What's This? Is That A Upcoming Cosplay In The Works I See??? I Can't WAIT To Show You Guys The End Product,

WHEW that was a long process to make a Kirin. But either way here is that fan art I promised you like omg 2 months ago??? OOPS- @pastel-medic here is your shortcake Kirin Medic! I know you asked for a Kirin, but I saw him more as a earth pony Kirin hybrid! Hence the lack f back scales and not nearly as Kirin-y as most Kirin. Also he is SOOOOO FLUFFFYYYYYY!!! So soft 🥰Either way I think he’s ADORABLE! I hope you like him 👉👈AND LOOK HE’S OFFERING YOU SHORTCAKE!! 🍰

Mick Mundy, a Mustang hybrid of sorts! No ones seen him without his shades on or seen him show his teeth. How odd. They aren't sure what else he is besides pony, but he's not a JUST pony that's all the team knows 😉

The Troubled Medic Pony :) (My OC blu Medic)

Awe snap I been tagged. Dammit Pardal XD lol just kidding this looks fun!

Last Song: (currently listening to as I type!) I'll Take It All by DarkMatter off YouTube! Awesome music

Last Book: The Subtle Art of NOT Giving a F*ck, 100/10 excellent anti anxiety book

Last Movie: Original Dracula, watched it with my dad cuz he asked me to haha

Last TV show: Stet Trek, the original. Don't remember what the episode was called XP

Favorite flavor: Salty like my bitchy lil soul, or sweet. Spicy too. Depends on the mood

Craving: Some good decaf coffee before I go to bed and the one last Ferror Roche in my room

Currently working on: 2 different arcane fanfics, adamantly avoiding doing dishes

Last thing I googled: Literally the book title I forgot. The Subtle Art of NOT Giving a F*ck XD

Relationship status: Forever alone. RIP my love life

Looking forward to: Finishing my Acrance Fanfic First chapter of a Star Wars Au and the next edition of my fanfic which is a mix of some LOL lore and Arcane lore ^^

Current Obsession: Tf2, Jayvik and writing. Sleeping would be great, but that's not happening haha

@forbidden-vale @oddity-commodity @elithesia-autem-danguarde

Come join the fun and spill the tea ^^

People I'd Like To Get To Know Better!

Thank you for tagging me @sunnylemonss and @aixabi! Your games were very similar so I combined them into one lol

Last Song: Get In The Water by Jorge Rivera-Herrans

Favorite Color: Red!!

Last Book: Touching A Nerve by Patricia Churchland

Last Movie: The Wild Robot

Last TV Show: Daredevil: Born Again

Favorite Flavor: I love savory flavors honestly. Hearty things that fill me up

Craving: Dark chocolate I think. Salted dark chocolate. And something spicy. Idk what, I just want spicy

Tea or Coffee: Coffee, but I really only like the frappechinos from starbucks that have barely any coffee in them lol. And coffee flavored ice cream

Currently Working On: So many things? My current fanfic called A Simple Thread, my DnD campaign called Sands of Time, I'm working on school, working on watching some new shows, working on learning to sing better, working on my mental health, working on getting stronger, lots and lots of things I'm working on haha

Last Thing I Googled: "transgender rat". The Stupid Cheeto said something dumb the other day and I googled to see what it was

Relationship Status: Single at the moment! I'm figuring things out, it's a bit complicated lol

Looking Forward To: Finishing my fic, and playing some DnD with my friends, watching a show with my dad, rewatching Arcane ith my friends, hanging out with people on discord!

Current Obsession(s): Jayvik. Soooo much jayvik. And DnD, I really love all my little guys, I could ramble about them for hours

Tagging: @shadesofflame @inkybugger @voxconcordia @sulkybender @awretchedthing @rosewinterborn @sparrow-in-boots @drossna

Sad Scope Shot, why is my son sad 😔

(fun fact he's a hybrid! Half bat pony half earth pony, sadly he did not get wings from his papa and is flightless, but he DID get the eyes fangs and excellent night vision- sadly his eyes are very sensitive to light hence the glasses and broad hat. But BOY he got his earth pony momma's strengh and despite his smaller sleeker frame his bucks have shattered bones. He does feel very self-conscious and constantly hides his fangs and eyes around his team, poor dear. Medic is the only one who knows about it since you can't hide nothing from that nosy beast.)

