The story of a Heavy and his Sandvich tf2

Every class was fast asleep in their beds . . .

Medic cuddling up against his pillow, murmuring about his usual crazy experiments, the scout hugging his limited edition bonk plushie . . . And the Pyro, unconsciously clicking his trusty lighter. He loved it, even though the Medic had previously emptied the lighter fluid.

Heavy woke up, smiling and scratching his shoulder. He went to his refrigerator, and opened it up. There was no Sandvich.

Heavy's bloodlust immediately filled him, no hesitation at all.

He turned around, grabbing the soldier by the face. He grabbed his shovel and stabbed it into his sternum, dragging it upwards, cutting the soldier in half. He grabbed the left half of his body, and held it over his shoulder. The Demoman got up screaming, running for his grenade launcher. The Heavy smashed him with the piece of the soldier, over and over until his skull is broken into multiple pieces, blood, bone, and brainmatter covering the ground.

The scout grabbed the Heavy's hand. The Heavy screamed and grabbed the scout by his neck, shoving his erect hand into the scout's crotch. He tore out the Scout's spine through the front, repeatedly tearing at his spine until his skull breaks through his diaphragm in pieces. He turned and grabbed the Engie by the lower jaw, tearing it off. As the Engie fell to the ground screaming, The Heavy grabbed his tongue, tearing it out of his body. He turned him upside down, smashing him into the floor until he was nothing but mush.

The Sniper and Medic attempted to run, but it was too late. He grabbed both of them. He tore the Medic's pants off, leaving his ass revealed. He took the sniper and shoved his head inside of the Medic's anal cavity. He kept pushing inside until the Sniper was completely inside the medic. The Sniper was still alive, but the Medic was close to death, the Sniper's head lodged inside where the Medic's left lung was.

He took a railroad pike and stabbed it through the Medic's heart and the Sniper's head, pinning them to the ground. Heavy smelled the usual smell of rotten cheese. He grabbed at the seemingly invisible corner of the large bedroom. He held the now visible spy by the leg. The Spy began praying. The Heavy tore off the spy's baklava, holding it up. He threw the spy into the bed.

The Heavy coated the inside of the mask with super glue. He picked the spy back up, putting the baklava back on. The Spy screamed as it combined with his skin. The Heavy then hung the Spy by the Baklava's eye hole on the ceiling fan. He turned it on high. Soon the spy was spinning extremely fast, his baklava tearing his entire face's skin off, and soon, blood was streaming down his entire body. He was dead.

The Pyro looked up at the Heavy. "Bubuhbah? Hudda . . . Hudda!" The Heavy looked down at him. He picked him up and put him on his shoulders. The went outside, prancing through a flower field, eating pink cupcakes and drinking pure clouddust. It was glorious.

Submitted November 09, 2014 at 09:45AM by nicolascage123 http://ift.tt/13YsMaw tf2