day that what he’d studied all those years ago would serve much more help outside of the battlefield other than patching up minor scrapes and bruises.

Finally, the water was the right temperature – Engineer hoped it’d be enough to raise his body temperature, too. He glanced back down at Scout, and was shocked to see that the boy’s eyes were open. He was staring straight up at Engineer, though he didn’t move or speak.

Engineer swallowed thickly, hating to have to look into those dead eyes. “H…Hey there, Scout… Uh…” He glanced around anxiously. “This is th’RED Engineer. I think ya might be very sick. I’m gonna give you a quick bath and see if that don’t clear somethin’ up for us. So, uh…” He cleared his throat, not expecting this to be quite as awkward as it was. “I’m gonna have t’take off yer boxers, okay? I WON’T hurt ya – I promise.”

Scout didn’t respond.
Engineer squirmed again. “Is that… okay with you? Say somethin’ if it’s not okay.”
Still no response. Engineer wasn’t even sure if Scout heard him.
“… Well… Alright. I’m takin’ ‘em off now. If you want me to stop just say somethin’, and I’ll stop, alright?”

Engineer undressed the boy, keeping a sharp eye out for any signs of distress, but Scout might as well had been unconscious. His eyeballs kept rolling around the sockets restlessly, as if he were trying to find something not of the realm of men. It gave Engineer all sorts of the creeps.

Within moments after Engineer submerged the boy and started to scrub at Scout’s exposed skin, the water was clouded with filth and dirt almost to the point where Engineer couldn’t see more than a few centimeters under the surface. Engineer thought about maybe letting the filthy water drain out and running a clean bath. Ultimately, he decided not to, fearing that Scout’s body temperature would drop even more.

He found he couldn’t save the kid’s hair. It was too far gone, caked with dirt and weeks-old blood. It looked more like a rat-nest than a head of hair. Engineer thought of RED Scout and how much he obsessed over keeping his hair tidy. He wondered if all Scouts were that vain.

The man shook his head, bringing himself back to the present. He cut the worst of the hair crudely with a pair of scissors, thinking to himself that he could always give the boy a real haircut later.

All the while he worked, he was careful to keep Scout’s worst injury – the boy’s wounded leg – out of the filthy water. He’d bandaged it and cleaned it a few times since Spy shot his kneecaps out, but he didn’t want to risk it getting infected. Assuming it wasn’t already infect and the problem behind Scout’s turn for the worse. He’d have to take a look later.

By this time, Scout had drifted off again. Engineer wasn’t sure if he preferred him being asleep and awake. Throughout the routine, the kid would make all sorts of awful noises, as if he was forced to relive his torment over and over again in his dreams. They were like a combination of a tiny moan crossed with a helpless whimper emitted from within his bony chest. Engineer didn’t notice the noises at first, but as soon as he did, he knew he wouldn’t ever be able to rid his mind of them.

The filthy water drained out with a sickening gurgling sound. Engineer sprayed Scout with a quick, warm blast from the shower to make sure he was completely clean, then wrapped him up in a huge, soft towel. The company had ordered several “one size fits all” towels. Meaning “one size fits Heavy”. As small as Scout was, it could have doubled as a blanket.

Engineer gave the kid a pair of his own boxers – a little too big, but better than nothing – and carried Scout into his closet. He hoped – prayed – that this would work. For Scout’s sake and for his.

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Just once, I'd like to be able to write something like, "Engineer gave Scout a bath, then carried him to his closet". That's what this was supposed to be. A paragraph or two. Wat.

Anyways, I might have to hold off on updates for a while. My mom needs my computer since hers is dying, and who am I to say no when she bought this one for me? So until the school system gives her a replacement, it's goodbye for, like, ever. I'll miss you guys! I hope we get a new one soon!

126 .

Well, geez, I hope you get a new one soon, too!

Great update. At least now I can somewhat relax since Scout's.. well he's out of Spy's clutches. Great update. For some reason I always find one person grooming another very endearing. Awwn~

Ahh I lol'd at the one size fits all thing. Haha! Anyway... Can't wait for more, darlin'. Hope your mum can get herself a new computer soon!

127 .

is credit to team
hnnnggg, keep the updates coming, can't wait!

128 .

I love Engie. Just sayin'. I really hope his efforts to save Scout aren't completely in vain. Not even sure if the poor kid's really in there anymore.
I can't wait for more. Especially the inevitable part where Spy finds out his little plaything is missing.

129 .

Oh man, i hope you come back soon to continue! or maybe just do one reaaallly large update when you do! we will miss you too! come back soon!

130 .

WHY HAVE I NOT READ THIS BEFORE?!
Goddamn, it has everything I ever wanted!
Scout torture, Spy being a complete monster, Engie having a redeeming heel face turn and comforting the poor kid, it's got it all!
Many apologies for blowing this off as another Spy/Scout slash fic. Can't wait to see what happens next!

131 .

Hey, guys! I got my computer back a LOT faster than I thought I would (mom was convinced that her piece-of-crap computer still wasn't as crappy as my piece-of-crap computer, which is as depressing as it is funny), so yay! Thanks for all your concern.

But I still won't be updating for a long while. I just had my wisdom teeth removed surgically yesterday (I know - the irony doesn't escape me, either). I'd probably still be able to write if it weren't for the pain pills. These things are incredible, but they don't do much for my... um... articulation or something. On the bright side, I don't think I've slept this well since I was eight.

I just wanted to give you guys an update. I'll try to respond to your comments now, too:


#126: I think people grooming each other is cute, too. Especially when it's not sexual. I mean, when it IS sexual, that's fine n' dandy with me, too, but there's just something sweet and innocent about picturing an older, middle-aged man washing someone who could be seen as his son or something. Wow, this is starting to sound confusing.

#127: I'll try, but you'll have to wait a while. Not only am I going to be held up because I'm recovering, but the next chapter is gonna be hard for me to write, as well. Not because there's anything inherently difficult about it, but because I have to really... um... make everything solid. I have to... solidify everything - including what's wrong with Scout, and that's going to be tough - choosing what to do and what not to do.

Iz: I can't wait for Spy to find out, either. Mmmm, that scene will be GLORIOUS to write.

Rudy: Really? Would you like one HUGE update that'll take a while or a few shorter ones I could get out quickly? I'm honestly not sure, and I'd like to hear from you guys, since I kind of alternate between the two.

#130: Ha, don't worry about it! I've got nothing against Spy/Scout slash fics, but this one honestly wasn't meant to be one under any condition. It's not a story about sex, but, rather, a story that just happens to have sex IN it. There might be a little more sex later on (no promises), but for the most part, you guys will have to live off of plot from my deranged, twisted mind.

Wow, that took a lot of effort. I'm going back to sleep you guuuys. I'm so tired, I'm going cross-eyed. While I would like to write a story on one of my drug-highs, I just don't see how that'ever going to happen with me feeling all dizzy and tired all the time, lol. See you guys later.

132 .

