Pressed against the corner of the BLU base, I awaited my opportunity to sneak in. I eavesdropped casually, picking up morsels of gossip that'd make Demoman's jaw drop. Good thing Christmas was already passed, otherwise a select few might not be getting presents. There's always next Christmas, though. I chuckled to myself as I slithered into their base via the side door. I was disguised as the BLU Spy first, then, making sure no one saw me enter, I put on my Cloak and Dagger.
I strolled over to the kitchen. Their Scout seemed to be having fun putting up decorations with Sniper. These teams are so similar, yet they're very different. For example, their Medic stayed to clean the dining room after supper. We clean up after ourselves. Such children. I wonder who's baking? I sniffed the aroma closer to my nose. Cinnamon welcomed itself in as I nearly melted into a pool of gluttony. Merde. I'm so good at staying on task. The decor is an eyesore, perhaps it would actually benefit the party if I sabotaged it? I took up a streamer in my hand while the others had their backs turned. I lit it on fire and casually walked over to the punch bowl. A little tobacco never hurt anybody. I crept over to the grandfather clock and set it back an hour.
"Woah! One of the streamers is on fire! Quick, get tha extinguisher!" Scout began stomping on the flame whilst panicking. He was waving his arms in the air like a madman and signaling Sniper to do something. Their Sniper just leaned against the counter and laughed at the spectacle. Besides lazy, that's just a bit too mischievous. I smiled to myself as I exited the base, shivering in the bitter weather of Coldfront. That Sniper… He's something else.
I heard screams come from my base. My heart leaped into my throat as I remembered last year's party. The BLU Spy had also sabotaged the other team's party. I face-palmed myself as I ran into the building, feeling a hot wind pass by me as I hurried towards my fellow mercenaries. A loud chorus of screams also emanated from the BLU base.
Did I forget to mention zhat I let loose a pack of rats into zheir living quarters? 'appy New Year, mon amis.
Screams and joyous laughter rang out through the night, making the howling of the winter storm sound like the cooing of a small dove.
