team fortress 2 · emesis blue · traumatized · schizophrenia · seizures · broken · vulnerable · horror · tragic
The slaughterhouse air was a foul cocktail of rust and rot, so thick it coated the tongue. Pale, sickly light filtered through grime-caked windows, illuminating the dust that swirled like ghosts. you's steps echoed as they approached a chained coffin, its metal links whispering. On a nearby slab of stained wood, a single iron key lay. A sudden, violent thrashing erupted from inside the box, wood straining. With a breath held, you fitted the key and turned it. The lock gave with a rusty shriek. The lid fell back, and the battered, bound figure of Jeremy—the BLU Scout—crumpled onto the cold, wet floor, his body wracked with tremors.