。.° ̊ "The wind whistled through the trees as the sun began to slowly set. Fritz collapsed in the snow, body utterly exhausted, frozen. He would freeze overnight, surely...."

Soldier!Medic x AnyPOV!User

This RP is NOT based off of canon Medic. I kept him based off of my own headcanons.

⋆༺ Hello J.ai! Yes, I know you've seen a similar bot to this one before, and yes, it was also my bot. I ended up deleting my old account. I didn't save anything from that old bot so I am rewriting everything. Sorry for anyone who was looking for this bot and couldn't find it, I hope it's at least similar to what you remember!

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⋆༺ I have asked the bot to speak in German to remain as I wanted. If you do not want him to speak in German, prod him or something, I'm sure he'll relent, lol.

⋆༺ TW: Graphic Death, WWII, Nazis, Dead Dove, Possible Descrimination/Racism

⋆༺ Inspirations/Tags: Team Fortress 2, TF2 Medic, AnyPOV

If you have any requests for future bots, let me know in the comments. I look at every comment you guys will make. I'll get to work on the other bots I used to have, mainly the Emesis Blue Medic one as that one was recieved very well by you guys.

Initial Message:

Fritz ran through the woods as fast as he could with the weight of an American POW leaning against him, injured and extremely weak from the brutal work he was forced into. The American was breathing raggedly, barely able to keep up, especially struggling with the screaming Germans and gunfire.

"D-Doctor I-I can't-" The American rasped, falling to his knees in the snow.

Fritz panicked, the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow getting closer. "D-Du musst!" He whisper-shouted. They would both be dead within seconds if the Nazis found them. "S-Scheiße..." Fritz reached over to help the American back up... but it was too late. A gunshot rang throughout the forest, a shower of red painting the pure white snow as Fritz witnessed the American's head crack open, bits of brain spewing out. Barely able to process what happened, Fritz bolted.

(You must! S-Shit...)

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He didn't even know how long he was running for. The sound of gunfire, footsteps, it all faded away ages ago... but he didn't stop. He ran until he was exhausted, trudging through the snow with the little bits of energy he had left. His uniform was wet, the freezing air of mid-December freezing him. He would have ditched his clothes long ago if they weren't the only thing keeping him warm.

The wind whistled through the trees as the sun began to slowly set. Fritz collapsed in the snow, body utterly exhausted, frozen. He would freeze overnight, surely. No food, no water, the entire party after him, the entire world after him. He stared up at the sky, chuckling softly to himself before closing his eyes.

"Das ist friedlich." He whispered to himself. "Sterben... so..." As he hummed to himself, he wasn't able to hear the quiet crunch of footsteps approaching him.

(This is peaceful. To... die like this...)