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This thing on? Haha just kiddin'!
Saw some people I know were on here and figured I'd join as well! If ya don't know me I ain't surprised. Names Ben and I create weapons for Mann Co! Can make anything from as small as a knife to as big as a tank and all ammo in-between! My commissions are always open so if you needa weapon contact me and we can set up a date to meet in Teufort, if ta ain't a merc then I'm not shipping ya weapon.
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//OOC
I want to post this as a reminder that this blog and all my others are LGBT+ and disability safe!
They are also run by someone who is disabled and in the LGBT+ community!
If any of y'all are against the communities you can fuck right off!!! This blog ain't for people against them!!!
"Scout I just found I cool new energy drink!"
He holds out a can of caffeinated alcohol
Ain't that just Kahlua?
"What's that?"
He cracks open the can and starts drinking
It's like a... Y'know Bailey's? Kinda like that but coffee-based. Milk-based liqueur with caffeine in it. Mix it with chocolate milk and it's actually real good.
((please drink responsibly))
Ben was really confused and stopped drinking. He looked at the can and moved his thumb from where it was covering up the alcoholic part.
He blinked a few times before offering the rest of the can to Scout.
"I think I should leave"
"Scout I just found I cool new energy drink!"
He holds out a can of caffeinated alcohol
Ain't that just Kahlua?
"What's that?"
He cracks open the can and starts drinking
Whoever projected their cramps onto me is a bitch!
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*Boss music gets slightly louder*
He detects absolutely nothing amiss.
"Oh, hey! Hey, uh..." He clears his throat. Damn, he's actually trying to be agreeable here and everything. "H-How's that BLU fella been doin'? I, uh...I hope he's, uh, doin' better."
Man, he even feels bad, that's crazy. I can't wait for this character development to get instantly deleted within the next five minutes.
The ghost reels his hand back as far as he can and bitch slaps him. He also drilled a hole into his hand so it didn't have any wind resistance this bitch is on a mission.
He yelps, stumbling back slightly, his face stinging from where Ben's hand had collided with it.
"Agh–! What the hell's the matter with you!?" he snaps, holding a hand over his face. "God!"
"So... Heard every detail on how ya traumatized my friend."
He bitch slaps the man again before grabbing his shirt and making his face nose to nose. It feels extremely cold.
"I'm going to let you go, and you have ten seconds to run and hide before I find and beat your ass. Okay?"
He shoves the other away and starts floating a little as he counts.
"Ten..."
He grunts, a sneer curling up on his lips as he's grabbed.
"Yeah?" he asks. "Reckon he put you up to this. Right when I was startin' to figure I went too hard on 'im?"
He stumbles back as he's shoved away.
"Don't you play games wit' me, boy," he says. "If'n you're gonna give me the treatment I gave him, then get it over with. My papa didn't raise no coward. Reckon the only reason you're even doin' this is 'cause you know it ain't a fair fight."
TW literal possesion
"Oh he didn't put me up to this, he doesn't know I'm doing this. But I can't let ya go after hearing about what you've done."
He grabs Engie's wrist and the Texan can start to feel himself loose control of his body, an evil grin spreading across his face.
"I'm already dead so let's have some fun, cowboy!"
He starts taking more control over Dell's body, it feels disgusting to him but he feels like it needs to be done.
"Y-Yeah, an' figures you'd use filthy tricks like some coward instead of layin' your hands on me like a man," he manages, trying to pull away and finding himself unable to. He almost sounds...scared, as he talks. Just slightly. "What's your plan for after this, buddy? Y-You think there...there won't be any consequences? You think my folks won't find a way to kick you back where it hurts?"
"If they did they'd be kicking you in the dick instead."
He gives a big grin before fully possessing him.
He flexes the Texan's hands and looks around, grinning with Dell's own mouth.
"Now let's have some fun."
He chuckles in his voice before looking around the workshop.
"Wonder what I should use first on ya..."
He looks at the hammers, drills, nails.... oh so many to choose!
*Boss music gets slightly louder*
He detects absolutely nothing amiss.
"Oh, hey! Hey, uh..." He clears his throat. Damn, he's actually trying to be agreeable here and everything. "H-How's that BLU fella been doin'? I, uh...I hope he's, uh, doin' better."
Man, he even feels bad, that's crazy. I can't wait for this character development to get instantly deleted within the next five minutes.
The ghost reels his hand back as far as he can and bitch slaps him. He also drilled a hole into his hand so it didn't have any wind resistance this bitch is on a mission.
He yelps, stumbling back slightly, his face stinging from where Ben's hand had collided with it.
"Agh–! What the hell's the matter with you!?" he snaps, holding a hand over his face. "God!"
"So... Heard every detail on how ya traumatized my friend."
He bitch slaps the man again before grabbing his shirt and making his face nose to nose. It feels extremely cold.
"I'm going to let you go, and you have ten seconds to run and hide before I find and beat your ass. Okay?"
He shoves the other away and starts floating a little as he counts.
"Ten..."
He grunts, a sneer curling up on his lips as he's grabbed.
"Yeah?" he asks. "Reckon he put you up to this. Right when I was startin' to figure I went too hard on 'im?"
He stumbles back as he's shoved away.
"Don't you play games wit' me, boy," he says. "If'n you're gonna give me the treatment I gave him, then get it over with. My papa didn't raise no coward. Reckon the only reason you're even doin' this is 'cause you know it ain't a fair fight."
TW literal possesion
"Oh he didn't put me up to this, he doesn't know I'm doing this. But I can't let ya go after hearing about what you've done."
He grabs Engie's wrist and the Texan can start to feel himself loose control of his body, an evil grin spreading across his face.
"I'm already dead so let's have some fun, cowboy!"
