1 . Name: Invader Fluff @ 2011-08-01 07:13

Here's a little something I came up with while killing time after not being able to go back to sleep. It's gonna get really weird and will end with RED Medic/BLU Spy/BLU Spy's severed head smut. I'll likely write the smut part when I get back home. I'll continue with this, but at some point, I have to try to fall back asleep again. It's been forever since I've written fanfiction, so I know I'm a little rusty. Concrits are welcome, but please keep Kumori's words in Yang's Adult Fanart thread in mind and don't be a jackass. I will listen to criticism, but only as long as I'm not being berated or insulted.
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Ever since that fateful encounter with the RED medic, poor BLU spy just never fully recovered. He had respawned right afterward, but something was still very wrong with him. Ever since then, he had become very prone to colds and sinus infections, and he always felt like he was trapped inside of a refrigerator. He had started wearing a much thicker suit than he had previously worn, and had opted for a thick turtleneck and scarf instead of his usual dress shirt and tie. The BLU medic was also very confused by the BLU spy’s sudden change in behavior and strength. He remembered that, before the incident, the BLU spy had barely ever gotten sick. He’d get sick maybe once or twice a year, but other than that, he was very healthy. After the incident with the RED medic, however, the BLU spy’s health had been on a steady decline to the point where he had to visit his team’s medic very often. Nevertheless, the BLU spy just wasn’t the same. When he wasn’t making feeble attempts to continue with his job as a spy, he was in his room with the heater on full blast and lying in bed under a massive pile of blankets. When his condition became life threatening, he slept in the medic’s sick-bay under the warm, comforting beam of the medic’s medigun. It brought some much-needed relief to the poor spy, but it didn’t last. As soon as he was discharged, that feeling would gradually start coming back, and his health would begin to decline once more. The spy couldn’t remember anything from the encounter with the RED medic that could’ve caused this. All he could remember was his attack on the man and the agonizing pain of getting his head sawed off. He couldn’t remember anything after that. Whatever it was, though, it was clearly affecting him.

On this particular night, the BLU spy had developed a fever. For him, it was somewhat of a comfort, because at least he was warmer for however long it would last. He had less blankets on his bed than he usually did, and he had turned the heater down lower, so he wouldn’t overheat. He was now asleep in his bed, snoring more loudly than usual because of his latest sinus infection, and was having very strange dreams. He would have to go see the medic again soon.

In his particular dream, BLU spy could see only darkness and feel that same cold feeling he always felt, but much more intense. He could also feel that the juices of his nose had frozen over and his tears had formed into sharp crystals at the corners of his eyes and along his eyelids. His nose and ears were red and puffy from this constant exposure to the cold. In an attempt to warm them, he tried to lift his hands up to cup them over his face, but to his horror, nothing happened. He looked down however much he could manage and realized that he had no body. He was only a head! He screamed. Soon after he screamed, a slit of light appeared and his surroundings began to come into focus. He looked around. The walls were made of white plastic, and around him was an assortment of body parts, with the odd sandwich and other seemingly out of place food item scattered amongst them. The slit of light had come from a door opening, and it widened quickly as whom BLU spy recognized as a medic opened the door. The gloves holding the door ajar told him it was the RED medic. The BLU spy also realized where he was. He was in the RED medic’s refrigerator.