So! WIFI problems have struck me on the face again so I haven't been able to do anything until today. Don't be too mad at me.
Thanks for all the reviews, MAGGOTS! No really, I appreciate them. Let's acknowledge them here, shall we?
Crimson - Thanks! You have brightened my day!
Marzenin - I WILL DO THAT IDEA (and the one that you put at the end of your review - Solly get back in your cage!) Thanks for supporting my stories!
Divergency - Idea number two and three sounds good, though I may change scout with another character. Like medic, who is developing a cure or something. Yeah. Thanks for turning on that lightbulb!
WildPiercy - Yeah, some of my friends told me about that. I'lll go around to fix it. You know, I never realized that TF2 actually had any lore at all...
IcedFireFrenzy - Thanks for continuing to share your compliments!
LilyRosetheDreamer - Sorry, it's stated in the rules that I can't read you story. I'll get to it after the bet is over though. Also, does that name mean that you dream all the time or when you're just asleep?
From now on I'm limiting review replies to seven a chapter because this is just getting huge. If only sone of you would go check out my other stories... (wink wink nudge nudge). R&R please!
It was Halloween.
A very dark and stormy Halloween, mind you. The REDs and BLUs were fighting for control over Mann Manor again, like they did on the last day of October every year. But this year was different.
The BLU team walked into the Manor, which changed every year (MAGIC!) so they could forge a plan to take control of the Manor. But it would not be so easy this year.
"Aw, this place again? Good thing we only gotta fight here til' three a' clock and we're home free, right doc?" Scout grumbled.
"MAGGOT! SHUT UP AND PAY ATTENTION TO THE TOYMAKERS PLAN!" Soldier boomed. He was always into these type of military planning.
"Okay then, since it's clear that our little Scout here wasn't payin' no attention to my plan, we'll have to start all over again"
A chorus of groans and angry glances towards Scout made the mood a lot worse.
*A three-hour lecture later*
The Scout and Demoman were heading over to the first point.
"Aw shit! These stupid pumpkins give me tha creeps! You do not know, NOT know how much I wanna shoot one-a-dese right about now." the first said in a Bostonian accent.
"If ya wanna, lad, but be sure ya do it at a distance, and never when Ahm close tah one. I don't wanna lose mah other eye." the Scotsman said.
"What do you mean? It's not like these pumpkins can fight back or somethin'. Right?" Scout said in an uneasy accent.
The explosives expert waved his hand dismissively at the orange ball of pie ingredient.
And chucked an empty bottle of beer at it.
"SHIT! WHAT DA HELL DID YOU DO DEMO?!" Scout screamed, cowering against a box, hiding from the sudden flames and explosions.
"I didn't do nothin'. That pumpkin was explosives, my boy."
"I'm starting to hate this place."
*Two hours later*
"Yes! Vhe are capturing zhe final point!" A Frenchman in a balaclava yelled, his revolver spinning and shooting. When suddenly...
"HELLO THERE!" A huge ghoulish voice boomed.
All eighteen mercenaries froze and turned their heads slowly towards the place the voice had came from...
And screamed for their mothers.
"YOU MAY CALL ME THE HORSELESS HEADLESS HORSEMAN! BUT YOU WILL NOT HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT! YOU'LL BE RUNNING FOR YOUR LIVES ANYWAY!" HHH yelled. He then proceeded to cut off the two demomen's heads.
"SHIT!"
Everyone started screaming and running in all directions, except the BLU spy who simply became invisible and handed his fast team-mate his cloak and dagger.
They both went over to an abandoned shed.
"Vhell, do you still hate this map?"
"Whacha think spy? You thought I'd start prancin' along throwing flowers an' shit? OF COURSE I HATE THIS MAP! TIMES FIVE THOUSAND!" Scout yelled.
His huge voice let the HHH track them down and chop off their heads.
THE END.
Just some idea I got from the time I played TF2 at Halloween. R&R please!