He starts taking more control over Dell's body, it feels disgusting to him but he feels like it needs to be done.
*Boss music gets slightly louder*
He detects absolutely nothing amiss.
"Oh, hey! Hey, uh..." He clears his throat. Damn, he's actually trying to be agreeable here and everything. "H-How's that BLU fella been doin'? I, uh...I hope he's, uh, doin' better."
Man, he even feels bad, that's crazy. I can't wait for this character development to get instantly deleted within the next five minutes.
The ghost reels his hand back as far as he can and bitch slaps him. He also drilled a hole into his hand so it didn't have any wind resistance this bitch is on a mission.
He yelps, stumbling back slightly, his face stinging from where Ben's hand had collided with it.
"Agh–! What the hell's the matter with you!?" he snaps, holding a hand over his face. "God!"
"So... Heard every detail on how ya traumatized my friend."
He bitch slaps the man again before grabbing his shirt and making his face nose to nose. It feels extremely cold.
"I'm going to let you go, and you have ten seconds to run and hide before I find and beat your ass. Okay?"
He shoves the other away and starts floating a little as he counts.
"Ten..."
*Boss music gets slightly louder*
He detects absolutely nothing amiss.
"Oh, hey! Hey, uh..." He clears his throat. Damn, he's actually trying to be agreeable here and everything. "H-How's that BLU fella been doin'? I, uh...I hope he's, uh, doin' better."
Man, he even feels bad, that's crazy. I can't wait for this character development to get instantly deleted within the next five minutes.
The ghost reels his hand back as far as he can and bitch slaps him. He also drilled a hole into his hand so it didn't have any wind resistance this bitch is on a mission.
//starter for @icecoldinventing
It was a rather peaceful day, the snow creating a fresh blanket on the earth and the serene scene being nice from the bloody ones of battle.
On one of the buildings holding high and strong out here was a missing poster. The paper slightly eroded due to time and snow but some text very clear and a picture.
The picture was of a young man with dark brown hair tied in a low ponytail, his skin fair and freckles dotting his cheeks that had a smile on them. A scar was on his left eyebrow and he was holding something but the ink was smeared.
MISSING
The top said though was slightly damaged, the bottom gave a brief description with some missing details.
"Benjamin Madden last seen on ---- entering his warehouse on ---- ---- ------- broken ----- if found please call 911 or (505) --- ---- -----
Answers to his full name or Ben. Has dark brown hair, light blue eyes, fair skin. Freckles on cheeks and shoulders with a scar on his left eyebrow."
He hesitates. That was sure to cause some discord in that head of his. But, at the same time...
"I...I never told nobody about it before. N-Not even my Soldier knows the...the whole thing, he only knows about as much as you do. An' that's just the stuff about Texas RED."
Because talking about the whole thing, talking about everything else, that requires remembering it. And he doesn't like remembering it. It still feels too recent. Like a sore that's still open and festering.
"I, uh...I reckon...I c-could change that," he mutters. "Might...Might help, honestly. 'Stead of keepin' it in."
The brunette nodded and kept holding the others hands but now in a more deliberate way yet still gentle.
"I'm all ears, and if you feel pain remembering any of it you can squeeze my hands if you want. It's better then possibly hurting yourself."
He gives a soft smile, earlier when Jed was hitting himself was honestly terrifying.
features excerpts from my fic, Frontier Justice, on Ao3 | cw // violence
"...Okay. Okay."
Fuck, this was gonna suck.
"Uh, w-well, there's the first one, th-the one with Texas RED. Dell. I...I kn-know why he did what he did, but...I don't get why he went so far." He took a deep breath. "S-See, I'd built this thing for my team. This...This li'l recordin' device, we was gonna use it to, um, listen in on their plans. Get us an advantage, 'cause we'd been gettin' steamrolled in every battle up to that point. I figured, if we couldn't win by playin' nice, then we'd play dirty instead."
He remembered how excited he'd been when he first came up with it. How excited he'd been when he finished it. He'd gone up to his Soldier with it in his hands, said to him, "Roy, Roy, have a gander at this!" The old jarhead had clapped him on the shoulder and told him, "Son, if you swing this war in our favor, this whole damn base'll owe you their lives."
It was the first time Sarge had ever been truly kind to him.
"I wanted to sneak it in, hide it somewheres they'd be likely to talk about their strategies 'n' their tactics. My Spy – we call him the Phantom, y'know, like the Phantom of the Opera? it was his idea, I don't know – he offered to be the one to sneak it in. I should've let him, I-I know I should've let him, but I figured, hey, everyone'd be asleep an' it'd be easy for me to slip past their sentries and put it in a good spot. I told him I'd be in there five minutes, tops. I-It went well, at first. Snuck in through a gap in the sentries' detection ranges, started headed towards one of their main buildings. A-And...And then..."
His train of thought is cut short by a searing pain in the back of his head, radiating through his skull and throbbing like he'd been hit by a truck. His vision blurs as he looks through his goggles for what had done it. He stumbles, and as his sight fades, it seems like he's looking into a mirror.
"You sit on down now, son," he hears his own voice say. But it's not his voice. "I'm gonna show you what happens to people what sneak into our base. What happens to trespassers."
With a heavy thud, the BLU collapses to the ground, vision and faculties failing him.
He swallows down a wad of spit. He could still feel the way his head throbbed if he thought about it too hard.
"He smacked me in t'head. Knocked me out cold, or...or at least I think he did. When I woke up, he was just standin' there, starin' at me. I still don't know what happened to the thing I built. All I know is, he was lookin' at me like I was the Devil in disguise. I...I think he thought I was tryin' to hurt his team. Wh-Which, I guess in a way I was, but...I think he thought I was plantin' a...a bomb, or somethin'."
