Hello again! I will be publishing new chapters whenever I have the chance, and if I go offline for a while, I'm probably working on several chapters, or playing TF2
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ccclindemannccc: I will keep writing this story until the final encounter with a secret antagonist, then I'll write various adventures that this guy goes on.
I woke up to a warm feeling wrapping itself around me, like a thick wooden blanket, except I wasn't itchy. "Ah! Gut, you are avake!" I heard the Medic say, like he was excited. "You are ze first tester of zhis experiment!"
"What did you do to me?" I mumble, still woozy. "And how long was I out for?" "You vere out for fünf minutes, mein Freund. You had a concussion." He looked at me when I noticed a blue-ish aura around me, and I felt completely fine, other than lightheadedness. "What time? I unfortunately don't speak any other languages."
"Uh, in your language, I zhink zhat it vas... Five minutes?"
"How was I out for only five minutes when I went unconscious due to a bash to the head?" I say, suspicious of what this man has done. "Vell, you vere a subject to my Quick-Fix Medigun." I raise my eyebrow at this remark. "A... Medigun? Like a gun that heals people?"
"Yes, a gun zhat heals people, and as you should have noticed, creates a pale blue beam. I also may have lied to you about the experiment, as I would have lit you on fire, while the beam vas trained on you, but you vould not have felt pain." He looks at me when I notice the dove, Archimedes, sitting on my chest, who then pecked at my nose. "Really, Archimedes, vhy do you insist on pecking at his nose?" He walked over and carefully picked Archimedes up off of my chest, and put him in the birdcage. "Vell, the experiment starts relatively soon, so ve must prepare. Do you still vant to help with ze experiment?"
"I might as well, seeming as I'm here." I got up and saw the machine behind me, but I could now see the wires and hydraulics inside of it because of the blue aura. "So this is the Quick-Fix. The reason you didn't take me to the hospital."
"Very true, mein Freund." He walked over to the table we had been working on, and pulled a curtain to cover the corner we had been working in. He then threw a set of clothes at me, ones that looked rather flammable. "Vould you mind putting zhese on? I need you to use them for the experiment." I went over to the bathroom, and put them on. "Do you vant to do a test run?"
"I don't see why not." He positioned me on a metal platform, and had me lift my arms up. He pulled out a blowtorch and lit the sleeve of my shirt. I panicked and tried to put the fire out, when an arm stopped me, and he turned on the Quick-Fix. Then a miracle happened, my shirt stopped burning, and it recreated itself. The red marks that had grown on my skin dissapeared. "Whoa. This is unbelievable."
After this, he stopped the machine, and grabbed a paper bag. He pulled the most perfect sandwich I had ever seen out of the bag, and threw me half of it. I took a bite of it, and it was amazingly delicious. When I swallowed the bite, the sandwich disappeared. "What kind of magic is this? A perfect sandwich that disappears right when you take a bite?"
"Vhy don't we wait about dreißig- err... Um... Zhat's it! Thirty seconds!" So we sat there for thirty seconds waiting for something to happen. When suddenly the sandwich, complete, appeared in my hand.