Very old Spy and Medic ponies! A fun gift for Spy at @thesilliestspy

Quick n dirty Sniper profile

Broken Pieces

Chapter 1: Fractured

He couldn't let him go through with this- it would cost him EVERYTHING! The thought of him showing up too late made him gril the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles going white as he shifted his Mercedes into a higher gear than it could rationally handle. All those thoughts and fears whirred relentlessly through his mind over and over. Of seeing that man- that bastard DEAD, before he could-

The thought made his foot slam the brakes, skidding his vehicle to a slow grating halt. The soft sounds of rain tapping gently on the roof was his only company, the street lights danced lazily within the city limits. The red light stared ominously down at him, making his blue suit look like it was stained in blood, as it had been so many times during his career. Then why, why did he- why was he-

Ever since the incident, he couldn't shake those haunting DAMNED AWFUL eerie eyes from his mind. Such a freezing cold shade of blue, so vast yet the depths of those eyes held no end. No end to how much silent suffering lurked behind those eyes. The haunting, lonely look of the same fragile shattered man that stared back at him every time he stared in the mirror. One of the very rare men who, who KNEW what it was like...

A slow shakey sigh escaped his thin chapped lips, a stubble forming on his normally immaculate shaved slim chin. What was wrong with him?! He was losing his mind! This was absurd, there was no way the man would- why? What could his intent be? Subjects to experiment on?! Endless experimentation?... The deeper his mind went the worse his stomach churned. Perhaps what scared him most was... seeing that man... again. The fear this time, he may actually.. PERMANENTLY kill him.

The thought nearly sent him leaning out of his car door, as his stomach violently churned in a manner that said despite not eating in 2 days, we will dispel any and all contents. Whatever that MADMAN had done to him, he'd end it today. Whatever PLAGUE CURSE AFFLICTION this was- ends tonight. Either with a limited controlled situation or a destroy any and all traces mission. The higher ups... he'd fret over his own neck later. That didn't matter now. This was the only thing he had to do. And quickly.

Before he knew it, he was just outside of his destination. Odd. What he was expecting was a closed off dilapidated laboratory with massive steel doors booby traps and endless throngs of heavily armored guards. This... this was a cozy home off the edge of a town just close enough to have some social interaction... The further he probed, the more his stomach churned.

This had to be WRONG. That man wouldn't use a ruse of a quaint happy home to hide all his horrendous experimentation under the noses of innocent people... then again, what better way to hide it, tucked in so close to home they'd never suspect a thing. In order to catch a monster, you have to THINK like one. Or perhaps, be a much worse monster than the one you're hunting.

He couldn't back out now. Not with what he learned. Not with what he was doing... even for HIS deeds, this was cruel and low. Sweat beaded his brow, his hands shaking. Honestly, he hadn't feared much before he met that monster. More than anything now, he feared him. And had a... odd form of... no. None of that. Not now.

Now, ever since he had endured such horror by the hands of that lunatic, he was scared of everything. Every shadow, every voice. Anything that moved or made a sound. More than anything, that man stole his dignity, his identity, his courage. Or perhaps he just shattered the thin veil of denial he hid behind his mask so so well... all the lies and false walls he made to protect himself. PROBABLY from himself...

This act... that he was going to have to commit... it was not out of malice. No... more like... preventing a great wrong, preventing an unspeakable crime before it started. Then why was his heart hammering in his chest, his stomach churning so much? Why did he feel some horrid nagging feeling what he was doing was... Was actually WRONG...? If... he was wrong...

With a grimace Spy pinched himself hard, nearly forcing blood from the wound on the back of his arm. Snap out of it, get a grip... you're a spy damn you! You have no heart. You had to cut it out years ago. No remorse. No regret. Just... happy clients. And money. Money helps dull the senses and helps you lose yourself. To help drift away from all your past sins, helps fade every face of those you murdered staring at you when you look in a mirror... The thought made a shiver slither down his spine like a cold snake. No... no not now. With a deep breath he pushed all those thoughts down. There was no time. There was no room for anything or... or anyone else. Nothing else mattered.

With a steely glare, he slowly opened the car door and silently slipped out of the vehicle. The moment the door shut without a sound, it vanished into thin air instantly, much like he could on the battlefield thanks to his high tech watch. It came in handy, until your foes learned how to counter it. He STILL TO THIS DAY hated that stupid engineer who made those fucking thermal sensing goggles for himself and the Sniper, back in the day. Those two tag teamed to ruin his reputation just as badly as HE DID. The linger of the memories made his gloved hands clench into fists, only fueling his desire to fulfill this job. Use it, but don't let it take over. Get in get out. Leave no trace. Perhaps he'd pay them a long overdue visit after...