The RED team's Engineer stands over him, staring at him with a blank look on his face, his wrench, the Southern Hospitality, clutched in his hand. The back side of the wrench's head is marked with his blood, and as he puts the pieces together as to what happened, he finally manages to squeak out a sentence.
"Why ain't I dead?" he asks, his voice shaking despite his attempts to conceal it.
That earns the slightest of smiles from the RED Engineer, and he bends down slightly. "Killin' you wouldn't make a point."
"He...He had that wrench of his. The one wit' the blade, an' the the guard wit' the spikes on it. Think he calls it the Southern Hospitality. I have one, too, it, uh...It makes ya bleed real bad. Tears you up."
He hesitates to continue. He sits on those words, glancing up at Ben like he's looking for approval to continue. ...Or maybe encouragement.
Ben looks absolutely horrified and like he's secretly planning something but he gently squeezes Jed's hands as if saying 'continue'.
He's going to wait until his friend finishes before saying anything, however he wants his friend to know that he's here for him.
more excerpts, huzzah | cw // graphic violence, gore, flashbacks, repetition
Okay. Okay. He could do this.
Ben didn't know what to do so tried to snap him out of it by one way he learned
Say something absurd.
"Hey hey, do you think rutabagas taste like dirt cherries?"
Not that stupid you fucking dumbass
He glances up at Ben, a bewildered glint in his eyes. It had worked well enough to get him out of his own head, and he asks, "Huh..?"
He pauses.
"...Wh...What d'you mean..?"
The shorter looks deeply relieved and holds Jed's hands once more.
"You were in your head remembering what happened, Jed. I didn't really know how else to snap you out of it instead of saying something strange. Get ya mind to focus on something else ya know?"
He smiles though in his mind he is going to beat the everloving shit out of Red Engineer later, but right now his friend needs him and that's more important.
"I...I reckon so."
He fidgets, uncertain of where to go from here.
After a moment, he continues, "He...He finally realized he'd gone too far when I couldn't do nothin'. Finally just shot me an' sent me back to respawn."
He sniffles.
"I, uh...Fell asleep in our resupply. I...I's just so tired an' I couldn't see nothin', so I just...conked out right then an' there. When I woke up I was in m' bed. Sarge said he carried me to my room when he saw me come outta there lookin' confused."
Ben just listen and carefully wiped away some tears that fell down the Texan's face and he hugged the other with a comforting squeeze.
"He's a bitch for doing all that to you, you didn't deserve any of that and frankly he deserves to pay the price."
He looks into Jed's eyes and smiles reassuringly.
"But for now I think we both need some TLC, do you want me to do anything specific for you?"
"N-No, no, I think...I think I just need to take a bit to calm down. I'll be okay." He goes quiet for a moment. He seems to be thinking about something. "I wish me an' him got along better. I mean, he's not done nothin' to me since that night, an' I think the only reason it bothers me as much as it does is 'cause I had just barely finished cookin' when it happened. Jus' wish I could talk to 'im. I see Sarge talkin' to that Soldier of RED's, an' I know Sarge ain't a clone, but they look real, real similar, an'...I dunno. Makes me...envy 'em, I guess."
He nods even though he can't personally understand he is willing to listen and silently offers his full support and care.
"I don't blame ya for feeling that way, the trauma from the event won't be easy to get over but it may lessen as time goes on and with a support system of people who truly care about you."
He gives a warm smile though he doesn't fully know if that will work. Yes it's been time for him but he still can't get over it, he needs to be strong for others though right now.
A ghost can wait, a living being cannot.
He nods slightly.
"Y-Yeah, I guess so. I, uh...I hope you're right."
He smiles back, just slightly. He really, really hopes Ben is right. He feels like he's useless to his team, just because he can't get over something that happened ages ago.
"Hey, uh...Thanks for...listenin'. An' puttin' up with me. Means a lot."
"Of course, that's what friends are for right?"
He asked with a big smile and hugs him once more. He'll help his friend in any way he can.
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//starter for @icecoldinventing
It was a rather peaceful day, the snow creating a fresh blanket on the earth and the serene scene being nice from the bloody ones of battle.
On one of the buildings holding high and strong out here was a missing poster. The paper slightly eroded due to time and snow but some text very clear and a picture.
The picture was of a young man with dark brown hair tied in a low ponytail, his skin fair and freckles dotting his cheeks that had a smile on them. A scar was on his left eyebrow and he was holding something but the ink was smeared.
MISSING
The top said though was slightly damaged, the bottom gave a brief description with some missing details.
"Benjamin Madden last seen on ---- entering his warehouse on ---- ---- ------- broken ----- if found please call 911 or (505) --- ---- -----
Answers to his full name or Ben. Has dark brown hair, light blue eyes, fair skin. Freckles on cheeks and shoulders with a scar on his left eyebrow."
He hesitates. That was sure to cause some discord in that head of his. But, at the same time...
"I...I never told nobody about it before. N-Not even my Soldier knows the...the whole thing, he only knows about as much as you do. An' that's just the stuff about Texas RED."
Because talking about the whole thing, talking about everything else, that requires remembering it. And he doesn't like remembering it. It still feels too recent. Like a sore that's still open and festering.
"I, uh...I reckon...I c-could change that," he mutters. "Might...Might help, honestly. 'Stead of keepin' it in."
The brunette nodded and kept holding the others hands but now in a more deliberate way yet still gentle.
"I'm all ears, and if you feel pain remembering any of it you can squeeze my hands if you want. It's better then possibly hurting yourself."
He gives a soft smile, earlier when Jed was hitting himself was honestly terrifying.
features excerpts from my fic, Frontier Justice, on Ao3 | cw // violence
"...Okay. Okay."
