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It had been a few months since the Blu Scout had joined the Classic team, taking his place as their new ‘understudy’ of sorts. After the gravel wars were over, the Administrator had seen no more need for the Blu team. In fact, she had decided that they were hindrances, and sent her assistant Miss Pauling to deactivate their respawn and finish them all off. Scout had been the only one who got away.

The Classics had seen this before when their contract with Blu had ended- the entire Classic Red team had gone missing overnight. They hadn’t much cared for their counterparts while they were killing them, but after finding out they were clones of themselves… they hadn’t exactly been overjoyed with their ex-employers.

Scout had accidentally showed up at the Classic Merc's then-hideout, begging for shelter from Miss Pauling, who was still looking for him. CHeavy, being in charge of the team, had finally agreed- on a few conditions, of course.

“You don’t leave the base unless I explicitly say so, and not without someone else. What’s more, you’ll take orders immediately and without question, got it?”

Scout had gladly accepted, counting himself lucky that they were letting him live. After that, there had been one or two close calls with Miss Pauling tracking Scout there, but the Classics had managed to convince her that they had killed Scout when he came to them. So he was safe, for now at least. In return, he did whatever the other mercs told him to, cleaning, helping around, keeping watch on jobs, and eventually, getting involved with the actual killing.

The young man seemed to take a particular interest in their leader, CHeavy. Scout followed him around like a lost puppy, constantly trying to impress him. At first, CHeavy would mostly just brush Scout off, commanding him to go find something useful to do and warning Scout to stop getting on his nerves. Scout had been overjoyed when CHeavy finally started bringing him along on missions, letting him prove his worth in combat. Sure, Scout’s dramatic stunts most often resulted in a trip to CMedic’s office, but he’d never once let CHeavy see how badly he’d been hurt.

CHeavy found it amusing how desperate the young man was for his approval. Even though Scout was annoying most of the time, his skill could not be denied, and his obedience had proven surprisingly useful. CHeavy valued that in his teammates.

Even more surprisingly, he’d found himself growing a sort of fondness for the young man, in the sense that it gave him a power trip to have him so close to him so often, when he could so easily reach out and end his life there and then. A grab, a squeeze, then crunch; without even breaking a sweat. He towered over Scout at all times, and Scout had watched him kill a number of people bigger than Scout with nothing but his bare hands- and yet, Scout insisted on sticking to CHeavy’s side like glue.

Once, on one of the few missions where Scout was allowed to tage along, CHeavy had crushed a man’s head with one hand like a grape in front of him.

CHeavy had flung the body away, letting it crumple to the floor. He’d shaken some of the blood off his hand, before turning to Scout menacingly. Scout had stared up at him, oblivious. “Wow, that was awesome!! Can you teach ME how to-??”

CHeavy had cut him off. “You know why I did that?”

“Cuz he wasn’t useful anymore?” Scout had piped up, eager to please.

CHeavy had shrugged. “Yeah.” He’d reached out and grabbed Scout by the throat, so Scout’s face wasn’t engulfed. Scout had flinched, but hadn’t struggled as he’d been lifted into the air to meet CHeavy’s eyeline. Scout had brought his own hands to meet CHeavy’s fingers, clutching at them for dear life but not wasting his energy trying to pry them away. CHeavy had continued: “But mostly because I felt like it.”

Scout had gulped, watching CHeavy’s expression as his heart had raced with fearful anticipation. CHeavy had paused, his eyes hidden behind his goggles. “You belong to me now, got it?”

Scout had nodded his head profusely- or, as much as he could have while being held in the air by his jaw. Somehow, even in that situation where CHeavy could quite literally have killed Scout by sneezing, Scout had still seemed to trust his leader. As if, even CHeavy killing Scout after all would only reaffirm Scout’s faith in him. It was something so pathological about him, something in his brain that CMedic could probably figure out and fix if CHeavy told him to. Except, CHeavy thought he liked Scout this way.

CHeavy had frowned. “You should get hurt less.” He had dropped Scout, letting the young man stagger to gain his footing. “Come on. This building’s coming down as soon as we get back to the trucks.” Scout had nodded, following CHeavy out the door like nothing had happened.

CHeavy found that the idea of Scout being killed by anyone other than him pissed him off. Murder was such a brutal exercise of power, and CHeavy should be the only one with any power over Scout. It felt like a defiance from the universe whenever some random idiot took out one of his team members- or his understudy. CHeavy hadn’t actually killed Scout himself so far, but if the universe pushed him any further he might have to let it know who’s boss.