I must admit, this is by far one of the best fan fictions I have seen. I'm used to having people talk about cheesy and awkward use of "interactions" from what I've read, but you excellently stray away from it. I must say that this story is incredibly compelling, and I don't often feel pity for characters.

Normally, being a straight guy, I tend to stray away from stories/books that involve explicit gay content, but there isn't any here. The few parts where it occurs doesn't have it explicitly described, like a story written by a 16 year old slash author, but it just puts the idea in your head, while continuing with the story.

Keep up the good work. I eagerly await new content, whenever it comes.

133 .

Glad to see you popped in on us! to be fair, im happy with what ever is given to us but it always feels like such a tease! least that's why i think. Bummer bout your teeth mate, i had mine out last December and it took me a full 3 weeks before the swelling was completely gone. I remember the pain pills they gave me too...fricking fantastic stuff! but no, dose not help with writing at all.

Feel better soon, we will see ya when we see ya!

134 .

#132: Your comment seriously makes me the happiest person in the world. While I still don't consider myself the best writer in the world - or even on the Chan - it means a lot that you think that I am, and for that, I thank you. People like you give me the drive and the determination to continue. Thank you again.

Rudy: Okay. Well, I'll keep with my normal, poor judgement when deciding the length for installments. It'll vary widely, but at least it'll be what I'm comfortable with.

So I thought I'd give you guys an update on what's happening so far. I'm off my pain meds a little early since I didn't think I really needed to have such strong stuff anymore and I didn't want to get addicted to it (addiction runs in the family, and I'd rather just avoid that.) So I'm lucid again.

I started writing again pretty strong a few days ago, getting about... Iunno. 60-75% of the next installment done. But then I looked back, and I was all, "... Eugh. This is terrible." So I nuked it all and decided to start again at square one.

So the next chapter will be even later than I thought, but, trust me, it'll be worth it, and I'm sure it'll be more interesting in the long run for it.

135 .

Your tantalizing non-update saddens me. How dare you.

I wait with baited breath for the next installment.

136 .

I-I'm sorry, Ginger, but the PEOPLE HAD A RIGHT TO KNOW! Here - to make it up for you.
This was written up much faster than expected in a sleepless writing binge. Man, you guys, this was so fun to write, I don't even know where to begin.

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Knocking came at the door.

“Yes, yes. I am coming, hold on…” the man grumbled, feeling his way over to the door in the dark. He swung it open, bleary-eyed and a little annoyed. Then, surprise crossed his face. “… Engineer?”

The short, bald Texan grinned nervously, wringing his hat in his hands. “Yeah, it’s me. Sorry – did I wake ya?”
Yes,” came the passive, yet venomous response, “but it is no matter. Come in and sit down.” The man’s voice was now as pleasant and nonchalant as always. With a small smile, he stepped aside, and motioned the Texan inside.

Engineer’s grin widened out of fear and general discomfort. “Uh… Yeah. Thanks, Doc, but I don’t plan on staying long.”
Nonsense, I inzist,” the German pressed.

Engineer didn’t know whether to take that as Medic just being overly friendly a subtle threat, but either way, he wasn’t going to get anywhere by refusing. “Welp…” A tiny gulp. “I… I guess I could spare a few minutes…”
“Excellent,” Medic chuckled as the jittery Texan stepped inside. The door swung shut behind them.

“So.” The tall German sat on his bed and crossed his legs, somehow managing to look as regal as always, even with just a dark red robe on, a pair of slippers, and a particularly bad case bed hair. He made a bridge with his long fingers, raising one eyebrow. “Vat is it that I can do for you, my friend?”

Engineer fiddled with his hat a little more, shifting his weight from foot to foot, eyes glancing around. He didn’t like having to be alone with Medic in his dark, unlit bedroom with the door shut. It smelled like a bad fanfic just waiting to happen.

“Um… Nothin’ much, Doc – I’m sorry to have even bothered ya this early—”
“Sit,” Medic interrupted.
Engineer paused. “Pardon?”
Medic nodded meaningfully at the sturdy chair behind the stout Texan. “Sit.”
“O-Oh. There’s no need for that, really – thank you – but this shouldn’t take more than a—”
Sit.

Engineer sat.

“Well, uh… Anyways, Doc, I was wonderin’ if I could borrow the key to your lab for a bit.”
Medic’s eyebrows raised slightly. “Oh?”
“Y-Yeah. I need ta borrow some of your older medical equipment an’ the likes. Been working on some designs for a Level Four sentry before that no-good, cow-pie lickin’ sunnuva bitch from BLU beats me to it. Heh…”

It was a sound excuse. Engineer had borrowed old equipment from Medic before in order to get his dispensers up to date with his foe’s. It wasn’t surprising that he’d try to get ahead of the curve by building his own upgraded dispenser before the enemy.

“Ah, yes. Good zhinking as alvays, my friend. I shall accompany you.” The German rose to his feet once more to retrieve the key from his desk drawer.
“Uh—that won’t be necessary, pardner – you should get summore sleep and rest up – I already know where the lab is, anyway, and—”

Medic gave a good-natured smile. “Oh no – it’s no problem! I could use zee valk, and since I’m already avake, anyvay, because SOMEVUN couldn’t POSSIBLY vait until a reasonable hour to make his request…” Engineer winced as Medic’s voice dropped into that throaty, semi-threatening tone once more, only for him to go back to his usual, chipper attitude. “I might as vell.”

“Oh… Well… Okay, Doc. If’n yer sure…”
“I’m sure.”

The two left the room with Medic taking long, decisive strides towards his destination and Engineer straggling behind nervously, glancing behind his shoulder every once in a while.

“So, how have things been viz you, mein hard-hatted friend?” Medic asked with a smile, trying to make light conversation.
“Oh… ‘Bout the same, more or less…”
“Really? I haven’t been seeing you much lately. I vas… vorried zhat you might have fallen ill.”
“Oh no! No, no, doc, heh… I’m fine. Just been… Busy tryin’ to get my Level Fours up n’ ready, heh heh…”
“Ah, yes. I suppose zhat makes sense.”

There was a pause in their conversation. Engineer was just starting to thank himself that it was over when Medic continued, “Vun more zhing.”
“Huh? What is it, Doc?”
Medic pursed his lips thoughtfully. “It is about zhat… BLU Scout. Zee vun zhat vas questioned.”

Engineer’s blood froze. He swallowed thickly. “Y…Yeah…? What about ‘im?”
Medic paused. “Haff you any idea of his whereabouts, Engineer?”

How the hell could he have found out so fast?! Was Spy tracking me this entire time?! Oh, fuck, I knew this was a bad idea from the start!

Engineer was just about to argue his reasons for taking the kid, when Medic continued, “I didn’t even get to see him zee entire time he was here! In fact, I didn’t know of his existence until zee party a few days ago! So many opportunities lost!” He clenched his fists with bitter frustration.