Fuck, this was gonna suck.
"Uh, w-well, there's the first one, th-the one with Texas RED. Dell. I...I kn-know why he did what he did, but...I don't get why he went so far." He took a deep breath. "S-See, I'd built this thing for my team. This...This li'l recordin' device, we was gonna use it to, um, listen in on their plans. Get us an advantage, 'cause we'd been gettin' steamrolled in every battle up to that point. I figured, if we couldn't win by playin' nice, then we'd play dirty instead."
He remembered how excited he'd been when he first came up with it. How excited he'd been when he finished it. He'd gone up to his Soldier with it in his hands, said to him, "Roy, Roy, have a gander at this!" The old jarhead had clapped him on the shoulder and told him, "Son, if you swing this war in our favor, this whole damn base'll owe you their lives."
It was the first time Sarge had ever been truly kind to him.
"I wanted to sneak it in, hide it somewheres they'd be likely to talk about their strategies 'n' their tactics. My Spy – we call him the Phantom, y'know, like the Phantom of the Opera? it was his idea, I don't know – he offered to be the one to sneak it in. I should've let him, I-I know I should've let him, but I figured, hey, everyone'd be asleep an' it'd be easy for me to slip past their sentries and put it in a good spot. I told him I'd be in there five minutes, tops. I-It went well, at first. Snuck in through a gap in the sentries' detection ranges, started headed towards one of their main buildings. A-And...And then..."
His train of thought is cut short by a searing pain in the back of his head, radiating through his skull and throbbing like he'd been hit by a truck. His vision blurs as he looks through his goggles for what had done it. He stumbles, and as his sight fades, it seems like he's looking into a mirror.
"You sit on down now, son," he hears his own voice say. But it's not his voice. "I'm gonna show you what happens to people what sneak into our base. What happens to trespassers."
With a heavy thud, the BLU collapses to the ground, vision and faculties failing him.
He swallows down a wad of spit. He could still feel the way his head throbbed if he thought about it too hard.
"He smacked me in t'head. Knocked me out cold, or...or at least I think he did. When I woke up, he was just standin' there, starin' at me. I still don't know what happened to the thing I built. All I know is, he was lookin' at me like I was the Devil in disguise. I...I think he thought I was tryin' to hurt his team. Wh-Which, I guess in a way I was, but...I think he thought I was plantin' a...a bomb, or somethin'."
The RED team's Engineer stands over him, staring at him with a blank look on his face, his wrench, the Southern Hospitality, clutched in his hand. The back side of the wrench's head is marked with his blood, and as he puts the pieces together as to what happened, he finally manages to squeak out a sentence.
"Why ain't I dead?" he asks, his voice shaking despite his attempts to conceal it.
That earns the slightest of smiles from the RED Engineer, and he bends down slightly. "Killin' you wouldn't make a point."
"He...He had that wrench of his. The one wit' the blade, an' the the guard wit' the spikes on it. Think he calls it the Southern Hospitality. I have one, too, it, uh...It makes ya bleed real bad. Tears you up."
He hesitates to continue. He sits on those words, glancing up at Ben like he's looking for approval to continue. ...Or maybe encouragement.
Ben looks absolutely horrified and like he's secretly planning something but he gently squeezes Jed's hands as if saying 'continue'.
He's going to wait until his friend finishes before saying anything, however he wants his friend to know that he's here for him.
more excerpts, huzzah | cw // graphic violence, gore, flashbacks, repetition
Okay. Okay. He could do this.
Ben didn't know what to do so tried to snap him out of it by one way he learned
Say something absurd.
"Hey hey, do you think rutabagas taste like dirt cherries?"
Not that stupid you fucking dumbass
He glances up at Ben, a bewildered glint in his eyes. It had worked well enough to get him out of his own head, and he asks, "Huh..?"
He pauses.
"...Wh...What d'you mean..?"
The shorter looks deeply relieved and holds Jed's hands once more.
"You were in your head remembering what happened, Jed. I didn't really know how else to snap you out of it instead of saying something strange. Get ya mind to focus on something else ya know?"
He smiles though in his mind he is going to beat the everloving shit out of Red Engineer later, but right now his friend needs him and that's more important.
"I...I reckon so."
He fidgets, uncertain of where to go from here.
After a moment, he continues, "He...He finally realized he'd gone too far when I couldn't do nothin'. Finally just shot me an' sent me back to respawn."
He sniffles.
"I, uh...Fell asleep in our resupply. I...I's just so tired an' I couldn't see nothin', so I just...conked out right then an' there. When I woke up I was in m' bed. Sarge said he carried me to my room when he saw me come outta there lookin' confused."
Ben just listen and carefully wiped away some tears that fell down the Texan's face and he hugged the other with a comforting squeeze.
"He's a bitch for doing all that to you, you didn't deserve any of that and frankly he deserves to pay the price."
He looks into Jed's eyes and smiles reassuringly.
"But for now I think we both need some TLC, do you want me to do anything specific for you?"
"N-No, no, I think...I think I just need to take a bit to calm down. I'll be okay." He goes quiet for a moment. He seems to be thinking about something. "I wish me an' him got along better. I mean, he's not done nothin' to me since that night, an' I think the only reason it bothers me as much as it does is 'cause I had just barely finished cookin' when it happened. Jus' wish I could talk to 'im. I see Sarge talkin' to that Soldier of RED's, an' I know Sarge ain't a clone, but they look real, real similar, an'...I dunno. Makes me...envy 'em, I guess."
He nods even though he can't personally understand he is willing to listen and silently offers his full support and care.
"I don't blame ya for feeling that way, the trauma from the event won't be easy to get over but it may lessen as time goes on and with a support system of people who truly care about you."
