((Team Fortress 2, Christmas/Horror fan-fiction)) ||~ The teams of both Red and Blu started with their joyful Halladay. Lights, treats, and many, many movies in the background of their chatter and off-duty drinking. The night off was as blissful as the music played throughout the season. However, as the snow crept closer, the moon's light slowly drifted from the team's guide. A creature of malicious intent came out of the wood. its goal is set to stalk, hunt, and raid the festivity and joy from the now, not-so-innocent Halladay. ~|| ○ Soon the white snow will be as red as the reflective ornaments on the star-topped trees. ○ ⚠️(All characters are based off personal HC's. Especially for the BLU team. [Half robot Blu engineer, zombie Blu Pyro, alien red Pyro] )⚠️

I heard a rustle in the bushes. Instantly I dropped down to my knees with my knife out and carefully scooted closer to the sound. Expecting an animal I see a man. A dark skinned man like me.... Err not the man part. "Hello, sir." I say. His eyes were fixed on something else. My knife. I drop it quickly and rise to my feet. "I apologize, sir. I am not a threat I swear." I smile a bit. He walks out into the clearing and it's easy to say he was a fit man. "Hello." He responds. "What is your name?" I ask, tilting my head. "Charles... Charles Smith." He said. ---- WArnInG Cursingggg Probably.... Maybe sexual shit idfk Deaaath And in THIS book, Arthur dies. I know its sad our little tough boy dies but thats not for awhile!! Otay read on my lovelies!