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I TOTALLY JUST HAD A DREAM ABOUT SPAAAACE

Anyways. I totally forgot to put MORE under the last chapter updated. Huge special thanks to the awesome legend Terato Marty for helping me on that last chapter! Seriously, you guys. Without his help, that stupid chapter would probably still be in production, and the payoff wouldn't have been nearly as great. Thanks again, pardner!

>>160 Thank you! I'll try hard not to disappoint!

>>161 If someone made a book cover of that, my heart would be happy forever. I'm glad you're enjoying this, but I can't overlook the irony of your name with a story like this.

>>162 /heart is happy forever
No rush. Just the prospect of it even being on someone's to-do list makes me happy. I remember Marty joking that it was probably Medic that published it, if that gives you any ideas.

This one is kinda small by my standards, but I had a feeling you guys would want to see it anyways.

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Here’s a not-well-known fact.

He hated the circus.

More than doctors, dentists, or even flat soda.

The clowns were the worst. They were creepy, face-painted FIENDS with no souls and no friends.

He’d gone with his mom to the circus to see the elephants. Because what fucking little kid DIDN’T want to see fucking elephants? Honestly.

Music trickled out in the background as he munched on his funnel cake and wandered around, trying to find a good spot to see the show. His mom was holding his hand. There were people around. But there were always people around. It was the circus. People liked going there.

For some reason, eating the funnel cake was really hard. He kept remembering biting into it and chewing, but he couldn’t seem to taste anything. After a moment’s frustration, he realized he’d never bitten into it at all.

“Ma—?”

Suddenly, he realized he wasn’t holding his mom’s hand like he thought he was. He whirled around, eyes widened in panic. “Ma?” Had he let go without thinking? Did she tell him to stay put and he hadn’t heard her?

He thought he’d heard his name, but the music and the murmurings of the crowd were too loud. “M…Ma?! Has anyone seen my ma?!”

His young voice was peaked with fear. He was lost in a dark jungle of legs. He didn’t know where to go. That stupid music… WHY didn’t it shut up?!

“Hello? Hello?”

None of the people had faces. They should have had faces, but they didn’t. They were still talking in that low, droning murmur. He could still feel them looking at him. They didn’t have eyes, but they were looking at him.

The music swirled crazy. He felt dizzily. Heart racing. Eyes darting. Racing.

“Mom! MOM! Please! Somebody!”

In the bathroom now. Still music. Looks into a mirror.

CLOWN.

He couldn’t see past the yellow eyes, white face, and red hair. Crimson lips.

Him?

Screamed. Stepped back. Lost his balance, and falling.

Falling backwards, into the darkness, and screaming.

He saw his mother now. She was on the edge screaming. For him.

A hand lead her away from the edge.

Alone now.

Music.

Dark.

There was a ragged gasp as Scout’s eyes fluttered open. He panted harshly for a moment, heart pounding. He still wasn’t quite sure if it’d all been a dream or not. He was drenched in sweat, his mouth ached and tasted like shit warmed over, and he was… laying down?

There was one bleary blink, then two as he tried to clear his vision. That’s when he realized the music from his dream had never actually stopped. He listened carefully, and before long, it transformed from its loopy, warped, circus-like tune into a pleasant, upbeat melody.

Peering between the bars of a cage he was inexplicably in, his eyes came to rest on Engineer’s stocky form, sitting with his heels kicked up on a nearby desk, strumming his guitar, and singing in a low, husky voice.

“Near a tree by a river, there's a hole in the ground, where an old man of Aran goes around and around…” the man crooned softly, stroking the instrument with an odd tenderness. “And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night; for a strange kind of fashion, there's a wrong and a right. But he'll never, never fight over you…”

There was a pause as Engineer’s eyes flickered up to Scout’s face. A grin. “Oh, man. Can’t tell ya how glad I am t’see ya awake. You had me worried, there.”

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6DcfXVL0mh0

Okay, I kinda went against the unspoken rule and featured a song not around in the 60s. But, balls, I wanted to do this song anyway. If I have to cheat and say that Engineer wrote it, so be it. I'm not a... guitar person, so I wouldn't know if it would be possible to make an acoustic version of the song, but I wouldn't doubt it. Ah well.

I loved the dream sequence (welcome to every nightmare I've ever had ever), but not the stuff afterwards too much. It's hard writing someone waking up. Especially since I hardly ever remember waking up, myself.