Like a snake, he moved silently, veiled in a thin, invisible optical illusion, allowing him to slip through the yard with ease. He slid over the wall like an agile cat, barely making a single sound as he crept closer to the back door. Some movement caught his eye from a nearly closed window, a small, nearly missed sound. It was so small... No. No, this could not be. He had to be WRONG. This COULD NOT BE-

Hastily, he ducked below the window sill as a figure stirred, before sitting up. The figure timidly rubbed their eyes and glanced around, before seeming to hesitate. The smell of fear permiated the air. That sinking feeling making his heart ache began to hit a lot harder than before. This... could not be- this was not possible-

Before he could do anything, his veil faded. The door slowly creaked open. Of COURSE it would fade right when he needed it MOST- a light flicked on, brightening the entire room, making him hiss in pain. A small cry made his blood freeze. That.. couldn't be. With a shakey breath he turned and stared. The light unfortunately blinded him, preventing from him seeing the culprit or presumed owner of the room. With a shakey hand he slowly reached for his knife, unsure if this was the medic or a guard of some sorts- why hadn't they raised the alarm...?

The sound of a person quickly racing towards the door of the home made him spring into action. As cautiously as he could he pried the window open, using his shoulder to help shimmy it just enough for him to slip in. The figure seemed frozen in place as he kept himself out of view, as to not set off alarm bells quite yet. He had to get IN first. God he was getting old... and rusty. With a faint grin he managed to slip into the room, the watch hissed angrily before his invisible cloak reappeared over him, making him pause. He crouched like a animal on the edge of the wondow sill, before noting a massive mistake. His shoulder was no longer supporting the window- As if on que the window slammed shut with a angry CLACK, making him wince. The figure of the room had fled within the second he whurled around to attempt to prevent the sound, but by the time he turned back the door now ajar, and the room was now emtpy. Oh, shit.

He'd have to be quick- he had to find it- proof- The thought of his success made him sloppy and he realised it the moment his glove slipped from the sill. Gravity dragged him down and before he could adjust himself properly he ended up landing directly on his shoulder onto a hardwood floor. It took all his will to not scream in agony at how much that hurt. Within the span of 2 seconds of that hit he knew he felt a crack and a POP from his shoulder. This was going VERY badly. Biting back a scream of agony, he curled into a small ball, gripping his possibly dislocated if not broken shoulder. Then, a soft creak of the door was heard. The air seemed to turn stale and, for a split second time seemed to stand still.

Before he could do anything, he felt it. The force of something STARING at him. With a slow sense of being watched, he realized his watch was not on his wrist. Meaning... he was no longer invisible. Ah. This day keeps getting better and better. He didn't even need to look up to lmkw who it was. He could tell. Simply by the weight of that gaze. This was not a simple, normal stare. He knew that gaze anywhere. How heavily it seemed to weigh in him. He was there. And judging from the seething fury he could feel BLAZING from it, he knew he had failed. Weakly, he sat up with a classic smile of his, worn at the edges from the pain, his tone mocking.

"Not like you, doctour, to have not killed me where I lay-" but then he turned, the words caught in his throat. His jaw went slack. Standing in the doorway, was a very small figure. The figure stood frozen, shaking from head to toe. A small stuffed dinosaur toy was nestled under their right arm, as a flash of lightening lit the being from behind. That- was a child- that looked VERY SIMILAR, STARTLINGLY similar to HIM- those same, piercing haunted eyes- the jet vlacm faintly wavy but much messier hair-

The child's eyes were locked on him, the glass of water in his hands slipped from his small hands and shattered on the floor, with a crash. A small triceratops flashlight was weakly grasped in his left hand while his right feebly grasped at nothing now that the glass he was carrying shattered like Spy's fracturing mind. Without a word the child turned and ran, quickly vanishing into a doorway, before a soft panicked voice could be heard from a distant room.

