My Little Fortress 2

by NotSlenderman

First published January 1st, 1970 00:00

The same, boring setup. RED team senselessly beating BLU team while the latter repeats. It's all a normal, no-reason war waging within the confines of the Arizona-Kentucky area. Seems like nothing could ever go wrong, nothing but the normal headshot of a Teammate, or the spontaneous-combustion of a Scout standing inches from you. Something does, for once. But, in the end, two groups of highly trained warriors and courageous fighters learn about friendship.

Author's notes:

Yeah, you're eyes are perceiving pixelated text correctly. This is ANOTHER FUCKING TF2 FIC. I began work on this on a very late Saturday night, there was alcohol, Shouting, Laptop screens with ponies on them, and a HUGE amount of TF2. Nuff' said.

What I'm doing is kinda experimental, not really used to writing shiz-niz about video games. Expect more TF2 from me, but, don't get impatient.

Anywho, enjoy the first of many TF2 Themed stories! ^^

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MY LITTLE FORTRESS 2

A short story of War, and Ponies, and Friendship

By NotSlenderman

"Hahaha! Cry some' more!"

The towering BLU Heavy Weapons Guy shouted, nearly rupturing a lung in the process, like always. In a raised, wooden room, a lone RED Sniper sit, waiting for the perfect moment to pierce the large Russian man's skull with a 3" Millimeter sniper round. A bead of sweat appeared on his brow, concentration growing. His palms getting clammy, his eye getting twitchy.

Now or never

He squeezed the trigger. One second, he looked through his scope to see the devilishly smiling heavy weapons guy, the next, fragments of tooth, flesh, and bone splattered on the wall behind him. Another job done. Now all he had to do was track down another BLU team member-

SLASH!

just as soon as the Sniper had ended the Heavy's life, the Sniper lay dead on the floor, back-stabbed. The Spy, now smiling at the scene he had made, took the notion of disguising himself as his fallen victim. He did so, and ran out of the room, seeing the near-by Engineer alongside his newly built Sentry. A RED Scout was also present in the room, requesting a Dispenser. The spy was debating over Sapping the Sentry, or Backstabbing the Scout. He knew that either would be certain suicide. Pass. He found himself outside, just under were the Sniper had been. A Soldier grabbed the Disguised Spy's shoulder.

"SNIPER! What are you doing out of your nest, soldier?!"

Clearing his throat, the Spy prepared his best Sniper impression.

"Eh, nothing... mate?"

The soldier raised a brow, in puzzlement.

"Nothing? I DON'T TAKE THAT AS AN ANSWER! GET BACK UP THERE, THAT'S AN ORDER!"

The Spy undisguised, and promptly shot the Soldier between the eyes with his long-barreled revolver.

"How is that for sniping, sir?"

The Spy simply chuckled, and cloaked, barely dodging an enemy Heavy. He ran for a nearby control-point, being countered by his involuntary uncloaking. Blame the stock Invisi-watch. The two RED team members abruptly ended their pointless conversation. The two classes, Demo and Medic, faced the now very visible Spy. The Demoman dropped his bottle of "Booz" and grabbed his trusty Grenade launcher. The medic quickly sprinted behind him and began to übercharge him. The Spy had to act quickly. Before he could, two Sticky bombs met the doorway he was standing in and Detonated, thrusting the Spy to the floor. His ears were ringing, and the Demo's shout's weren't any more calming. He was against a wall, bleeding out as the Demo's übercharged fist made an unpleasant contact with the Spy's cheek.

"I'm... I'm not dead yet... YOU DRUNKEN SCOTTISH FOOL!"

The Demo once again screamed at the top of his lungs and ended the poor spy's life then and there. It was the second worst way to go, the first being touching Heavy's Sandvich and getting torn in half.

Funny story... not long ago, a RED Engineer and a RED Heavy were defending the intelligence at their respective base. The Engineer Noticed that the Large Russian had left his Sandvich unattended after making a quick trip to the resupply room... and, of course, a day full of running back and forth between his beloved Sentries and Dispensers ensuring their safety, he had grown a small hunger. If only he would've known that it'd be his last lunch...

Ahem, back on topic, the BLU Spy's teammates had decided to sabotage the RED Demo and Medic after seeing his untimly death, observing from above. One of them, a Sniper equipped with a Huntsman had agreed to take out the Demoman and let the remaining BLU Scout and BLU Soldier finish off the helpless Medic and capture the point.

Something went wrong, though... Before the Sniper could take his shot, a friendly Pyro ambushed the two enemies, lighting the Demo up and "Axtinguishing" the medic with his Fireman's axe.

"Aye mate, you ruined our plan!" The Sniper called out

"Mmmph, mmm mm, mmmph!" The Pyro responded.

The sniper rolled his eyes. The wretched thing was already scary enough as he was. Not understanding him; now that was a big deal. Who cared. As long as he gets his cup of Joe at the end of the day

~Fine del capitolo uno~

(End of Chapter one)