( Shawn's POV )
As Dylan got off the table, we saw Bre get up from behind the counter, and fall on the ground. "Where's the bar?" She said in a drunk voice. "Welp, she found Christopher's secret stash of Whiskey. What are we gonna do about her?" Dylan asked, confused. "We obviously have to get her away from that Whiskey, but how?" I said. Just then Dylan hit her over the head with his wrench. "Problem solved." Dylan said. We dragged her over to a closet and locked her in there. "Now back to the battle." I said. We then heard a loud yell. We ran outside to see KC laying on the ground, arm gone. "Please...help me..." He said before he passed out. We all gazed at his missing arm, thinking of what to do. Dylan suggested that we build a dispenser to reattach his arm. "Wouldn't work, he's lost too much blood. Nothing will work In the state he's in. He's gone." I said. "We looked over at the robots and saw them crying bolts and screws. "We'll, come back tomorrow, bye!" A scout bot said. "What are we gonna tell Bre?" I said.
( Cuts to Bre's POV )
"Welp, looks like i'm gonna be in here for a while." I took out a bottle of whiskey that was in my back pocket, and began to drink.
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MvM ~ A TF2 Story ( COMPLETED )
ActionThis story takes place after the Red Team defeated the blue team, Blue Team abandoned their base and got away. Since then the Red Team has had nothing to do but drink alcohol and play cards. But today something interesting happened...
