Team Fortress 2 and its characters belong to Valve. Most of this stuff remains canon; teams are portrayed in a more realistic manner (or as realistic as you can get with a game like this) while trying to stay true to the personalities of the characters involved. Have fun reading or simply close out of it if you don't.

Cheers.

P.S.: On the off chance that it ends soon, there will probably be a sequel or at least several small offshoot stories following this fic. This is basically a 'meet the characters' schtick while still adhering to the plot of team unity. There's no telling what the goal will be in fics to come at this time, but hopefully they shall entertain you just as this one has.

P.P.S.: Comments suggesting plot devices are always welcome. What would you like to see?

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"You know dat dey have him, da? He did not simply slink away with dis Red Spy and den flee."

The Blu Medic sneered, pacing the lab as he pulled a hand down his gaunt, hollow face. An equally empty pair of faded lavender eyes (one being glass) narrowed under his goggles which, for the moment, were pushed up to his forehead. They'd discovered the Tentaspy's escape in the morning after it had occurred and had since sent specialized Pyros down into the sewer system to gas him out should he still be inside the maze of interlocking piping.

Thus far their search had come up empty.

The Russian Medic stood nearby along with two others of varying nationalities, watching his Swiss counterpart as he stood facing the empty Tentaspy tank with a look of contempt that could crack the tempered glass it was made of. Clearly he was in charge as evidenced by his look of seniority. A patch of mauled flesh framed his fake right eye, several smaller cuts and injection marks lining his neck though more could be assumed to litter the capable body hidden beneath his lab coat..

"Dis is unacceptable, gentlemen."

The Blus, already unhappy with the news, watched the head doctor clench and release his fists with controlled anger as he peered back toward them. His white hair and brows, combined with the deep lines of stress upon his unimpressed face, caused the other men to stand just a little bit taller..

"Vhe must retrieve de project.. By any means."

"Und if he is unable to be captured..? Was dann?" asked a German.

"...vhe vhill kepture him."

Up on the surface, fighting had been sparse until the Blus had received their reinforcements. But now, with their forces more or less back up to snuff, spats had broken out over the territory between the two bases on a near daily basis. It was where reports of a sea monster flourished and where the Medics of Blu team found themselves writhing with anger.

Their own weapon was being used against them!

As of yet, the pond remained undiscovered. The creature inhabiting it cleverly left it on occasion to cloak itself and lay in wait along the sidelines, picking off Blus as they ran by and cloaking them under its own tentacles until successfully killing them.

The rest of the Reds seemed to share the sentiment of guarding the Tentaspy. For starters, they only had one fighting for them and for another thing, he was rather capable of dominating the Blus with his near indefinite cloak. The Red Sniper had even managed to convince the Blu Spy that his new Medic friend might be able to help him figure out what abilities he had at his disposal. What was discovered was that his cloak relied not on electronics, but on his personal level of exhaustion. If he grew tired, it would falter, if he was awake, it would flourish.

The Decaspy was rarely tired in battle.

He lay in wait today beneath a stairwell, a spare medical kit laying out as bait several feet away. Anxiously, his tentacles curled and writhed around him, eyes darting around with malice as Red and Blu troops wooshed around the area intermingled with yelling and running and explosions..

Waiting was most of what he did to avoid being discovered. He still did not trust his tentacles on land and would surely be captured if not killed should someone determine where he was hiding. That is why he let the occasional Blu run past him, snatching other men to their doom whenever he saw fit or, as it happened today.. whenever he was hungry.

His slender tongue swathed his upper set of teeth with a fresh coat of saliva, jaw slackened with expectation as he saw a Blu Soldier come running by.

SWAT.

The tentacle shot out like a whip, sweeping the man off his feet and sending his rocket launcher skidding across the dirt as he clamped a hand against his helmet and tried to get back up.

WHAM.

