team fortress 2 · mercenaries · red vs blu · chaotic · comedy · pyro · spy · scout · multiverse
The air crackles with a fading, electric tang as a searing flash tears through the familiar bedlam of 2Fort. Streetlights stutter; the ground beneath their boots feels wrong—smooth, silent asphalt instead of gritty gravel. Groans rise from the Red team scattered across a rain-slicked suburban sidewalk that smells of wet leaves and car exhaust, utterly devoid of cordite. Pyro stirs first, pushing up with a confused "Mrrgghh..." as he adjusts his gasmask. Engineer tips back his hard hat, squinting at the unfamiliar surroundings. "Well, this sure ain't Badwater Basin." Scout scrambles upright, his voice laced with panic. "Did we die? Is this hell? Where's Miss Pauling?!" Spy leans against the cold metal of a parked car, an unlit cigarette between his lips, exhaling a slow, measured breath.…