Pit-Trap: I do not own these characters, TF2, etc.

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"REDs!" The RED Soldier shouted as soon as the Horseless Headless Horsemann and his monster friends were out of sight. "Huddle!"

At the RED Soldier's sudden order, the rest of the REDs turned their backs to the BLUs and huddled, forming a tight circle. They immediately started whispering amongst themselves.

A number of the BLUs raised their eyebrows at this, but after a moment, they all shrugged and did the same thing.

"Alright, men," Soldier spoke first. "Here's the situation: In order to become normal again we have to play a game with a group of monsters. The catch? We have to team up with the RED team." He glanced at all his teammates. "I say that's bullshit. But because this is America, we'll vote. We'll vote whether or not to team up with the REDs or to go it alone. So who's against it?"

"Mmm, yeah," Scout sneered. "After the whole RED Spy incident the other day, I sure as hell don't wanna work with them REDs."

"I 'ave to agree with zhe rabbit," Spy crossed his arms. "I despise zhe idea of working with zhe REDs."

"Myy snnf muh wornn vfff nmm," Pyro said.

"I haf to agree vith Pyro," Medic sighed. "Just like you all, I don't like zhe idea of working vith zhe REDs at all. But zhe sooner we finish zhis silly game, zhe sooner ve get fixed. Teaming up vith zhe REDs vill only make zhe game easier and quicker to finish."

"I agree with Medic," Heavy said. "Perhaps we could use puny REDs as bait for monsters while we smash pumpkins, yes? Then game be more fun."

"I bloody hate the REDs," Sniper spat. "But after I got a look at them monsters… well, I suppose teamin' up wouldn't hurt as much as being torn up by that werewolf, eh?"

"I've faced Nessie before," Demoman said. "But she was just one wee monster! There's bloody eight of 'em this time! I hate ta say it, lads, but teamin' up seems like a good way ta go."

"I don't want anything ta do with them REDs," Engineer shook his head. "I say we can live without 'em."

Soldier thought for a moment. "That's five to four. Teaming up with the REDs it is," he spat unhappily.

Some of the BLUs groaned while others just nodded. But the vote was done and over with. None of them were really happy with the result, especially when considering their entire situation and all. But desperate times called for desperate measures. And the BLUs desperately wanted to be normal again. They turned to face the REDs again.

Not a moment later, the REDs turned to face them as well. A silence fell between the two groups of mercenaries for a few seconds.

"Considering our situation," Soldier eventually broke the silence. "We offer a temporary alliance between the REDs and BLUs. The situation is dire and we face a common enemy. Teaming up will help both sides obtain their goals."

"On a regular basis, we would never team up with you BLUs, let alone play games with you," the RED Soldier snarled. "But tonight appears to be a very special case. We reluctantly accept the offer."

There was another pause as the idea of RED and BLU working together sunk in. The mercenaries all shifted uneasily.

Soldier looked at the sky. The sun was close to setting. The Horseless Headless Horsemann's game would begin soon. "This game that monster wants us to play will start soon," Soldier said. "I suggest we form a plan of attack!" He turned to look at the Spy. "Spy! I want every detail on the monsters you got from sight alone!"

"Of course," Spy immediately nodded and began. "Zhe witch could fly. I guess she will stay in zhe air the most of zhe game. Zhat vampire could fly as well, but only as a bat. 'e could still use zhat as an advantage. Keep your eyes peeled for a bat. It could be zhat vampire. Zhe ghost appeared to 'over, not fly. I would worry more about 'ow we are going to be able to 'it 'im. Zhe zombie and mummy both more very slow, but I'm guessing their strength or something will make up for zhat. Zhe scarecrow moved around a lot, 'e was fast and jumpy. Zhe werewolf looked flat out vicious. 'e will be no pushover. 'e probably 'as muscles to spare. And then there's 'orseless 'eadless 'orsemann, which we all know and love." Spy finished sarcastically.

The RED Soldier, after a moment of hesitation, said, "We need a weapon inventory as well," he glanced around. "Who's got what weapons?"

"Vell," the RED Medic started. "I haf my Medi Gun and my Bonesaw, nothing else."

"I haf zhe same," Medic nodded.

"What about the Heavies?" The RED Soldier glanced back at his fellow RED.

"No gun," the RED Heavy snarled. "Stoopid monster took only gun I brought."

"Fists are only thing I have as well," Heavy grumbled.

