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Spy flicked a cigarette onto the RED Medic’s body, his kunai sticking proudly out the German’s back.
“Wow, you almost healed me to death that time!” He let out a cruel laugh, kicking the REDs bonesaw from the corpse's hand. Spy plucked his weapon from the body, giving it one last ‘good luck’ kick as it disappeared as the doctor respawned.
It had been a productive day for the Frenchman - not only had he got that damn Bushman several times already - the man seemed especially preoccupied scoping that day - he had wracked up near 10 kills on the REDs resident German. The satisfactory fanfare of a domination being music to his ears.
He spotted the RED dashing across the map - probably to get back to his team - well, it wouldn’t hurt to get one more kill..
He quickly cloaked, pulling out his disguise kit as he was invisible, now what to change to..that should work nicely.
He rapidly transformed into a picture perfect copy of the RED Scout - who he had conveniently just seen being blown to bits by the BLU Demoman. Time for a show.
“Doc! Over here!” Oh, how easy it was to trick the REDs into playing into his plan, he almost had to stop himself from laughing as Medic jogged over - clearly annoyed.
“What is it Scout? I’m busy.” The German had a dangerous glint in his eye, his newly- respawned bonesaw in his clutches. Spy just knew his knuckles were white under the red rubber gloves.
“I heard a Spy around here! Thought you’d want a revenge kill an’ all.” Said ‘Scout’, honestly he was surprised Medic hadn’t already tried to kill him - his Scout impression was awful .
But nevertheless, the doctor grit his teeth, pushing past him, his bonesaw in a defensive position.
“Thank you for letting me know Junge. I will enjoy this.” Spy raised an eyebrow from under his disguise, pulling out his Kunai for what felt like the millionth time that day. “Where did you say you heard him?”
Spy kept a few paces behind Medic, his hand raised in a way that would lead to an easy attack, the German none the wiser.
“Wait. How did you know the Spy kept killing me? I have not talked to you once this match?”
“I guess ya right, Doc.” The Frenchman jumped forward and lodged the knife securely into Medic’s back, his disguise falling. “Sorry to ‘pop-in’ unannounced.”
The rest of the battle continued with that, Spy getting kill after kill on the doctor - if he were a different man he would feel guilty, too bad he wasn’t.
Though regardless of the Frenchman’s stellar record for the battle - RED still came out on top, as they always did. Spy was a little deterred but he didn’t let it bother him a whole bunch, it wasn’t his fault his team refused to cooperate.
Well, now he just had to hide out till the humiliation round was over, it wouldn’t be too hard since the Pyro had gotten a lucky airblast on him a few seconds before the round ended, he was right at BLU spawn far from where the REDs were celebrating.
Or so he thought.
A hand clamped around his face as he was pulled into a sheltered part of the map, he wouldn’t deny he felt an unfamiliar twinge of anxiety. He was shoved against a wall, a furious Medic now in his view.
“You think you're smart, ja?” The doctor looked positively psychotic , his eyes wild as his grin stretched across his face. “You think you have power over me?”
The voice of the administrator echoed across the field, indicating that the humiliation round was over, a smirk found its way onto Spy’s face.
“I would love for you to compliment my skills longer, Docteur, alas we both know the rules against killing outside of matches.” Spy almost spat in the German’s face - though the glint of unpredictability in the RED’s eye disencouraged him.
“Oh you don’t have to worry about that, Herr Spy.” Medic’s voice was airy, a sinister chuckle forcing itself from his mouth, “I don’t plan on killing anyone!”
Spy’s smirk was very quickly replaced with a grimace, he tried to shift away from the Doctor - though the man’s anger was clearly fueling the strength in him. Maybe he shouldn’t have made his target for the Medic so obvious.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves - I am sure there is some way we can work this out.” Spy kept his voice steady - he was not about to give away his fear to this clear psychopath.
“Oh ja, there is!” Medic began to pull something out his pocket, turning very slightly so it was out of view from the Frenchman. “You see, I have this theory. Und all I need is a test subject!”
The doctor turned back, needle full of a suspicious looking liquid practically spilling out of it. Spy felt himself go a little numb at the sight, his eyes widened in realization.
“And of course I couldn’t risk using one of my own teammates! And I do need someone well..” The way Medic spoke was almost mesmerizing, his tone was one of complete calmness - aside from the hints of insanity that seemed to seep through his words ever so often. It was terrifying . “ Alive . If you see what I am saying.”
“Doctor, let's be rational. I was merely playing the game .”
Medic nodded, very sarcastically , his ‘thinking’ face was practically mocking Spy.
“Hm well, such a shame that you are going to be the one who loses, no?”
Such simple words put him on edge - like he wasn’t already about to fall off the metaphorical cliff anyway.
“Ah well, this has been fun - really. ” Medic gripped onto his upper arm, his hold tight. And it wasn’t like Spy hadn’t tried to escape - unlucky for him his watch had been deactivated during the humiliation round. “But we should not dilly-dally - after all, science does not wait, hm?”
“Doctor-” He was cut off by a pinch in his inner-elbow, the last thing he saw before his vision faded was the pearly white teeth of the RED Medic as his grin practically ripped his face in two.
When he woke he couldn’t feel anything below his neck, and it was weirdly cold, a bright light was shining in his eyes. He instinctively tried to raise a hand to cover his face but..was his hand there?
“Oh wunderbar! You are awake!” Medic’s face was in front of his, smile as wide as ever. “For a second there I was worried that I broke a rule! But I should know never to doubt myself!”
Spy gave him a puzzling look before he took in his surroundings, was- was he in a fridge?! Bottles of beer to the left, a giant heart??! To the right. What on earth had the RED Medic done to him?!
“Well, I was wondering how much of a human could be removed! And my conclusion seems to have matched my hypothesis rather well! You see-”
Spy tuned out the RED, mouth agape as the state of his situation sunk in - the RED Medic was actually clinically insane.
He didn’t care what anyone said - hell, he thought his own Medic was weird! But catching the BLU doctor sneak off into town in his stolen ambulance was one thing - This completely triumphed over anything he had previously thought about the Medic.
“What have you done?!” He finally yelled after hearing enough about whatever ‘ Scientific Breakthrough’ that had taken place!
“I was trying to explain. Ugh all of this and you still have the nerve to act like this.”
Honestly, Spy was baffled, yes this version of the doctor was equally mental as the one on the battlefield - but now he was so casual! The Frenchman almost preferred the more sinister side, this was just uncomfortable !
“But ja, I don’t know where to go with this - I will find a use for you somehow.” Medic smirked, the devilish look coming back. “You would make a great paperweight.”
“Non, nonon Doctor- Just-” Medic closed the fridge before he could finish his sentence, leaving Spy hooked up to whatever dart arts Medic had performed to keep him alive..how he yearned for respawn.
“Well if it isn’t the consequences of my own actions. Mon Dieu. ”
Spy heard a commotion from outside, the doctor clearly speaking with someone.
“Well Heavy, you will be the first to test this.. machine that the Engineer and I have been working on.”
Oh good lord, if the RED Heavy and Medic acted anything like they did on the field, Spy was in for a long ride. He couldn’t stand to sit here as the duo flirted for hours.
“Heavy trusts Doktor. Will make him better in battle, no?”
“Oh of course. I call it, the ‘Über Charge!’”
“Clever name.”
Merde. He had never wanted the damn RED Pyro to airblast him to oblivion more. Well. He better get comfortable.