But, yeah. Enough ranting. Hope you guys enjoy.

Oh, god, that was fantastic. I just found this story this morning and just read it all the way through. You had me tumbling through all kinds of crazy emotions, mostly wanting to cry, hahaha. Please keep up the good work and update soon!!

I love that song! I can hear him playing the song in my head, thou it is the older version of it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VN04vtNcrek

Hoo-RAH. I love the update. I love it.

Weh I cannot wait for more. This story just. Hngh.

BAM.

Repose: Thanks! I'll try my best!

#166: I've never heard the older version of it before! Yeah, it probably would fit a lot better with Engie, considering the hair and all. (Am I the only one who approves of Engineer's rockin' mullet?)

167: I love you. Call me.

168: Anon, u silly, y u bump fo'?

Proofing - Once again for ladies and women. HAVE SOME CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

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There was a pause as Engineer’s eyes flickered up to Scout’s face. A grin. “Oh, man. Can’t tell ya how glad I am t’see ya awake. You had me worried, there.”

Engineer wasn’t sure what to expect the kid’s response to be. He’d imagined an entire list, from a heartfelt, “Thank you…” to a fearful, “Where am I? What’s going on?”

He was sorely unprepared for Scout’s actual response, which was a venomous, “Fuck you.”

The man nearly fell over in his chair from the harsh words. “E-Excuse me?!”
“You heard me. Fuck. You,” the boy sneered, sitting up as best as he could. He glanced around the bars of the cage he was locked in. “I know what this is. You’ve come to bargain for fuckin’ sex. You save me from the Masked Psycho and I become YOUR pretty little ass-slave instead. Well, fuck you, pal.”

He clenched his jaw with a smoldering determination. “I’m NOT becoming this entire base’s fucking slut. You’ll have to kill me first.” Even as he spoke, a small quiver overtook his voice. He swallowed forcefully past the lump forming in his throat and choked back the tears.

It took a moment for Engineer to recover from the vicious retort. He laid the guitar down and raised his hands in a nonthreatening way. “Look… Calm your horses, now. I’m not here to—”
Scout cut him off with a snort and a nasty smile. “Oh, hey. Looks like you CAN talk, after all, huh?” It turned into a horrid snarl just as quickly. “Would’ve been nice to know when I was rottin’ in that fuckin’ cellar in the DARK all those days.”

Engineer returned it with a scowl of his own. “Well, this ain’t really the way t’treat someone who just saved your damn life.”
Scout barked out a laugh. “Yeah right. ‘Someone who saved my life’ my ass! WHERE WERE YOU THE LAST FEW FUCKING DAYS, HUH?! Why didn’t you save me THEN?!”

Engineer winced, and tried to respond, but Scout wasn’t done yet. “I BEGGED YOU! You KNEW what he was doing to me! You KNEW it, but you didn’t do SHIT! You’re just as bad as he is – no – WORSE!!! Because you saw it and knew it was wrong and didn’t do SHIT! Or did you want to wait until you were sure you could have me all to yourself, you fucking fa—”

Engineer jumped to his feet, crossed the room with two easy strides, and slammed his fist on the bars of the cage so hard, the medical equipment rattled. Scout jumped out of his skin and hid behind his blanket, trembling.

“God DAMN it, you FUCKING little idiot!” he exploded, eyes blazing like the sun. “I’M NOT LIKE HIM!!!”

Scout just stared at him from behind his blanket, still shaking like a leaf. There was silence, and then a tiny sob filled the silence. Engineer immediately felt guilty, seeing the kid’s fearful, tear-filled eyes, but was too proud to admit it.

He sighed, took a step back, and folded his arms. “Alright… Sorry. You’ve got e’ery right to be suspicious an’ e’erythang,” he muttered, glaring off to the side. “But I’ve taken a lot of risks to getcha here, and I don’t appreciate it bein’ thrown back in my face like that.”

Scout wiped his eyes, trying to put back on his best brave face. His voice still quivered as he asked, “Well, what is it that you want from ME, then?”
Engineer thought about this. “Well… Nothin’, I guess—”
“Bullshit. Everyone wants somethin’.”
“Well, it’s true,” Engineer snapped back. Another sigh. “Look. I’m not askin’ you to trust me, alright? I’m just asking you to… Let me HELP you,” he fumbled out.

There was a pause as Scout glared holes into Engie’s skull, as if trying to read his mind. Engineer just gazed uncomfortably back.