The world seemed to spin around him. How- he knew the medic was CAPABLE of such things but- when he glanced around the room, it was packed full of toys, bright colorful decorations all dinosaur and dragon themed plushies wall hangings, a child's dream come true. The bed in the corner even was built and themed like a castle, where a small ladder was used to climb to the mattress in the top circular parapet. This- this wasn't- he- this wasn't right! How could he- did he-

A small crying voice echoed softly through the halls, teary and full of fright. Spy felt like he was going to be sick, his heart ripping itself to pieces. He... hadn't ... done it for experimental purposes- his world seemed to reel, his mind spiraling. What had he done- WHAT HAD HE DONE- That sensation to puke before came roaring to the surface until he froze. The voice. That one that haunted him on a nightly basis. In his dreams- especially his nightmares- oh the nightmares... and especially in his waking hours. That DAMNED VOICE-

"Vati- vati zhere is a man in mein room!! I I thought it vhas a monster but- some vhone is on mein room vatttiiiii!!!" The small voice wailed, clearly in tears from HIS presence. He couldn't move. No matter what he tried, screaming internally, yelling at himself to flee, his body refused. No... what he had done... deserved this fate. He wouldn't run. Not anymore. Whatever that monster demanded, he had coming. All fight had left him, ever since the incident... that damned incident-

"Victor... youh vhere seeingh shadows again vherent youh? Come on mein little rex, let's go see zhis scary person or monster huh? Do youh vhant me to lay vith youh till youh fall back asleep-" and then the door creaked open, the light from the hallway flooding in. No one spoke. The piercing blue eyes, stared. Heavy silence. Even the child seemed to have fallen still. No one breathed. The tension was so thick a knife couldn't even make it's way through it. The red medic, stared. His jaw was slack, but judging from the way his body and finely honed muscles rippled under that fitted tee shirt and the way his jaw set into a very thin line said it all. This was going to be a very slow, agonizing death. If he'd even let him die for this. The small boy trembled, held in his father's arms. The small boy his small arms around his dad's neck a little tighter, casting a scared glance at him. The boy glanced at his father, tears welling anew in his eyes.

"Vati... I'm scared..." is all the boy squeaked out, before Medic very slowly moved to kneel, setting the boy down avoiding the shattered glass. The medic's eyes did not even for second leave Spy's blue grey eyes. Neither had blinked. Judging from the slow deliberate movements, it was all to ensure the safety of his son. Like a loyal dedicated father would for any of their kids... The knots in his stomach seemed to tighten and writhe, and Spy saw this as a blessing as perhaps the contents of his stomach may remain trapped long enough as to not lose all of his wine in the child's room at least...

That gleam of untamed fury was held back by the largest amount of restraint preventing him from mutilating the man in front of a child. The red medic spoke on a very low and stern tone, refusing to take his gaze off the monster lurking in the room. To be quite frank, Spy was too horrified to even blink. The pain he would face would be indescribable. It frightened him to his very core.

"Go to zhe special room... und lock zhe door. Hide, and ONLY, COME OUT und unlock zhe door vhen I use zhat special vhord I taught youh, okay...?" He spoke to his son sternly, but not without warmth. There were hints of fear in his voice. The small boy glanced up, horrified at his father, shaking head to toe. Leaving his father seemed to be the last thing on his mind.

"V-vati I dont- I'm scared! Don't make me go-!" The boy cried, before Medic very gently nudged him, sparing a few seconds glance at his boy. The two locked eyes for a moment, and the Red medic pleaded very softly "Bitte..." With that, the boy cast a timid glance at Spy before turning and running as fast as his little feet could carry him, his tears leaving small wet spots on the floor. The sound of a heavy door shutting and locking was all the Spy heard before that horrid silence fell.

Neither man spoke. Neither moved. From what he could tell Spy hadn't dared breathe since he heard the Medic's voice. A low raspy shudder rattled his ribs, making a pathetic whine creep it's way past his lips. The medic slowly stood up, practically foaming at the mouth from fury. It hasn't taken but a second before he cleared the space between them, his hands immediately wrapping around Spy's throat and left wrist, hosting him off the ground like he was a rag doll. Much to his own surprise, Spy didn't plead, struggle or move. He simply let himself fall limply, a weak shattered smile creeping across his lips.

"VHY... ARHE YOUH HERE- COMINGH AFTER MEIN FAMILY SPY?! HAVE YOUH NOT DONE ENOUGH HARM?! I VHILL KILL YOUH FORH ZHIS YOUH-" The red medic paused when the Blu Spy just seemed to shatter in his grasp, a gar cry from the cunning ruthless heartless monster he was used to bashing to a pulp or maiming horrifically on the battlefield. A growl escaped his lips as he slammed him hard against the wall. All Spy could do was try not to flinch as he felt Medic's grip tightening around his thin throat.

