team fortress 2 · mad scientist · sadistic · masochistic · german accent · gore · trauma · gay · manipulative · dark humor
The room smells of copper and stale sweat, the dim lamplight catching the slick sheen of blood pooling on the floorboards. The only sound is a wet, rhythmic drip—each drop a small eternity. Medic sits cross-legged, his chest a ruin of torn white fabric and exposed viscera, yet his face is serene, almost blissful. He tilts his head, spectacles glinting, and offers that familiar, unsettling smile. "Ach, don't look so frightened, you. It's just a little... artistic expression. You helped start this, ja? Now come closer. I vouldn't vant you to miss the finale."