Finally, there was a smirk, and Scout sank back on his pillow, eyes knowing. “Oh, I see… You’re one of THOSE types… You doin’ this to ease your conscience? To help you forget what you saw? To convince yourself you’re still a good man or some shit?”

At Engineer’s wince, Scout chuckled and closed his eyes. Several uncomfortable seconds of silence ticked by as Scout took some time to rest after his emotional outburst. Engineer was just about to assume he’d drifted off to sleep, when those icy blues opened once more.

Determination shone in Scout’s eyes. “You really wanna help me out, Cowpoke? Set me free.”
“I cain’t do that, pardner.”
“Ha! I knew it.” Scout glared bitterly at him. “Guess want of redemption only goes so far, huh?”

“Oh yeah?!” Engineer ground his teeth, clutching one of the bars and pressing his forehead against the cool metal in order to quell his escalating headache. “And what would you have me do, you gotdamn MORON?! Where the hell are you gonna run on THAT leg?! Where can you go where they won’t find you?! Do you even know where you are?! Where the nearest BLU base is?! You’ll get us BOTH killed!”

Scout somberly thought this over, the color draining from his face. Finally, a sigh. “Well then… Guess the only other option is to kill me,” he muttered. “Just end it all.”
“I can’t do that, either.”
“WHY the hell not?!” Scout snapped, tears of fury burning his eyes. “You said it yourself – there’s nowhere I can go at this point! Hell, even if there was…” He glanced down at his shattered leg, and gave a heartbroken sigh. “I… I wouldn’t really be livin’, anyways. Not like this.”

Engineer shot him a look of sympathy, and sighed, lowering his gaze to his boots. “Well… I can’t do that. Soldier’s my superior, an’ he ain’t given the orders to… yanno. Not yet.”

Scout rolled over and stared at the wall. “So. You’re tellin’ me that you can’t let me go, but you can’t kill me, either? I’m not really livin’, but I’m not allowed to die?”
Engineer rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I… I guess so, pardner,” he muttered.
“… Well. Alright then.”

Engineer waited, but after fifteen solid minutes of silence, he figured the kid was done talking for the day.

As he shut the heavy door to his workshop, he pretended not to notice the stifled sobs coming from the trembling form on the bed.

Things were going to be a lot tougher than he’d previously thought.

I have no words except; magnificent. I eagerly await Spy's reaction to seeing Scout's missing.

I wasn't expecting this, but I should have been, since it's you. This is much more believable than swooning damsel-in-distress Scout falling in love with his rescuer.

Poor Engie, and poor Scout, even if he is being a little shit. Only thing I got to ask is how did Scout go from silent and hopeless doll (so to speak) to a once again sad but fiesty prisoner? I do like your saying about proofreading though. I sit upon the edge of my seat wanting more.

my heart broke a little at the end T-T do go on.

Oh and I agree with Marty, anger over stockholm any day.

Hey a thought occurred. Does Scout's team wonder where he is or anything?

I can't help but feel that this was a little rushed, especially with Scout's sudden turn around in attitude. He has regained his composure far to quickly for my liking, and is far to thoughtful. It sounds very unlike scout to be able to identify a man as being the "Trying to redeem" myself type.

Maybe he changed back to aggressive so fast cause he's not as sick anymore. Even get really nauseous and feel miserable, then when you finally throw it all up you're in the best mood ever? I figure it's kinda like that.

Hey guys I have an idea.

Why don't we all shut the fuck up and let her write the story. She's the author and can take the story in any direction she wants.
Sorry if that is a little mean but damn guys back off a bit alright?

Whoa, whoa! Let's simmer down for a moment, there, Monster. I appreciate your concern, but it's not problem. I love getting comments on my story and seeing the readers speculate! It's not problem at all. Thanks again for your help, bro.

>>171 Dohoho. So do I.

>>172 God, Marty, you make we want to fanjizz all over your shoes. And you commented on this! FFFFF. STOP MAKING ME LOVE AND ADMIRE YOU SO MUCH.

>>173 A few reasons. First was the reason he specified. He'd taken Spy's crap, but wasn't going to take it from Engie, too. He was so fueled by rage and disgust, that he was willing to annoy Engineer to the point where he'd actually kill Scout, just so that he could get a moment's peace. Second was the fact that he had a LOT of emotions bottled up just waiting for a fit of angst so that they could be expelled. Third is.... Well, Chess said it best. Also, thanks. RAEG > LOVEY DOVEYNEZZ

Rudy: Oh, things get better! Then worse... But they get better first!

