1 . Name: Anonymous @ 2010-12-03 15:15

first time poster here. go easy, but I still want crit.

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From Twitchy, With Love

My alarm started going off around four in the morning despite the fact that it was set to six. With a moan a slammed my hand down on the snooze button and rolled back over. The thing has always been a god damn pain in the ass. Always going off when there is no alarm set and when there is it goes off early. Within a couple of seconds the damn thing started up again. I groaned and lifted it off my night stand and hurled it. It hit the wall with a glorious smash before gave a few more sickly buzzes shutting off completely. I rubbed my eyes knowing that falling back asleep was out of the question. I started off my day how I always did, by grabbing the roll of ace bandages off my desk and tapping down my tits. Oh yeah, tits. Yeah I’m not talking man tits here I mean girl tits… I’m a girl. I was planning on telling you guys eventually like as in when our contract ended but I guess I can’t really follow through with that plan. So anyways I walked over to the full length mirror and to make sure that nothing was popping out. There was a soft layer of muffin top that curled its way over the top of the bandages. Short, fat, I’m almost glad that I had to wear that mask and suit all the time… well almost. I traced my finger along one of the old burn marks on my stomach as I looked at my profile. I considered running a brush through my hair but I don’t really think it’s worth doing anymore. Not since Queen Bitch Announcer made me chop it all off as part of some RED standard procedure that all pyros have to go through.
“You ready to do this?” I whispered. Its weird hearing your voice after months of it being muffled through a mask. It’s always sitting there on the corner of my desk staring at me with those soulless black eyes. I walked over to the mirror the way I always do and put it halfway on only leaving my lips showing. I could make out the scar that started at the top left corner of my mouth despite the tinted lenses of my mask. It was a thin scar, wire thin, pink and ugly. You can trace it in perfect curves from my lips down my neck, across my right tit until it stops thick and patchy on my pale hip. There’s not a lot that I’m willing to tell you guys about how I got the scar. The only thing I’ll say is that it’s from those BLU bastards gave me reason to join this team.
“I’ll be back later,” I said my voice muffled from the mask. I honestly don’t know who I was talking to. Talking out loud is comforting to me.

Jane was down in the kitchen like he always, standing at the window that overlooked that battlefield. I offered to make breakfast the way I always do but he just grunted and grumbled something.