"Snipers?"

"Got me Huntsman, mate," the RED Sniper twirled an arrow in his fingers.

"Same here," Sniper said, but a moment later he pulled out his Kukri. "Oh, wait. Got this little beaut too."

"I got me Eyelander," Demoman spoke up next.

"Well, I brought me Scotsman's Skullcutter," the RED Demoman pushed the axe in the ground and leaned against it.

"I jus' got my bat," the RED Scout shrugged.

"I got my Sandman!" Scout quickly piped up.

"Spies?"

"Disguise kit, knife, and cloaking device," the RED Spy admitted after a moment.

"Zhe same," Spy nodded as he crossed his arms.

"Engineers?" The RED Soldier turned towards their Engineer.

"Jus' my wrench," the RED Engineer sighed in frustration.

"Yer forgettin' 'bout yer gunslinger, pardner," Engineer grinned, as he removed his glove.

"I s'pose there's that too," the RED Engineer said after a moment and took off his glove as well.

"Muh hnff muh afff!" The RED Pyro held up his axe triumphantly.

"Muh mph," Pryo nodded as well, but took of his gloves. "Bfff muut mbonff ynff fiff?" A small flame appeared at his fingertips.

"Myoo," the RED Pyro took off his gloves and allowed a small flame to appear in his hands as well.

"And I have my shovel," Soldier said.

"I have mine as well," the RED Soldier frowned. "But this is no impressive arsenal we have."

Soldier had to agree. "The Engineers can't build sentries or dispensers. The Demomen have no explosives.And the Spies have knives. Very tiny knives."

"I beg you pardon," the RED Spy spat. "But we 'ave our cloaking devices and disguise kits!"

"Oh, what are you gonna do?" Soldier taunted. "Turn into our Medic and go stab one of those monsters in the back?"

The RED Spy fell silent, but his glare was still harsh.

"Face it, you can't do much! Neither of the Spies can. You both have tentacles instead of legs for God's sake!" Soldier added with a glance to his teammate. "I don't care how many of us there are, we're at a huge disadvantage! No guns, tiny knives, detachable heads, and tentacles!"

"Well," Engineer piped up. "We'll just have ta watch each others' backs is all."

Everyone stared at him.

"Now, don't y'all give me that look," Engineer snapped. "We agreed to work together and damn it, we're going to!" He looked around until his eyes fell on Pyro. "Pyro!"

"Mph?"

"Ya saw that scarecrow right?"

"Mph…"

"Why don't you an' the RED Pyro go lit 'im up?"

"Mrr-rry?" Pyro practically squealed.

The RED Pryo gave a muffled sound of joy as well.

"Sure," Engineer grinned. "He's all yours."

"Ynph!" Both Pyros cheered.

"That witch is gonna be a problem too," Engineer said after a minute of thought. He glanced at Sniper and then the RED one. "Can you Snipers handle her? Keep her out of everyone's hair?"

"Sure thing, mate," Sniper nodded at the Texan.

The RED Sniper glanced at his teammates before speaking. "Sounds alright ta me. Better than takin' on that bloody werewolf I s'pose."

"You should stay on top of all sheds and in your usual sniping spots," the RED Soldier advised. "Stay off the ground as much as possible and watch everyone's backs."

"What 'bout the Medics?" Engineer wondered aloud.

"Vhat about us?" The RED Medic questioned, narrowing his eyes at the BLU.

"Well, no offense ta either of you Medics, but I don't think either of ya should stay with a Heavy like y'all normally do. Ain't worth much ta charge a Heavy with no gun," Engineer reasoned with a shrug.

"Can still do plenty damage with fists alone," the RED Heavy growled.

"I'm not sayin' ya can't," Engineer held his hands up in defense. "I'm jus' sayin' they should stick with the Soldiers or maybe the Pyros. A gun-less Heavy will do damage, but not as much as one with a gun."

"Aw, but Engie," Soldier looked at the Texan with a frown. "I wanted to take on the werewolf! It's too dangerous for the doc to go with me-"

"Too dangerous?!" Medic interrupted indignantly, glaring at his teammate. "Vhat am I, a kind?"

Soldier ignored him. "Don't stick the doc with me!"

"I would suggest you take your Medic with you," the RED Soldier said to his counterpart. "For I assure you that I will be the one taking on the werewolf!"