He gives a warm smile though he doesn't fully know if that will work. Yes it's been time for him but he still can't get over it, he needs to be strong for others though right now.
A ghost can wait, a living being cannot.
//starter for @icecoldinventing
It was a rather peaceful day, the snow creating a fresh blanket on the earth and the serene scene being nice from the bloody ones of battle.
On one of the buildings holding high and strong out here was a missing poster. The paper slightly eroded due to time and snow but some text very clear and a picture.
The picture was of a young man with dark brown hair tied in a low ponytail, his skin fair and freckles dotting his cheeks that had a smile on them. A scar was on his left eyebrow and he was holding something but the ink was smeared.
MISSING
The top said though was slightly damaged, the bottom gave a brief description with some missing details.
"Benjamin Madden last seen on ---- entering his warehouse on ---- ---- ------- broken ----- if found please call 911 or (505) --- ---- -----
Answers to his full name or Ben. Has dark brown hair, light blue eyes, fair skin. Freckles on cheeks and shoulders with a scar on his left eyebrow."
He hesitates. That was sure to cause some discord in that head of his. But, at the same time...
"I...I never told nobody about it before. N-Not even my Soldier knows the...the whole thing, he only knows about as much as you do. An' that's just the stuff about Texas RED."
Because talking about the whole thing, talking about everything else, that requires remembering it. And he doesn't like remembering it. It still feels too recent. Like a sore that's still open and festering.
"I, uh...I reckon...I c-could change that," he mutters. "Might...Might help, honestly. 'Stead of keepin' it in."
The brunette nodded and kept holding the others hands but now in a more deliberate way yet still gentle.
"I'm all ears, and if you feel pain remembering any of it you can squeeze my hands if you want. It's better then possibly hurting yourself."
He gives a soft smile, earlier when Jed was hitting himself was honestly terrifying.
features excerpts from my fic, Frontier Justice, on Ao3 | cw // violence
"...Okay. Okay."
Fuck, this was gonna suck.
"Uh, w-well, there's the first one, th-the one with Texas RED. Dell. I...I kn-know why he did what he did, but...I don't get why he went so far." He took a deep breath. "S-See, I'd built this thing for my team. This...This li'l recordin' device, we was gonna use it to, um, listen in on their plans. Get us an advantage, 'cause we'd been gettin' steamrolled in every battle up to that point. I figured, if we couldn't win by playin' nice, then we'd play dirty instead."
He remembered how excited he'd been when he first came up with it. How excited he'd been when he finished it. He'd gone up to his Soldier with it in his hands, said to him, "Roy, Roy, have a gander at this!" The old jarhead had clapped him on the shoulder and told him, "Son, if you swing this war in our favor, this whole damn base'll owe you their lives."
It was the first time Sarge had ever been truly kind to him.
"I wanted to sneak it in, hide it somewheres they'd be likely to talk about their strategies 'n' their tactics. My Spy – we call him the Phantom, y'know, like the Phantom of the Opera? it was his idea, I don't know – he offered to be the one to sneak it in. I should've let him, I-I know I should've let him, but I figured, hey, everyone'd be asleep an' it'd be easy for me to slip past their sentries and put it in a good spot. I told him I'd be in there five minutes, tops. I-It went well, at first. Snuck in through a gap in the sentries' detection ranges, started headed towards one of their main buildings. A-And...And then..."
His train of thought is cut short by a searing pain in the back of his head, radiating through his skull and throbbing like he'd been hit by a truck. His vision blurs as he looks through his goggles for what had done it. He stumbles, and as his sight fades, it seems like he's looking into a mirror.
"You sit on down now, son," he hears his own voice say. But it's not his voice. "I'm gonna show you what happens to people what sneak into our base. What happens to trespassers."
With a heavy thud, the BLU collapses to the ground, vision and faculties failing him.
He swallows down a wad of spit. He could still feel the way his head throbbed if he thought about it too hard.
"He smacked me in t'head. Knocked me out cold, or...or at least I think he did. When I woke up, he was just standin' there, starin' at me. I still don't know what happened to the thing I built. All I know is, he was lookin' at me like I was the Devil in disguise. I...I think he thought I was tryin' to hurt his team. Wh-Which, I guess in a way I was, but...I think he thought I was plantin' a...a bomb, or somethin'."
The RED team's Engineer stands over him, staring at him with a blank look on his face, his wrench, the Southern Hospitality, clutched in his hand. The back side of the wrench's head is marked with his blood, and as he puts the pieces together as to what happened, he finally manages to squeak out a sentence.
"Why ain't I dead?" he asks, his voice shaking despite his attempts to conceal it.
That earns the slightest of smiles from the RED Engineer, and he bends down slightly. "Killin' you wouldn't make a point."
"He...He had that wrench of his. The one wit' the blade, an' the the guard wit' the spikes on it. Think he calls it the Southern Hospitality. I have one, too, it, uh...It makes ya bleed real bad. Tears you up."
He hesitates to continue. He sits on those words, glancing up at Ben like he's looking for approval to continue. ...Or maybe encouragement.
Ben looks absolutely horrified and like he's secretly planning something but he gently squeezes Jed's hands as if saying 'continue'.
He's going to wait until his friend finishes before saying anything, however he wants his friend to know that he's here for him.
more excerpts, huzzah | cw // graphic violence, gore, flashbacks, repetition
Okay. Okay. He could do this.
Ben didn't know what to do so tried to snap him out of it by one way he learned
Say something absurd.
"Hey hey, do you think rutabagas taste like dirt cherries?"
Not that stupid you fucking dumbass
He glances up at Ben, a bewildered glint in his eyes. It had worked well enough to get him out of his own head, and he asks, "Huh..?"
