Author's Note: This is it! This is the background story of Damien the TentaSpy (from Princess of the Fortress and Fortress Manhattan). Here is the Anonymous Review Reply for the last chapter of Fortress Manhattan:

I've seen enough hentai- Yeah, Damien can be creepy at times...but sometimes he can't help it. What kind of hentai did it remind you of, if I may ask? Thanks for the review!

Animed2Fox- Really? That was actually the first time I had written something like that. Well, Damien's story is up right now! (and this is the first chapter, obviously.) I hope you enjoy it! Yup, I will work on the third story as soon as I can! Thanks for the review! Leon: ...Uh, okay, goodbye...

Bearybeary- Yup, that's what happened alright, and it wasn't pretty. Thanks for the review!

Now, so far, this story takes place BEFORE Princess of the Fortress (for those who don't know.) And I will tell otherwise if the time period changes. But for now, enjoy this first chapter!

Drips of water that fell from the sewer ceiling landed on his forehead. Slowly beginning to wake up, he groaned as he placed a hand on his face. "Ugh…Wha-? What happened?" he opened one eye, then the other. "W-Where am I?"

The sewers were damp, cold and dark. The Spy carefully sat up to check his surroundings. "How did I…get here? I don't remember being in here in the first place." he looked at his sleeves. "That's odd…I don't quite remember wearing this suit…When did I change?" Then he looked down. "MON D-!" he panicked and scooted away to the nearest wall. "WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?"

What had replaced his legs completely horrified him. Eight, huge, jet-black tentacles coiled and writhed about. "T-This can't be! It's impossible!" In panic, the Spy lifted his coat to see his torso. Sure enough, the black mass was attached to him. The line between human flesh and the octopus-half zigzagged across completely around the waistline. "This is just a bad dream…" the Spy panted heavily, "I will wake up, and I will be in my bed…one-hundred percent human…" he crawled to the edge of the concrete path towards the clear water. "Come on, wake up! Please wake up!" he repeated as he took handfuls of water and splashed himself in the face. "Why am I not waking up? WHY?" he stopped for a moment, seeing if it had any effect. The reflection that he saw revealed his terrified face and teal eyes full of tears.

"I don't…I don't understand…Why am I like this?" The Spy looked over to his left to see a watery path. "Maybe if I find someone, I could get some help." he stood up, nearly falling back down a he tried to balance on his new snake-like limbs. "Just one step at a time…" he said to himself, trying to make his new tentacles move forward on command. Trying to stay up right as best as he could, he shivered when he felt them slither across the ground almost as a real octopus on an ocean floor. Every so often, he would stumble for a bit before he continued to scoot along the concrete path. "This is hopeless! I'll never get out of here if I try to walk like this…" the Spy moaned. He stopped for a moment and began thinking of a better solution. "Maybe swimming will get me there faster…" he considered, heading towards the waterway.

He carefully slipped into the warm water. He couldn't help but to smile from how natural it felt. "I guess this could work…But since I am now part octopus, I wonder if I can breathe underwater…" he dunked his head under to make sure. At first, he held his breath, nervous that he would swallow the water instead. Not able to hold it for any longer, he gasped. Much to his surprise, not a single drop of water was inhaled. There seemed no difference between breathing air and under the water. Rising back out to the surface, The Spy's smile grew from the accomplishment. "It worked!" he quietly cheered to himself.

But his celebration was cut short after he heard clicking noises slowly growing louder. "Where are you?" He demanded, frantically searching for the source of the noise. "Come out! I'm not afraid to fight! Show yourself!"

Coming out from the darkness was a small, black, crab. It slowly approached him, standing at the edge of the concrete path on the other side.

The Spy sighed of relief. "Oh…it's just a crab." he laughed, swimming up to the crab. "Hello…"

The crab stared at him with beady black eyes. His claws began to click.

"Hm…? What?" The Spy blinked in confusion.

The crab repeated the clicking with a slower pace.

"Am…I alright? I'm alright…I guess…" The Spy responded.

The little crab was in shock, giving him an astonished glance. Click, click, click-y?

The Spy slowly nodded. "Oui, I can…understand you…But how?"

The crab shrugged.

"Oh, I guess today is very unusual then. I don't understand what I'm going through."

Click-click?

"Well, you see. I woke up to find myself not entirely human. See? Look." one of the tentacles crept onto the concrete ledge, showing the crab. "I don't know what to do with myself, anymore. I'm lost, confused, and I just want help."

Click-y. Click, click, click-click.

"Well…that would be very kind of you. I would love your help. Can you direct me outside?"

The small crab jumped out and down of excitement. Click! Click!

The Spy chuckled. "Very well. Let us proceed." he offered a hand towards the crab.

The crab happily accepted as he skittered onto his hand and up his arm. Settling on to his shoulder, the crab pointed forwards with one of his pinchers. Click-click-y, click, click-y.

The Spy nodded of understanding. "Alright, thank you." he glided across the water, allowing his tentacles to help him swim. "So…what kind of crab are you?" he asked.

Click, click-click, click. Click-y, click click-click, click-y.

"A Spy Crab? And you've been given intelligence by genetic mutation or something?"

The Spy Crab nodded. Click, click click-y.

"I can see that you have your own language."

Click-y, click? Click?

The Spy frowned. "I honestly don't know what I am anymore. I thought I was a regular Spy…"

Click, click, click?

"I was human before…I know I was. It's that, I can't remember what that was like. The only thing that I can remember was a terrible accident with some sticky bombs from an enemy Demoman. What makes things worse is that I don't remember which team I was on, what I was like as a human, or even my past life and childhood. It's horrible not to know anything about your life at all."

The crab gently patted the back of the Spy's neck with a pincher. Click-click click, click-y click.

"You're right…At least I did not forget how to think for myself, speak, or how to be a Spy. I'm still me, right?"

Click, click-y! Click-click, click click.

"Merci." the Spy's grin reappeared. "But I don't know how I am going to live like this. I'm afraid no one will accept me if they see me like this…"

Click-y, click-click. Click, click-click-click.

"But I have to see someone. I have a feeling that they could help me with my problems. I must try, little crab."

Click-click. Click-y, click, click.

"Well that's very thoughtful of you to let me stay with you if things don't work out."

The crab smiled and squeaked of joy. Click! Click-click click.

"Oh, your name is Jacque. It's okay that you didn't mention before. That's really a nice name."

Click-click click?

"My name? I apologize for not making an acquaintance with you as well. My name is Damien, and it's a pleasure to meet you, mon ami."