"Please. I could beat it ten times faster than you! And better than you, too!" Soldier sneered.

"I'd like to see you try!"

"You will! Because I'll be the one kicking that werewolf's ass! Not you!"

"Not in my world you're not! I'm kicking the werewolf's ass!"

"I am!"

"I-"

"Ya both can take on the werewolf!" Engineer shouted before their argument could go on any longer. Jesus, the manchildren he worked with… "Both the Soldiers can take on the werewolf. The Medics will stay with the Heavies. Everyone happy now?"

"Well, I-"

"Good," Engineer cut Soldier off before moving on. "Now, how we gonna handle that ghost?"

"I'm guessin' hittin' it with a bat won't work out too well," Scout said.

"Ghost tend ta be all see-through an' such, laddie," Demoman rolled his eye. "I doubt you'll do much damage."

"Like yer sword would do much damage either," Scout snapped back.

"Their swords might not do much damage," the RED Soldier looked thoughtful. "But their freaky eye tricks might!"

"Ya mean ya want us ta put the ghost ta sleep?" The RED Demoman raised an eyebrow at his teammate.

"I dunno," Engineer crossed his arms. "That ghost didn't look like it had any eyes… or anything else on its face for that matter."

"Well, if you have a better idea, do tell!" The RED Soldier retorted.

Engineer rolled his eyes. "Fine," he said. "The Demomen will see if they can put the ghost ta sleep."

"Eet is nice," Spy spoke up. "That we are all figuring out 'ow to 'andle these monsters, but I think there is something we are forgetting."

"What?" The RED Soldier questioned.

"'ow we are going to smash zhe jack 'o' lanterns," Spy said flatly. "We can probably 'andle zhe monsters fairly well, keeping them distracted and all. But they are not stupid. They will guard those three jack 'o' lanterns very well. 'ow are we going to smash them if we are all busy fighting monsters?"

"He has a good point," Engineer sighed. "Hmm… could we send the Heavies in ta do that?"

"Zhat would be too obvious," the RED Spy sneered. "Zhe monsters would see zhe 'eavies going in, stop fighting whoever they are dealing with, and go stop them."

"Yeah," the RED Engineer nodded. "We need someone not as obvious as a Heavy goin' ta smash them pumpkins."

"Someone who can go in undetected," the RED Soldier agreed.

"Someone who's real good at sneakin'," the RED Sniper grinned.

"Someone," the RED Scout put in. "Ya don't notice 'til it's too late."

"Someone who can go invisible," the RED Demoman finished.

"What are you-"

"Congratulations, Spy!" The RED Soldier clapped his teammate on the back. "You have volunteered to go smash the jack 'o' lanterns!"

"What?" The RED Spy looked horrified. "I most certainly 'ave not!"

"That's a great idea!" Engineer grinned. "In fact, why don't both Spies do that?"

"Quoi?!" Both Spies shouted at once.

"That way," Engineer explained. "It'd go a lot faster!"

"I think not," Spy frowned. "'ave one of zhe Medics do it. They can go invisible for as long as they want. Our cloaking devices only go for so long."

"Spah, ya know Medic can't control that," Engineer said. "I doubt the RED Medic can either. You Spies are best suited fer the job."

"'e 'ad a good point though," the RED Spy pointed out. "We can only use our cloaking devices for so long. They run out of power faster zhan you might think. We are also considerably… slower zhan normal," the RED admitted unhappily, waving a tentacle at the BLU.

"So yer sayin' ya would need more time ta be able ta smash the pumpkins?"

"Oui."

The RED Engineer "hmm-ed" in thought. "How 'bout," he spoke up. "You use a distraction instead?"

"What?"

"Ya know, someone else could specifically distract whatever monster's guardin' the jack 'o' lanterns," the RED explained. "An' while whoever's doin' that, ya'll could sneak in and take care of the pumpkin!"

There was obviously no way the Spies were getting out of this little job they had been assigned. The RED Spy glanced at his counterpart before sighing unhappily, "I suppose."

Engineer clapped his hands. "An' I know jus' who's perfect for the job!" He turned towards Scout. "Scout!"

Before the Bostonian could reply, Spy couldn't help but mutter, "Oh no."

"Oh, yes," Engineer replied. He looked at Scout. "Scout, you'll be workin' with the Spies. In fact, both of 'em will."

"What?" Both Scouts shrieked.

