4This story is based off of the GMod Videos of Gzero91. If you've seen those videos, you'll find them to be very abstract and surreal, with various interpretations by the viewers in the comments section. This fanfiction serves to compile it all into one complete story. This is my first fanfiction, so apologies if the quality is subpar. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
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Location: Unknown
Operation: Unknown
Date: Unknown
Pain.
For the past five hours, Misha only knew pain.
It filled every nerve in his body, burning away every other sensation in his body. He could only feel pain. He could only smell pain. He could only see pain. All was pain.
For a moment, he lost control of his body, and let out an undignified, "Meee," but was quick to rectify that lapse in concentration. He could barely concentrate on anything else but he could have sworn that he heard a sharp laugh from the person across from him. One in the same position as he was, but with a face contorted in sadistic pleasure rather than pain.
He knew not the reason he needed to experience such pain, only that he had to. He had to so he could correct that. That horrible, horrible nightmare of events. Misha could still fill the abominable mutations it has caused. He knew that this pain is a far greater pain than what human beings would normally experience in such a position. He was certain that this thing across from him was responsible. The pain was unbearable; it was something he wanted to end. But he knew that he had to do it to save them. To save him.
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Location: Teufort, New Mexico
Operation: 2Fort
Date: June 23rd, 1971
"We have dropped the enemy intelligence!"
"Move, men. Stop those maggots from taking the briefcase!"
"Charge now, Doctor!"
"Jawohl!"
The sound of crackling electricity fills the air as a dark crimson shade covers every visible surface on the Heavy and Medic of Reliable Excavation Demolition Company (RED). The eerie glow in Heavy's eyes complemented the sinister tone to his maniacal laughter. Taking advantage of his newfound invincibility, Heavy revved his beloved Sacha and aimed it directly at the center of the bridge, right at the impudent mercenaries of the Builder's League United Company (BLU). With the mere press of a trigger. Hundreds of high-caliber rounds lay waste to the enemy's Soldier, Engineer, and Demoman, as their counter-fire bounces off his friend's impenetrable barrier. Just as the enemy Soldier makes his last scream of defiance, the RED Heavy and Medic return to their normal states.
"Tiny man!" The Heavy shouts behind him, "Get tiny box!"
"Okay, okay, jeez," A Brooklyn voice yelled in response.
Quick to capitalize the sudden vacancy of defenders, RED's own Scout rushed past the duo and quickly grabs the handle of the BLU's briefcase.
"We have taken the enemy intelligence," a feminine voice immediately booms over the facility's PA system. The Heavy grunted in acknowledgement. A сука in purple clothing, the Administrator was. That old woman was responsible for administrating the ongoing battles between the mercenaries of RED and BLU. After many long years of hard fighting, it's become an open secret that she played both sides. It was generally agreed upon that it was no coincidence that she wore purple, a mixture of the colors red and blue. So far, she hasn't responded to this discovery.
The "RED" Soldier took that moment to shout, "Move it, you worthless RED maggots! I don't like working with you, but I will make sure you will meet my BLU team standards!"
Except that, of course. The Administrator decided to do an "experiment" and exchanged the two teams' Demomen and Soldiers, probably to get bad blood stirred up and cause chaos in the team dynamic. If Heavy thought his own Soldier was a headache, than BLU's Soldier was a migraine. Not only was he an enemy, but his clash with RED Demoman seemed to have made him even crazier, spouting of jingoistic rhetoric with a new vigor. There also seems to also be a hateful addition of the word "nigger" in his references to the Demoman. Heavy was starting to see why the two black Scotsmen get drunk all the time.
Speaking of black Scotsmen, the Heavy could see said transfer mercenary dutifully lay sticky bombs along the rim of the RED facility's entrance to the Heavy's right. Recently, he's been conspicuously quiet and sober recently, something the more observant members of RED team have noticed. Of course, they knew why. This Demoman was a Buddhist. The Heavy wasn't privy to the details of the religion since the Soviet Union enforced atheism very harshly. Regardless, it seemed to have an effect on the Scotsman and was, to quote the Sniper, "A professional I would gladly work with over that drunkard we just-
*BANG*
A warm liquid splashed against the back of Heavy's head. He swipes his hand across the location and see his palm is covered in blood. He turns around to disciver the BLU Spy frozen in place, his butterfly knife ready to strike Heavy's spinal cord. A gaping hole was on his forehead.
Heavy looks up to the facility's battlements, and sees the RED sniper, waving and chuckling. He pulls the bolt on the AWPer Hand and loads the next bullet. The Heavy smirks and nods his head in gratitude, returning his sights on the bridge connecting to BLU's facility, its blue brick façade mirroring RED's red wood building. He once again revs up his minigun prepared to meet anyone who dares to take back the intelligence.
It would prove to be unnecessary as the Administrator suddenly announced, "Victory." The Scout must have finally secured the intel. The Heavy then stopped revving his minigun, and prepared to return to respawn. Turning to the Medic, he motioned to follow. The Medic responds by pushing up his glasses, grinning, and follows him into the building.
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Location: Unknown
Operation: 2Fort
Date: June 23rd, 1971
In a darkened room, two individual silhouettes could be made out by the light projected on the front wall. On said wall, numerous cathode ray screens displayed the scenes of battle that have occurred in Operation 2Fort.
"Pathetic. If this is how they'll fight when the time comes, they will be severely unprepared. I believe it is time to resort to that."
"Ma'am, are you sure that you want to do this?"
"You've seen the signs, he's about to make his move, and these morons are not enough to stop him. This should be able to give us the necessary manpower to defeat him."
"But ma'am, there's no telling what will happen to them. You've seen the tests; they could be scarred for life."
"Trust me, I've been doing this for the past hundred years. This is the best path to take. Besides, even if it is a failure, we can always hire more."
"But…I…*sigh* yes ma'am."
"Good. Commence the operation, NOW!"