1 . Name: jeffian @ 2011-02-26 14:32

this is for my bro Hamsters. Happy birthday.
I hope you lost every single one of the board games you played today.

Apologizes for my fail accent.

this is why i don't write often dammit.

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Hoowee, had it been a long day today. Nearly lost the battle, actually. Glad we got that lil’ jack rabbit on our side; wouldn’t have been able to get the Intel without him. Guess he’s good for somth’n after all.

My body’s still wound up tight from lugging everything around and running back n’ forth keeping all my darling machines up and running, even without the red spy causing a ruckus. Was a hard day indeed.

Though, the most important thing to do after a long , hard day, is to take time to relax. Today, I just pack up what scrap I can from my buildings that had been destroyed, leaving those still working to watch the doors to the outside of our building. I hope one of them Red’s try to come over in eh night. My little sentry hadn’t even gotten a kill yet.
The good ‘ol doc glances over me briefly to make sure I’m in one piece I recon. Ah’d thank ‘im but he’s already turned towards the Heavy, fussing over the man’s wounds.
Ah gotta remember to stop by the doc’s office later. Need ta borrow a few things from him.

I drag my tool box with me into my little garage and shut my door, not bothering to even lock it. No-one wants to come in here anyway. None of the others in the team seem to like me much. They always seem to scurry away like startled mice when they see me outside of battle.

I plunk my tool box by my work bench, which is cluttered with spare parts. If Delina saw me, she would be nagging me on how dirty my work table is. It’s calming though, going through the spare parts I recovered today. Gonna combine them into a new sentry. I think I’ll a name her Hannah; seems like a feisty name for my lil’ sentry. Something that will just ruin everyone’s day.

I work on Hannah for a few hours. Slowly the tension from my muscles leaves into the machinery I am delicately working on, but it’s not gone, not yet. I glance at the clock. It’s about 5 now. The Doc’s usually free by this time.

Not gonna bore yah to death with the small details, but I do get those things I need and manage to get back before six. Medic’s always insisting on a check-up when it comes to me for some reason. It’s starting to get a wee bit annoying.
In my workshop there is a room at the back, probably had been an old storage closet. When I had Found it on the building’s blueprints it had been bricked over. It was easy enough to unblock it and fix it up. I can hardly hold back my wolfish grin.

It’s a plain old door, made it myself, doesn’t so much as creak as I open it and shut it silently behind me. That RED Spy is right where I had left him, tied to a chair that’s bolted into the middle of the floor. He always gets caught by the same darn trap; Cookies on my workbench dosed with the medics special blend. I do hope he enjoyed those snicker doodles before the sedative took effect. They are a bit tricky to make for me.
It’s always fun watching him struggle to consciousness then freeze, realizing that he is being held captive. He tries to peer around in the darkness, but the single light overhead is too dim for him to see. He tries to compose himself, and I can’t help but laugh ya’see.

“Who’s there?” He demands. He seems a might breathless. He always sounds breathless, like he’s excited. Every single time.
I just grin as I step into the light in front of him.
“Why howdy there Spah, Have a nice nap?” I tip my hat up to see him better, my goggles around my neck. He looks so smug, puffin up like a cocky rooster.

“Ah, yes, Dell. I hope I had made you enough scrap medal today.” He’s very bad at getting under my nerves. It’s almost pitiful.

I only grin at him wider, turning towards the only other furniture in this room. My other work bench. There is already an assortment of tools waiting for me here and I add the ones in my arms to the neat collection . I know without looking that Spy is straining his neck to see what it is I am doing exactly. When I peak over my shoulder at him, his head snaps forwards, but his eyes are still on me.

“Torture me all you will, Labourer. I will never crack.” Well, ain’t he just the cutest darn thing. I finally decide on the buck knife. I always loved using that, it had been a gift from my daddy.

“Spah, you seem to assume that I even care about anything yah have to say.” I know I got a dark gleam in my eye right now, I’ve seen it before reflected back at me by his eyes. “Ah only wanna hear ya scream for me boy.” I laugh as the colour drains from his face and he flinches, like it’ll stop me from cutting him up nice.

I start by cutting the mask from him face, nicking the skin slightly. I have to hold his head still with my other hand, otherwise he’ll flinch too much, don’t wanna get him in the eye now. I rather like those eyes of his. They’re opened wide and won’t stop darting around. Heh. Already my arms are getting more relaxed with each slice. When I’m done with his mask, I cut open The front of his fancy suit, just the front now. Just to show off his chest, my new canvas. I don’t bother cutting more off.

When his chest is exposed, I make a neat slice down along his breast bone. The blood wells up darkly beside his skin. The boy must never take off that suite. White as a ghost. He winces and flinches. I’m pretty sure by now he hates pain. Strange that he’s a spy then.

With each stoke, my body relaxes so I Take my time carving up designs on his stomach. Some small schematics, mostly areas where I’m going to attach his electro shocker. I had been fiddling with it earlier, I’m pretty sure I managed to raise and tune the voltage just enough to make him twitch. I’ll just have to see.

It’s fun carving on his stomach, but he’s jerking too much, making it hard to work. He’s crying now, how pathetic. It’s only some small cuts.

I stop, wiping the blade on his cloths before heading back to my work bench and grabbing The spy’s modified sapper. Its bigger than before, attached to the wall now, had to make it a new casing for it. IT only takes me a second to attach the spare electrodes I had gotten from the medic. Took even longer to attach them to the places I marked out on the spy’s chest
“Hold still now, need to get these perfect.” He’s blubbering and there’s snot running down his nose. Disgusting. I step back to take a look at my work. Spy’s shaking, and he’s covered in blood, his chest heaving. He’s no longer excited.

I pick up the box and fiddle around with the controls before I decide on a setting before turning it on. His whole body twitches and he strains against the binds, but he can’t go anywhere. I turn the knob up higher. His whole body’s tensed, the muscles on his thin neck standing out even more. There blood coming out his mouth, I think he bit through his tongue.
It’s always fun watching him twitch, like my sentries do when he puts one of his sappers on them. The body and a machine aren’t so different at all. Heh

I wonder why he always seems to forget these little recreational sessions. I’m not a doctor of that kind, but I can always stay amused since he never seems to expect this. Over and over and over again.

Ah shoot. Looks like left ’im too long . My little toy‘s broken and smoking. He’s still straining, but that may just be the electricity making him stiff.

He should come back around in a few days. I think ill make some brownies next.