Hello everyone! I am the Head Hunter Sniper, and this is part of the story of my Team Fortress 2 character, the Head Hunter Sniper! Most of you reading this will have read Team Spirit: The Harmonic Warriors, and are currently Reading Team Spirit: Green on Your Side. If you haven't, please do, as this character is in said story. In Fact, this is basically that story from his perspective! Don't worry though, there is going to be plenty of events here that aren't in the 'Parent Story.' Here is chapter one!
A lonely Blu Sniper stumbled through unfamiliar wilderness. Though his hat was missing, he wasn't bothered by the sun because he was wearing a pair of sun glasses, known as the 'Professor's Specs,' and a high collar, which was part of what is known as the 'Silver Bullets.' He grunted as he stumbled over a small pile of rocks, and almost fell into a small stream.
"This is so frustrating..." He muttered. "I almost want to lose my self control. Anger is good sometimes...but not now..."
He DID want his anger, but not the kind your are probably thinking of. He wanted his Hat, the model of which is called 'Anger.'
He stopped to take a small drink from the stream he narrowly avoided falling into. As he looked around, he spotted a line of trees. Closer Inspection with the scope of his rifle, known as the Hitman's Heatmaker, he could tell that the Trees were most fruit trees, Apple Trees, Orange Trees, even a Plum Tree.
"Food. I guess I go that way... I'm talking to myself again..." The marksman sighed.
It has been almost two weeks since he was forced to trade away his robro 9000, which he named "047 Honorable Intent," yet he still found himself trying to talk to it.
"I heard there is a new misc, some sort of stone songbird... I would like that... If I could just find my way back to the arena." The Blu Sniper groaned. His leg hurt, his arm hurt, his side hurt, the list goes on. "When I find that thing, I am going to take the rest of it's feathers, and make my mother a new pillow."
When he had first woken up in the middle of the strange field, he was attacked. It moved too fast for him to track, but what he could tell about it was that it had hooves like a Horse, but it also had black wings. The whole thing was black, really, except for the eyes.
The Sniper shuddered a little. It's eyes look like the use to be some shade of purple, magenta, perhaps. But they appeared to be on fire. That was the most disturbing feature.
"Ugh, that thing hit me hard. Better not tell anyone that! I will tell them,.. That... That I got a few hits in, but it fled!" The wounded marksman said, trying to regain his confidence.
In truth, the thing knocked him cold in no more than ten seconds. It laughed at him too. A cold, twisted laugh...
The Sniper reached the tree line. He put his rifle away, and pulled out his choice of machete, a wooden knife called the 'Tribesman's Shiv.' He used it to cut down some branches, giving him easy access to the fruit. He carried a handful with one arm, and began eating the fruit. They were some of the best apples he ever tasted.
"Seasoned with hunger, I guess. Hey, what are those in the air? Ugh, I am talking to myself again...!"
And so ends chapter one! Give me some feed back, I always strive to be a better author! Note that I will not stop helping Blackmarble with his part of the story! I will try to put up a new chapter every night until I catch up with Team Fortress 2, Green on Your side. You can find Darkmarbles page, and his stories at u/4181864/Darkmarble. Remember that later chapter are not going to make sense if you haven't read both stories! Thank you! And good... Morning, Day, or Night!