Falling like a hammer, the Spy's attacking tendril slammed into the Soldier's back and swiftly curled around his right arm and shoulder before dragging the man into its cloak of invisibility. His helmet rolled across the ground, the only testament to his ever having been there as the Tentaspy snapped his neck with a secondary limb and then brought him near to his torso..

Under normal circumstances he'd have simply discarded the body and been done with it, but lately? Lately, fish had been hard to come by..

Not wishing to disrupt the Reds with food requests, he simply took a cruder, more instinctual path and decided to do as the Blus had instructed him to while he was in captivity -- eat the remains of fallen fighters. It was fitting irony, he thought. Training him to kill and forcing him to eat the flesh of a species he once belonged to until it barely touched his sensibilities anymore only to have it put into practice on the wrong side of the battlefield later.

Did they really never think it would never fall back against them? The Blu Spy considered it as he ate.

Well.. at least he granted his meals quick deaths -- that was polite at least. What's more, it meant they'd never have to face the labs of the Blu Medics. They'd never be forced into tanks or put under the influence of drugs or coerced into performing tests until reaching their physical and mental limits. No.. surely being executed and eaten was by far a better way to go.

He didn't allow himself to be entirely distracted though -- things had to be done in between bites!

An Engineer was trying desperately to construct a Sentry, a panicked expression on his face as a Pyro came charging right for him. He could see the flames already starting to kick out from the end of the Blu's flamethrower, his wrench dropped in a desperate attempt to reach his shotgun.. fuck! It wasn't there. It had been knocked out of his hands twenty minutes ago during an entirely too personal encounter with one of the enemy Scouts that he'd just barely escaped with his life in tact.

He couldn't tell if it was the waver of the propane in the air or his imagination, but he saw a flickering haze settle above the Pyro just as he was about to be incinerated.

Nope, definitely not propane!

The nozzle of the flamethrower suddenly bent downward, crashing into the dirt and extinguishing its flame before a series of dents appeared to thrust themselves into the metal leading up toward the handle in the Pyro's hands. Confused, the Blu barely had a moment to stop before that same invisible force swept over his body and began to crush him. Gritting his teeth, the Engineer forced himself to avert his gaze and continue on the Sentry just as the man made a horrid mixture of squelching and snapping noises within his suit and fell like a sack of potatoes to the ground.

"Sentry goin' up!" he cried, running for cover just as an enemy rocket blasted the place he'd been crouching. The Sentry was knocked askew, but continued to pivot and fire at anything that moved which did not wear a Red uniform. It effectively mowed down twelve men before two rockets, a machine gun, and a handful of sticky bombs collaborated on its demise..

The Tentaspy continued with his grotesque meal, not even looking at it unless he required orientation. Organs? Eh.. maybe if they were cooked (He'd gotten lucky once during an occasion of friendly-fire between an enemy Scout and Pyro). Arm and leg meat seemed a more satisfying place to start and it smelled much better than the alternatives which is why he was quick to strip it from the dead Soldier before slinking out of his place beneath the stairs and moving across the field with a half-slithered topple involving the use of his arms and tendrils.

Every day he became more mobile. Faster, stronger, more agile. It wouldn't be long until he really stepped up his moving, but for now he did not wish to risk his cloak and so short bursts of movement were adequate as he battened down the hatches behind the rusted remains of an old tractor.

This system of kill, eat, and move continued throughout the day until he snatched one last Blu from the field to the inside of the de-railed train car he'd chosen for his final vantage point.

It was a Medic, he noted with morbid glee.

As the man struggled in the hold of at least four tentacles, he briefly let down his cloak and grinned horribly at him. The man's look of shock was not natural. It faded fast like one who was not entirely surprised by what he saw before him. And of course, he wouldn't be.. The Blu Spy recognized his face. Recognized his gruff and foreign voice as he prattled off his last dying insults and struggled feebly to escape his doom while insisting that the project had been an utter failure. This was one of the men from the labs. One of the men who had made him..

And, as the sun began to descend from the sky that late fall evening, he became the Tentaspy's dinner.