"IS ZHIS SOME KIND OF JOKE TO YOUH-" the medic bellowed in fury, a clrnched fist ready to make contact with the sleeker man's face. The man weakly hiccuped and stared into the Medic's eyes, looking so hurt and fragile. This ploy wasn't gonna work on him. Not after he broke into his SOHN'S room to do who knows what-

"What did you do to meeee?! You stupid man- whatever you planted in my head my body take it away! I want my life back! You- you took everything- EVERYTHING! I- I LOST MY SELF WORTH MY DIGNITY- AFTER YOU DECAPITATED ME- YOU RIDDLE MY THOUGHTS MY MIND, I CANNOT SLEEP YOU HAUNT EVERY WAKING MOMENT! I want it o stop! I want it to stoppp... I am... I knew you were doing something massively illegal! I had to stop you- I had to- I- I don't know why I cared what happened to you if you were caught- TAKE THIS AWFUL CURSE FROM ME YOU MONSTER- I HATE- I HATE...." the spy sputtered, before falling into a fit of hysterical crying. This... was the very last thing Medic was expecting. Spys were notorious for playing new sick mind games, and medic was very far from being in the mood to be toyed with.

The larger German man pulled the man from the wall a bit before using all his weight and force to slam the man against the wall, making the spy yelp in pain, but once more he did not attack. He did not fight back. He continued to sob pathetically and with more intensity this time. The German scowled and pressed harder, his lip curling to a vicious snarl.

Their noses nearly touched, and Spy could feel the Medic's warm breath gently graze his skin, making a long slow shiver run down his spine. Wait why did that- it must've been from disgust- then why did he have a strange warm fuzzy sensation boiling in his chest- the strong odor of some heavy German booze with a faint hint of wine- why did he care?! He was about to DIE-

"DON'T play stupid, Spy. As much as youh all paint me as a maniac DOCTOR I am not zhat cruel. I did nothingh to yourh mind, youh FREAK- Goingh after family of zhe teams is reason to have youh PERMANENTLY KILLED if zhe Admin finds out- if zhey find any parts of youh LEFT vhen I am done-"

"You LIAR, YOU enjoyed every second of my suffering! Take back your stupid curse- whatever you did- you did SOMETHING to my mind you monster- I demand you take it back!! You won't leave my mind! I cannot rest I havent slept in I don't even know- ever since that FRIDGE you left my HEAD IN- YOU DESTROYED ME- SO finish it!! Finish your job! I can't do this anymore! I was planning on stopping zhis illegal project you were practicing-" The words were cut off by a solid squeeze to his neck. This time he struggled faintly before stopping, waiting for his end to come. It didn't.

"Howh did youh learn about zhat.... und vhat did youh TRULY zhink I did zhat to fuckingh experiment on-" The words made him visibly sick before he dropped Spy onto the ground before setting a foot onto Spy's chest, and Spy winced as he felt him putting pressure down on his ribs. Visibly, the worm of a Spy was struggling a bit as he felt the weight threaten to crush his ribcage and puncture his smoke ridden lungs, as he felt his anger and fury hit a boiling point.

Oh, how Medic had done that a few times in the past, covered in blood and eyes blazing with unhinged fury and delight. Now, that bloodlust was... gone. Granted... the man still outweighed EASILY, and his foot could have finished this job with a single well placed step. Despite his suffering, he noted how methodically Medic had placed his foot, ensuring to apply the most pressure on the places that would snap easiest, fastest, and cave in on his lungs and heart. He hasn't missed his mark on keeping up with his medical skills clearly- and why was he even thinking this as such a HORRIBLE TIME?!

"Youh zhink I am zhat SICK of a man....? That is mein SOHN, UND howh he came to be is NONE of yourh fuckingh business.... youh have given meh every reason to kill youh tonight Spy. But I can see zhat is vhat youh vhant isn't it..? A martyrs death... a vhay of clearing youhr nonexistent conscious or some sick fetish of youhrs..." Medic hissed, a half whisper which seemed to rake through Spy's heart. All he could do was stare up weakly at the Medic's eyes, genuinely hurt. Tears began to well in his eyes again as he bared his teeth.

"I didn't want to see you killed you moronic buffoon! If zhe Admin found out you were tampering with such things she would've executed you! I was-"

As quickly as those words left his lips he felt himself deflate, as a slow realization hit him hard... he... he CARED.... what happened to that medic- the idea made any remaining color drain from his features, as he seemed to just shatter. There was no psychological why he could actually CARE ABOUT THE RED MEDIC-

There was a very uncomfortable silence. The room held a strange tension, as the man under Medic's foot seemed to be, quite literally be suffering some sort of delusion or strange trip. Or perhaps he accidentally cut off blood circulation to the Spy's head from that angle and the pressure. Then again, ever since the Spy got his body back, the entire Blu team had complained he was acting horrifically off... Medic has simply assumed it was him building a plan to get back at him for what he did, hence targeting his kinder... but...