Chess: They do. I'd like to go into that, but I'm not sure how to fit in with the current storyline. I might do a spin-off thread for it.

177: I can see why you'd think that, but there was thought put into this, as previously expressed. Also, I don't see Scout as being an idiot just because of how he talks or his age. I think that seeing what he has changes a person and I'm sure he'd be a lot more insightful to people's motivations and thoughts etc etc etc.

Chess: That's part of the reason, yeah. Thanks, homie.

Monster: Thanks to you, too, homie. But it's alright. I got pretty thick skin.

Well there Monster, god forbid anyone should have an opinion huh? I wasn't saying this is crap, change it, I was merely expressing my view. Someone needs to calm down and remember a lot of stuff is posted here FOR the critic.

To reiterate, I do enjoy where this story is going and the direction you choose to take is your choice, I didn't mean to come off as critical so I apologize if I did, but not knowing some of the (painfully obvious looking back now) reasons, it just seemed odd he had bounced back so quickly. Anyways, Chess I think by now they have presumed Scout as dead (its been like a few weeks by now I assume.) Anyways, continue with what your doing, this story is thoroughly enjoyable.

Welp. All I gotta say is that no matter where you take this story, forever me gusta. So. Just keep it up.

I've been seriously digging this story. Engie's really gotten himself in deep putting his neck out for Scout like that. I can't predict how this will turn out, and that's what makes it so compelling. Keep up the good work!

Don't mind me, just praying that this story'll have a happy ending... eventually.

Looks like Scout and Engie are off to another rocky start.
Kinda funny and a little happy that Scout's still hasn't lost his fire yet, that the Masked Psycho for all his efforts hasn't broken the kid down. (He's traumatized yes, but I like that Scout refused to roll over without a fight.)

I can see that, despite all of Engie's goodwill and risking his neck, it'll take a lot for Scout to even remotely consider trusting him. I do hope though that things would be patched up between them but at least they've come to a somewhat understanding that Engie wasn't going to hurt him.

Can't wait to see what happens next! This story's got me on the edge of my seat!

If tf2chan of all places can't foster criticism, I don't know where can.

This isn't my kind of story, but it's compelling and it's got me still here after so long. My criticism is that it's unneccessary to capitalise words for intonation in speech... if you must emphasise a word, italicise it. It's really not neccessary though as the reader will add their own intonation and unless it's a really important unusual word being emphasised, you don't need to control it so much.

>>186
Is it possible to italicize on the chan? is it just the regular <i>italics</i> tag?

>>187
Apparently not.

I know you can use italics but I don't know how. I use -this- sometimes to emphasize words.

>>187
>>188
>>189
Square brackets []
(I think it's bb code?) But it's the coding you use on forums, rather than dA which is <>

test

Also testing, please excuse.

Please Miss/Sir , may I have some 'ore?

>>181 Well, I'm sure Monster didn't mean it like that. Lately, the Chan has been a little bitchier than usual (hate to bring it up, but apparently, Yang got beat over the head with a lot of nasty comments, so there's that), and so it's got some members on edge, and seeing what are moderately innocent comments as veiled insults. Everyone just take it easy - I don't see anyone as a bad-guy, alright?

>>182 Thanks, Japan! There's no harm done, and your question was something I meant to discuss as a post-note, anyways. I just forgot, because I'm a derphead. Thanks again for reading.

>>183 ilu. (call me)

>>184 My God, Banimal, I am such a fanspaz of yours; it means a lot to have you say you like my vomit o' text. Thankyousomuchsrsly

>>185 Well, Spy kind of has him broken in one respect; he is... oh, wait. That's spoilers. DELETE ALL THE WORDS!!!
And, yes. Trust issues everywhere. We'll see where it leads.

>>186 Read my response to 181.
Also, thanks for the crit. Ugh, I know I have a bit of a problem when it comes to leading my audience around by the hand like a child when it comes to intonation. Kind of a quirk of mine. I started doing this way back in the day when I noticed that my friends would always read my stories "wrong" when reading aloud. But since I've gotten a few other criticisms for doing it, I'll put serious effort into changing my ways. Even as much as I don't want to.
One thing I won't change, though, is using allcaps for words I do emphasize, for the most part (Medic is an example for exceptions). Why not? Because it's tons easier, is why. I'm not manually putting italics in for all my dialogue - it's just too much work. If this were, say, a published book, then I'd obviously not do this, but it's the chan, and I ain't makin' no monies. So allcaps it is.

