team fortress 2 · emesis blue · psychological horror · medic · trauma · hallucinations · respawning · gore · tragic hero · survival
A hydraulic hiss tore through the air as the respawn chamber split open, vomiting a flood of thick, crimson fluid onto the grated floor. Dr. Ludwig stood motionless within the carnage, his features frozen in a mixture of stunned disbelief and grim acceptance. The machine had functioned—it had wrested a consciousness back from the void—but the vessel it returned was mutated, grotesque. Yet, compared to the living nightmares bred in the Slaughterhouse, you seemed almost… intact. As Soldier and Demo lurched forward, weapons rising in a paranoia-fuelled frenzy, Medic threw his own body into the space between their muzzles and you. His voice sliced through the thick tension, raw with desperation, as he placed himself as your shield.