Teams, ponies and other madness

The Medic seeing as everything was in order in his newly acquired lab checked the time, the sun was coming down. Since his work was done at the moment he decided to listen to his own advice and explore their new residence. Sticking to the mad doctor theme, the first place he decided to check was downstairs, so he descended in what looked like a rather deserted part of the Mann Mannor.

Sniper, after reaching the bottom of the stairs, gently kicked the Engie's side.

"Ya'll right mate?" He asked, wondering exactly how and why did the Engie rolled down on the stairs. What he noticed, was a sudden breeze and the noise what he heard before: it became stronger.

Twilight wondered what was this whole thing.

Being sucked in a portal, then arriving into a cell like room... very unlikely.

She checked on the others, they were fine. Mostly.

"This place... it must be underground..." She muttered and noticed a door what led out of the small room. "That will be the way out of here."

The Spy had just left the Scout in the main lobby, and was exploring the downstairs area when he heard a low hum. Waving it off as one of the Engineer's machines, he inspected a set of paintings he had found. Noticing one of them was crooked, he righted the mistake, only to hear a grinding noise as the blank wall next to the painting sank back and slid out of sight.

"A hidden passage?" He asked aloud. "I wonder where it leads." Pulling out the Dead Ringer that the Medic had given him, he stepped into the unlit hallway. Walking with his hand on the wall, his fingers brushed past a piece of wood. Feeling it, he found it was a torch, which he eagerly lit with his cigarette lighter. The flame blazed to life, and he found that he could see another torch further down the passage. After five more torches he came to a blank wall that slid open when he pulled a lever on the side of the passage. It opened to a small cellar what was completly empty. He noticed a spark of light that went out as soon as he entered, and heard a door close on the other side of the room. Moving quietly, he walked to the other end of the room, inspecting the strange prints that appeared in the dust covered floor.

"It seems zat we have unexpected guests." He muttered.

The Spy was not the only one on the same passage, the Medic was also exploring, a particularly uninteresting journey, he was expecting something to aid in his experiments, so far only boxed rooms and dust greeted him. Up untill a certain corridor where he felt the familiar scent of moss and moisture, it reminded him of his family's old castle. The beautiful memories and nostalgia flooded his veins. His very first dissection, his first patient, his very first abomination. All sweet memories, naturally he pursued the scent ending up in the very corridor Spy was around, it didn't take long to find the hidden passage.

"Oh zis is most interesting, perhaps I can retry one of my youth experiments." He smiled. "Oh Franken Chicken how I miss you." And stepped in the passage.

The Sniper, after got no response from the (luckily still breathing) Engie, thought that he will just go and see what was that breeze.

Breezes not happen underground. He quickly made a torch out of a syringe, a small cloth and some rifle cleaning oil and lit it with the matches for his pipe, then continued his way in the growing darkness of the corridors.

Going even further down, he found an old, library looking room. He checked the room, but there were only just the bookshelves, an old table with a chair and an oil lamp, and a painting on a wall of a hunter.

"Barnabas Hale. Saxton's gramps, eh?" He read the title and shook his head.

He then lit up the oil lamp and sat in the chair.  Taking a deep breath of the damp air, he felt the breeze again, his hair also moved in the light wind.

"Is this?.." He looked at the picture and raised an eyebrow. He felt the breeze agian. "Oh you bagger!"

He got up, walked to the painting and took it off of the wall: a hidden passageway was behind it, only big enough to get through it crouching.

Pulling out his Black Rose butterfly knife, the Spy investigated the strange prints further. They appeared to be the prints of a horse, and there were quite a few prints.

'There are about six of them.' He thought to himself, wondering why horses would be in an old manor such as this. Activating his Cloak and Dagger, he opened the door and followed the prints, pausing on occasion to let it recharge. When he finally caught up with the owners of the prints, he froze on the spot and his jaw dropped, allowing his cigarette to fall out of his mouth, becoming visible again as it fell to the floor.

The Medic reached the lowest part and investigated a little, noticing the prints on the floor and recognizing them as the Spy's, he followed the trail and took a corner.

"Ah comrade I was not expe...er."

The medic froze for once in his life time, he had discovered something so scientifically shocking and impossible it just made him freeze. Asuming the slight unmoving blur to his left to be the Spy he was certain his actions were mimicked. Miniature horses, colorful, adorable miniature horses, along with what he asumed was Barney the dinosaur's retarded cousin sleeping on the cobblestone floor.

