I SAID I WAS GOING TO BED
BUT
Owly and I had the MOST AMAZING RP EVAH and I had to draw this….#2 seemed to have a fit of Stockholm Syndrome or something before he died…
I can’t… really describe what happened here… It was just so… wow.RED Medic is like “WTF ARE ZHESE FEELS? AAAUUUGGGH LET GO OF ME”
HAVE AN UGLY SKETCH OWLY
#2 is the most emotionally confused guy.
He knows he’s a botched experiment, worthless to BLU Medic and to his creators, left on the battlefield to die through cumulative respawn errors because no one can be bothered to ship him back to the research facility and break him down for spare parts. Maybe he just needs someone to pay attention to him, any kind of attention, so badly that RED Medic’s sadistic hack-n-slash is still better than being ignored. Someone wanting to kill him is still someone wanting him.
Poor #2.
HNGGG LAVI THIS IS LOVELY AND ALL MY FEELS ;A; this rp was just so good and aaaaugh, HERES AN SNIPPET FOR ALL OF YOU WHO WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.
The clone sobbed weakly, blood mingled with other bodily fluids bubbling at his lips. The medics words cut into him, cold, sharp and cruel, but above all, true. Fat tears rolled lazily down his paling skin, dripping onto the wooden floor. The red medic was distracted, but there was nothing the clone could do, He couldn’t even muster up the strength to move. His blood pooled in a large warm puddle under and around him, seeping into the fabric of the red medics trousers kneeling close to him.
#2 looked up weakly at the RED medic and spoke with shuddering words, barely more than a whisper and so full of hurt.
“Vhy…do you hate me…Vhy do you all hate me?” the fresh tears welling in his eyes broke their banks as he closed his eyes, too weak to even keep them open.
The Medic stiffened, the questions coming off like a violation of his basic comforts. How dare he get emotional at a time like this?
“Hate you?” He repeated awkwardly, his face twisted up in real confusion. “…y-you’re on zhe BLU team… Vhy vould you even ask zhat? Don’t be shtupid.” He jerked #2’s body a bit in a disciplinary action, but it still bothered him that he had the nerve to ask such a ridiculous question. “And vhat’s more… Vhy vould I know vhy everyone hates you? I simply do not understand how you zhink…. aaarrrgh! You’re just frustrating me now! Sit still and keep quiet! You’ll ruin everyzhing!”
The pain was fading now, but the rotten feeling lingered in #2’s now slowing heart, soaking into his flesh and coming out as a few last tears.
“I just….Vant…..”
His voice became quieter, and without thinking, he clasped one of his weak hands into the folds of the red medics coat.
“To be vanted…”
His last breath escaped with the last syllable and the clone lay still in his cooling blood.
The RED Medic was frozen, gawking at #2 as he passed into darkness.
I so wanna draw a comic for that rp ;A;OH MY GOD I WANT! I NEED!! ALL THESE FEELS!! PLEASE LET ME HAVE A COMIC OR THE WHOLE RP OR SOMETHING!!!!
CRYING. SO HARD.
