The Memodan is a Spy.
Scout encounters Scout.
Scout had now stepped out of Medic's office, after requiring serious treatment after inhale Pyro. Nobody expected Pyro to actually BE the air... Wow. Fags.
"Thanks, doc. The freakin' Pyro, man." Scout said to Medic as he meandered out of the office.
"Ja, ja, ze Scout. Go and do... Whatever Scout related things you do..." Medic said as he began to polish his 'Best Quail Impressionist 1977' trophy.
Scout was now on his own in the dark hallway, the eerieness of it was clearly not impacting Scout, who was oblivious to any freaky-deaky stuff. Man he was awesome.
"I'm on top 'o the world, EH!" Scout sang. He was certainly a jolly boy today. BUT SUDDENLY! He noticed a mirror next to a rusted door, which was not their last week. He looked into it, tensing his absent muscles in some daft attempt to look cool.
Everything was going fantastically for the young Bostonian, not until his reflection began to slides across the mirror! Scout was frightened, confused and turned on. His reflection was moving without him moving!
"Yo, reflection, stop moving!" Scout ordered, but it did not listen, as it was too busy sliding across the floor and walls. SUDDENLY IT STOPPED. And it turned to him, with a distorted face, and crept closer and closer to him until he was touching hi- WAIT.
Scout WAS his reflection!
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