Chapter 5: Frenemies
Note: part 1 and made after the episode: Secret of My Excess.
this happens two months after former chapter.
(the human world at the base of Badlands)
Another day, another game of who could kill most of the other team, that and the few times they get swarmed by robots there mysteriously looks like them.
RED Demoman is perhaps one the few of the mercenaries who do not fight this war for the money but because he prefers being part of something instead, alright maybe his BLU counterpart too has that line of thought. For he sure does not know who of them is the real deal; none of them do. But the fact is, as long he can get
TF2 Pony verson
TF2 Sonic Verson
Call of Duty
The Killer Trio
pony versions of Nintento
FoTD: Prison of the Dead: an Unknown Stranger
Weasel: Man, Is an great in here
Butterfly Gem: why yes it is *smile*
Applejack: *walk by* well, Howey Folk, My Name is Applejack
Weasel: why hello there, My name is Weasel and it is Butterfly Gem
Butterfly Gem: *Blushes* I-it nice to meet you Applejack
Applejack: You too newies, say, Twilight told me that you two new from Ponyville right?
Applejack: I'll guide you two to School of Friendship follow me
Both: *Following them*
Weasel: *whisper* do you have an crush on her Butter?
Butterfly Gem: *Blushes and whisper* what we just met We!
Light Soul: *walking until she bumped into an Dark gray U
Friendship of the Dead
MLP Ed, Edd n Eddy
Among The Sleep
Christian Brutal Sniper X Reader - Part 10: Finale
Christian Brutal Sniper x Reader - Part 10 (Finale)
With my sore, damaged, deteriorated legs dragging themselves across the ground like a bear drags his feet; I hesitantly made my way back to the base. I kept telling myself I was ready to leave, but a lingering thought like something was missing kept pestering me, like that I had something to finish but some things in life are best kept in the past.
When climbing up the creaky wooden stairs, I began to savour what I had taken from me a month ago. I had almost had forgotten what this place had looked like, what the mercenaries faces looked like; it felt like a million years.