I remember Jane telling me, “Maybe you wouldn’t be such a mumble mouthed bastard if you took off that mask once in awhile.” I could see him glaring at me out from under his helmet. Yes Jane I’ll get right on that. Honestly I find talking to you nearly impossible and I don’t mean that in a ‘you can’t understand what the fuck I’m saying ‘kind of way. You are just generally an ass to most of the guys. I mean I’ve heard the doc talking to Del about you having dementia but that’s not an excuse really.
“Yo you making pancakes twitch,” Danny asked walking into the kitchen. Oh right! How could I forget that beloved nickname that you guys have referred to me as from the moment I stepped foot in this place. I hope you know you guys are assholes. Just so you know my name is… Oh hell it doesn’t matter, I guess the point is you should feel bad about being a heard of douche nozzles.
“Mhm,” I said looking up to see Danny settle across the table from Jane in a stained white wife beater and boxers with baseballs on them. I swear you’re such a slob. Jane and I were at least moderately ready but you, you’ve always decide to wait five minutes before the mission to get dressed… And that’s when Doc yells at you to.
“Will you make me some for me,” He asked leaning forward on the table closing his eyes, “Like about four or five?”
“Four or five,” I said muffled by the mask filter, “What the hell do I look like, your fucking mom?”
Jane and Danny glance at each other.
“Wait what,” Danny asked raising his eyebrows.
I was starting to get pissed now, “Do. I. Look. Like. Your. Fucking. Mom?”
“Oh I gottcha,” He said nodding with a huge smile that flattered, “No my Ma isn’t a—a uh… Well whatever you are.”
I smacked my forehead, “Oh my God.”
“So can you,” He begged.
“Fine,” I said. By the by I made sure to burn it on one side and undercook it on the other. I’m not sure if you noticed though because you seemed to have added on at least four different kinds of syrup. Kind of hard to taste how crappy something is when you overload on sugar. I finished making one for Jane and smothered it in plain cream cheese and syrup just how he likes it.
As everyone started gathering together in the supply room you guys told me asked me to go with Snipes. I didn’t really like the idea of being separated from Del (That man has virtually no language barrier; you are truly a bro) but it wasn’t really worth fighting over. I went with him up to his loft and I’ll be totally honest with you guys it SUCKED. I mean there were flies buzzing all over the stack of plates (In case you were all wondering where they kept going) and the whole place stank like piss. He waved his hand over at a couch he had crammed against the wall.
“You can sit,” He told me, “I won’t be needin your assistance.”
He was a comment away from getting his front teeth knocked out but since he was mostly quiet I let it slide. When I say mostly I mean he makes these weird grunting sounds while he’s lining up for a shot. I wish I had a camera or something cuz you guys would of lost it.
I seriously spent an hour sitting on his pissy couch until finally an opportunity popped up like some nasty pimple. Alright so I screamed Spy a couple of times and all he did was glance up. I mean I know that I’m difficult to understand but anything I say on the battle field seems like it be worth listening to. I jumped up and torched the fucker. I turned to gloat about my kill but something happened. I heard a shot fire followed by the sensation of getting knocked the fuck down.
“You e’er stop to think that there’s other snipers out there?”
I tried to sit up but his weight was crushed against me.
“Well maybe I should have let the freaking frog kill you next time!”
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I could feel his hot breath on my face and I glanced over to where my mask had fallen on the floor. For a moment I thought that maybe he wouldn’t figure it out. That maybe by some miracle my short hair and round face would fool him.
“When were you planning on telling us?”
He sounded hurt more than angry. I didn’t know what to tell him. How do you explain something like that to somebody (Excluding how I told you guys). I guess that’s how it all happened. While you guys were all out nearly getting yourselves killed we started talking. We talked about everything and although most of our conversations ended in us arguing we had started to grow close. This went on for awhile and you guys seemed to be ok with me sticking around him, making sure that there weren’t any frogs or gremlins sneaking up behind him to rip his spine out with a butterfly knife or bash his head in with a baseball bat.
Yesterday while me and him were up in his loft something happened, not like when the spy popped up, but something shocking enough to inhale the coke I was drinking. Although I’m short and I’m not a twig and I look like a scar covered monster he looked up from his gun and said, “You mean a lot to me Twitch, I e’er tell ya that?”
I don’t need to say what happened next. I think you guys can guess.
I guess this is what I’ve been trying to get to. Fuck I’m sorry if the ink is starting to get a little smeary. I’ll try and wrap this up.
Last night Snipes came to my room and told me that this was going to be the last time I saw him. All he would say was that his employment had been terminated and he was going home. I want to say that it was because of what we did up in his place but how would they have known? More importantly why would they only send him away?
I know you all noticed. You all looked at that empty seat at the table and you couldn’t see the tears that poured out of my eyes from behind my mask. The tears that I couldn’t wipe away and left salty trails that made my skin raw.
Tonight I have made a decision, one that I cannot go back on. Over this past month I have tasted love and it tastes as sweet as Danny’s pancakes (Well alright maybe not that sweet). I can’t live without him. Tonight I’m leaving and I’m almost positive that this is violating my contract, that they are going to come after me but I don’t care. I don’t know how but I’m going to find him but I’ll find a way. I’m positive.
I know we’ll all meet each other again someday but in case we don’t I just want to let you guys know something. I know that most of the things I wrote in this letter make me seem like a bastard and maybe you guys have always seen me this way but I gotta say, I love you guys. You’re like my brothers. My younger and older (Really fucking annoying) brothers. I guess that my only regret is knowing you guys’ll never have another pyro as good as me. See you guys on the other side.
With love,
Twitchy

P.S. I think I left one of my bras under the bed. I’d rather you throw it out but if you really want to remember me that badly I won’t hold any grudges.