Engineer exhaled slowly, heart thumping in his chest. “Yeah, well… I’m sure Solly had his reasons for not gettin’ you involved, Medic. Don’t fret ‘bout it.”
“Auch…” Medic sighed, face set in a stern pout. “No vun evah tells me anyzhing… I don’t know vhy I even bozzer…”

Medic continued grumbling all the way to the lab. He unlocked the door and motioned inside. “Go ahead and take everyzhing you need zhat is marked as no longer for use on zee battlefield. I am going to get some breakfast before Scout eats everyzhing in zee fridge AGAIN. Here is zee key – I entrust you to lock up ven you are done and to return it to its proper place.”

Engineer nodded. “Y’kin count on me, Doc.”
“Good.” Medic smiled, giving his shoulder a friendly pat. “I know I can. Goodbye, Herr Engineer.”

Medic left. Engineer exhaled deeply, looking around the expansive lab at all the possibilities now within his grasp.

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I flailed with joy. Half-expected Medic to get involved and help out, but I'm glad he's kept in-character with his creepy 'I like poking people's organs' kind of persona. I felt a little bad for him. He just wanted to get involved.

Can't wait to see more.

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Yay a update! i enjoyed it but probably not as much as others...this one felt a little phoned in. its a nice little side snippet tho! i half expected that medic to be the Spy!

139 .

Similarly to Iz, I half-expected (and actually half-hoped) for Medic to get involved. Oh well. I commend you on having his pleasantly maniacal and psychopathic demeanor nailed most excellently, though! Your portrayal of the good doctor makes me just as giddy as him having a greater part in the goings-on in the fic would.

Can't offer much in terms of criticism, being far from an accustomed writer myself and having only read the repeatedly nuked, corrected and presumably the best versions of each chapter. All I can is I'm enjoying it a lot so far and looking forward to the next update.

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It smelled like a bad fanfic just waiting to happen.
I laughed. Well done.

141 .

139 here, forgot entirely to mention the sentence Ginger quoted. I actually stopped to stare at it for half a minute before bursting into laughter. So utterly out of place, yet so genius. Well done, indeed.

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My day....
It has been made.

143 .

Oh, oh yes. This is fantastic. You never fail to capture my interest and hold it through the whole section! Your Medic is brilliant, too. His personality just seemed spot on. Usually I can't picture writing in my head very well, but Medic was so ... Vivid! I could totally see him doing and saying all of that. Great job. Keep it up, my friend.

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Iz: Thanks for always being one of the first to comment! Originally, Medic was just going to be one of those characters always referred to, but never shown in the story. However, as the story went on, I found I couldn't resist shoehorning him in there, just for kicks. But, as for now, no Medic will not be a part of the main cast - not unlike Demoman or even Heavy.

Rudy: I'm sorry to hear you think this is phoned-in, but I did have a specific reasons behind making this chapter. The obvious one being that I need to explain a realistic way Engineer would be able to help Scout in his time of need. The second, least obvious (but more important, in my eyes) being that I needed a little comic relief to break up the dramatic tension. I felt like the story was dragging in its own somber atmosphere, and I didn't want my readers to get exhausted having to plow through it all. Dramatic tension is great, but if it carries on too long, it seriously starts to lose its edge.

#139: Thank you very much - if there's one thing I regret, it's that I don't get to write Medic as much as I want to.

Ginger and #139 (again): Thanks! I'm glad you guys liked that slight breaking of the 4th wall. I was actually considering getting rid of it because I thought it was way too lame for something on the chan, but... I just had to. I was going to strike it out, as well, but I didn't, because I didn't want to draw more attention to my stupid joke.

#142: Thank you!

#143: Once again, thank you! I'm glad I got Medic's semi-threatening personality down (when MtM first came out, I was so amazed by its sheer awesome, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to do it). This was hugely fun to write, and I'm extremely glad I decided to do it.

Dunno when the next update will be, guys. More crap with carpal tunnel - you know how it is.

145 .

I only found this site a few days ago, and discovered this thread only today. I read everything so far in one sitting, and can easily say it's one of my favorite fanfics I have ever read. In a fairly short span of time you had me anxious, and then laughing, and then holding back tears.
I'm sorry to hear about your carpal tunnel, and I can say that I hope it gets better soon not only for your own comfort, but for my selfish reasons of wanting more updates.
I know it's been said hundreds of times before me, but Bravo! and please continue!

146 .

132 here. Interesting idea throwing the medic into the equation. I'm a bit curious as to how the medic knows about scout, despite him being kept in the dark as to the whole situation.

Good part though. Can't wait for the new section, just don't hurt yourself doing it; carpal tunnel's a bitch.

147 .

This story is fantastic, I can barely find the words to express how overjoyed this story makes me. Definitely one of the best stories I've come across in the TF2 fandom.

148 .

Can't believe I didn't stumble upon this fic sooner, just read the entire thing from the start. You're a great writer, the whole time I was screaming at my comp "spy you /SICK/ fuck!" Never liked spy, and this fic just cements my opinion lol. I love super hero engi btw, I can totally see him being one of the only ones who'd help. Can't wait for updates.

149 .

Okay, I just saved the entire story to my FICTION folder and I'm gonna start reading it at night, snuggled up in my bed, kind of like I used to do with my old books, because damn, this seems intense. I'm so excited.

150 .

y u no update?! I've been checking back here every single day... I'm going to assplode of my lack of incredible fanfiction like yours.

151 .

I'm sorry for being gone for so long, u gaiz. Take this update as my sincerest apology. Let's never fight again, baby.

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Engineer’s room wasn’t quite like the other mercenaries. His room was connected directly to his very own private workshop. He’d even taken to sound-proofing the walls so that he wouldn’t disturb anyone by working late at night.

It was originally supposed to be a storage room, but when Engineer found that it wasn’t being used, he asked Soldier for permission to renovate it. So he removed and sealed up the doorway that lead to the outside corridor for privacy, then built another doorway to his workshop from the wall on the far side of his closet. The newer initiates of the RED base didn’t even know there was originally another room there, his work was so flawless.

Engineer’s walk-in closet served as a sort of hallway between his workshop and his room. He still used it as a closet, of course, but he have many clothes to speak of, anyway. The door to his workshop was heavy and required his full weight leaning on it to give.

Now Engie wasn’t a very tidy person. Organized? Well, sure… In his own, unique little way. But definitely not tidy. His workshop was usually piled high with scrap metal, abandoned projects, useless prototypes, and crumpled blueprints. After several days of cleaning almost non-stop, he’d stripped everything not of use into scrap metal, and melted all of his scraps into refined, which is now kept in a corner. The rest of the workshop basically cleaned itself after that.

Engineer had needed all that extra space for the tiny jail cell occupying a good third of his workshop. All that was in it was an occupied bed next to the wall and a nightstand. Small, yes, but not claustrophobic, and definitely several steps up from the pit Scout had been kept in. Here he’d be warm and dry and safe. That was good.

Setting everything up in the workshop definitely made things a tad more cramped, but Engineer somehow made things work. The first thing Engineer did was check up on Scout using a thermometer. As the tiny machine started working, he began to hook the boy up to an antiquated vital sign monitoring screen.