>>187
Is it possible to italicize on the chan? Second-to-last update had an all-italics dream sequence I lol'd. Anon, u silly.

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>>192
You cannot imagine how awkward I felt when I first read all these.

>>193 Yes. Yes, you may. Eventually. This next chapter is going to take a lot of thought.

Love you guys, like, burning.

So I hurd u gaiz wanted summore Spaaaah.

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Another dream about him… That boy.

Spy rubbed his eyes groggily, fishing for the cigarettes he kept stashed under his pillow and adjusting his mask. It’d been an unusually warm night. He could feel sweat beading under the thick rubber on his face, making him feel even more uncomfortable than he already was. The dim glow of the tiny flame illuminated his face as he lit up, and took a long draw.

He didn’t even need to glance down at himself to know he had quite an embarrassing erection tenting his blanket. It was salt in the wounds, knowing who it was for.

Spy had quite the dilemma on his hands, he mused. Not the predicament considering the state of his morality – no, his concern was of something much, much more dire.

Simply put, he was concerned about his manhood.

He hadn’t meant for this to become such a problem. It was simple and easy to understand, at first. He had the opportunity to end his month-long dry spell, and took it, the first chance he got. But now, he was having his doubts.

He stood and began pacing as he contemplated everything. It was odd to say, but… in a twisted sort of way, he’d developed feelings for the boy under his control. Not love, of course, but a malicious and terrifying obsession. He had emotional attachment to the idiotic little whelp – he saw him as his territory.

This wasn’t all terrible, but most terrifying of all, he’d started to have bizarre fantasies of the boy. At the start, the boy was just a tool used to vent his sexual frustration. While taking him, he’d imagine he was making love to beautiful women instead – his favorite being the boy’s mother.

Maybe that had been a mistake. Somewhere along the line, the fantasies of torturing Scout and making love to his mother had blended together. He’d begin with thoughts of her curvy form and her alluring lips, but by the end, he’d imagine himself face-fucking Scout until the kid got another case of the dry heaves. For the last few days, he’d purposely stayed away from the boy. He’d tried to masturbate without images of Scout’s broken body and humiliated sobbing entering his mind even once. He simply couldn’t do it.

What if he’d captured someone else? A woman – beautiful and voluptuous – and done the same to her? If he’d tortured and raped her instead? Would she take the place of Scout in his obsession? He couldn’t be sure. Just thinking about leaving the boy completely made him uneasy. The end result would probably be that he stored both captives together and visit them both.

Spy took a seat on his bed, giving another puff of his cigarette as he stared up at his ceiling. He couldn’t imagine why someone so unattractive and unappealing could have such an effect on him. Perhaps, he thought, it was in the timing. Scout may have not been much, but he was there, and he’d satisfied Spy for the first time in well over 30 days. Not only that, but he’d made his first discovery of his love for the more… twisted desires when it came to sex because of the boy.

Was it enough to defend his heterosexuality? Maybe not. But he simply couldn’t get up the effort to care anymore. Not to mention it had been days since his last visit, his erection wasn’t going away, and, hell, he just wanted to fucking fuck.

