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Spy doesn’t know how long it’s been since he’s last seen his team, but it’s felt like years. He has no sense of time, locked in a fridge without any way to keep track of the days, months, or even years passing. He doesn’t know when it’s day or night, or when a match has started or ended. Trivial things that he took for granted before, but now can’t stop thinking of.
It’s too quiet, another thing he wouldn’t have ever thought he’d complain about. He always told Scout to shut up or Soldier to quiet down but now it feels empty. He’d do anything to hear his teammates voices again.
He stares at the door infront of him, grey, like everything else around him. Apart from the bright red organs that red Medic has lying around. They smelled atrocious at first, and he’s sure they still do, but he’s grown accustomed to it.
He spends all day staring at the door, alone, silent. It’s the worst form of torture. Worse than having his head cut off, worse than not being able to die. He hates the isolation, he hates being alone. To think he would ever say that. Like enjoying the silence, Spy always valued his alone time. But now it’s too much.
And on the occasion that he sees someone, anyone, it’s always red Medic. He’s grown a particular hatred towards the man. Of course Spy never liked him, since he’s on the opposing team, but he never had a reason to have a grudge against him. Not until now anyways.
And when Medic does show up he never spares Spy a second glance, reaching in to grab a new heart or liver that he stole off of some poor animal and immediately closing the door after him.
Sometimes there is noise, Spy can faintly hear the voices of people talking in the medical room. But it’s not enough, the humming of the fridge overpowers most of what he can hear. He can hear the clanking of medical supplies, and very faint voices, but he can’t put a name to the voice. He’s sure that one of them is the red Medic and that thought sickens him. He doesn’t want to see the man ever again, but he knows it’s inevitable when he hears footsteps coming towards him.
The door opens and a flood of new light shines through. He stares at red Medic’s face, trying his best to glare at him but he can barely muster the energy to do as much. And he knows no matter how hard he tries he can’t scare Medic, he’s just a head, what can he do to harm the man. Nothing.
Medic, as per usual, pays his no attention and grabs something from the self beneath him before sparing him the shortest glance and closing the door.
And Spy is left alone. Again.