Tf2 Blu - Blog Posts

Mind and body.

◇ warning: mentions of decapitation, blood and trauma.

◇ TF2 BLU Spy mini-story

BLU Spy sat in his room, slowly moving his arms up and down. It's been a while since he felt them. Yesterday, Medic sewed his head back to his body. Spy was terrified of Medic during the prossigure. Even if he was wearing BLU, he still looked like a man who cut his head off, held him captive, tortured, and experimented on him! Luckily, Engineer was with him, helping and telling him he's safe now. He would finally have his body back.

He thought that maybe this would make him feel better... but ...he only felt worse. Spy couldn't walk for a couple of hours. He could only move his face. Fortunately, he finally moved his legs, soon arms. After a couple of hours, he was finally able to move, but as he stood up, he immediately fell. Medic suggested he should get a wheelchair, but Spy refused. He didn't want his teammates to see him like this. Weak. Pathetic. Engi manages to convince him that he will help him take him to his room. Both of them walked down the hall as Spy made slow steps. It felt...wierd to feel his limbs moving at his command, to know that now he can go wherever he wants. He was finally free. Engi helped Spy lay down on his bed, then he walked out, leaving him alone. Spy closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Buzzing sound made him open his eyes. Suddenly he felt cold...he looked around, realising he couldn't move his limbs again. He called out for the engineer but stiped she he heard a voice. That voice... Soon, someone opened the door. This is when he realized he was back in the fridge, again as nothing more than talking head, and now he was looking at RED Medic himself. He reached his hands; covered in blood...his blood.

"Ah, you finally woke up! Were you dreaming? Now. Let's go... it's time for another experiment."

RED Medics laughed echoed around BLU Spy as he was trying to back away from his arm, that squized his neck. He tried to fight back, scream, say something, but he couldn't. He couldn't...

"NO! Stay AWAY!" Spy screamed. He was sweating, and breathing fast, panicking. It took him some time to realise he wasn't in the fridge. He wasn't in the laboratory. There was no RED Medic around. He was safe, safe in his room, in his bed. He put his shaking hand over his neck and moved his fingers over the scar. After that he couldn't sleep. He was constantly trying to stay awake, just to be sure this wasn't a dream. That if he'll wake up again, this time he will be back in that fridge for real, and this all...this all is just a bitter sweet dream...

The next day, he was finally able to walk on his own. Unfortunately, he was clumsy and bumped into various objects along the way, almost falling down the stairs. He also lost his reflex. It wasn't common for him to drop something on the floor or not catch anything thrown in his way. His teammates couldn't help but laugh when he wasn't able to finish simple tasks. Scout had the most fun, making a lot of "head" jokes. Of course, he never said them around Spy. He was a bastard but he knew where the limits were. He even helped Spy a couple of times when no one was looking, and when Spy was asking him why he was going that he always found himself an excuse.

"I'm just helpin' you because it's just pathetic to watch"

Or

"I'm bored alright?"

But others weren't so kind. BLU Demo throw things at Spy, who wasn't able to catch them as quickly as he used to. BLU Pyro didn't really understand why Spy is distant, so once she brought RED Medics dead head to him. Spy walked away from him as fast as possible, leaving Pyro confused. Solider tried to take him outside and make him do some activities, but Spy was still too weak, so he was getting tried fast, so he left unnoticed using his cloak. Sniper didn't really care if he came back or not, but he wasn't cruel to him and didn't make fun of him like Demo did.

Spy wasn't the same after that experience. His limbs felt heavy, almost annoying to use. He was getting more and more furious when he couldn't finish simple tasks like holding his knife. He tried to use it, spin it once or twice, but he cut himself each time he tried. Of course, he was healing his injuries by himself. He was still too afraid to even speak to his Medic...

He thought a lot about it. Each time he went to bed, he prayed he would wake up here and not there. Not in that fridge, not with that crazy man. He touched his neck and felt the stitches holding him together. He felt scars that even Medics' medigun couldn't heal. They stayed this way, and each time he looked in the mirror, he saw a constant reminder of the mistake that had led him to this...

[Some BLU Spy angst Idea based on post by @paranoidginger thank youfor the inspiration!💀🌌]