He pauses.
"...Wh...What d'you mean..?"
The shorter looks deeply relieved and holds Jed's hands once more.
"You were in your head remembering what happened, Jed. I didn't really know how else to snap you out of it instead of saying something strange. Get ya mind to focus on something else ya know?"
He smiles though in his mind he is going to beat the everloving shit out of Red Engineer later, but right now his friend needs him and that's more important.
"I...I reckon so."
He fidgets, uncertain of where to go from here.
After a moment, he continues, "He...He finally realized he'd gone too far when I couldn't do nothin'. Finally just shot me an' sent me back to respawn."
He sniffles.
"I, uh...Fell asleep in our resupply. I...I's just so tired an' I couldn't see nothin', so I just...conked out right then an' there. When I woke up I was in m' bed. Sarge said he carried me to my room when he saw me come outta there lookin' confused."
Ben just listen and carefully wiped away some tears that fell down the Texan's face and he hugged the other with a comforting squeeze.
"He's a bitch for doing all that to you, you didn't deserve any of that and frankly he deserves to pay the price."
He looks into Jed's eyes and smiles reassuringly.
"But for now I think we both need some TLC, do you want me to do anything specific for you?"
//starter for @icecoldinventing
It was a rather peaceful day, the snow creating a fresh blanket on the earth and the serene scene being nice from the bloody ones of battle.
On one of the buildings holding high and strong out here was a missing poster. The paper slightly eroded due to time and snow but some text very clear and a picture.
The picture was of a young man with dark brown hair tied in a low ponytail, his skin fair and freckles dotting his cheeks that had a smile on them. A scar was on his left eyebrow and he was holding something but the ink was smeared.
MISSING
The top said though was slightly damaged, the bottom gave a brief description with some missing details.
"Benjamin Madden last seen on ---- entering his warehouse on ---- ---- ------- broken ----- if found please call 911 or (505) --- ---- -----
Answers to his full name or Ben. Has dark brown hair, light blue eyes, fair skin. Freckles on cheeks and shoulders with a scar on his left eyebrow."
He hesitates. That was sure to cause some discord in that head of his. But, at the same time...
"I...I never told nobody about it before. N-Not even my Soldier knows the...the whole thing, he only knows about as much as you do. An' that's just the stuff about Texas RED."
Because talking about the whole thing, talking about everything else, that requires remembering it. And he doesn't like remembering it. It still feels too recent. Like a sore that's still open and festering.
"I, uh...I reckon...I c-could change that," he mutters. "Might...Might help, honestly. 'Stead of keepin' it in."
The brunette nodded and kept holding the others hands but now in a more deliberate way yet still gentle.
"I'm all ears, and if you feel pain remembering any of it you can squeeze my hands if you want. It's better then possibly hurting yourself."
He gives a soft smile, earlier when Jed was hitting himself was honestly terrifying.
features excerpts from my fic, Frontier Justice, on Ao3 | cw // violence
"...Okay. Okay."
Fuck, this was gonna suck.
"Uh, w-well, there's the first one, th-the one with Texas RED. Dell. I...I kn-know why he did what he did, but...I don't get why he went so far." He took a deep breath. "S-See, I'd built this thing for my team. This...This li'l recordin' device, we was gonna use it to, um, listen in on their plans. Get us an advantage, 'cause we'd been gettin' steamrolled in every battle up to that point. I figured, if we couldn't win by playin' nice, then we'd play dirty instead."
He remembered how excited he'd been when he first came up with it. How excited he'd been when he finished it. He'd gone up to his Soldier with it in his hands, said to him, "Roy, Roy, have a gander at this!" The old jarhead had clapped him on the shoulder and told him, "Son, if you swing this war in our favor, this whole damn base'll owe you their lives."
It was the first time Sarge had ever been truly kind to him.
"I wanted to sneak it in, hide it somewheres they'd be likely to talk about their strategies 'n' their tactics. My Spy – we call him the Phantom, y'know, like the Phantom of the Opera? it was his idea, I don't know – he offered to be the one to sneak it in. I should've let him, I-I know I should've let him, but I figured, hey, everyone'd be asleep an' it'd be easy for me to slip past their sentries and put it in a good spot. I told him I'd be in there five minutes, tops. I-It went well, at first. Snuck in through a gap in the sentries' detection ranges, started headed towards one of their main buildings. A-And...And then..."
His train of thought is cut short by a searing pain in the back of his head, radiating through his skull and throbbing like he'd been hit by a truck. His vision blurs as he looks through his goggles for what had done it. He stumbles, and as his sight fades, it seems like he's looking into a mirror.
"You sit on down now, son," he hears his own voice say. But it's not his voice. "I'm gonna show you what happens to people what sneak into our base. What happens to trespassers."
With a heavy thud, the BLU collapses to the ground, vision and faculties failing him.
He swallows down a wad of spit. He could still feel the way his head throbbed if he thought about it too hard.
"He smacked me in t'head. Knocked me out cold, or...or at least I think he did. When I woke up, he was just standin' there, starin' at me. I still don't know what happened to the thing I built. All I know is, he was lookin' at me like I was the Devil in disguise. I...I think he thought I was tryin' to hurt his team. Wh-Which, I guess in a way I was, but...I think he thought I was plantin' a...a bomb, or somethin'."
The RED team's Engineer stands over him, staring at him with a blank look on his face, his wrench, the Southern Hospitality, clutched in his hand. The back side of the wrench's head is marked with his blood, and as he puts the pieces together as to what happened, he finally manages to squeak out a sentence.
"Why ain't I dead?" he asks, his voice shaking despite his attempts to conceal it.
That earns the slightest of smiles from the RED Engineer, and he bends down slightly. "Killin' you wouldn't make a point."