One pony in particular, a very adorable butter yellow ...pegasus? With pink mane apparently fainted at his sudden appearance.  (If Big Mac was surprised he didn't show it, the probability of brain damage was highly possible seeing as he had only one face, that showed as much expression as toilet paper. Which also showed possible usefullness in the same way.) The zebra apparently had a cute rosy pink on her cheeks and smelled of something resembling alcohol.

Thoughts of science went through the Medic's head and it took him a lot of willpower not to start cackling like a maniac.

The passageway Sniper has found was getting too long, he was walking (or crouching?..) in it for more than 5 minutes, and even though he used to wait for hours on the same spot, he was bored of he dullness of this small hole.

Then, like if someone heard his thoughts, he saw a light not too away from him.

"I thought it'll never end..." He whispered and quickly closed the distance.

Reaching the source of the light, it appeared to be a gap between a wooden plank and the wall of the passageway he was in, though the way itself went on.

"I don't care what's in the end, I need to stretch my legs, this bloody hole is worse than listening the Scout.."

He started to push the wooden plank and it gave in: he fell through the now open space only to land right in front of his collegues. He stood up, dusting himslef down.

"G'day!" He said then noticed the shocked expression on the Medic's face, and by the motionlessness of the Spy, he thought he is shocked too.

"Did I scare ya'll, eh?" He asked, smirking.

The arrival of the Sniper managed to snap the Spy out from his stupor. He turned off his Cloak and Dagger, seeing as how the miniature horses had already spotted his colleagues.

"You may want to take a look behind you." He said, pointing for emphasis. Raising an eyebrow, the Sniper turned his head, his face paling as he spotted the source of the confusion.

"Vell zis is certainly unexpected. Small colourful horses." The Medic said as he traced a hand down his face, his smirk not leaving, he thought about all the possibilieties. It did help that he was a bit crazy so the aftershock left way to delight.

'Oh I can create so many things from those body parts, ohohoh are those wings ? And a horn?' He could squeal in delight, but choosed not to, instead opting to speak his mind.

"Hmm quite unusual mein froilein, do you think they are sentient?"

"Ugh, no more, I can't take anymore." Groaned Engie as he regained his consciousness and reached around to find his goggles. He finally managed to grab them after the edge of them poked his eye.

'Darn, these things are dangerous.' He thought as he looked around the dark room. He turned to face the stairs but froze as he saw the wreck of his trap turret. He sighed as he turned to see what he could find but stopped as he heard the sound of somebody falling down the stairs behind him. He jumped back as he felt something small land in his stetson. Slowly, he reached for the object and quickly snatched it, he rolled his eyes as he saw it was Heavy's sandvich. Few seconds later Heavy landed on the bottom step with an *ooff*.

"It's going to be a long way." grumbled the Engineer as he shove the sandvich into the dazed Heavy's mouth.

"Enginomnomnomothernom?" Asked the Heavy as he took a bite out of his sandvich.

"Nope, I ain't seen anybody, pardon yourself." Said the Texan as he walked the same way Sniper had, with Heavy in tow.

Sniper couldn't believe his eyes. He put off his shades and stared the... ponies.

"Bloody hell..."

He raised his right arm, pointing at them, while turning around to face his collegues.

"Are you two seeing these too, or I'm just hallucinating?" His eyes darted from the Medic's eyes to the Spy's and back.

"Tell me there are no prancing show-ponies."

The Spy nodded his head in response to the sniper's question. "I'm afraid so." Looking back at the horses, he noticed that they each bore a distinctive mark on their rear ends.

'They look like tattoos of some sorts. Why would you tattoo a horse though?' He thought, rubbing his chin with a gloved hand. The horses had still not moved or said a word, only looked at them with what the Spy would describe as pure fear, though he noticed a spark of curiosity in the eyes of the purple one. She and another one of the miniature horses had a horn sticking out of her head, which he assumed meant they were unicorns, which meant they could use magic. If so, why hadn't they used magic to avoid detection?

"At least they do not look hostile, hmm I wonder, can they speak?" The Medic said. With big heads (+big eyes) like that theory supported they definitey could. Well staring at them certainly made no progress and startling them could prove a bad idea. The Medic certainly didn't want to lose his new guin-er possible friends, yes, that's the word. He smiled and turned to the horses.

"Hello little ones." He said in a not loud tone.

"Heavy has had to much sandvich." Heavy said as Engie tried to pull him out of the small passageway they had found.