During one of these missions, the CMedic had died. CHeavy had been furious- the brunt of his anger being taken out on Scout, who made a surprisingly good stress toy.

After the funeral, the team went on very few missions, and none more dangerous than headshotting some hippie scientist or taking down a meager street gang. None of which Scout was allowed to attend.

Scout hated being alone by himself at the base, especially since a lot of the time he wasn’t alone and CPyro- or Bea, as everyone called her- was downstairs doing her thing. Scout sat in his hiding place- an empty storage closet under the stairs- holding his knees close to his chest as screams and buzzing of power tools echoed from the basement.

Unfortunately for Scout, Bea had taken a sadistic fascination for him from the get go- but CHeavy had made it clear that the young man was off-limits torture wise. Luckily, she seemed satisfied with merely inflicting psychological torment on Scout; whispering cruel things to him at dinner, leaving the occasional charred limb on his bed, and the like. One time she had even gone out of her way to set up a row of 8 rat corpses in Scout’s room, each dressed up in makeshift clothes to match Scout’s old team, and each riddled with bullet holes.

Most of the team knew about Scout’s hiding place under the stairs, including CHeavy. CMedic used to come in and check in on him in there, as he had often been at base cleaning the infirmary or organising his equipment during these low grade missions. CMedic had been fairly nice to Scout, even if he did remind him of Scout’s old teammate, the Blu Medic. As weird and crazy Medic had been, Scout still missed him as much as the others.

CMedic used to ask Scout plenty of questions about his old team, but also plenty of questions about Scout himself. A lot about what it was like being a clone. Scout had learnt that he had been a clone all along once Miss Pauling came to kill his team, and since then he had managed to come to terms with it, with CMedic’s help. Sure, most of Scout’s ‘memories’ had been fabricated to keep up the illusion, but now he was free to make real memories. At least, that’s what CMedic had encouraged him to do.

CMedic had been nice, and while he probably hadn’t actually cared about Scout as a person, he had been curious enough about Scout’s mental state to spend real time with him, to try and ‘fix him’ even.

But it didn’t matter anymore. CMedic was dead, and now Scout sat on the hardwood floor alone, curled up around his knees. Mercenaries died all the time, he understood that. It was in the job description. Still, it was scary to lose someone else after what he had gone through back in Teufort. Scout hated that he had to be stuck here while the others were out fighting, especially if some of them might not come back. They could all be dead right now, and Scout would have no idea until someone came and told him.

Scout took a deep breath the way CMedic had shown him, trying to calm himself. They weren’t dead. They could take care of themselves. Still, anxiety gnawed at Scout's insides, his skinny body trembling, tears pricking his eyes. He traced his fingers over the indents in the wooden floor, listening to the sounds of torture reverberating through it. He could be making himself useful somehow, he could go out and help CHeavy, but he was stuck here.

Since they still couldn’t be sure that Miss Pauling wouldn’t come back, or that someone else might break into the base with potential motivation to kill Scout, they couldn’t risk his safety by having him wandering around the base. Scout wasn’t complaining honestly, he’d happily sleep in his storage closet if there was room to fix his mattress. It was safe, and dark… but cold, and oh so far away from CHeavy.

Finally, after ages and ages of Scout believing that they were all dead and he would starve before he saw another human face, he heard the tell-tale sound of the front door opening. Scout perked up, furiously wiping away the tears that had been making tracks down his cheeks. He crawled silently over to the door, waiting for it to be opened- he wasn’t allowed to open it himself, just in case it was a trick.

Footsteps and idle chatter made their way down the hallway towards Scout, and he practically vibrated with excitement. Then… they kept going past, continuing down the hall. Scout sat at the door, dejected. They’d open the door eventually, they must be dealing with something that he couldn’t be there for. Maybe it was Miss Pauling, maybe she’d figured out that he wasn’t actually dead, and had come to drag him back to teufort and bury him in a shallow grave next to the others.

A spike of fear shot through Scout, his throat tightening painfully as he choked back a sob. He was okay, it was okay, CHeavy wouldn’t let her find him. He was still useful.

Scout held a hand firmly over his mouth as the footsteps passed back again, lingering worryingly outside. He could hear them speaking, but couldn’t quite make out what they were saying when he was backed up all the way from the exit. Gingerly, and silently, Scout crawled forward and pressed his ear lightly against the door.

“Anything you need, we can supply it to you. We have someone who can help you out with setting up and keeping the infirmary tidy if you need it.” CHeavy’s voice.