What he found wasn’t encouraging in the least. Scout came out to be 86 degrees Fahrenheit, his heart rate was elevated, and his blood pressure was down. Engineer didn’t know too much about medicine, but he’d bet his right hand that the poor kid had an infection from that that horrible tooth extraction.

Goddamn it… I hope all them trips to the dentist pays off… he thought as he flipped through a book he’d borrowed from Medic’s extensive library. It was helpfully labeled Makeshift Dental Surgery für Dummkopfs.

He didn’t have all the medical equipment necessary, but he found he was able to make due with a Dremel drill for the root canal. He was able to jerry-rig two mechanisms to help things go easier – one that squirted water when needed, and the other to suction it out. He kept a pair of needle-nose pliers on hand just to be on the safe side. Scout still had a great deal of tooth shards in his gums that needed to be removed.

It’d taken a few hours, but Engineer was finally able to operate. Snapping on a pair of latex gloves, a surgical mask, and his miner’s light, he went to work on the kid.

There was a wince as Engineer got his very first good look inside of Scout’s mouth. The gums were broken, purple, and oozing some sort liquid that couldn’t have been blood or saliva. After applying a local anesthetic, the Dremel drill whirled to life.

A wave of nausea hit as blood and pus gushed out as soon as the drill hit. Engineer forced himself to push past it, wincing as the drill made a harsh whine as it dug into the bone. Remembering a section of the book, Engineer quickly rinsed, not wanting to roast it. Using the suction mechanism, he mid himself of the water and filth before Scout could choke on it.

Suddenly, there was a quiet whine, and Engineer nearly jumped a mile out of his chair. Had the anesthetic not worked? Could Scout actually feel everything that was going on? He cautiously peered into the boy’s face. Aside from flickering eyelids, he didn’t stir. Engineer continued his work.

His labor was difficult and tedious, but it was over relatively quickly. Engineer sat back with a sigh, and wiped his forehead with the back of his sleeve. In a pan beside him was all of the tooth shards he’d pulled out and a heap of bloody, pus-filled gauze that’d become too saturated for him to leave in the boy’s mouth. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to be up all night replacing gauze, but at this point, the chances of that seemed slim.

Now Engineer had a different problem to solve. The illness itself. He couldn’t be sure, but with the help of Medic’s dichotomous key, Engineer was pretty sure Scout had something called Blood Poisoning. Highly dangerous, and almost always fatal, if not treated right away. Scout needed antibiotics, and fast. Luckily, while digging through the lab, Engineer happened upon some old cow pills – back when RED still had cows to speak of.

God damn that Medic.

Anyways, they weren’t expired, and he’d read in the old, worn medical textbook, that antibiotics were antibiotics – they’d still work on Scout, as long as he accounted for the weight difference.

Sighing, he flipped through a book that indicated how much antibiotic a boy Scout’s size should take. From then on, it was just a simple matter of proportioning. He ended up grinding the pill up, weighing it to about a third of its original mass, and fed it to the unconscious boy by mixing it with pudding.

Engineer was exhausted now. He’d meant to keep watch on the kid through the night, but he could barely keep his eyes open. He returned to his own room with a yawn, leaving the door to his workshop open so that he could hear if anything went awry, and double checking to make sure his bedroom door was locked.

With everything accounted for and in place, Engineer allowed himself to drift off, as the beeping of Scout’s electrocardiogram lulled him to sleep.

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Also, have I mentioned how much I FUCKING HATED writing this chapter? Because I did. It was like freaking pulling a splinter shoved half an inch under your skin. You HAVE to do it, but you just REALLY DON'T WANT TO.

It's not that I think this chapter was POOR, exactly, but... It was just really boring for me. Possibly because I was too busy giddily thinking about events that happen seen after this stupid, boring thing, that I couldn't stand SETTLING for something like this. I feed off dialogue, u gaiz. I LOVES IT.

Anyways. Still having carpal tunnel, and a whole bunch of other unpleasant medical crap, so updates will be slow like before, but the FLAME OF PASSION has been rekindled. So you can bet chur buttocks that I'll be eagerly working to get the next part done ASAP.

Also, I'll respond to each individual comment eventually. Have patience - my wrist is already hurting and I haven''t even been on 15 minutes. Yaaay.

152 .

Take as long as you need to write that next chapter, I can be patient for your excellent writing! And as boring and tedious as you found writing this chapter, it was interesting for me.

153 .

this...was....wonderful! so happy to see you update! gaah i cant wait for more, poor scout, hope he wakes up soon and sees how engie has helped him...poor engie, dunno how far hes thought this through. pleas hurry and post more! very gripping.

154 .

As much as you hated writing this chap, I ate it up like a starving orphan.
You don't know how hard I'm rooting for Engie and for Scout to make it out all of this okay.
As much as I want to ask for more, I do wish for you to get better first.
Hope you'll be okay!

155 .

You are. Just. I'm so glad that this has updated.

Even if you didn't like it, I did! I love this fic so much.

156 .

I don't ALWAYS reply to comments...
But when I do, I reply to them all at once.
LET'S DO DIS

>>145 Thanks - I love having new readers! I hope you're enjoying your time on the site! The people here are pretty cool guys.

>>146 Hello, #132! I'm glad you're still enjoying yourself. It's good to ask questions like that; we'll see where it goes. And don't worry about me! I'm a tad bull-headed, but if it gets to be too much I'm sure to stop.

>>147 Thanks for your awesome comment! It makes my head spin to think that some consider this silly thing to be the best fanfic they've ever read (Not even I think that... I have accepted Cat Bounty as my lord and savior forever and ever, amen), but it's a huge compliment, and makes me want to do even more for you guys.

>>148 Haha, thanks! But if you think you hate Spy now...

>>149 Thanks! I should do a dramatic reading of it some time... lul

>>150 /pokerface

>>152 Most people say that, and I'm glad. At least it wasn't a total waste, I say.

>>153 Thanks! Always happy to see a familiar name coming back. I can't answer anything in particular, though.

>>154 Thank you! I'll probably still be keeping up a moderately steady pace, though. It's just hard to predict my random bouts of inspiration.

>>155 Thank you! I'll keep trying hard!

157 .

132, 146, etc. (now using a name, whee)

Just the thought of Scout having blood poisoning makes me cringe. That's some scary shit, just glad Engie caught it when he did. Once again, great chapter. I do, however, wonder what Spy will do when he notices that his toy is gone...

158 .

WOOO AN UPDATE

You may have had a hell of a time writing this chapter, but it came out beautifully! I gotta get my other wisdom teeth taken out over Christmas break and man, am I not looking forward to it.

One thing-- if Scout's got an infection, wouldn't that mean that his temperature would be higher? Maybe around 99 or a hundred degrees? I know it doesn't always work that way-- maybe it's been so long that his body's just given up or something. Hell, I'm a marine science major, not a med student.

Captcha was 'postop'. I lol'd a little.