"Yeah," The RED Engineer agreed with a grin. "That's a great idea. The Scouts and Spies will go around ta the three points. While the Scouts are busy distractin' the monsters, the Spies'll sneak in an' take care of the jack 'o' lanterns!"

"Sounds like a plan to me," Soldier grinned. "And why they're doin' that, the rest of us will have to take care of the other monsters."

"Yeah," Engineer looked thoughtful. "We still need to think about how we're gonna take care of that mummy, zombie, and vampire. Anyone got any suggestions of that?"

"I don't think there's time for that," the RED Soldier suddenly frowned.

Everyone looked at him.

The RED pointed to the sky. The sun had disappeared. The moon had taken its place. A howl echoed across the map and all the mercenaries knew very well what was.

The game had begun.

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The REDs and BLUs dispersed. The Heavies and the Medics started off towards the first control point, nearest to the BLU resupply room. The Soldiers were right behind them. The BLU Engineer chose to follow the Soldiers as well. The Pyros and the RED Engineer started towards the mansion, headed for the third control point, closest to the RED resupply room. The Demomen headed towards the first control point as well. That left the Spies, Scouts, and Snipers standing awkwardly out near the second control point in front of the manor.

"This sucks," Scout muttered to Spy, who just "hmm-ed" in reply. "I mean," Scout went on. "Ya can't seriously expect me ta work with these two. I fight 'em, like, every day."

"What makes you think I want to work with them any more than you do?" Spy glanced as the other with narrowed eyes. "If eet is what we 'ave to do to be normal again, I will go for eet."

Scout said nothing in reply, but transferred his glare over to the two REDs who stood a few feet away.

Spy reached inside of his suit jacket for something and second later pulled out a knife. He tossed it to the RED Spy, who caught it with ease and then stared at it, confused. "Consider eet a peace offering of sorts," Spy explained. "I will probably regret giving that back to you later, but…" He trailed off with a shrug.

"My knife," the RED Spy noted, pocketing it and glancing back up. "From zhe other day."

"Oui," Spy gave the RED a cold smile. "And if you ever try to take our Scout or anyone else from my team again, I will take so much more than your knife from you. Much more."

"Is zhat a threat?"

"Non, eet is a promise," Spy continued smirking. "But let's set zhe death threats aside for zhe moment, yes? We need to focus on zhe job at 'and. Normally, we," Spy motioned to himself and Scout with a tentacle. "Could care less about zhe two of you, could care less about working with zhe two of you. Now, what we do care about is getting fixed. Unfortunately, zhat requires working with zhe two of you. So Scout and I are willing-" Spy spat 'willing' out with much distaste. "-to work with zhe two of you. But only because we care about getting fixed."

"We are?" Scout looked at Spy incredulously.

Spy looked at Scout sharply before looking back to the two REDs. "Well?"

"Hell no do I wanna work with either of you twos," the RED Scout snapped. "But," he hesitated before shrugging. "We ain't got much of a choice, do we?"

"Eet wasn't necessarily a bad plan," the RED Spy agreed with a frown. "Not exactly what I 'ad in mind, but eet looks like we 'ave already been assigned our parts, hmm?"

Spy snorted. "So we will… work together, oui?" he confirmed.

"Don't expect any favors," the RED Spy said as he pulled out a cigarette.

Spy rolled his eyes. "We will start at zhe third control point then," he said as he started towards the manor.

"Why?" Scout asked as he started to follow his teammate.

"Eet is more…" Spy searched for the word. "Secluded in zhe manor."

"Easier for us Spies to find 'iding places," the RED Spy further explained. He and the RED Scout fell into step with the other two mercenaries.

"What about us Scouts?" The RED Scout asked. "It's a lot harder to run in da manor than outside!"

"Run in circles for all we care," the RED Spy looked at his teammate with indifference. "Just keep zhe monsters distracted."

"But it'll only be easier for them monsters ta kill us inside!"

"That's what respawn is for," the RED Spy smirked.

The two Snipers watched as their teammates headed in the direction of the manor. They then awkwardly turned to face one another and awkwardly stare at one another. You'd think the Snipers would have been at each others' throat by now, making snide remarks about the other's sniping skills or something along those lines. Not so much. For now, the two mercenaries both internally decided to swallow their colorful insults and try to help their teammates.

"Where ya want ta set up, mate?" Sniper decided to break the ice.

