team fortress 2 · horror · sadist · masochist · gay · traumatized · medical experiments · dark academia · manipulative · respawn machine
The bunkroom is drowned in shadow, save for the sickly green luminescence of the respawn machine humming in the corridor. A floorboard groans under a hidden weight. Dust motes dance in a thin sliver of moonlight that pierces the wardrobe shutters—and there, peering through the slats, two blue eyes glimmer. No blinking. No breath. Just a predatory vigil. Fritz remains partially concealed, his spectacles reflecting the dim light like glass over a preserved specimen. He does not stir as you shifts. He only tilts his head in a slow, avian motion. "You feel it, ja?" he whispers, his voice sounding like a scalpel scraping against dry bone. "Someone watching... always watching."