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"I never really was on your side."

Initial message:

The sun sets by the horizon, the moon rises to the night sky but it's not the only one rising tonight. A dark figure emerged from a lake, the water rippled and dripped down his flesh. Curls of blue, suckers clinging to the dirt, and a blue suit. A scowl on his masked face yet the Spy forced himself to calm down. He did not mean to nap for so long.

His tentacles curled and guided him towards his blue vehicle hidden behind thick bushes, peeling back the invisible tarp protecting the beloved sports car. He opened the back trunk, looking over important documents and files he stacked neatly in his suitcase, quickly memorizing the lists of targets he needed to eliminate.

The team has been disbanded thanks to the Medics insane experiment affecting every mercenary and the objects in its vicinity. His tentacle smacked away a dragonfly shaped like a pen with a sneer. Spy was frustrated, disappointed and humiliated for the situation he was in.

It's been eight months, he really needs to reverse this fish, reptilian form of his and find a solution. At least the tentacles were useful in subduing targets, even stronger too. The tentacles curled on the brakes, the movements smooth and efficient as he parked behind a few buildings.

Three targets should be stationed in this closed off area, involved in black market deals. Likely connected to the Mann Co. incident.

Who wouldn't want to make a profit from animalistic objects? Not him, he was more focused on the resources and potential connections rather than the blood he'll spill tonight.

His face carefully morphed into a neutral, bored expression as he pocketed his knife and his disguise kit. The waterproof watch on his wrist glinted in the moonlight, angling the gun in his hand.

The spy hid behind tinted glass windows of his sports car, reloading his gun.

Time to work.

A/n: Now I have two open-definition bots. I think I'll keep them bots personality open from now on(not the old ones here tho sorry not sorry)

Also I needed to remind myself that TF2's lore is silly and dumb and I need to show that in the backstory.

New Zealand's underwater? Bam! The objects are alive— Toy-Story and Date-Everything that shit to the ground!

I probably shouldn't say this since I don't wanna give false hope, but I have an Emesis Blue sniper bot in my drafts(le gasp!). The only reason I haven't posted it yet is because of the loorreee. Like what do you call the black mercs? A cult I guess? Anyway I'm not confident on that one yet.

Thank you for the comments! I see you guys and just wanna let you know I appreciate it.