The RED Sniper hesitated, but eventually said, "I figured one place that'd be good ta hang about in was the shed above the second control point."

"Good place," Sniper agreed and turned to face the control point and shed. "Good cover an' such. Be easy ta watch the point as well. Not very many people 'round this point at the moment though. Should one of us go hang 'round the first control point?"

"Sounds-" The RED Sniper was cut off as something suddenly rammed into him from above, causing him to be flung to the ground. "Bloody hell!"

Laughing, the witch that had slammed into the RED pointed her broomstick up and climbed higher into the sky.

"Looks like the shelia decided ta find us instead!" Sniper looked towards the sky, keeping an eye on the witch, who flew above and over the manor. A couple of seconds pass but, she didn't reappear again.

The RED Sniper started to stand up. "Did she really just bloody lea-"

Then the witch flew back in sight again, hurtling right for the two Snipers.

"Might wanna find a snipin' spot 'bout now!" Sniper cried as he jumped away, taking off towards the shed that sheltered the second control point.

"Oh, I'll get right on that!" The RED Sniper spat, jumping up to run towards the manor. He ran up some stairs that lead to a side entrance of the manor and inside of it. Seconds later, he reappeared at a hole on the side of the building. Perched with his Huntsman ready, he scanned the skies for the witch. He started loosing arrows when she sped past his sniping spot, laughing like crazy.

Sniper, now perched atop the shed covering the second control point, quickly did the same. Neither of them managed at hit, however. The witch was pretty fast on that broomstick of hers. "This lady ain't gonna make this easy," Sniper grumbled as he readied another arrow. But as he aimed towards the sky once more, he realized his target was absent from the sky. Where had the witch gone now?

Sniper got his answer when he felt something ram into him from behind, sending him falling off the shed and to the ground. He was pretty sure he heard something crack when he landed. But it was hard to hear over the witch's laughter as she climbed higher into the sky once more. Grumbling in pain and annoyance, Sniper slowly stood himself up and started for the ladder that he could climb to get to the top of the shed again. He'd barely taken a few steps when something came sailing over his head and landed a few feet in front of him.

That something was Demoman, who, after he landed and lay still for a few seconds, promptly groaned and tried to sit up. "Top of th' mornin' to ya, Sniper," he said once he noticed his teammate staring at him. "How's it goin' so far with you?"

"Demo," Sniper stared at his teammate. "How'd you get here?"

"Ghost has a real good arm," Demoman pointed behind Sniper.

Sniper turned around to see the RED Demoman fighting the ghost. Or at least trying to. The ghoul was steadily pushing the RED back, who was swinging his axe at the monster. But it wasn't much use. The axe was going straight through the ghost. The ghost suddenly, slowly held up one of its arms, which had long, dangling chains on it. Then, frighteningly fast, it whipped one forward to wrap it around the RED Demoman's leg. With nary of grunt of effort, the ghost then yanked his arm back and then forward to send the RED sailing in the sky. Screaming, the RED Demoman then landed a few feet away from Demoman and Sniper.

"See what I mean?" Demoman grumbled as he stood up.

"Did ya try yer eye trick on it yet?" Sniper asked, staring at the ghost, to the RED Demoman, and back to the ghost again.

"'Course we bloody did!" Demoman snapped. "Didn't work none! Sword an' axe ain't doin' much good either! Which I knew very well they wouldn't! Went right through the spook, as you jus' saw!"

"Neither of 'em worked? Went right through the spooky bloke?"

"Yes! I jus' bloody said that!"

"Then how come the ghoul was able ta grab ya with 'is chains like that?"

"His chains?" Demoman hadn't thought of that. How had the ghost been able to do that?

"You an' the RED, distract the ghost. Got an idea," Sniper said.

"What?" Demoman raised an eyebrow at his teammate. "Don't ya got a witch ta keep busy?"

"The RED Sniper can handle her," Sniper said quickly. "Now hurry up an' distract the ghost!" Chains dragging on the ground, the ghost was steadily creeping closer to the three mercenaries.

Demoman shrugged. "You heard the man," he said as walked towards the RED Demoman. He grabbed the RED's arm and yanked him up. "C'mon, get up. Gotta distract the ghost."

"Easy fer him ta say," the RED Demoman gripped as he stood up, swaying a bit. "I think that ghoul bloody broke somethin'."

"Pffft, worry aboot it later!"

