Heavy was walking through the Teufort Forest carrying a basket of sandviches for his friend Medic, who was sick in bed. On his way there, he got hungry and sat down for a sandvich break.
"Medic will not notice if only one sandvich is gone.", Heavy said to himself as he sat down on a rock. All of a sudden, he saw his good friend Scout.
"Gimme one of them sandviches, chucklehead.", Scout said to Heavy.
"No, Scout! These sandviches are for Medic! He is sick and Sasha and I are bringing sandviches to him.", Heavy stated.
"Ah come on, what's one sandvich gonna do. He ain't gonna miss it.", Scout pleaded.
"No. These sandviches are Medic's. Go make your own sandvich if you are so hungry, Scout!"
"Fine, fine, have it your way big guy. Where is Medic's house anyways? I forgot. I wanna give him my... warm regards. Yeah, some of them regards and junk."
"You forgot where Medic's house is? Is just through woods!"
"Thanks, big guy!", Scout said to Heavy, as he ran down the path unusually slowly.
"Scout is so forgetful.", Heavy said to himself as he let out a big sigh.
"Come now, Sasha. Let us bring sandviches to Medic!", he exclaimed as he lifted his gun and set off into the forest.
The path through the forest was long and dark and had many scary sounds, but Heavy had Sasha to protect him.
"TAKE THAT, SCARY NOISE!", Heavy shouted as he unloaded 200 rounds into a cicadia.
When Heavy arrived at Medic's house, he noticed that the door was already opened.
"That is odd.", Heavy thought, "Medic never leaves door open."
Medic was lying in his bed, when he saw Heavy come in. He was looking a little strange, though.
"Medic, what a bad smell you have!", Heavy said, noticing the stench of cigarettes in the air.
"All ze better to-", Medic was quickly cut off
"What a French accent you have!"
"All ze better to-"
"WHAT A BIG KNIFE YOU HAVE!"
"All ze better... to STAB YOU WITH" Medic shouted, as he decloaked, revealing that he was in fact the BLU Spy.
"You really should have given me one of your sandviches, you fat buffoon! Now it's time for you to meet your transfert par testament!"
The BLU Spy raised his knife into the air, ready to sink it into Heavy's back, when suddenly...
"HUDDA HUDDA HUH!"
A Pyro bursted in through the door! With a blast of fire, and a quick chop of his Axtinguisher, the Spy was dead.
"Thank you Pyro! You are credit to team!", Heavy said, his voice overflowing with relief. "But what about Medic?"
"Hudda, hudda hudda huu.", said Pyro, as he pointed under the bed, where a dead Medic lay.
"Oh.", said Heavy, full of disappointment. "Who will eat sandviches?"
Heavy thought for a moment.
"Is silly question! HEAVY will eat sandviches!"
And Heavy ate all of the sandviches and lived somewhat happily ever after.
THE END.