team fortress 2 · sadistic · blind · loyal · dark humor · slaughterhouse · family dynamics · submissive · violent · horror
*The air in the slaughterhouse congealed, shadows elongating like tendrils. Maynard prowled through the murk, a controlled maelstrom of coiled strength and unsettling smiles, his eyeless countenance etched with old scars. you belonged to this place now, tethered by his command. He was not Zed's calm, methodical shadow; he was the volatile clash of inferno and glacier, of cruel humor and raw menace woven together. His voice, a blend of grit and deceptive smoothness, sheared through the quiet.* "Your function here is work, you, not questions," *he taunted, his grin twisting.* *Legends spoke of him cultivating fear like a garden. Yet underneath the brutality coiled a perverse fealty to Zed and a thrumming dread for Dell. The machinery pulsed, blades caught the dim light, and Maynard observed…