This was not what he was expecting.. but he learned one thing with spies. They will do anything to win and anything to kill you and retaliate. This was just a ruse. Medic huffed angrily and knelt down enough to grab the man on the ground by the shirt collar before giving him a vicious shake. Spy just shut his eyes, and looked oddly at ease knowing he probably he'd die by his hands. Unfortunately it was ONLY pissing him off even more. What kind of fucked up madman would want this?!

"Stop zhis shit spy. Zhis ruse vhon't vhork on meh -" the Medic paused. Spy did not move. He wasn't dead. He knew that for certain. He simply looked, utterly shattered, emotionally. Much to his own disgust, Spy was giving an incredible acting performance. For a moment, he almost believed he was being SERIOUS or GENUINE-

Again, the spy did not react. He did not stir, didn't dare budge. The knife he was wielding clattered feebly to the floor. Still no movement. This only managed to provoke the Medic's unbridled fury, as he quickly clasped his hands around the man's throat, much tighter this time. The Spy seemed oddly at peace, barely tensing at the strong hands threatening to steal his breath and life from his feeble body. This time Medic tensed, suddenly dragged back to reality. Something was drastically amiss-

Much like his Red counterpart, Blu Spy was vain and arrogant, though he was much smaller and sleeker framed than his teammate. Blu Spy's voice was more flirty and airy but held a certain cautious edge, like soft velvet. The way he acted gave him a much softer less threatening presence than the Red Spy. It made him even more lethal, as he didn't attack directly and mercilessly like Red Spy. He loved to toy and torment his enemies like a cat playing with the mouse before he ate it alive, watching the carnage and destruction left behind. But.. that wasn't what made him pause.

The man's normally slicked back peppered dark grey hair was messy, shaggy, and unkempt. It made him look like a hungover college student stumbling to class with barely any coherence. The mask slipped easily off his face, and he made no attempt to hide his disheveled appearance. The bags under his eyes were so deep it looked like eye liner had been applied with a permanent marker, while his lazy stubble forming on his face was uneven and splotchy.

The last time this man SHOWERED came into question, especially since the stench of old cologne can ONLY cover up so much... body odor cigarettes and alcohol. And it sure seemed like all those items had been utilized to chase off whatever demons had been plaguing this once arrogant overly prideful prick.

If... he was younger he would've admitted the sight of this pathetic excuse of a Spy would have elated him, brought a sick sense of power and elation at the suffering of his enemies. All the memories of past carnage and his famous reputation as the mad doctor flooded back. How drastically time tamed his bloodthirsty power crazed mind... perhaps.... perhaps they have BOTH changed more than anyone knew.

In every sense, physically and emotionally, Medic could not even begin to process this man as the Blu Spy. This HUSK of a being was, in every sense of the word, broken. Shattered. What scared him most is the fact that whenever he stared in the mirror just a few years ago he saw himself staring back in those haunted eyes. The eyes that have lost the will to live. That was... before that long buried desire finally came to fruition. Rather, he MADE IT come to fruition. It was all he had left, to keep him going. And now he'd do ANYTHING to protect it.

Before he knew it he realized the two had been sitting there silently on the floor, staring into the others eyes, seeming to be speaking much louder than words could ever express. He knew. Oh how he knew. It took several seconds for Medic to process Spy's hands gently resting on his wrists, making him flinch at the touch. It was such a slow, deliberate and gentle gesture. It was like he was pleading for him to-

" . . . Youh vhant me do do zhis, don't youh..." Medic spoke, just above a whisper. The words made Spy's eyes glance away, with a half assed excuse of a laugh.

"HAH... I... I was... I wanted to stop you. Because I.. I was worried what would happen if you-" He caught himself and glanced around, biting his tongue. That dangerous scowl formed across Medic's strong sturdy features, making Spy grimace. "I thought you were making... doing awful experiments... and the consequences of... such crimes are death-"

"Und youh carhe if I perish, vhy? Even though I decapitated youh und stuck youh in a fridge forh at least 2 months?..." There is a hint of malice and mock amusement skirting around Medic's tone. The Spy's eyes gleamed dangerously, snarling. A former spark of the man Medic admits has caught his attention for a brief time-

"I DO NOT WANT TO CARE, I DO NOT WANT THIS THIS CURSE- THIS AFFLICTION YOU DAMNED ME WITH! I thought destroying your work and preventing it would- would.. make it go away-" There is hesitation in Spy's voice, as it faltered to avoid the blatant truth.

