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TF2: RED AND BLU

WARNING: THIS FANFIC CONTAINS VERY DARK AND HEAVY THEMES, AND READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

“Get up. I did NOT make youh to be a vheak LINK. GET UP!” A stern angry voice snarled, bitterness and hatred brimming in the tone. He was angry again… Not that he changed too much between angry, bitter, abusive or cynical. This new world he was thrust into was cold, bitter and full of pain. They didn’t like it, they didn’t like it at all. So many questions. So many fears. And absolutely no way to ask them… Not if they desired to remain alive… unlike 8LU3…… if whatever this state was was living…

They are doing that thing the Angry One always hated… the leaking… leaking red from the hit they just received from the angry one and the clear wet trickles that ran down their face. It was from the pain, it was from the fear. Oh so much fear… The pain and swelling from the hit only made the angry one’s fury worse… oh so much worse. Everything ached…

It hasn’t even been a full week since they were freed from their tube, their place of… birth wasn’t the correct word… no… creation… it bothered them… They felt so displaced, so empty after being freed from the tube… The warm calming liquid that surrounded them, protected them…. The tube kept the Angry One’s voice further away… The Angry One’s appendages didn’t hurt them in there… Safe… the tube was safe… but… the tube no longer was available for them… The Angry One took it…

One of the things that seemed to frustrate the Angry One the most was their inability to function. To process and understand. The tube didn’t judge… the tube didn’t yell… didn’t hurt them… HIM… With a soft pathetic whimper, he very timidly began trying to push himself into a sitting/crouched position. This thing… the Angry One called… he thinks is a floor was cold and unforgiving. He didn’t like it. It reminded him too much of the Angry One… It made him want to smash it to bits… For whatever reason that thought gave him great unsettling comfort… It even brought a very small smile to his face for a split second.

How could he be expected to be perfect without any experience or knowledge?… it seemed very unfair. It made him feel deep horrid feelings he couldn’t express… the words weren’t there yet… Everything in this place was so difficult… so hard… More of those bad noises escaped his lips, making him flinch back in fear once the Angry One looms over him menacingly. The Angry One HATED the noises of fear and pain… Especially when his face started to leak like it was doing… so many things he didn’t understand… he didn’t even want to be here! Why was this all HIS fault?!

“Stand. UP.” The voice snapped, eyes narrowing dangerously, this time with even less patience. By now his entire body shook, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. With a soft strangled gasp, he timidly tried to use his arms to help prop himself up into a sitting position. It took several tries and some agitated sounds from the Angry One, but he did manage to do it. Very slowly he struggled to get his legs to support what little weight his very thin frame had. It wasn’t much.

This was the very first time he ever stood up. Being suspended in thick warm fluids meant you didn’t NEED to stand. It felt foreign and strange. Uncomfortable… The shaking returned quickly, as his blue fearful eyes seemed to focus on the Angry One’s feet and not their face. This seemed to satisfy him, as he quickly folded his arms with a soft growl. Clearly he was hoping for a reason to abuse him more…

The Angry One’s eyes raked over his thin frame, studying every inch of his trembling body. It made him very uneasy, like he was insignificant, expendable. The tattered rags he was given earlier barely kept out the cold that bit at his skin, making another whimper escape his lisp once more. The way the Angry one looked at him with made an odd boiling sensation in his chest, and it only seemed to grow. That lingering comforting thought of all the various ways the Angry One hurt and tormented him, and all the ways he could inflict the same, tenfold… If not more.

Fire filled his veins, as he truly felt that was enough to make him brash enough to challenge the Angry One. It even made him want to glare right into the eyes of the Angry One, challenging him. But he had not the courage to ever try something so risky… not now… After just leaving the tube his body felt so weak, so tired.. Whenever he did reach full strength again, he knew it was something the Angry One feared… So he DID fear him deep down…

“Very skinny, auch! He’s no better built zhan zhe Scout! Vhat a vhaste! Oh vhell…. I’m sure some modifications can make zhis…. Thing more suitable for the boss…” The Angry One criticized with a faint smirk, as if he knew how much those words hurt. And how much he enjoyed administering the pain. Despite his vocabulary being very small, he seemed to sense nothing the Angry One said was a good thing. The sinister smile that barely flickered across the Angry One’s face as he said that nearly made him cry. Why? What did he do that was so bad?!

