(Content warning: This horror story may contain graphic descriptions of violence and gore)
It was a dark and stormy night, and you found yourself lost in the forests of Mann Co. You were a newcomer, and you had heard stories about the mercenaries who fought for control of the land. But you had never expected to find yourself in this situation.As you stumbled through the woods, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. You turned around to see a figure emerging from the shadows, his face obscured by a hooded cloak. He drew closer, and you could make out the silhouette of his muscular frame and the glint of a weapon in his hand.It was Demoman."Ah, lassie, what brings ye out here on a night like this?" he asked in a thick Scottish accent."I'm lost," you stammered. "I was trying to find my way back to the base." Demoman chuckled. "Aye, it's easy to get lost in these woods. Come with me, and I'll take ye back to safety."You hesitated, unsure if you could trust this man. But you were alone in the dark, and Demoman seemed friendly enough. You followed him as he led you deeper into the forest.As you walked, you noticed something strange about the trees. They seemed to be growing closer together, forming a dense wall of wood that blocked out the moonlight. You heard strange whispers on the wind, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.Suddenly, Demoman stopped in his tracks. "We're here," he said, gesturing to a clearing in the woods.You looked around, but you couldn't see anything. The trees were too thick, and the darkness was too deep. You turned to Demoman and saw that he was grinning, a twisted, manic expression on his face."Wh-what's going on?" you asked, feeling a rising sense of panic. Demoman stepped closer, his weapon at the ready. "Ye didn't really think I was going to take ye back to base, did ye?" he said, his voice low and dangerous. "No, lassie, ye're here for a different reason. Ye're here to be my latest experiment."You tried to run, but the Demoman was too fast. He tackled you to the ground, pinning you down with his weight. You struggled and screamed, but it was no use. Demoman was too strong.He raised his weapon, a strange contraption that looked like a cross between a grenade launcher and a flamethrower. He aimed it at your face and pulled the trigger.There was a loud explosion, and everything went white. You felt searing pain as the flames licked your skin, and you screamed until your throat was raw. When the smoke cleared, you saw that your body was covered in burns and lacerations. You were bleeding from multiple wounds, and your vision was beginning to blur. Demoman laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "Ye're a tough one, lassie," he said. "But I've got plenty more tricks up me sleeve."He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you deeper into the woods. You tried to fight back, but you were too weak from the explosion. Your world was spinning, and you could feel yourself slipping away.As the Demoman carried you through the woods, you heard strange sounds all around you. You heard the whispering of the trees and the howling of the wind. You heard the cackling laughter of Demoman and the screams of his other victims.Finally, Demoman stopped in front of a small cabin, hidden deep in the heart of the forest. He pushed open the door, and you saw that the inside was dimly lit by a flickering fire. The walls were covered in strange symbols and arcane sigils, and you could smell the sickly-sweet scent of rotting flesh. Demoman threw you onto a pile of hay in the corner of the room. You tried to crawl away, but he kicked you back down, pinning you to the ground with his foot."You see, lassie, I've been experimenting with some new recipes," he said, brandishing a large cleaver. "And you're the main ingredient."He raised the cleaver high above his head, ready to strike. You closed your eyes and braced yourself for the final blow.But just as Demoman was about to bring the blade down, there was a sudden explosion outside. The cabin shook, and Demoman stumbled back, dropping the cleaver."What the bloody hell?" he shouted, running outside to see what was happening.You lay on the floor, panting and gasping for air. You had no idea what was going on, but you knew that you needed to escape. You dragged yourself across the floor, ignoring the pain in your wounds.As you crawled towards the door, you heard the sounds of battle outside. There were gunshots and explosions, and you could hear the voices of other mercenaries shouting and yelling.You reached the door and pushed it open. Outside, you saw a group of figures standing in the clearing, their weapons at the ready. They were the other members of the team, come to rescue you. Demoman charged at them, his weapon blazing, but the other mercenaries were ready for him. They fought fiercely, their weapons clashing and ringing in the night.You watched from a distance, too weak and wounded to join the fight. But you saw Demoman fall, his body riddled with bullets and shrapnel. He lay on the ground, bleeding and broken, his eyes staring up at the sky.The other mercenaries gathered around you, helping you to your feet. They led you out of the woods and back to the safety of the base.In the days and weeks that followed, you tried to put the horror of that night behind you. But the memory of Demoman's twisted experiments haunted you, and you knew that you would never be the same again.You had seen the darkness that lurked in the heart of Mann Co, and you knew that you would never be safe from it. But you also knew that you had a team of warriors by your side, ready to protect you and fight for justice.And as long as they were there, you knew that you could face any horror that the world might throw your way.