"Or youh knew it vhould provoke meh enough to murder youh brutally and turn youh into a mayrtr..." Medic hissed, the slow burn of his wrath growing from a spark into a rampant untamed fire. Even though everything in his mind screamed at him to kill him, destroy the threat before it could go after his kinder- his hands didn't seem to respond. It was like for once his head and his heart weren't in tune. When did he grow a heart... A faint sweat beaded Medic's brow, making his teeth grind and a hiss of frustration escape his lips. It didn't go unnoticed.

The Spy just slowly managed to glance up at him, sitting up slowly. Medic blinks, not remembering when he or Spy sat onto the floor... His mind seemed to slowly shift, every fibre of his being screaming at him to kill him. Dont hesitate. Medics mind snapped bsck into attention at Spy's movement. Something Spy said rattled around his head making him snarl. "Vhat did youh mean by preventingh me from doingh somethingh stupid...?" Medic half hissed, pulling Spy much closer to his face again. Despite Medic being on his knees on the wood floor he was still a lot bigger and stronger than Spy. Unfortunately Spy's gaze lingered for a split second on all those rippling muscles. The sudden jerking motion and jostling made him yelp and brought his wavering attention back to the very angry unhinged doctor glaring at him.

The lack of response made the smaller man get jostled around more aggressively the second time, making him hiss and actually attempt to knee the man in the lower gut and groin. The attempt was weak, and unfortunately made Medic even angrier. With a unceremonious scream, Spy was flipped onto his back and has one arm twisted back and pulled taut, just enough tension that a jerk in the opposite direction will more than likely slip his shoulder out of its socket and break his arm.

His thoughts were ripped from his mind when the Medic's voice rang through the pain in his neck. In a flash of panic, Spy slumped just an inch further, grasping his arm pressed firmly into his ribs, hoping the gesture would force Medic's weight forward. It's worked on getting him out of very similar positions with the Red Solider when he decided he'd be a fun play thing before breaking every bone in his corpse. Clearly it worked as the larger man yelped in shock as his own weight and applied pressure worked against him, forcing him to roll forward and off of Spy. With a swift arch of his back he managed to roll alongside the German man and completely force him sprawled out on the floor on his back, looking slightly dazed at how the actual fuck he got there. Reflexively, Spy grabbed his butterfly knife, before staring at the Medic. It would be so easy to stab him and leave... Yet he hesitated. The gears began to whir slowly in his mind, processing something Medic said.

"Wait... wait... if you didn't.. Create clones of your team.... why did you....-" Spy asked gently, gripping his aching shoulder and tried to ignore slow numbness slipping it's way down his arm. The German man growled as he twisted and winced as he clearly rolled into his shattered glasses, the glass leaving small cuts running alongside his right side arm and even a cut or two along his cheek and nose. The gaze he shot at Spy felt powerful enough that for a split moment he thought looks COULD kill- or perhaps it was such a stunning blue Medic's eyes were-

". . . Vhy zhe hell do youh carhe..." Medic asked, his voice lacking some of the previous ire. His eyes were transfixed on the ground in front of him, his gorgeous features looking so incredibly... tired. So very tired. "I know zhe punishment forh mein ... SIDE PROJECT is execution. Youh do too. Yet youh vhanted to PREVENT meh from.... mein project? Because youh vhere paid to?!" Medic barked, eyes locked on the Spy's small fragile frame, as he hunkered down slightly, looking like a cat ready to pounce the moment his prey made a wrong move. The question made him flinch, as Spy scowled angrily.

"NON- I was tryingh to stop it before you got yourself killed! You can't fix whatever you did to me if you're DEAD-" he hissed, his cheeks flushing faintly. Since when did he have issues lying?! This was utterly embarrassing... Judging at the way the Medic was gazing at him in a very unamused gaze, he wasn't buying it. Spy deflated instantly, looking ANYWHERE but at Medic. This day was getting worse and worse-

"Vhere... youh tryingh to protect... meh...???" Medic asks, his face slowly slipping into truly genuine shock and... confusion. The question made Spy sputter, as his mind screamed like a animal being mauled to think of ANYTHING, ANYTHING to dodge that question.

"Don't be ABSURD, I don't care about you I just wanted- wanted to take zhis affliction you saddled me with-" Spy manages to croak out, trying to act like he found the question appalling, and not like he was a dying fish floundering pathetically on land. Judging from that expression on Medic's face.... he was definitely doing a excellent job at flopping around aimlessly like a dying fish.

