#strangerat

I really liked it when I was making it, now not so much. But I still thought I should post it. ;v; }}

( Brother, please. )

I do

“You know, you might be better at zhis if you gained some veight…”“At first I didn’t vant to shoot you, because you already looked dead. But you’re not, are you? Let me take care of zhat!” “Perhaps you should consider a carreer change, herr. I don’t zhink zhis business suits you. You’d look better in a funeral home. Let mich send you zhere!”

To say RED had gotten off on the wrong foot would be a complete understatement. Friedrich didn't remember a day when RED was failing so horribly. He hadn't seen a single BLU death on the field that day. An explosion here and a snipe there picked off his team one by one, and the Respawn seemed to be working overtime to reconstruct the fallen RED bodies.  He would have joined them, if he hadn't dragged himself into a nearby shack to hide. Coldfront was dotted with them, these little shacks. They stood about the landscape in various degrees of disrepair. This one in particular only had two walls and half a roof- the snow blasted through with ease.  Friedrich pressed his back against the wall. A poorly timed rocket blast had crippled him and left him unable to walk. He had nothing but his Ubersaw to protect him. It would've been more advantageous for his team if he had simply allowed himself to die and Respawn. Unfortunately, his Respawn phobia made sure the doctor avoided it at all costs. The cold helped numb the throbbing pain in his leg. Now, his only desire was to stay down and wait for this nightmarish fight to end. Hopefully, his hiding place wouldn't be discovered...

Klaus, Reinhardt and Conrad.