"He...He had that wrench of his. The one wit' the blade, an' the the guard wit' the spikes on it. Think he calls it the Southern Hospitality. I have one, too, it, uh...It makes ya bleed real bad. Tears you up."
He hesitates to continue. He sits on those words, glancing up at Ben like he's looking for approval to continue. ...Or maybe encouragement.
Ben looks absolutely horrified and like he's secretly planning something but he gently squeezes Jed's hands as if saying 'continue'.
He's going to wait until his friend finishes before saying anything, however he wants his friend to know that he's here for him.
more excerpts, huzzah | cw // graphic violence, gore, flashbacks, repetition
Okay. Okay. He could do this.
Ben didn't know what to do so tried to snap him out of it by one way he learned
Say something absurd.
"Hey hey, do you think rutabagas taste like dirt cherries?"
Not that stupid you fucking dumbass
He glances up at Ben, a bewildered glint in his eyes. It had worked well enough to get him out of his own head, and he asks, "Huh..?"
He pauses.
"...Wh...What d'you mean..?"
The shorter looks deeply relieved and holds Jed's hands once more.
"You were in your head remembering what happened, Jed. I didn't really know how else to snap you out of it instead of saying something strange. Get ya mind to focus on something else ya know?"
He smiles though in his mind he is going to beat the everloving shit out of Red Engineer later, but right now his friend needs him and that's more important.
"I...I reckon so."
He fidgets, uncertain of where to go from here.
After a moment, he continues, "He...He finally realized he'd gone too far when I couldn't do nothin'. Finally just shot me an' sent me back to respawn."
He sniffles.
"I, uh...Fell asleep in our resupply. I...I's just so tired an' I couldn't see nothin', so I just...conked out right then an' there. When I woke up I was in m' bed. Sarge said he carried me to my room when he saw me come outta there lookin' confused."
//starter for @icecoldinventing
It was a rather peaceful day, the snow creating a fresh blanket on the earth and the serene scene being nice from the bloody ones of battle.
On one of the buildings holding high and strong out here was a missing poster. The paper slightly eroded due to time and snow but some text very clear and a picture.
The picture was of a young man with dark brown hair tied in a low ponytail, his skin fair and freckles dotting his cheeks that had a smile on them. A scar was on his left eyebrow and he was holding something but the ink was smeared.
MISSING
The top said though was slightly damaged, the bottom gave a brief description with some missing details.
"Benjamin Madden last seen on ---- entering his warehouse on ---- ---- ------- broken ----- if found please call 911 or (505) --- ---- -----
Answers to his full name or Ben. Has dark brown hair, light blue eyes, fair skin. Freckles on cheeks and shoulders with a scar on his left eyebrow."
He hesitates. That was sure to cause some discord in that head of his. But, at the same time...
"I...I never told nobody about it before. N-Not even my Soldier knows the...the whole thing, he only knows about as much as you do. An' that's just the stuff about Texas RED."
Because talking about the whole thing, talking about everything else, that requires remembering it. And he doesn't like remembering it. It still feels too recent. Like a sore that's still open and festering.
"I, uh...I reckon...I c-could change that," he mutters. "Might...Might help, honestly. 'Stead of keepin' it in."
The brunette nodded and kept holding the others hands but now in a more deliberate way yet still gentle.
"I'm all ears, and if you feel pain remembering any of it you can squeeze my hands if you want. It's better then possibly hurting yourself."
He gives a soft smile, earlier when Jed was hitting himself was honestly terrifying.
features excerpts from my fic, Frontier Justice, on Ao3 | cw // violence
"...Okay. Okay."
Fuck, this was gonna suck.
"Uh, w-well, there's the first one, th-the one with Texas RED. Dell. I...I kn-know why he did what he did, but...I don't get why he went so far." He took a deep breath. "S-See, I'd built this thing for my team. This...This li'l recordin' device, we was gonna use it to, um, listen in on their plans. Get us an advantage, 'cause we'd been gettin' steamrolled in every battle up to that point. I figured, if we couldn't win by playin' nice, then we'd play dirty instead."
He remembered how excited he'd been when he first came up with it. How excited he'd been when he finished it. He'd gone up to his Soldier with it in his hands, said to him, "Roy, Roy, have a gander at this!" The old jarhead had clapped him on the shoulder and told him, "Son, if you swing this war in our favor, this whole damn base'll owe you their lives."
It was the first time Sarge had ever been truly kind to him.
"I wanted to sneak it in, hide it somewheres they'd be likely to talk about their strategies 'n' their tactics. My Spy – we call him the Phantom, y'know, like the Phantom of the Opera? it was his idea, I don't know – he offered to be the one to sneak it in. I should've let him, I-I know I should've let him, but I figured, hey, everyone'd be asleep an' it'd be easy for me to slip past their sentries and put it in a good spot. I told him I'd be in there five minutes, tops. I-It went well, at first. Snuck in through a gap in the sentries' detection ranges, started headed towards one of their main buildings. A-And...And then..."
His train of thought is cut short by a searing pain in the back of his head, radiating through his skull and throbbing like he'd been hit by a truck. His vision blurs as he looks through his goggles for what had done it. He stumbles, and as his sight fades, it seems like he's looking into a mirror.
"You sit on down now, son," he hears his own voice say. But it's not his voice. "I'm gonna show you what happens to people what sneak into our base. What happens to trespassers."
With a heavy thud, the BLU collapses to the ground, vision and faculties failing him.
He swallows down a wad of spit. He could still feel the way his head throbbed if he thought about it too hard.