“Danke schön, Herr Heavy. This will do nicely. I just have to unpack some of my tools and then I can begin check ups!”

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Scout’s heart skipped a beat. Medic?? It couldn’t be. Blu Medic was dead, Scout had watched him die. That meant it could only be… the Red Medic, someone who undoubtedly hated Scout very much. He would turn Scout in to Miss Pauling for sure, or just kill him himself, or do some awful experiment on him that put him in constant misery.

CHeavy had to know that they knew each other, right? That’d be why he hadn’t let Scout out from under the stairs yet. In fact, he probably wasn’t going to let Medic anywhere near Scout until he was sure it was safe. CHeavy was protecting him.

After a few moments, with footsteps passing back and forth down the corridor, the door to the closet finally opened. Light poured in, forcing Scout to squint for a few seconds as his eyes adjusted. CHeavy wasted no time letting him crawl out himself, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him out into the hall.

Scout scrambled to his feet, looking attentively up at CHeavy. CHeavy glared back. “I want you to meet our new Medic. You’ll be helping him do his job while we’re out, starting today.”

Scout blinked. But… the Red Medic was dangerous. He would try to hurt Scout. Surely CHeavy wasn’t going to leave Scout alone with him?

CHeavy started down the hall, motioning for Scout to follow. They made their way to the infirmary where Medic was busy setting up, his back towards the door. CHeavy cleared his throat to get the doctor’s attention, making Scout flinch.

Medic turned around, curious, before his eyes landed on Scout. He frowned for a moment. “Who is this? I thought- wait a minute.” Medic stepped towards Scout, who took a ginger step back. “Scout?”

Scout cringed. It was understandable that Medic didn’t recognise him as the Blu Scout, since he was supposed to be dead. Maybe it would be best for Medic to think that he was the Red Scout. Safer probably.

CHeavy spoke: “He’s not your Scout, he’s your lot’s old Blu Scout. He’s working for us now as an understudy. That’s not going to be a problem, is it?”

There went any chance of Scout preserving his anonymity now. Medic was going to kill him.

Medic frowned, his gaze flicking between the two Blus, unsure. “...Does Miss Pauling know about this?”

CHeavy huffed, stepping forward menacingly. “This is none of her business. He belongs to me . If you compromise his safety here, there will be consequences, understood?”

Medic put up his hands. “Of course, of course.” He glared momentarily at Scout, before turning back to CHeavy. “Er, when are you leaving exactly?”

“Soon, and we’ll be back in a few hours. Speaking of which, I have to go check in with the others.” He clicked his fingers at Scout, making him flinch. “You, help him with preparing the lab. Make sure he has what he needs.”

Scout nodded, stepping carefully aside as CHeavy stormed out of the room. Scout watched him go, letting the door swing closed behind him.

As soon as the door was closed, Medic snatched his bonesaw and lunged at Scout. Luckily, Scout had been expecting the attack, and was able to dodge. Medic lunged again, narrowly missing Scout’s shoulder as he twisted away. Medic grabbed at Scout with his free hand, but Scout, ever the fast and nimble, ducked under his arm and stumbled away.

Medic scowled, readying his saw again. “All this time, huh? To think, when we found out the clone team was dead, I had been so disappointed to lose 9 perfectly good, legally nonexistent test subjects… and now here you are, right in my infirmary! How exciting.” Medic spat.

Scout readied himself to dodge again. “CHeavy said you’re not supposed to hurt me. I’m supposed to help you with the lab, yeah? So just cut it out and no one gets in trouble.”

“Why, but I have the perfect way you can help me: you can have the first check up. Need to make sure all my scalpels are sharp enough and whatnot.” Medic lunged again, missing Scout with the saw but managing to grab him by the other arm. Scout yelped as he tugged at his arm to get away, but Medic was stronger than him, and quick to plunge the saw into Scout’s abdomen.

Scout cried out, choking on his words as shock filled his body. Medic saw his chance and took it, grabbing Scout by the shoulders and throwing him to the floor. Scout wheezed as he hit the tiles, curling around his wound as it began to really hurt, sucking the air out of him in an instant.

Medic put one boot to Scout’s torso, grabbed the handle of the saw, and yanked it out. Scout choked out a loud sob, gasping and spluttering as blood began to pour out of him.

Medic tutted. “Not so cocky now, are we? Come on, to the operating table with you.” He grabbed Scout by the shoulders again, forcing him to his feet and guiding him to lie down on the table. Scout gagged a few times, blinding pain seizing his mindspace. He groaned, feeling the pain bubble as he did.