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Flashpoint: Oh, goodness! I'm so glad you namefagged! Now i can stalk you forever.

Feather: OH SHIZ I KNEW I FORGOT TO PUT SOMETHING ELSE UNDERNEATH THE FIC. But yes. A common symptom for people with any kind of infection - blood poisoning included - is for their body temperature to flare up.
However, hypothermia (lowered body temp) isn't unheard of for people with sepsis (another term for blood poisoning). And I'm sure it'd be a very real problem for Scout, who was kept in a cold, damp, dark old cellar with very little food to keep his body going. Not to mention the emotional stress he was sure to be going through at the time. So, yeah. His body went, "FML" and ragequitted at that point. He would have been dead in no time if Engie hadn't stepped in.

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MOAR

I stumbled upon this with your latest update, and I just finished your latest update. I love this. I can't wait for more scenes with the Spy.

Keep up the great work!

161 .

"Makeshift Dental Surgery für Dummkopfs."

There needs to be cover art for this book. I'll sell my soul just to see it.

Another great chapter, and I'm immensely enjoying how Engineer is taking care of Scout.

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>>161

I might be able to make that happen, if I have time. I don't know if I will, I have a lot to do before I have to move on campus in two weeks.

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Captcha: space menstr
I TOTALLY JUST HAD A DREAM ABOUT SPAAAACE

Anyways. I totally forgot to put MORE under the last chapter updated. Huge special thanks to the awesome legend Terato Marty for helping me on that last chapter! Seriously, you guys. Without his help, that stupid chapter would probably still be in production, and the payoff wouldn't have been nearly as great. Thanks again, pardner!

>>160 Thank you! I'll try hard not to disappoint!

>>161 If someone made a book cover of that, my heart would be happy forever. I'm glad you're enjoying this, but I can't overlook the irony of your name with a story like this.

>>162 /heart is happy forever
No rush. Just the prospect of it even being on someone's to-do list makes me happy. I remember Marty joking that it was probably Medic that published it, if that gives you any ideas.

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This one is kinda small by my standards, but I had a feeling you guys would want to see it anyways.

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Here’s a not-well-known fact.

He hated the circus.

More than doctors, dentists, or even flat soda.

The clowns were the worst. They were creepy, face-painted FIENDS with no souls and no friends.

He’d gone with his mom to the circus to see the elephants. Because what fucking little kid DIDN’T want to see fucking elephants? Honestly.

Music trickled out in the background as he munched on his funnel cake and wandered around, trying to find a good spot to see the show. His mom was holding his hand. There were people around. But there were always people around. It was the circus. People liked going there.

For some reason, eating the funnel cake was really hard. He kept remembering biting into it and chewing, but he couldn’t seem to taste anything. After a moment’s frustration, he realized he’d never bitten into it at all.

“Ma—?”

Suddenly, he realized he wasn’t holding his mom’s hand like he thought he was. He whirled around, eyes widened in panic. “Ma?” Had he let go without thinking? Did she tell him to stay put and he hadn’t heard her?

He thought he’d heard his name, but the music and the murmurings of the crowd were too loud. “M…Ma?! Has anyone seen my ma?!”

His young voice was peaked with fear. He was lost in a dark jungle of legs. He didn’t know where to go. That stupid music… WHY didn’t it shut up?!

“Hello? Hello?”

None of the people had faces. They should have had faces, but they didn’t. They were still talking in that low, droning murmur. He could still feel them looking at him. They didn’t have eyes, but they were looking at him.

The music swirled crazy. He felt dizzily. Heart racing. Eyes darting. Racing.

“Mom! MOM! Please! Somebody!”

In the bathroom now. Still music. Looks into a mirror.

CLOWN.

He couldn’t see past the yellow eyes, white face, and red hair. Crimson lips.

Him?

Screamed. Stepped back. Lost his balance, and falling.

Falling backwards, into the darkness, and screaming.

He saw his mother now. She was on the edge screaming. For him.

A hand lead her away from the edge.

Alone now.

Music.

Dark.


There was a ragged gasp as Scout’s eyes fluttered open. He panted harshly for a moment, heart pounding. He still wasn’t quite sure if it’d all been a dream or not. He was drenched in sweat, his mouth ached and tasted like shit warmed over, and he was… laying down?

There was one bleary blink, then two as he tried to clear his vision. That’s when he realized the music from his dream had never actually stopped. He listened carefully, and before long, it transformed from its loopy, warped, circus-like tune into a pleasant, upbeat melody.

Peering between the bars of a cage he was inexplicably in, his eyes came to rest on Engineer’s stocky form, sitting with his heels kicked up on a nearby desk, strumming his guitar, and singing in a low, husky voice.

“Near a tree by a river, there's a hole in the ground, where an old man of Aran goes around and around…” the man crooned softly, stroking the instrument with an odd tenderness. “And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night; for a strange kind of fashion, there's a wrong and a right. But he'll never, never fight over you…”

There was a pause as Engineer’s eyes flickered up to Scout’s face. A grin. “Oh, man. Can’t tell ya how glad I am t’see ya awake. You had me worried, there.”

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6DcfXVL0mh0

Okay, I kinda went against the unspoken rule and featured a song not around in the 60s. But, balls, I wanted to do this song anyway. If I have to cheat and say that Engineer wrote it, so be it. I'm not a... guitar person, so I wouldn't know if it would be possible to make an acoustic version of the song, but I wouldn't doubt it. Ah well.

I loved the dream sequence (welcome to every nightmare I've ever had ever), but not the stuff afterwards too much. It's hard writing someone waking up. Especially since I hardly ever remember waking up, myself.

But, yeah. Enough ranting. Hope you guys enjoy.

165 .

Oh, god, that was fantastic. I just found this story this morning and just read it all the way through. You had me tumbling through all kinds of crazy emotions, mostly wanting to cry, hahaha. Please keep up the good work and update soon!!

166 .

I love that song! I can hear him playing the song in my head, thou it is the older version of it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VN04vtNcrek

167 .

Hoo-RAH. I love the update. I love it.

Weh I cannot wait for more. This story just. Hngh.

168 .

BAM.

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Repose: Thanks! I'll try my best!

#166: I've never heard the older version of it before! Yeah, it probably would fit a lot better with Engie, considering the hair and all. (Am I the only one who approves of Engineer's rockin' mullet?)

167: I love you. Call me.

168: Anon, u silly, y u bump fo'?

170 .

Proofing - Once again for ladies and women. HAVE SOME CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

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There was a pause as Engineer’s eyes flickered up to Scout’s face. A grin. “Oh, man. Can’t tell ya how glad I am t’see ya awake. You had me worried, there.”

Engineer wasn’t sure what to expect the kid’s response to be. He’d imagined an entire list, from a heartfelt, “Thank you…” to a fearful, “Where am I? What’s going on?”

He was sorely unprepared for Scout’s actual response, which was a venomous, “Fuck you.”

