I am sorry if my writing skills and my story causes you to start crying cheerios from your bellybutton as you watch the hotdog dance upon a pearly covered tear singing it's own rendition of Carry On My Wayward Son with nothing but a tissue and a piece of grass.
AY-O DISCLAIM-O
"Come here. Come here."
No, you must not listen to the voice in the dark.
"I bet this experience has been...electrifying."
Oh god what was that? That voice again mixed into the sounds and chaos that was the battleground. Sammy ran away, hoping to get far away from the strange looking thugs and their plight with the men in blue. Twins, twins everywhere. The fall had hindered her greatly leaving her disorientated and confused.
After escaping from the seemingly, and genuinely confused Texan man, Sammy avoided every living being, including the dark mass that appeared everywhere with large glowy eyes. She could see it everywhere, never moving to walk or talk but she knew it was ITS voice inside her head and she knew that IT was after HER. Sammy ran hard looking for somebody without a gun to help her.
Then and there! Salvation in the distance, a man in blue uniform, seemingly calm and friendly. She ran up to the being, failing to notice the mechanical movements, and merely tapped his back. A blue Pyro short circuited violently and fell heavily upon another individual blocking the door. Sammy saw but the horrified confuzzled face behind aviators and bolted away in the other direction.
Only to run straight into bigger lug in blue, with a machine gun towering over her and a voice of a mechanical killing machine. The sheer impact of her head meeting the HeavyBot's chest rendered her unconscious, crumpling to the ground. The last thing she saw were the feet of the machine, and beyond from between his legs, the dark shadowy mass of a figure with glowing eyes staring from a distance. It's mouth nonexistent, but its voice loud and clear in her head, piercing any other sound around her.
"Ow, that... Hertz."
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Dark blackness, and oh did her eyes hurt.
"What a strange... current...event."
Yes, yes it was strange, strange because she felt a soft blanket wrapped around her and the smell of cigar rolling in the air. A strong contrast to what she had fallen asleep too. It was quiet, way quiet with but the sounds of a wheels over dirt and the occasional bump jolting her awake.
Slowly opening her sockets, Sammy found herself in the back of a truck staring up into the stark black New Mexico sky. With every star to greet her.
As well as the bickering of 2 men in the front seat.
"This doesn't feel roight." An Australian accent punctuated the air, immediately and effectively answered back by a calm German man.
"Herr Fraulein falling from ze sky and receiving a large electrical shock is not right, nor normal. As far as we are concerned, she's dead. She has no pulse,"
Sammy raised her eyebrows, what did he say?
"... and would have a major concussion, zat is, assuming if ze fall and shock did not kill her first. " The German sounded tired, and weary as the Aussie grunted with disapproval.
Feeling extra stupid (and curious), Sammy attempted to sit up against the side of the truck, carefully keeping her throbbing head out of sight.
In the dark she could see the vast plain of dirt, stretching for miles. She never felt more sick to her stomach. She tried to recollect the events prior, but failed to remember beyond waking up not too long ago. Then she attempted to remember her name...and her home...her life...all drawing white blanks. White blanks, and that whispery voice that resided in her head.
"I don't think that she was electrocuted Doc. More loike...I don't know, it came from HER." The Aussie argued to a complacent companion who only uttered a simple "Hmmm" before the truck stopped at it's destination.
Destination Nowhere.
Sammy panicked and tried to push horrible thoughts out of her mind as she ducked back under the covers.
"Watt ... are you doing here? When you can be ... amped... up like me?"
Oh god that stupid voice not now, the sound of slamming car doors only caused her to panic even more.
"You are ...re-volt-ting...to me."
Dammit dammit dammit.
"...SHOCKING."
MOTHERPUSSBICKERINGBULLDOGPA NCAKEINGDOODLEFRICKER
Unceremoniously the blanket covers were ripped off and she was faced with a rugged, tall, 5'oclock shadowed, aviator wearing man accompanied by his slightly shorter, graying, sterile looking doctor dressed in white.
"Mien gott, she's alive." The doc said rather surprised. The Aussie stood even more puzzled with a shovel in hand. He saw that her eyes were wide open and hyperventilating was evident. What the Aussie and German didn't know however was that the voice in this blonde girl's head just couldn't shut it's nonexistent mouth.
"Ohm my. Should've zapped out when you had the chance.
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"Um, Miss, we seem to have a problem." A genuinely concerned voice hovered from the dark, in front sat a giant chair overseeing an even larger screen of today's events. An older, stoic and overly grudging woman sat back into her comfy chair rather uncomfortable at the events unfolding on the screen.
"When is there NOT a problem Miss Pauling." The older woman answered coldly, before letting out a deep breath of smoke that fluttered to the ceiling.
"Oh! I see, you *ahem* already know." Pauling cleared her throat conservatively before looking back at the screen, something crashed from the ceiling in the area Engie was in, though, it was not clear what it was as the whole body of the being appeared nothing more as white static and noise surrounding it.
They watched the static's figure ran across the screen, distorting the screen's fringes as the image changed to it's destructive power on one of the Machines.
"What is that?" Miss Pauling murmured to herself, almost disturbed by the unnatural grunt-like chuckle emanating from the other woman's lips.
"I don't believe this. That abomination is back."
DUN DUN DUUUUNNNNNN
What's a TF2 story without a little Administrator?