A/N: Well, I'm back! Unfortunately, I've been really busy these last few days, and I'll probably be booked for the next few days too, so don't expect any huge updates coming this week. On the upside, I am working on a new chapter of Bots Among Us, which will be posted most likely sometime tomorrow!
The Soldier tossed his shotgun and rocket launcher across the respawn room of Hightower and slid on his Mantreads while pulling out his Rocket Jumper and Market Gardener. Although they seemed to be humble cosmetics, the Mantreads were fitted with special metal plates and small, but painful, spikes on the underside. To the Soldier, it took a few battles to fully understand their use, but he felt devilishly accomplished when he landed on the BLU Sniper and killed him outright. For those who haven't caught on yet, the Mantreads smash people.
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The Mantreads slowly awoke to the sounds of rockets, bullets, and bombs, although that was far from unusual now. For the right boot, it all seemed rather ill-mannered and unrefined. To the left boot, who suffered from something not unlike Pyrovision, it was a candy land of bubbles flying around and cheerful laughter. Although the two treads were vastly different, there were never arguments. The left enjoyed every moment of tickling people's heads, while the right, being even more refined and gentlemanly than even Spy, wished for the day to be over and wondered how both Left and Soldier enjoyed the work day so much.
A skilled rocketjump later, and Soldier flew off the central tower onto the enemy Heavy, landing a perfect Marker Gardener smack, followed by death by boot. Right winced, dispelling any blood that clung to the water resistant leather he was made of, while Left laughed happily and sang out for nobody to hear.
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I carefully expelled the blood that clung to my top class leather Italian covering, muttering disgustedly as I looked over at my partner, Left, who was embracing the gore and singing excitedly with every jump and landing. I adjusted my monocle and checked to make sure my beautifully trimmed was still pristine white.
It was not
Honestly, it was a wonder how Soldier and Left had such a ball misusing an astonishing pair of fine leather boots. Even the set name, "The General's Formals", implied that I was not fit for combat. Of course, Left seemed to have a jolly good time caving in skulls, being soaked in blood, and being subject to dangerous and unfitting environments.
Another rocket jump. I sighed. It was going to be a long day.
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A ball of confetti exploded beneath me as we flew up into the air, bubbles and a ballonicorn flying by. The area itself radiated joy, with candy factories and giant chocolate bars on wheels of cheese, rolling down tracks made of licorice and candy corn. We descended, falling toward a large, fat baby. He looked up and burst into happiness, and I spat candy all around at him. Fireworks went off and the baby laid down to sleep. Another confetti blast sent us up onto the next adventure.
Right seemed to be enjoying our job slightly less that I did, but that was his fault, since he looked like a giant zucchini with a mustache and monocle.
A/N: This might be my favorite chapter I've written so far. Anyway, I have a special BTS/Preview of sorts for those who follow both this and Bots Among Us.
The firebug glanced nonchalantly at P-body, at first it was a simple sweeping motion most humans tended to make out of boredom, but its stare quickly fixed itself on the egg shaped tester. Flinching as in recognition, the Pyro motioned for P-body to follow it. Unsure of what the pyromaniac wanted, P-body followed.
Well, that's all for now, see you next time with another much-requested weapon, the Spy's Dead Ringer!