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[redalley]

First Day

The first day was already so insane it was hard for the poor Doctor to keep up. Running here and there to try and get his teammates healed or watch them do something stupid and get burned, headshot, exploded, backstabbed, etc. 

“Doc! Come on, man!” 

“Meediccc!”

“Medic!”

“Doc!”

“Doctor!”

“Medic!”

“Mrrdrr!”

No matter who he went to and who he tried to heal, it seemed like it was never enough. No one thanked him, and he had guessed he had gone through respawning about ten times already, which was still super fascinating but also terrifying to go through. He had been backstabbed, exploded, headshot, and gunned down to where he didn’t think he could take this anymore. 

While trying to push the cart and hiding behind it, trying to use it as a shield, he heard the enemy spy uncloak behind him, but before he could do anything, the one person he had made friends with had uncloaked and backstabbed the enemy spy. 

“Cheers, Doctor.”

And with the Spy cloaking himself again, it was like losing the bit of reassurance that he wasn’t in some kind of hell. 

“Meediccc!”

Oh, that was it. Enough with the healing and the nonexisting thank yous. This Medic was going to go somewhere else away from his team. Finally, he was able to sneak out. He was going to be using his old habits and finally do what he did best. Practice Medicine and have a wonderful time. He made his way through hiding behind essential things in buildings while the enemies passed. Sneaking behind a lone enemy was also fun, getting to take out his Ubersaw and backstabbing them like how he would to his unexpecting test subjects. Maybe he should’ve gone with being a Spy that was much more exhilarating than being some Doctor healing people that had no appreciation whatsoever for him stretching his neck out to make sure they were alive. 

This was it. Finally, the last person who had sent him through respawn was currently looking through his scope at a window. With careful and much ease, the German male was right behind him, his Ubersaw giving a slight twirl around his fingers, and as he raised it up, the other male turned around and pulled out a knife.

“Thought you were a Spy mate. Surprised to see a Medic out here that’s as cunnin’ as you.” 

So the guy he was fighting had an Australian accent just like his Sniper. 

“Thank you schweinehund. Usually, you’d be correct, but considering I’m highly underappreciated on my team, I decided to try and go on my own killing spree.” 

The two ended up having a great fight, Ubersaw vs. Machete, and surprisingly none of the two teams were there to stop it, or if they were, they made their presence unknown. 

Eventually, Medic had the high ground and could get ahold of the enemy Sniper, to his surprise.

“Nice moves, Doctor. Although I do wonder what’s hidden behind that bird mask of yours. Bet you’re a real beaut.” 

This caused the Red Medic to let out a laugh. No one had given him this much of a thrilling sword fight ever since he was little.

“Well, I wouldn’t do this but as a thank you.” 

He decided to unlatch the mask with his free hand and held it in his hand as he looked at the slightly taller male who now had what most people would call shiny sparkles in his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful...”

This was the last of this fight, for Medic had decided not to try and hear what  Blu Sniper had said instead brought his Ubersaw right through his chest.

“dummkopf.” 

[redalley]

The beginning

TW: slight childhood abuse 

It was a long day for the German male. He had been hired by someone named the administrator to come and work for some team called the Red team. He had traveled all this way from Cochem, Germany. The long flights had exhausted the poor Scientist’s mind, and the thirst for new experiments and science was making him feel super drenched. Seeing that he appeared to be the last of the nine in his team to show up, he felt a bit out of place. Most of them sounded American which was good since he had learned from a young age that language from his private teacher his dad had hired back when he was twelve. 

Alright, so someone from Boston...a southern.. and some loud, aggressive American patriot...

Granted, he wasn’t the best at deductions and was considered more of a pro at medicine. However, he was still trained to look out and observe more than most. Moving on from that, he saw someone wearing a hat that was currently sitting in a corner propped up against the wall with a sniper rifle close by. Another one was as drunk as some of the people he had seen in the taverns back home. Or what he saw all the time at Oktoberfest. This was already making him feel homesick. He was able to slink around gathering more info from the ones he had passed, although one did seem to be missing. 

He was finally able to find his lab, the one his employer had mentioned before he had taken the job. He was quick to hurry in, closing the door behind him. He didn’t like socializing with new people. The only new people he ever really talked to were the ones that had found their way onto his examination table, and most of them were unconscious. 

Alright, let’s review what I know...my purpose on this team is to make sure my teammates don’t die. I’ll be healing any and all injuries, although if some of my experiments happen while they’re here in my lab, that’s just science. There will be multiple people trying to kill me. Besides me, there’s only one other healer, but he’s on the opposite team. The medical surgeries that I had to have before coming here are going to allow me to respawn. 

The male couldn’t take it anymore and found himself walking over to his examination chair and laying his oh-so-heavy body on it. The long curly hair dropped over his face in the shape of a long curve covered over his left eye with the scar of a checkmark, a sign of an unhappy childhood. He felt his heavy red eyes come to a close, and he felt too tired to take off his circular glasses. 

He was just about to fall asleep when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder and a blanket drop over him. Unfortunately, due to that unhappy childhood, he was a light sleeper. The Doctor let out a groan before seeing a masked male in a red suit, a red balaclava, and a nice-looking hat with a feather in it.

”Pardon me, Doctor, sorry to pop in unannounced.” 

So this was the one that was missing earlier and, given that thick accent, a French man. 

”That’s ok mein freund.” 

The German said, raising up, smiling a bit, seeing the blanket. Not getting that much affection, he grew to enjoy the little things people did for him.

 “I have to ask who are you and what’s with the mask?” 

. He was too a man of privacy and wearing masks. He had one of a plague doctor with red swirls for cheeks and a brown beak for a mask when he was working, but the thought of wearing one all the time was quite bothersome. 

“I am the Red Spy of our team. My identity is a known secret, unlike yours, Doctor Richter, or would you prefer me to call you Medic or perhaps Aristotle?” 

The French male said with a classy and sly grin. 

This surprised the male to an extent already knowing his name. What else did he know about him?

 “Since Medic does seem to be what our employer wants me to be called, I’ll go by that. Although like this, I wouldn’t mind being called Aristotle.” 

“Then that’s what I’ll do. Now that our introductions are out of the way. Tomorrow will be the first day of our new job and while I would suggest training with the others. It does look like your flight from Germany made you exhausted. Get some rest. I’ll come back later.” 

Spy said, already making his way towards the exit.

“Danke Spy. Vielen Dank, das ist wirklich sehr nett. “ 

The Medic already had laid back down, pulling the blanket closer. Slowly falling back asleep, needing the much-needed rest for tomorrow.