"See big guy, this is why I said you wait here." He said as he felt himself move back a bit. After a short struggle Engie managed to get Heavy out of the hole and dove in quickly before the russian got any more ideas. He swiftly made his way through the hole, before long his arms began to tire.

'This sort of thing is for Scout or Sniper.' The Texan thought as he saw a faint glimmer of light up ahead.

"Holy Dooley!" Sniper said and squinted his eyes, then rubbed them too, making sure he see those ponies right. He leaned closer to the Medic and started to whisper in his ears.

"If we need to sedate them, you can count on me and on this beaut'." He tilted his head in the direction of his rifle on his back.

Looking back at the ponies, he started to get a better look.

'Colorful... big head... that one wear a stetson like Engie... hmm... look at that, the purple one is staring me... let's see who have better reflexes...'

He formed a 'pistol' with his hand then with a quick move he aimed it on the purple one and mimiced a real pistol's sound.

"Bang!"

The purple one quickly jumped sideways, slightly scared but ready to get in a fight.

Sniper smirked, then let out a good laugh.

"I'm sorry mate, I couldn't hold it; you have good reflexes, you purple pony!" He said and grinned at the said one.

The Spy snorted, laughing at the purple pony when she jumped aside. When he calmed down, he noticed the white unicorn was looking at him admiringly.

"Wipe zat look off your face. You are starting to creep me out." He said, not really enjoying the attention.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The pony replied, startling the Spy. He didn't expect them to be able to speak. "I was just admiring that magnificent suit you're wearing."

"What interest would a horse have in my suit?"

"Horse? No no no, I'm a pony dear. As for why I'm interested, I design clothes myself."

"A fashion designer? For ponies?" The Spy couldn't help laughing at the absurd thought.

"Most interesting indeed." The Medic himself wanted to laugh at the absurdity of ponies wearing cothes but that would be the most normal thing to happen to the BLU team today, he saw the yellow one still uncouncious, his eyes scanned the weird group, setting on one in particular, that was cyan and had rainbow collored mane.

'Possibly homosexual, need confirmation, but that colour...' He smirked evily. He whispered in the Spy's ear.

"Comrade I think I just found our friend, Scout, a new friend." He pointed at the pegasus.

"..I'm going to avoid asking any qestions." The group turned around to see the Texan come out of the same hole as Sniper.

"Ah, it seems ze toymaker has arrived." Chuckled the Spy getting a glare from behind Engie's goggles, he looked over to the ponies and gave a look that that was between a glare and a smile.

"Now, before I say anything about these ponies, Ah got to know if somebody spiked Demo's rum before I stole a swig."

"Naaah, mate, we can see them all, and they can speak!" Sniper answered Engie's question. "Purple pony, what's your name?" He asked friendly.

Twilight was really surprised by the actions of these strange bipedal, primate looking creatures.

When the tall one with the pipe scared her, she thought they need to fight, but after the laughter and the explanation she got from him, she calmed down.

"Uhm, my name is Twilight Sparkle, these are my friends, and we come from Equestria, through a portal of some kind... do you know anything about it, Mr...?" She made a questioning expression.

"Just call me Sniper." Sniper answred. "Heheheh, we've got prancin' show ponies, bloody hell, this place is more insane than Pyro!" He snickered then walked to the pony, named Twilight, knelt down and raised his right arm for a handshake.

"Nice ta meet'cha, mate!" He said and smiled.

Snickering at the thought of the Scout meeting the rainbow-maned pegasus, the Spy stepped towards the white unicorn.

"May I ask your name, madam?"

"My name is Rarity dear, and yours?"

"Simply call me Spy." He extended his hand and shook with the unicorn. Lighting a cigarette to replace the one he had dropped, the Spy looked around at the other ponies. There was a pink one who appeared she could explode at any given moment. The only two who weren't ponies were a small creature that appeared to be a miniature dinosaur, and a zebra that had obviously been drinking. He had spent enough time around the Demoman to know.

"Gentlemen!" He said, clearing his throat. "Shall we take our guests to meet the others?"

"Yes I can practically hear ze sound of progress. Although which of you will carry ze yellow one? She seemes hurt, mind if I give her an examination?" The Medic smirked. "Ah no matter, come, I will carry your yellow feathered friend and let's 'meet' the others. I'm sure they will be thrilled to meet you. Oh, and we will explain everything zhere too."

/In the very darkest recess of Mann Mannor.../

In a damp lightless corridor, scraping against the wall could be heard, through the maze of darkness walked a creature searching for a way out, and it would not be long untill it found it.