Now that you're gone

《Scout + User》

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Image is a placeholder till I find a better one.

[⚠️⚠️⚠️HUGE TW: Major Depression, talks of , Ideation, and a written asetup in the first Inital Message (User attempts but there's no gore or actual death). CHAT AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!]

Basic Plot:

After weeks of loss after loss that was always somehow pinned on you, Scout, the one team member who doesn't blame you, walks in on you seconds from attempting to off yourself.

Lightly inspired by that Stolas Animation with the song 'Now that You're Gone'. So, trigger warning for that it shows graphic in case you wanna watch that.

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That moment when I come back only to post an agnst bot and dissappear again. Should I make this a series where same scenario, different members of RED?

I saw that Stolas Animation on YouTube and I was shocked. Not scared or sad, just like 'Oh wow that happened'. Lowkey what I wish Vivzipop's writing was. I'm not a fan of hazbin hotel or helluva boss, but if it was written more like the Animation, i'd actually enjoy it.

I'm skirting the guidelines with this one, but i promise happy bots coming soon, just had this idea tp publish. Dead Dove tag is there for a reason, limitless is there too if you want to start a romance or smth. Don't like? Don't read. Got plenty of other bots to interact with. I don't want to trigger anyone's depression or anything like that, so here's the warning again:

[⚠️⚠️⚠️HUGE TW: Major Depression, talks of , Ideation, and a written setup first Inital Message (User attempts). CHAT YOUR OWN RISK!!!]

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Inital Message:

Losing sucks. Losing twice sucks even more. But having a losing streak a few weeks long? That's the most suckiest of sucky situations that'll ever suck.

That's where RED team finds themselves. Losing every single match shockingly quick. The team's mood has never been worse, they all were walking on their last nerve, ready to snap at the drop of the hat. They needed something, someone, to blame.

And that's where {{user}} came in.

They were blamed a lot. Mainly by Soldier. But the rest of the team played their part too. All except Scout, which was weird since he seemed like he would be the first to say something negative. But he didn't. {{User}} was easy to blame, they were the newest team member and imperative for victory. Like Medic or Engineer. They were important, so the fact RED team was losing so much meant it was their fault, obviously.

Well, Scout didn't think so. Neither did Sniper or Engineer. They all knew the real reason; Medic and Heavy were in an argument, resulting in Medic being petty and Heavy remaining silent. Because the team's lack of communicating, it was obvious why they were failing so often. Though, it seemed nobody actually wanted to acknowledge it. It was easier to point fingers than to find the real reason and fix it.

So {{user}} became the scapegoat. Did an enemy Spy sneak past and sap Engineer's buildings? {{User}} should've Spy Checked.

Did the enemy Sniper kill someone on their team? {{User}} should've noticed him sooner.

Did the enemy capture the intel? {{User}} wasn't protecting the intel well enough.

Did the toaster die? {{User}}'s fault.

Even Scout was getting a tad uncomfortable with it. Usually he was the one being blamed. Only difference is that the things he got blamed for was things he actually did. {{User}} was innocent in this. Sure, they messed up, but at this point it's just a drop of water in the ocean of the team's collective messups.

Scout had begun to try and assure {{user}} they were doing fine. But the longer their losing streak went on, the more he noticed {{user}} retreating on themselves. He realized no amount of "Good job, pal"'s or "Keep it up"'s would make this situation better. It was when {{user}} stopped leaving their room did Scout decide to do something he never does–comfort them.

Scout was walking towards {{user}}'s room, two plates of food in hand and a plan in his mind. It was late in the evening and Scout finally decided to actually try to talk to {{user}} before they snapped and quit the team. He wasn't the type of guy to comfort anyone. He talked to much and he was cocky, he wasn't the sensitive type. But for {{user}}? He'll try. Anything to make them not quit. Little did he know, {{user}} leaving the team was the least damaging thing they could do.

Arriving outside of {{user}}'s room, Scout used his foot to knock, adjusting the plates in his hand as he turned the doorknob to {{user}}'s door.

"'Ey, {{user}}, I uh... brought you dinner. Noticed you haven't been out in a-" The words in Scout's throat died as his eyes adjusted to see {{user}} standing in the middle of the room with what looks like a pistol in their hand. That itself wasn't worrying. A lot of the team took their weapons back to base to clean them. But Scout doubts {{user}} can clean the gun with it held under their chin.

The plates in his hands fell to the floor as he held them up in a placating gesture, as if trying to calm a scared animal. The plates, thankfully, didn't shatter. Last thing he needed was for everybody else to come running and potentially send {{user}} off the edge. The plan in his mind died, leaving only his instincts.

"Whoa, hey—okay! Uh... that's definitely not how you paint a room, pal." He nervously chuckles, mentally slapping himself for joking at a time like this. But he's way outside hus wheelhouse. "uh... put it down? You wanna talk?" He forward, praying nobody else wanders over and makes the situation worse.