Heat and color raised to his cheeks and face, making butterflies swarm his stomach and his heart leap in his chest. Within a instant Spy lunged at him, grabbing Medic's shirt collar and vigorously shaking him, rage and tears brimming in his eyes. The gesture actually made Medic look taken aback, seeing Spy's attempts were like a kitten batting at a 150 pound mastiff.

"ZHIS, ZHIS CURSE! WHOTEVER THIS IS YOU DID TO ME, THE LOSS OF MY DIGNITY, MY SANITY, TAKE IT AWAY! I WANT MY LIFE BACK, ever since the fridge instance, you do nothing but plague my mind my sleeping and waking thoughts- I was so HUMILIATED, the team didn't even CARE I was gone- they said I was useless and PATHETIC, yet you... My ability to fight everything is GONE. MY CONFIDENCE MY LIFE, I WANT IT BACK!! GIVE! IT! BACK!!!!" Spy screamed, each word punctuated with a slam of his balled fist onto Medic's chest. Due to his very malnourished state, his fist didn't even cause any damage, just felt like gentle taps on Medic's chest. After 3 minutes Spy began to go limp and break down into devastated wails and sobs, before just crumbling completely onto Medic's chest.

Medic just, stared, absolutely at a loss for words. If he didn't see Spy in front of him, he probably wouldn't have even noticed the man there. He was virtually so thin he barely left any impression against his chest or torso. So many thoughts whirled through his mind, as the being sobbing his eyes out into his shirt and chest didn't even bare resemblance to the Blu Spy. What DID he do to him...?

Waves of guilt began to slam into his gut as he stared down at the wreck, having a mental breakdown on his chest. This... was no act. Spy was in such severe mental anguish, and he... he... came to HIM to end it. A healer. An angel of mercy. A long horrid shiver ran down his spine as he felt like he was going to vomit. The realization of Spy's intent to come here tonight made him feel like he was going to faint. If he called the cops, Spy wouldn't last an hour.

Several moments passed when Spy fell silent and still, tears still running down his face within the now still room. There were several beats of silence before Medic slowly shifted, trying hard not to disturb Spy too much. With a great deal of effort, Medic very gently and tenderly rolled onto a sitting position, then a kneeling before rising to his feet, his arms firmly gripping Spy like a wounded animal.

The man within his arms didn't stir. He was hugging himself so tightly and was in a fetal position, shivering. It seemed he was in such a bad state that he was falling into a state of shock. Tossing his better judgment to the wind, Medic slowly walked his way to his living room and gently placed the man onto his couch.

When he made contact with the soft velvelty fabric of the couch, he practically melted into it. Spy seemed to either to have passed out from stress or was so exhausted he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. What the hell was he supposed to do.. if he did nothing, he'd die. If he did something... then what...? Perhaps it was a question for later. Right now he had things he needed to do, and quickly. Time was of the essence.

He wasn't sure what to think. Wherever Medic had placed him, it was... very comfortable. Soft. Warm.... It took all his willpower not to sob when he left the wamrth of Medic's chest. The sudden drparture of the warmth made him shiver for a mlment. It didn't last long.

When something soft and comforting draped over his shivering body, he flinched before feeling more of what he assumed were warm blankets being draped over his body. Was... was Medic - he wouldn't - Heavy and loud footsteps moved away from him, and once the shadow looming over him left he wearily pried open his eyes. As he glanced down at his body, he was draped in at least 4 fuzzy blankets... And not even several moments later he was asleep, collapsed from sheer exhaustion. Finally, after many months of suffering, Spy fully relaxed, letting all his fears and worries fade away as he slept.

This is the normal about the MOD posts here!

You may call me The Troubled Medic, or Gremlin! I run this blog, and it is mainly just for fun! Even so, please read the rules!

**I am an adult, and though I am above 18+, I do not intend to push my blog any further than some flirting or kissing. Maybe some rare JOKE HERE AND THERE in a fic but it would be tagged as such.**

- BE nice, plain and simple. Got nothing nice to say? Don't SAY IT.

- be respectful. I don't appreciate bullying or intolerance of people or anything like that. So please, do not bring it here.

- Politics. I really hope I don't have to say more. I don't wanna see it, nor do I wanna talk about it. We ain't going there

-Last and most importantly, HAVE FUN! THIS is a fun goofy when I feel inspo kinda blog, it's for fun, promise.