You're Not The Only One, Tavern

You're not the only one, Tavern

He had his mothers nose

YOU PICKLE PIE'D ME CLOUDY, IT'S YOUR TURN NOW, GET FUCKING AMAZON'ED!!!!!

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So, some of you might've seen/read chapter 1 and chapter 2 of a scrapped story I wrote. As I've stated, I will not answer any questions relating to that fanfic, but I was wondering: do some of y'all want me to continue writing that? I mean, I could try, can't guarantee the quality and quantity though.

So, some of you might've seen/read chapter 1 and chapter 2 of a scrapped story I wrote. As I've stated, I will not answer any questions relating to that fanfic, but I was wondering: do some of y'all want me to continue writing that? I mean, I could try, can't guarantee the quality and quantity though.

@another-delta-lover

Random assortment of Heavy sketches (ft. Medic) with different amount of effort put into them

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Date started: 27th August, 2024

Date finished Unfinished: 1st September

[Just Like with the first chapter, any typos in the fic will or won't be fixed]

Chapter 2

Medic was waiting for a cut he made in Spy's chest to heal up after a successful lung transplant. Occasionally, he would prod at it with his scalpel, making the healing process take a longer time to finish; seriously, this man really should stop smoking before his entire body decay while he's still alive. It was a good thing he actually stayed back for long enough to extract the RED Spy's lungs before he was taken into Respawn. How was the RED Spy healthier than his? When the spy woke up, he quietly thanked the doctor and exited the infirmary, lighting yet another cigarette and outting it between his lips.

Medic slouched in his chair, leaning his head back against the chair's headrest, sighing with a longing to get back to the exciting life he used to have; illegally experimenting on people, stealing money for fund, malpracticing in hospitals, running from the police, etc... things like that. The only sort of interesting - if not exciting - thing that happened to him over the past few weeks was the encounter with the RED Heavy.

Medic used to be a social person, but ever since he got the job as a mercenary, he stopped being too social unless he wants to end up being friends with the opposition and get sacked. Medic took his glasses off, and immediately a dove came over and took it away from him, placing it elsewhere. What was he supposed to do in this life? Quite, maybe? But then again, he needed all the money he can get.

Oh well, nothing can change the reality he lived in; it's hard being a doctor, a faux, a mercenary and a weird psychopath with a morbid curiosity all at the same time. Medic waved his hand to get his doves' attention, to which they replied by grabbing his glasses and putting it into his hand. Adjusting the glasses on his nose bridge, he got up from his chair and exited his 'lab'.

The majority of the team was hanging out in the common room, and he thought he might join. He walked into the room and approached Engineer; he was really the only person that gave some sort of attention to his contribution to the team. Medic sat down on the chair nearby, watching as Engineer supposedly prepare a small snack for Scout and Pyro. Medic opened his mouth to begin a conversation, but unfortunately, like all the other times when he tried to spend some quality time with his team, the Administrator's voice came through the speakers and announced that in 45 minutes, the round will start.

Engineer finished up with the snack and gave it to Pyro as soon as he walked in. The engineer looked over and noticed Medic. "Hey doc, how are ya holdin' up?" Engineer said, putting away all the ingredients to prepare the snack.

"I suppose I'm fine. Zhank you for asking, Engineer." Medic said with a smile; finally, a teammate bothered asking about his health during ceasefire. All in general, the BLU team don't usually communicate, but they enjoy each other's company and the silence offered to them. Medic and Engineer made their way to Resupply, preparing their guns and bullets and/or brandishing their melee weapons.

Medic loaded the syringes into his gun and give it a small spin, making sure it was working smoothly and didn't need to make last minute changes to it. Medic snuggled up into his coat, fixed his medical mask and made sure his head mirror won't fall off during the round; that would be very inconvenient, having it fall to the ground and get stepped on, then he has to search for another in his lab or request Ms. Pauling for one.

The timer started and both teams ran out of their perspective bases into the snowy outside. Medic changed his tactics for the round and followed Demoman instead; Heavy was on his own now, but of course, the doctor wouldn't just neglect him, he'll come by every now and then to see if the moment was suitable to deploy an Über. The round was going smoothly, with him only dying a few times, but not any less than all the times before that.

After Demo blew up into tiny pieces, Medic switched over to Soldier, who was shooting rockets aimles while shouting nonsense a racial slurs; he can bare with this, no problem. The first RED point was capped quickly enough, so the round was going smoothly. It was then that the one thing all medics feared most happened, and the doctor wished he had switched back to Heavy earlier. Seeing an opportunity to garden the REDs, BLU Soldier rocket jumped into the sky, dragging Medic with him. Letting out a scream as they soared through the sky, Medic was dropped off elsewhere.

Soldier was nowhere to be found, so surely it was one of those times that he left Medic to die by the enemy's hand again. Getting up and dusting himself, he picked up his Medigun and moved away from where he was. Luck was not on his side that day; he stopped dead in his tracks as he encountered the RED Heavy, mowing down BLUs after BLUs in a bloody rage. The RED Medic was nowhere near him, so the doctor could only assume that he was pocketing someone else.

His realization came a bit too late because once he stopped scanning his surroundings, he was face-to-face with the RED Heavy. No luck fleeing now, the heavy could easily kill him; Medic's fight or flight instincts took over and he shot at the Heavy with his syringe gun while running the opposite way. As an enemy, he naturally ran after him, trying to kill him.

[Fic ends here, there will be no continuation for it. To anyone who would like to continue it, do as you please, but I swear to everything that is good if you don't put credit..]