The man nearly fell over in his chair from the harsh words. “E-Excuse me?!”
“You heard me. Fuck. You,” the boy sneered, sitting up as best as he could. He glanced around the bars of the cage he was locked in. “I know what this is. You’ve come to bargain for fuckin’ sex. You save me from the Masked Psycho and I become YOUR pretty little ass-slave instead. Well, fuck you, pal.”

He clenched his jaw with a smoldering determination. “I’m NOT becoming this entire base’s fucking slut. You’ll have to kill me first.” Even as he spoke, a small quiver overtook his voice. He swallowed forcefully past the lump forming in his throat and choked back the tears.

It took a moment for Engineer to recover from the vicious retort. He laid the guitar down and raised his hands in a nonthreatening way. “Look… Calm your horses, now. I’m not here to—”
Scout cut him off with a snort and a nasty smile. “Oh, hey. Looks like you CAN talk, after all, huh?” It turned into a horrid snarl just as quickly. “Would’ve been nice to know when I was rottin’ in that fuckin’ cellar in the DARK all those days.”

Engineer returned it with a scowl of his own. “Well, this ain’t really the way t’treat someone who just saved your damn life.”
Scout barked out a laugh. “Yeah right. ‘Someone who saved my life’ my ass! WHERE WERE YOU THE LAST FEW FUCKING DAYS, HUH?! Why didn’t you save me THEN?!”

Engineer winced, and tried to respond, but Scout wasn’t done yet. “I BEGGED YOU! You KNEW what he was doing to me! You KNEW it, but you didn’t do SHIT! You’re just as bad as he is – no – WORSE!!! Because you saw it and knew it was wrong and didn’t do SHIT! Or did you want to wait until you were sure you could have me all to yourself, you fucking fa—”

Engineer jumped to his feet, crossed the room with two easy strides, and slammed his fist on the bars of the cage so hard, the medical equipment rattled. Scout jumped out of his skin and hid behind his blanket, trembling.

“God DAMN it, you FUCKING little idiot!” he exploded, eyes blazing like the sun. “I’M NOT LIKE HIM!!!”

Scout just stared at him from behind his blanket, still shaking like a leaf. There was silence, and then a tiny sob filled the silence. Engineer immediately felt guilty, seeing the kid’s fearful, tear-filled eyes, but was too proud to admit it.

He sighed, took a step back, and folded his arms. “Alright… Sorry. You’ve got e’ery right to be suspicious an’ e’erythang,” he muttered, glaring off to the side. “But I’ve taken a lot of risks to getcha here, and I don’t appreciate it bein’ thrown back in my face like that.”

Scout wiped his eyes, trying to put back on his best brave face. His voice still quivered as he asked, “Well, what is it that you want from ME, then?”
Engineer thought about this. “Well… Nothin’, I guess—”
“Bullshit. Everyone wants somethin’.”
“Well, it’s true,” Engineer snapped back. Another sigh. “Look. I’m not askin’ you to trust me, alright? I’m just asking you to… Let me HELP you,” he fumbled out.

There was a pause as Scout glared holes into Engie’s skull, as if trying to read his mind. Engineer just gazed uncomfortably back.

Finally, there was a smirk, and Scout sank back on his pillow, eyes knowing. “Oh, I see… You’re one of THOSE types… You doin’ this to ease your conscience? To help you forget what you saw? To convince yourself you’re still a good man or some shit?”

At Engineer’s wince, Scout chuckled and closed his eyes. Several uncomfortable seconds of silence ticked by as Scout took some time to rest after his emotional outburst. Engineer was just about to assume he’d drifted off to sleep, when those icy blues opened once more.

Determination shone in Scout’s eyes. “You really wanna help me out, Cowpoke? Set me free.”
“I cain’t do that, pardner.”
“Ha! I knew it.” Scout glared bitterly at him. “Guess want of redemption only goes so far, huh?”

“Oh yeah?!” Engineer ground his teeth, clutching one of the bars and pressing his forehead against the cool metal in order to quell his escalating headache. “And what would you have me do, you gotdamn MORON?! Where the hell are you gonna run on THAT leg?! Where can you go where they won’t find you?! Do you even know where you are?! Where the nearest BLU base is?! You’ll get us BOTH killed!”

Scout somberly thought this over, the color draining from his face. Finally, a sigh. “Well then… Guess the only other option is to kill me,” he muttered. “Just end it all.”
“I can’t do that, either.”
“WHY the hell not?!” Scout snapped, tears of fury burning his eyes. “You said it yourself – there’s nowhere I can go at this point! Hell, even if there was…” He glanced down at his shattered leg, and gave a heartbroken sigh. “I… I wouldn’t really be livin’, anyways. Not like this.”

Engineer shot him a look of sympathy, and sighed, lowering his gaze to his boots. “Well… I can’t do that. Soldier’s my superior, an’ he ain’t given the orders to… yanno. Not yet.”

Scout rolled over and stared at the wall. “So. You’re tellin’ me that you can’t let me go, but you can’t kill me, either? I’m not really livin’, but I’m not allowed to die?”
Engineer rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I… I guess so, pardner,” he muttered.
“… Well. Alright then.”

Engineer waited, but after fifteen solid minutes of silence, he figured the kid was done talking for the day.

As he shut the heavy door to his workshop, he pretended not to notice the stifled sobs coming from the trembling form on the bed.

Things were going to be a lot tougher than he’d previously thought.

171 .

I have no words except; magnificent. I eagerly await Spy's reaction to seeing Scout's missing.

172 .

I wasn't expecting this, but I should have been, since it's you. This is much more believable than swooning damsel-in-distress Scout falling in love with his rescuer.

173 .

Poor Engie, and poor Scout, even if he is being a little shit. Only thing I got to ask is how did Scout go from silent and hopeless doll (so to speak) to a once again sad but fiesty prisoner? I do like your saying about proofreading though. I sit upon the edge of my seat wanting more.

174 .

my heart broke a little at the end T-T do go on.

175 .

Oh and I agree with Marty, anger over stockholm any day.

176 .

Hey a thought occurred. Does Scout's team wonder where he is or anything?

177 .

I can't help but feel that this was a little rushed, especially with Scout's sudden turn around in attitude. He has regained his composure far to quickly for my liking, and is far to thoughtful. It sounds very unlike scout to be able to identify a man as being the "Trying to redeem" myself type.

178 .

Maybe he changed back to aggressive so fast cause he's not as sick anymore. Even get really nauseous and feel miserable, then when you finally throw it all up you're in the best mood ever? I figure it's kinda like that.

179 .

Hey guys I have an idea.

Why don't we all shut the fuck up and let her write the story. She's the author and can take the story in any direction she wants.
Sorry if that is a little mean but damn guys back off a bit alright?

180 .

Whoa, whoa! Let's simmer down for a moment, there, Monster. I appreciate your concern, but it's not problem. I love getting comments on my story and seeing the readers speculate! It's not problem at all. Thanks again for your help, bro.

>>171 Dohoho. So do I.

