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Two men. There was another man, yet he seemed to be entirely out of mist or smoke.. transluscent.. like.. like a spirit? Yet the two men seemed aware that the blue spirit was there. Which made the dream girl feel worry.

She gripped her scarf tightly as rain poured down on her.

"Well well, whot's a pretty lil' sheila loike ya doin' here?" One of the men spoke in an Australian accent as he traced the tips of a large machete that he held. It had dried splatters of blood on it, which made the girl even more worried and scared for her life. The second man, who wore the clothes similar to that of an engineer's, glanced at her.

A mad smile comes on the man's face, revealing a row of sharp teeth. The girl gripped her scarf tighter. Only then did the girl notice the man held a knife. Not a special knife, it's just a simple kitchen knife. Only it was very, very sharp and had a fresh trail of blood on it.

Fresh blood.

Fresh.

Blood.

The girl audibly and physically took a step back, alerting the men. They grinned, especially the blue spirit who had deep red eyes. They glowed when they noticed her backing up. "Hey, Brutal. Look. The darlin' looks scared," the knife holding man said in a very noticalbe Texan accent. The Australian, who she found out bore the name Brutal, nodded in acknowledgement.

Brutal couldn't have been his real name, could it? Probably a nickname. But could it?

She was snapped out of her thoughts when Brutal spoke, "So she does... say, mate. Hold moi knife for a moment." The Texan gladly held the large machete for the man. Immediately, before she had a moment to think, Brutal's hand shot out of the dark alley and gripped her wrist tightly. She swore she heard some bones snap.

He roughly yanked her over to them. "Come here, cheri!" the blue spirit laughed maniacally. "N-no, let go!" she said in a fearful voice, which made the spirit grin even more.

Brutal harshly threw her to the ground. The girl held out a hand to the ground, luckilly catching herself with a soft 'oof!' before she slammed face first into the cement ground. She was still coming down from that sudden action when she heard a loud noise of a blade scraping against stone.

"Now, come on. Go ahead."

His voice dropped dangerously low with an almost lustful growl.

"Tell us your name."

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*different tones and voices of OOF*
i spent my entire afternoon drawing this shsjshs

that one engineer/
that one spy/
'Brutal'/ Kekas van Normandy ( www.youtube.com/user/KelThuzad… )
TF2/ valve
TheAdmin/
art/

Description
Two men. There was another man, yet he seemed to be entirely out of mist or smoke.. transluscent.. like.. like a spirit? Yet the two men seemed aware that the blue spirit was there. Which made the dream girl feel worry.

She gripped her scarf tightly as rain poured down on her.

"Well well, whot's a pretty lil' sheila loike ya doin' here?" One of the men spoke in an Australian accent as he traced the tips of a large machete that he held. It had dried splatters of blood on it, which made the girl even more worried and scared for her life. The second man, who wore the clothes similar to that of an engineer's, glanced at her.

A mad smile comes on the man's face, revealing a row of sharp teeth. The girl gripped her scarf tighter. Only then did the girl notice the man held a knife. Not a special knife, it's just a simple kitchen knife. Only it was very, very sharp and had a fresh trail of blood on it.

Fresh blood.

Fresh.

Blood.

The girl audibly and physically took a step back, alerting the men. They grinned, especially the blue spirit who had deep red eyes. They glowed when they noticed her backing up. "Hey, Brutal. Look. The darlin' looks scared," the knife holding man said in a very noticalbe Texan accent. The Australian, who she found out bore the name Brutal, nodded in acknowledgement.

Brutal couldn't have been his real name, could it? Probably a nickname. But could it?

She was snapped out of her thoughts when Brutal spoke, "So she does... say, mate. Hold moi knife for a moment." The Texan gladly held the large machete for the man. Immediately, before she had a moment to think, Brutal's hand shot out of the dark alley and gripped her wrist tightly. She swore she heard some bones snap.

He roughly yanked her over to them. "Come here, cheri!" the blue spirit laughed maniacally. "N-no, let go!" she said in a fearful voice, which made the spirit grin even more.

Brutal harshly threw her to the ground. The girl held out a hand to the ground, luckilly catching herself with a soft 'oof!' before she slammed face first into the cement ground. She was still coming down from that sudden action when she heard a loud noise of a blade scraping against stone.

"Now, come on. Go ahead."

His voice dropped dangerously low with an almost lustful growl.

"Tell us your name."

---

*different tones and voices of OOF*
i spent my entire afternoon drawing this shsjshs

that one engineer/
that one spy/
'Brutal'/ Kekas van Normandy ( www.youtube.com/user/KelThuzad… )
TF2/ valve
TheAdmin/
art/