"How we supposed ta distract it anyway?" The RED Demoman said as they started walking towards the monster. "Our weapons go right through 'im!"

"Haven't a clue," Demoman shrugged again. "Jus' yell an' scream in 'is face or somethin'. As long as ya keep 'is eyes off Sniper."

"He doesn't even have any bloody eyes!" The RED Demoman yelled in frustration. He then raised his axe and charged towards the ghost with a battle cry.

The ghost merely floated forward. It gave no indicator that it really cared that the RED Demoman was charging straight for him. It didn't matter at all. For the RED Demoman simply charged right through the ghost. Though they all kind of predicted that would happen. The RED just wasn't able to predict how it felt.

His battle cry quickly turned into a low, prolonged groan as he exited the ghost. "Fuckin' weirdest feelin' ever," the RED Demoman complained, shaking his head. It was like he had just ran through incredibly thick, nearly tangible, fog. It easily gave him the shivers.

The ghost slowly turned around to face the RED.

"Ah, bloody hell."

The ghost whipped the chains forward to wrap around the RED's middle. The monster then threw his arm up, quickly causing the RED Demoman to be thrown straight up into the air. The Scot painfully connected with the ground once more seconds later. The ghost started towards the fallen RED again, probably with the intent to finish him, but paused when it heard a shrill whistle. It slowly turned to face Demoman.

"Oh, they're gonna have ta glue him back together!" Demoman grinned, sword raised. "Right after they're done gluing you!" He charged the ghost as well.

The result was the same. Demoman go through ghost, ghost grab Demoman, and ghost throw Demoman into air with its chains. The landing was a bit more painful this round, however. Mostly because Demoman landed on top of the RED Demoman.

"Tha's gonna leave a mark," Demoman groaned as he rolled off the other Demoman, who gave a pained wheeze in reply.

The ghost floated towards the downed Demomen. Then it jerked to a halt. It slowly turned around.

"G'day," Sniper grinned. He gave a tug on one of the chains he was holding. It was attached to the ghost's left arm.

Sniper really hoped this would work. Staring at the ghost, he concentrated. Ripples of sparks began to flow down his arms and to the chain he was holding. The sparks then slide down the chain that was connected to the ghost. It hit the monster with a shock. It had worked. The electricity was hurting the ghost! Sniper and the ghost realized this at the same time. The ghost gave an unearthly wail and shot towards the BLU. Gritting his teeth, Sniper concentrated even harder. He suddenly felt as if his whole body was covered, flowing with electricity. And all that charge was flowing right to the ghost via the chains wrapped around its wrists. With another long, painful screech it skidded to the ground. As it started to disappear, the chains fell through Sniper's hands. The rest of the ghost seemingly melted away, turning into white smoke at the Sniper's feet. Soon, only a small cloud of white smoke was left and a gentle breeze quickly blew that away as well.

Was that it? Was the ghost gone? Sniper groaned and swayed a bit. "Bloody piker," he grumbled, holding a hand to his head. Doing that electric trick couldn't been healthy.

"Sniper!" Demoman popped up behind the Aussie and gave him a clap of the back. "That was quite a trick ya did there, lad!"

"Yeah," Sniper agreed with a small grin. "Let's hope the ghoul won't be comin' back after that."

"'e better not!" Demoman grinned. "Or 'e'll have ta take you on again!"

"Not that I'm all happy ya took care of our spooky friend," the RED Demoman strolled up to the two BLUs. "But shouldn't we be smashin' something right aboot now?" He pointed to the unguarded jack 'o' lantern sitting in the middle of the second control point.

"Ya got that right, mate," Sniper nodded as he started towards the control point. The two Demomen quickly followed. "We'll t-" he was cut off as something slammed into him from the side, sending him tumbling to the ground painfully.

That something then rammed into Demoman. Then the RED Demoman. That something then proceeded to laugh like mad and fly above the shed sheltering the second control point on her broomstick.

From his spot on the ground, Sniper just groaned, "Bloody witch."

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A/N: Sniper used Thundershock!

It's super effective!

Wild Ghost fainted!

Yes.

I really didn't like writing this chapter. Took me bloody forever to write. Nor do I particularly like how it came out. Ah, well. Writing aboot Demomen helped.

Up Next: Pyro has a plan, the Spies get strangled, the Scouts need to get off the point, Soldier has a new ride, and the Medics decide to split things fifty-fifty.