>>172 God, Marty, you make we want to fanjizz all over your shoes. And you commented on this! FFFFF. STOP MAKING ME LOVE AND ADMIRE YOU SO MUCH.

>>173 A few reasons. First was the reason he specified. He'd taken Spy's crap, but wasn't going to take it from Engie, too. He was so fueled by rage and disgust, that he was willing to annoy Engineer to the point where he'd actually kill Scout, just so that he could get a moment's peace. Second was the fact that he had a LOT of emotions bottled up just waiting for a fit of angst so that they could be expelled. Third is.... Well, Chess said it best. Also, thanks. RAEG > LOVEY DOVEYNEZZ

Rudy: Oh, things get better! Then worse... But they get better first!

Chess: They do. I'd like to go into that, but I'm not sure how to fit in with the current storyline. I might do a spin-off thread for it.

177: I can see why you'd think that, but there was thought put into this, as previously expressed. Also, I don't see Scout as being an idiot just because of how he talks or his age. I think that seeing what he has changes a person and I'm sure he'd be a lot more insightful to people's motivations and thoughts etc etc etc.

Chess: That's part of the reason, yeah. Thanks, homie.

Monster: Thanks to you, too, homie. But it's alright. I got pretty thick skin.

181 .

Well there Monster, god forbid anyone should have an opinion huh? I wasn't saying this is crap, change it, I was merely expressing my view. Someone needs to calm down and remember a lot of stuff is posted here FOR the critic.

182 .

To reiterate, I do enjoy where this story is going and the direction you choose to take is your choice, I didn't mean to come off as critical so I apologize if I did, but not knowing some of the (painfully obvious looking back now) reasons, it just seemed odd he had bounced back so quickly. Anyways, Chess I think by now they have presumed Scout as dead (its been like a few weeks by now I assume.) Anyways, continue with what your doing, this story is thoroughly enjoyable.

183 .

Welp. All I gotta say is that no matter where you take this story, forever me gusta. So. Just keep it up.

184 .

I've been seriously digging this story. Engie's really gotten himself in deep putting his neck out for Scout like that. I can't predict how this will turn out, and that's what makes it so compelling. Keep up the good work!

185 .

Don't mind me, just praying that this story'll have a happy ending... eventually.

Looks like Scout and Engie are off to another rocky start.
Kinda funny and a little happy that Scout's still hasn't lost his fire yet, that the Masked Psycho for all his efforts hasn't broken the kid down. (He's traumatized yes, but I like that Scout refused to roll over without a fight.)

I can see that, despite all of Engie's goodwill and risking his neck, it'll take a lot for Scout to even remotely consider trusting him. I do hope though that things would be patched up between them but at least they've come to a somewhat understanding that Engie wasn't going to hurt him.

Can't wait to see what happens next! This story's got me on the edge of my seat!

186 .

If tf2chan of all places can't foster criticism, I don't know where can.

This isn't my kind of story, but it's compelling and it's got me still here after so long. My criticism is that it's unneccessary to capitalise words for intonation in speech... if you must emphasise a word, italicise it. It's really not neccessary though as the reader will add their own intonation and unless it's a really important unusual word being emphasised, you don't need to control it so much.

187 .

>>186
Is it possible to italicize on the chan? is it just the regular <i>italics</i> tag?

188 .

>>187
Apparently not.

189 .

I know you can use italics but I don't know how. I use -this- sometimes to emphasize words.

190 .

>>187
>>188
>>189
Square brackets []
(I think it's bb code?) But it's the coding you use on forums, rather than dA which is <>

191 .

test

192 .

Also testing, please excuse.

193 .

Please Miss/Sir , may I have some 'ore?

194 .

>>181 Well, I'm sure Monster didn't mean it like that. Lately, the Chan has been a little bitchier than usual (hate to bring it up, but apparently, Yang got beat over the head with a lot of nasty comments, so there's that), and so it's got some members on edge, and seeing what are moderately innocent comments as veiled insults. Everyone just take it easy - I don't see anyone as a bad-guy, alright?

>>182 Thanks, Japan! There's no harm done, and your question was something I meant to discuss as a post-note, anyways. I just forgot, because I'm a derphead. Thanks again for reading.

>>183 ilu. (call me)

>>184 My God, Banimal, I am such a fanspaz of yours; it means a lot to have you say you like my vomit o' text. Thankyousomuchsrsly

>>185 Well, Spy kind of has him broken in one respect; he is... oh, wait. That's spoilers. DELETE ALL THE WORDS!!!
And, yes. Trust issues everywhere. We'll see where it leads.

>>186 Read my response to 181.
Also, thanks for the crit. Ugh, I know I have a bit of a problem when it comes to leading my audience around by the hand like a child when it comes to intonation. Kind of a quirk of mine. I started doing this way back in the day when I noticed that my friends would always read my stories "wrong" when reading aloud. But since I've gotten a few other criticisms for doing it, I'll put serious effort into changing my ways. Even as much as I don't want to.
One thing I won't change, though, is using allcaps for words I do emphasize, for the most part (Medic is an example for exceptions). Why not? Because it's tons easier, is why. I'm not manually putting italics in for all my dialogue - it's just too much work. If this were, say, a published book, then I'd obviously not do this, but it's the chan, and I ain't makin' no monies. So allcaps it is.

>>187
Is it possible to italicize on the chan? Second-to-last update had an all-italics dream sequence I lol'd. Anon, u silly.

>>188
>>189
>>190
>>191
>>192
You cannot imagine how awkward I felt when I first read all these.

>>193 Yes. Yes, you may. Eventually. This next chapter is going to take a lot of thought.

Love you guys, like, burning.

195 .

So I hurd u gaiz wanted summore Spaaaah.

~~~

Another dream about him… That boy.

Spy rubbed his eyes groggily, fishing for the cigarettes he kept stashed under his pillow and adjusting his mask. It’d been an unusually warm night. He could feel sweat beading under the thick rubber on his face, making him feel even more uncomfortable than he already was. The dim glow of the tiny flame illuminated his face as he lit up, and took a long draw.

He didn’t even need to glance down at himself to know he had quite an embarrassing erection tenting his blanket. It was salt in the wounds, knowing who it was for.

Spy had quite the dilemma on his hands, he mused. Not the predicament considering the state of his morality – no, his concern was of something much, much more dire.

Simply put, he was concerned about his manhood.

He hadn’t meant for this to become such a problem. It was simple and easy to understand, at first. He had the opportunity to end his month-long dry spell, and took it, the first chance he got. But now, he was having his doubts.

He stood and began pacing as he contemplated everything. It was odd to say, but… in a twisted sort of way, he’d developed feelings for the boy under his control. Not love, of course, but a malicious and terrifying obsession. He had emotional attachment to the idiotic little whelp – he saw him as his territory.

This wasn’t all terrible, but most terrifying of all, he’d started to have bizarre fantasies of the boy. At the start, the boy was just a tool used to vent his sexual frustration. While taking him, he’d imagine he was making love to beautiful women instead – his favorite being the boy’s mother.

Maybe that had been a mistake. Somewhere along the line, the fantasies of torturing Scout and making love to his mother had blended together. He’d begin with thoughts of her curvy form and her alluring lips, but by the end, he’d imagine himself face-fucking Scout until the kid got another case of the dry heaves. For the last few days, he’d purposely stayed away from the boy. He’d tried to masturbate without images of Scout’s broken body and humiliated sobbing entering his mind even once. He simply couldn’t do it.

What if he’d captured someone else? A woman – beautiful and voluptuous – and done the same to her? If he’d tortured and raped her instead? Would she take the place of Scout in his obsession? He couldn’t be sure. Just thinking about leaving the boy completely made him uneasy. The end result would probably be that he stored both captives together and visit them both.

Spy took a seat on his bed, giving another puff of his cigarette as he stared up at his ceiling. He couldn’t imagine why someone so unattractive and unappealing could have such an effect on him. Perhaps, he thought, it was in the timing. Scout may have not been much, but he was there, and he’d satisfied Spy for the first time in well over 30 days. Not only that, but he’d made his first discovery of his love for the more… twisted desires when it came to sex because of the boy.

Was it enough to defend his heterosexuality? Maybe not. But he simply couldn’t get up the effort to care anymore. Not to mention it had been days since his last visit, his erection wasn’t going away, and, hell, he just wanted to fucking fuck.

With this new outlook, he dressed and headed to the cellar. Perhaps he’d make Scout beg again.