"He smacked me in t'head. Knocked me out cold, or...or at least I think he did. When I woke up, he was just standin' there, starin' at me. I still don't know what happened to the thing I built. All I know is, he was lookin' at me like I was the Devil in disguise. I...I think he thought I was tryin' to hurt his team. Wh-Which, I guess in a way I was, but...I think he thought I was plantin' a...a bomb, or somethin'."
The RED team's Engineer stands over him, staring at him with a blank look on his face, his wrench, the Southern Hospitality, clutched in his hand. The back side of the wrench's head is marked with his blood, and as he puts the pieces together as to what happened, he finally manages to squeak out a sentence.
"Why ain't I dead?" he asks, his voice shaking despite his attempts to conceal it.
That earns the slightest of smiles from the RED Engineer, and he bends down slightly. "Killin' you wouldn't make a point."
"He...He had that wrench of his. The one wit' the blade, an' the the guard wit' the spikes on it. Think he calls it the Southern Hospitality. I have one, too, it, uh...It makes ya bleed real bad. Tears you up."
He hesitates to continue. He sits on those words, glancing up at Ben like he's looking for approval to continue. ...Or maybe encouragement.
Ben looks absolutely horrified and like he's secretly planning something but he gently squeezes Jed's hands as if saying 'continue'.
He's going to wait until his friend finishes before saying anything, however he wants his friend to know that he's here for him.
more excerpts, huzzah | cw // graphic violence, gore, flashbacks, repetition
Okay. Okay. He could do this.
Ben didn't know what to do so tried to snap him out of it by one way he learned
Say something absurd.
"Hey hey, do you think rutabagas taste like dirt cherries?"
Not that stupid you fucking dumbass
He glances up at Ben, a bewildered glint in his eyes. It had worked well enough to get him out of his own head, and he asks, "Huh..?"
He pauses.
"...Wh...What d'you mean..?"
The shorter looks deeply relieved and holds Jed's hands once more.
"You were in your head remembering what happened, Jed. I didn't really know how else to snap you out of it instead of saying something strange. Get ya mind to focus on something else ya know?"
He smiles though in his mind he is going to beat the everloving shit out of Red Engineer later, but right now his friend needs him and that's more important.
So what I'm hearing is floor safe. Got it. Don't worry bro, we'll get you a protected little floor safe so you can slam a bit H's hands in it if she tries to take them for granted again.
(Was it Bianca btw? I bet it was Bianca, she's a serial lunch thief too. You'd think she'd learn after the brown salsa incident but I guess not)
Thank you, and it was Brain. The one with that kinda dirty baseball cap he always wears and the beard that looks like it was burnt.
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Wait, you bring snacks to work that you leave in a shared access space??
Omfg okay I'm getting you a snack safe, let me talk to Genevieve real quick, she'll hook you up.
I appreciate it but there's no need! My work station isn't exactly shared, it's kinda like a private one except there's no wall on one part for safety reasons and to move bigger projects more easily. There's actually this thing attached to the roof that you can attach ropes to and help ya carry bigger stuff through the weapons department.
Anyway everyone knows it's my assigned work space however to act like my snacks are for free taking pissed me TF off. The only snacks you can take without asking are the ones meant for people waiting for their weapons or to take a break from the computer work.
If you guys ask I'll be happy you give you some of my snacks, just ask first for leave a note if you're in a hurry please.
Some bitch at work told me I should restock on my snacks while taking one of my fucking snack cakes without asking.
So this goes to all of Mann Co.
FUCKING LAY OFF MY SNACKS!!! FUCKING ASK FIRST I AIN'T THE DEPARTMENT HEAD FOR NO REASON!!
In a deadly serious tone, without a lick of hesitation: "There are some countries that used to or still do cut off your hand for the crime of theft. Take notes."
...Okay. So. Maybe don't listen to the convicted war criminal on how to, y'know, handle these issues. Yikes.
He looks like he's considering it
Sarge gets the slightest sensation that he's considering it, and that's enough for him. As far as he's concerned, 'no' is not an answer.
"You can borrow my shovel. ...Actually, no, you can't. I don't want you touching it, I need it in case I need to teach some filthy, sap-sucking coward a lesson. I do have...a knife! I have a knife! Or, alternatively, you will go bother my lead-poisoned, rather fetching counterpart for his shovel."
Excuse you??
"He's stupid enough, I think he will hand it over."
Okay that makes Ben pause and then gestures to his workspace.
"What... what do you think I do for a living???"
He's just confused now on how the guy didn't see the multitude of weapons he built and was building.
Without missing a beat, "You make toys for a living."
Damn. THIS is the guy that Jed likes?? He's...such an asshole...
"If I wanted to have fun, I would get out my–"
Okay, Sarge, you can't say that. We're not saying that.
"Point is, you need something reliable! A shovel is reliable! And surprisingly effective at relieving a man of his extremities."
Ben looks so mad and grabs a slab of metal as he starts stomping over, you could swear steam was coming out of him nose.
"Oh I think I found something that'll do just the trick!"
Without a second though he holds it up high an-
BONK!
He stumbles a bit as the metal smacks into the campaign hat atop his head, but by some miracle, he doesn't go down. He quite literally shakes it off, and then just...grins.
"C'mere, cupcake."
I fear all this has done to this jarhead is piss him off, because he is going to PROMPTLY seize Ben by the front of the shirt, lifting him about as far into the air as a man standing at 6 feet, 4 inches tall can do.
"If you were one of my men, you'd be cleaning the latrines for that little stunt, you yellow-bellied, pansy-ass-hitting maggot."
He pauses for a moment. Stares at Ben through his (now mildly damaged) sunglasses. And then, he nods.
"I like you."
Oh. Okay, cool. Guess he's about as confusing as any other Soldier, huh? Arguably moreso, considering he's (allegedly) of sound mind.
Ben.exe has stopped working lmao
