Did you know that Madic ate OrangeMan? (Vore)
Random facts that will make you question why we like Tf2 freakshow.
Every time Spyper changed personality, you would see his eyes turn white and a neck noise would sound. (watch the original videos, you will find it there)
Painis Cupcakes or all the Freaks of their style, are they in purgatory???
Does heaven exist? If it doesn't exist... Why does limbo and hell exist?
HECU would be committing acts of corruption if you think about it.
Do the laws exist in the Freak-World?
Why do they only attack mercenaries?
Polite Spy could easily be the most powerful being after Sti pidface (and this could be God?)
If there are beings so powerful that they are capable of altering the natural and physical order of the world. Will this not also affect other countries? (usa, mexico, japan, etc)
Technically the Freaks are immortal, no matter how many times they die, they always appear as if nothing had happened. As if they were a plague...
Literally female Freaks are almost a rarity, does that mean they are extinct???
Angels are a mere illusion, nothing is HOLY.
The police never catch the Freaks, they are their victims or they end up being crazy.
What if the victims who survived... are not left with severe and eternal traumas? Do you have any empathy...?
Literally all Freaks, no matter how good, holy, or cute, always commit a crime, even if they don't even know it.
Each Freak is a mere representation of mental disorders, or real drugs. examples:
Painis Cupcakes = Eating disorder, canivalism, binge eating (eating a lot). A drug that works very well for P.C is marijuana.
Spyper =Bipolar disorder. Impulses and traits of sociopathy. Heroin is a clear example
Cbs = It is very obvious how much he suffered that his mental state was horrible.From alcohol addictions to being psychopath, sociopath and impulsive, he has any number of crimes.
Polite Spy, unlike the others, this is a disease = congenital analgesia (not feeling pain, did you know that these people die without knowing the cause?, because their immunity is not very pleasant to say the least... and they possibly have autism)
There is a rapist walking the streets of 2Fort... (Jarate cale dick)
No one will know why Rubber Fruit left their channel.
The creators of some Freaks deleted some or most of the videos where these characters appeared. were they embarrassed?
slowly no one remembers what at least once was FREAKS FORTRESS...
no one remembers them... Nobody, they are not what they were before, right?
Nothing is real?
DON'T WAIT, ANSWER ME!-
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That Smile (Polite Spy x Reader) One Shot
A/n: Some Brother! CBS x Sibling! Reader. I was also debating if Y/n should have an accent. So some sentences have an accent and others don't.
You know how if you have an older brother, he is bound to have his best friend around all the time?
Well, that was me.
My brother always dragged his friends around on missions or small sprees we liked to go on. For years now, I fought monsters and other creatures alongside my brother. He qualified as “one of the freaks” as the townsfolk of Teufort labeled us. Because he was my brother, I also qualified. He was known as Christian Brutal Sniper, or CBS for short. I had many skills which made me the Midnight Slasher of Teufort.
“Christian, why do we gotta walk so far?” I whined. I dragged my feet as far as I could. My brother and I planned to walk half the Badlands to get to our destination. We were having a small camping trip for relaxation. In other words, Christian actually got tired of terrorizing people. I did too.
“Come on Y/n, cheer up. We’re almost there.” I groaned, hanging my head down in defeat.
You know how I said,if you have a brother, he is bound to have his best friend around all the time?
Well, Polite Spy was that friend. He was usually around all the time, following me like a lost puppy. He was never annoying. We had good conversations about stuff, even when I was doing something that included screaming and blood. For our trip, it was originally going to be Gentlespy but he was already busy doing other stuff. He said he would try to come. I was a little mad he didn’t come because it meant I had to suffer Spy’s politeness. It drove me nuts! Although, whenever he smiled, he looked kinda cute. I liked that.
“Just a couple of more minutes and we’ll be there,” Christian replied. I stretched out my back. I was cramping up hard. My back ached and so did my limbs. The sun was beating down upon me. Today was terrible. I rubbed some sweat off my forehead.
“You know, you could always borrow my hat, cherie,” Spy said. He took off his Summer Hat.
“Uh no thanks, Polite,” I said. “Oi can withstand this heat.”
“Of course,” he replied, “but if you need anything, I’m here.” He smiled his signature smile. Oh goodness, that smile. He just seemed so innocent! I had to smile back. He turned bright red, looking away, still smiling. My brother just rolled his eyes.
*>/<*
All three of us finally arrived at the Badlands king of the hill map. We were to camp near the control point. Under the bridge to be exact. Spy and I were tasked to set up camp while Christian went out to find our food. That meant it was just us two. We finished setting up the tent in record time.
“So,” I said, rolling out the sleeping bags, “why did you come along? I mean, Oi know you’re good friends with Christian, but why come along? If Gentle came along, would you still come?” Spy smiled and sat on his bag. I sat down next to him.
“I like you and your brother’s company. You’re a very nice person,” he said. I chuckled, blushing a bit. “If Gentlespy came along, I wouldn’t mind because you’d be here in that scenario. Your presence would help me get through his nonsense.” I started chuckling nervously and rubbed the back of my neck.
“You’re just saying that,” I said. “In reality, Oi’m a terrible person. I terrorize people just like CBS. I’m not perfect.”
“But you are in my opinion,” he replied, blushing. He took my hands. My face heated up. “Uh, look Y/n,” he said, “um, I’ve-.”
“Hey, lovebirds,” Christian interrupted. He was holding a dead, fried turkey, “dinner’s here. Go wash up.” I stood up.
“Where’d you get the bird?” I asked, walking past my brother.
“Don’t ask,” he replied, handing me the turkey. “Go wash up now. Spoi, a word?” I washed up, sliced up the turkey and placed it on our plates. I ended up hiding near the tent so I could eavesdrop on my brother. I pressed my ear up against the tent, trying to keep quiet. “So you know the rules, roight?” I chuckled. Of course Spy knew the rules. My big brother acted overprotective whenever someone would try and date me. It didn’t work out with other people, but Spy just might win.
“Yes, don’t break Y/n’s heart or else you’ll break my ribs, don’t cheat on Y/n or you’ll snap me in two,” Spy replied. “Do I need to go on?”
“Oi think you got the gist,” Christian said. I rushed back to the small table we set up and sat down. The two men got out of the tent.
“So, what’d you two talk about?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Christian replied. He took his seat across from me. Polite Spy sat next to me, smiling. I turned red, smiling back. We ate turkey dinner, which was cold by now. I wondered how Christian cooked the food. There was no campfire going on.
It was a mystery I’d have to find out about later.
*>/<*
So the problem was that it started to rain. The two boys shared one tent while I stayed in another. There was a small hole above my head and cold air entered the tent. I pinched the bridge of my nose, deciding to get up. But before I could, Spy unzipped the tent’s entrance. I lifted my head up from the pillow. He carried a big blanket with him.
“Room for one more?” he asked.
“Sure, c’mon in,” I replied. I let my head plop down. Spy curled up next to me, placing the blanket over the both of us. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder. “So wot brings you to my part of town?” I asked. Spy snuggled closer.
“I thought you needed the company,” he replied, “so I came over. I hope you don’t mind.” I chuckled.
“I don’t mind,” I said. “Look buddy, I’ve been meaning to tell you this. You’re the best guy my brother could ever have as a friend. Oi’m glad you’re my friend as well. Don’t lose that politeness.” He smiled. He removed his hat and placed it on my head.
“Goodnight Y/n,” he said. I kissed his cheek.
“Goodnight,” I replied. “Don’t lose that smile.”
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