~~~

For ladies and women, ya'll.

196 .

Oh no. Oh god no. Jesus Christ no, but yes, god yes. I kinda wanted to see more of Scout and Engineer coming to more of an understanding but at the same time... Sorry, let me wipe away the tears and pick up my jaw from the floor and...just...continue...

197 .

Shit, I just, oh fuck.
This just breaks my heart but I can't stop reading.
Shitballs, you're good.

198 .

I was really dreading when Spy would make his next appearance, but now I just can't wait to see what happens when/if he finds Scout with Engineer...

199 .

Japan: I'm doing my best!

#197: Thanks so much! This story is my baby, so it does my heart good to see people liking it so much.

Peels: Me, too. Hopefully I'll have the next installation done later today.

200 .

It's not often you come across a writer who really isn't afraid to be graphic. People'll talk the talk but they can't walk the walk. I know because I'm one of them. You are a good writer and you're willing to do what makes others uncomfortable to really get at a good story. We'll see where this goes but so far I am looking forward to each and every installment.

Which surprises me because, as a rule, I hate fanfic. Good writing is good writing though, no matter what it's about. And as far as fanfic's go, well, you're a writer that would give them a good name. So good job. You and KGB are doing a great job of converting me.

201 .

I admit I kinda ignored this fanfic for a while because torture is really not my thing.. but I decided to give it a shot and read it all in one go. And I must say, it's really good! Not overly angsty as I feared it would be or mindless gory snuff.

As a runner, I cringed and started hugging my knees at the shattered knee cap part. But weirdly the wisdom tooth part didn't bother me that much, maybe it's because I don't have wisdom teeth.

Ok, I'll just go back to lurking now.

202 .

>>195
Shiiiiit, Engie you hide that boy right now! Keep him far away from that masked psycho!
I don't think Spy would like it at all when he finds out that Engie's encroaching on what he considers "his territory".

What's scary is how Spy just does not care at all about Scout as a person. You could say that it was Spy who's gotten all fucked in the head, not Scout, after this whole ordeal.

>>194 in response to >>185
Spoilers you say? Oh dear, although I shouldn't be too surprised that Scout isn't going to get out of this unscarred, now you've gotten me all tense wondering just what sort of psychological scars Spy's left on the poor boy.

203 .

Wait, I just reread the story and a thought occurred to me, after the party Spy said he'd let scout get off with just a blowjob, does this imply off-screen anal? Just curious is all.

204 .

>>200 I can't believe I hit the 200 mark. You guys are awesome. No, seriously. Anyways, thank you so much for your kind words. I'm not that much of a graphic person, especially in real life, but I guess everyone has a dark side, huh? I just try to make something out of my sick fascination for hurting nonexistent people.
And if you don't usually like fanfic, but you liked this (And KGB, too!), you should definitely take a look around the chan. This place has the highest yielding of fanfictions on one tiny spot than I've seen on the entire interwebs. Like I said before, I'm a huge fanboy of Terato Marty, coauthor of the amazing "On The Coldfront". I also like Dotchan, Banimal, and Cat Bounty. But, really, there are too many great fanfiction writers out there than I can list! Happy reading, friend!

>>201 I'm glad you liked this despite it being a torture fic! I've put a lot of thought into it, and I can safely say it's my baby now! I'm glad you consider it not "overly angsty", because sometimes I'm afraid I'm laying it on too thick. I'm glad I made you cringe at least once in this! If you feel the urge to shower me with praise comment again, don't be shy! I love it.

>>202 No. Spy will not be happy at all.

>>203 I was going to be coy about answering this one, but it's too late at night for Das Boschitt, so I'll just go ahead and say.... Yes. Yes, it does.

Sorry for the huge lag in updates lately u gaiz. I'll try to get my shit together - I just can't seem to stick to one thing as of late.

205 .

AHA! I knew i- why am I happy about this... God I'm a sick fuck. Anyways, carry on.

206 .

(This is Anon 200. And I am too retarded/lazy to be linking. <3)

Gah! I JUST (like JUST) caught up with "On The Coldfront". This place is completely killing my resolve. I can't at all bitch about people liking (and writing) fanfics anymore. As much as it is a disappointment to lose one more thing to dislike, it's also good. It's good to know not all fanfics are "And then a poor rendition of me with good self esteem made super sexy faces at -ENTER CHARACTER HERE- and it was SO HAWT. <333"

Because up until just recently, because of these TF2 stories, that's all I really considered fanfics. But again, good writers are good just as bad writers are... bad.

And thank you for the well wishing! Happy reading yourself. And happy writing? More please now?

207 .

I keep wondering whether or not you're going to give this a happy ending. I know I'll enjoy it either way, but to me this story seems the perfect set up to a tragic ending.

Very much looking forward to the next update!!

208 .

Japan: I am surprised at you, missy! Shame on you for taking pleasure in Scout's pain! Only I'm allowed to do that!

206\200: I'm glad you have a respect for fanfiction now - as you said, good writing is good writing. And I'll have the next part up by this evening! I promise! I'm just going to get it proofed for once.

Magpie: Thanks! It's coming soon!

209 .

SO IT LOOKS LIKE MY THREAD HAS AUTOSAGED. LOL WHAT IS THIS, I DON'T EVEN.

GJ, EVERYBODY.

I'll make a new one shortly, but for now, I see it as the perfect opportunity to brush up on some mistakes left from earlier! Ciao!

210 .

200/206/Still Lazy - FFFFF, soexcitedfortheupdatelikeyoudon'tevenknow,okay? <3 -bounces-

211 .

I don't understand autosages. I just don't.

212 .

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