It had been several long hours of him being forced to stand and endure lots of scrutinizing and discomfort as the Angry One studied him very carefully. Despite his very limited protests, he still ended up getting some “persuasive” warnings that came close to another strike to the head, eventually the Angry One stopped with all the tests and measurements before focusing on a clipboard he had nearby. The sounds of the pen dancing furiously across the paper could be heard, along with soft mutters in German of how unsatisfied he is with the results.

All he could do in the meantime was shift nervously, trying to remain as small as possible to avoid displeasing him. After what felt like a decade, the scribbling stopped and the Angry One set the clipboard and pen down. His eyes fixated on him again, which made his blood go cold. The flinch he so desperately tried to hide was far too visible. With a snarl, the Angry One rose to his feet, making his way to him before aggressively grabbing his left wrist and jerking him forward so hard he nearly lost his footing.

A startled cry escaped his lips, as the man’s vice grip was growing more and more painful. The Angry One unforgivingly half dragged him to a very darkly lit cell. By the time they were in front of the cell, he had no time or chance of escape. The Angry One seemed to predict a struggle, and quickly snatched his other wrist. This time he refused to obey. With all his might he struggled and thrashed, but the Angry One’s strength overpowered him easily, and he managed to wrangle both his wrists into one hand.

As he did so his free hand quickly slipped out a strange pair of metal cuffs that seemed specifically designed to ONLY fit his slim wrists. The sight of them made him struggle a lot more and panic. After a significant ordeal, the Angry One managed to wrestle one, then both cuffs onto his wrists. The metal at first was cold, before the smallest motions seemed to mark the metal ignite like a blazing hot fire. The initial shock was enough to make him cry out in a fish as he toppled to his knees from the pain, the leaking in his eyes actually enough to temporarily blind him. It was all the distraction he needed.

The begging and the terrified cries didn’t seem to phase the Angry One in the slightest as he wrested the cell door open before tossing him in onto the hard floor. The impact made him cry out, as he landed very hard on his bare shoulder. The flimsy rags that he was given after leaving the tube did little to shake away the cold and the pain.

The leaking from his eyes began to happen again, and a choked sob wracked his aching ribs. All he could do was curl up tightly on the cold metal floor of his cell and sob loudly, as the Angry One rolled his eyes and slammed the cell door shut with a loud THWACK. After the jangles of keys and metal grinding against itself, the Angry One turned stomping his way back out of the holding bay and slammed the door behind him, his long off white lab coat tails swaying with every motion he made.

Once the door was sealed and locked, the darkness finally began to sink in. And the loneliness. All he had left was the cold bitter silence, along with the unsettling stillness. And in a dimly lit area, tucked deep in a far off lab somewhere in the middle of nowhere, nested away deep in the confines of Teufort, New Mexico. For him, he had very little idea that this was only the beginning of what Hell truly was.

Entry 15:

Date: 5/17/ (the year is smudged and illegible)

Zhis is truly bad. Zhe first hybrid specimen was possibly the closest to perfect possible. It’s… “sibling”… is far less desirable. Zhe first was strong, smart and oddly obedient. Zhe issue vhas it has absolutely no desire to HARM OR FIGHT, even when under superb stress or it’s own life was in danger. Even when pushed to the brink of death it STILL refused. Despite the fact is was superbly strong. Unfortunately… it became a little too… self aware for its own güt… it had to be dealt with and quickly. Mann Co. was furious at the destruction of a perfectly güt specimen… alas, zhey had little idea of how dangerous it’s defectiveness vas…

Just like it’s sibling, given a couple days zhat… specimen should be physically stronger zhan our Heavy Weapons Man… despite it looking like a 20 year old male. Nein, zhat THING is no child, it is a weapon. By definition it only WEARS a face of what the others would call a child, for our Scout a peer. No, it may have HUMAN DNA, but it wasn’t born. Therefore it is NOT HUMAN. Attachment is VHEAKNESS. A God cannot be vheak. Besides… if this shrimp is successful, I vhill get a massive pay hike UND unlimited spending on mein experimentation… and I vhill become Mann Co.’s MAIN scientist. I cannot fail.

Not again… the first one was defective… This super beingh CANNOT BE. I do not have a choice. Zhis one vhill have to do… and I will MAKE IT WORK… no matter the cost… Failure ends vith morhe zhan the super being ending up dead… as cruel as it may be it iz in the name of science. And… gods tend not to be too unsettled by zhe hard choices. Sacrifices must be made… und I am vhilling to make as many as needed in order to succeed…

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