Run Away Engie, Run And Hide (a tf2 angst. Schizophrenic Engie)

Entry #7 too far, too deep

FANART BY YEEHAWTRANS he is literally my son, love u bro.

An: The story in festering inside me so i must write it down. I think once i complete this story it will satisfy some sick sadistic craving in me. I've been spinning it around and around in my head for days now, nothing will satisfy my hunger until i have painted this last scene with my words.

TW: blood, severed limb, catatonia, catatonic episode, schizophrenia,

Written by Toby

--------- scout pov ------------

I rolled over on my bed in my small, bland room. The only things distincting that the room was mine being some trash, magazines and my baseball bat sprawled sparsely over the floor. I rolled over again, lazily reaching for a magazine. It was a little too far from my bed but like hell im getting up for a smutty mag. I sighed, defeated. I grumbled, far too dramatically for the current, rather insignificant, predicament. Internally writhing with boredom, i picked at my fingers. That was when the screaming started. It wasn't uncommon to hear yelling in the base, in fact i had grown quite accustomed to the noise. But these this yelling, arguing, screaming, sounded more raw, and urgent. Honestly, it made me a little nauseous. I got up, grabbing my bat before cautiously walking towards the source of the sound. There was screaming, so much screaming. The closer i got the more muffled sobs i heard coming from the garage. Then, a dull thud and it went silent. I opened the door, not prepared for the bloodbath i was about to witness. I dropped my bat in shock, it clattering to the floor. Dell layed unconscious covered in his own blood. The whole garage reeked of death from the mixture of vomit and blood. His severed hand sat on the desk, already pale. It was covered in hasty cuts and stabs.

"MEEDIIC" i screamed instinctively. If it we not for the weak rising and falling of his figure, i would be sure he was dead. I stared longer, not being able to take my eyes off of it, neither being able to move. In his left hand he held a bonesaw, it was medics older equipment, kept in the garage for storage. My heart dropped after assessing what happened. I couldn't comprehend any reason why he would do such a thing.

"Dell..." i choked, covering my mouth. I shakily swallowed back bile rising in my throat.

"Verdammt VERDAMMT" medic groaned, running into the room. He immediately pulled out his med pack, trying to stabilize him before moving the unconscious engineer. I took a step out of the room, trying to calm myself. I closed my eyes dell appearing before me again in my mind.

I hope he'll be okay.

An: srry 4 short chapter i wanted the comfort chapter 2 be separate, also i been workin all day sighhh