With this new outlook, he dressed and headed to the cellar. Perhaps he’d make Scout beg again.

~~~

For ladies and women, ya'll.

Oh no. Oh god no. Jesus Christ no, but yes, god yes. I kinda wanted to see more of Scout and Engineer coming to more of an understanding but at the same time... Sorry, let me wipe away the tears and pick up my jaw from the floor and...just...continue...

Shit, I just, oh fuck.
This just breaks my heart but I can't stop reading.
Shitballs, you're good.

I was really dreading when Spy would make his next appearance, but now I just can't wait to see what happens when/if he finds Scout with Engineer...

Japan: I'm doing my best!

#197: Thanks so much! This story is my baby, so it does my heart good to see people liking it so much.

Peels: Me, too. Hopefully I'll have the next installation done later today.

It's not often you come across a writer who really isn't afraid to be graphic. People'll talk the talk but they can't walk the walk. I know because I'm one of them. You are a good writer and you're willing to do what makes others uncomfortable to really get at a good story. We'll see where this goes but so far I am looking forward to each and every installment.

Which surprises me because, as a rule, I hate fanfic. Good writing is good writing though, no matter what it's about. And as far as fanfic's go, well, you're a writer that would give them a good name. So good job. You and KGB are doing a great job of converting me.

I admit I kinda ignored this fanfic for a while because torture is really not my thing.. but I decided to give it a shot and read it all in one go. And I must say, it's really good! Not overly angsty as I feared it would be or mindless gory snuff.

As a runner, I cringed and started hugging my knees at the shattered knee cap part. But weirdly the wisdom tooth part didn't bother me that much, maybe it's because I don't have wisdom teeth.

Ok, I'll just go back to lurking now.

>>195
Shiiiiit, Engie you hide that boy right now! Keep him far away from that masked psycho!
I don't think Spy would like it at all when he finds out that Engie's encroaching on what he considers "his territory".

What's scary is how Spy just does not care at all about Scout as a person. You could say that it was Spy who's gotten all fucked in the head, not Scout, after this whole ordeal.

>>194 in response to >>185
Spoilers you say? Oh dear, although I shouldn't be too surprised that Scout isn't going to get out of this unscarred, now you've gotten me all tense wondering just what sort of psychological scars Spy's left on the poor boy.

Wait, I just reread the story and a thought occurred to me, after the party Spy said he'd let scout get off with just a blowjob, does this imply off-screen anal? Just curious is all.

>>200 I can't believe I hit the 200 mark. You guys are awesome. No, seriously. Anyways, thank you so much for your kind words. I'm not that much of a graphic person, especially in real life, but I guess everyone has a dark side, huh? I just try to make something out of my sick fascination for hurting nonexistent people.
And if you don't usually like fanfic, but you liked this (And KGB, too!), you should definitely take a look around the chan. This place has the highest yielding of fanfictions on one tiny spot than I've seen on the entire interwebs. Like I said before, I'm a huge fanboy of Terato Marty, coauthor of the amazing "On The Coldfront". I also like Dotchan, Banimal, and Cat Bounty. But, really, there are too many great fanfiction writers out there than I can list! Happy reading, friend!

>>201 I'm glad you liked this despite it being a torture fic! I've put a lot of thought into it, and I can safely say it's my baby now! I'm glad you consider it not "overly angsty", because sometimes I'm afraid I'm laying it on too thick. I'm glad I made you cringe at least once in this! If you feel the urge to shower me with praise comment again, don't be shy! I love it.

>>202 No. Spy will not be happy at all.

>>203 I was going to be coy about answering this one, but it's too late at night for Das Boschitt, so I'll just go ahead and say.... Yes. Yes, it does.

Sorry for the huge lag in updates lately u gaiz. I'll try to get my shit together - I just can't seem to stick to one thing as of late.

AHA! I knew i- why am I happy about this... God I'm a sick fuck. Anyways, carry on.

(This is Anon 200. And I am too retarded/lazy to be linking. <3)

Gah! I JUST (like JUST) caught up with "On The Coldfront". This place is completely killing my resolve. I can't at all bitch about people liking (and writing) fanfics anymore. As much as it is a disappointment to lose one more thing to dislike, it's also good. It's good to know not all fanfics are "And then a poor rendition of me with good self esteem made super sexy faces at -ENTER CHARACTER HERE- and it was SO HAWT. <333"

Because up until just recently, because of these TF2 stories, that's all I really considered fanfics. But again, good writers are good just as bad writers are... bad.

And thank you for the well wishing! Happy reading yourself. And happy writing? More please now?

I keep wondering whether or not you're going to give this a happy ending. I know I'll enjoy it either way, but to me this story seems the perfect set up to a tragic ending.

Very much looking forward to the next update!!

Japan: I am surprised at you, missy! Shame on you for taking pleasure in Scout's pain! Only I'm allowed to do that!

206\200: I'm glad you have a respect for fanfiction now - as you said, good writing is good writing. And I'll have the next part up by this evening! I promise! I'm just going to get it proofed for once.

Magpie: Thanks! It's coming soon!

SO IT LOOKS LIKE MY THREAD HAS AUTOSAGED. LOL WHAT IS THIS, I DON'T EVEN.

GJ, EVERYBODY.

I'll make a new one shortly, but for now, I see it as the perfect opportunity to brush up on some mistakes left from earlier! Ciao!

200/206/Still Lazy - FFFFF, soexcitedfortheupdatelikeyoudon'tevenknow,okay? <3 -bounces-

I don't understand autosages. I just don't.

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