“Lucky for you,” Medic muttered, “I still have my Medigun with me. Although, I’ve given it a few additions since we last saw each other. You’re going to try them out for me.”

Scout couldn’t speak, his throat closing with nausea. It had been a good while since he’d last been stabbed for sure, especially with such a large blunt object. He remembered the feeling. Medic must have hit a lung.

Medic unpacked his medigun, and Scout noted that it looked a lot bigger and more complex than it had before. Medic spoke as he fiddled with the settings, “As I said, I’ve made a lot of adjustments to this thing since you last saw it. Mann co weapons are not made to last past each mission, but this one I managed to take good care of, even had most of the parts taken apart and remade with better quality materials- but I think the most interesting thing about it is all the wonderful new things it can (theoretically) do.”

Scout’s eyes widened as Medic directed the nozzle at him. Medic grinned as he continued. “I haven’t actually gotten a chance to test half of this stuff yet… believe me, your contributions will be tremendously helpful.” Scout sucked in a breath before he felt that familiar sensation of quick healing. Although, his wound itched for some reason, and as he looked down at it he saw that the flesh bent and shaped itself in an unusual way- soon little white buds were forming and pushing through, curling out and around themselves.

Medic hummed excitedly. “Teeth! How fun. Not exactly what I had in mind, but useful nonetheless.” He poked at the teeth in Scout’s wound, sending a couple of shockwaves through Scout’s torso.

Scout’s breathing was heavy, each exhale releasing small horrified grunts. He wanted to throw up. “Get it out, get them out get them out out out out!!!!” He wheezed hysterically. He shut his eyes tight, desperate to pretend there weren’t fucking teeth growing out of his stab wound.

Medic tutted, and grabbed something Scout didn’t dare to look at. Unfortunately, this meant he wasn’t ready whatsoever as Medic sliced back into his flesh with the bone saw, carving the pocket of mutated flesh away. Scout screamed with shock at the sudden pain- Medic was quick to clap a hand over his mouth to stop the sound from travelling past the door.

Scout should bite him, he should do everything in his power to get back at the horrible doctor who was eager to do much worse to him. He struggled to get off the table, but Medic grabbed Scout quickly, holding him down as he snatched the straps to restrain him. Scout continued to fight, sensing he was beat but desperate to make this as difficult for Medic as possible.

In response, Medic clocked Scout in the head as hard as he could. The effect was almost instantaneous- the room spun in Scout’s vision, his head ringing too loud to hear Medic’s triumphant laughter. Scout clung to the sides of the table for dear life, feeling as though he’d fall down onto the ceiling if he didn’t.

With Scout dazed, Medic found it easy to tie him down to the table. “There. Now, what to try next?” He held the chunk of flesh covered in teeth up to Scout, who gagged in response. “I suppose I ought to heal up your wound properly so you can at least speak, I’d love to hear your input on this.”

Scout coughed wetly and wheezed, proving Medic’s point. Medic spent a few agonising seconds toying with the controls, before finally training the Medigun beam on Scout.

Scout sucked in a deep breath as his lungs began to inflate again, coughing and sputtering and jerking against his restraints. Medic toyed with his gun some more, before bringing back the new healing beam.

Scout’s mind began to spin horrifically, fluorescent orange and pink eating at the edges of his vision. He grit his teeth as the lights and colors of the room brightened and shifted hue, shapes forming at random before his eyes.

Scout throbbed dangerously as hallucinations swam past him; visions of CHeavy as a warthog, of his old Blu Spy patting him on the shoulder before evaporating into smoke, of his family who only ever existed in his false memories; fish eating ham and those weird toys that make a moo sound when you turn them upside down.

Then the Medibeam clicked off, and Scout was abruptly ripped back to reality. Tears stung his eyes, and his breathing was hitched and uneven. His wound was gone, even if the new tissue looked a little green. “W-what was that??”

Medic said nothing, toying with his medigun again, and Scout realised that the light level in the room had changed significantly. Oh god, what had Medic done to him while he was unconscious? Probably given him a whole array of new organs, if Scout had to guess.

Medic sighed and brushed the blood on his hands onto his coat. “I’d say that the surgery went well, all things considered. I cannot wait to monitor your experience! Congratulations by the way, you can expect the baboon baby to be ready in about 9 months!”

Horror coloured Scout’s expression, not daring to look down at himself in case he really was pregnant and Medic wasn’t just saying that to be cruel. Medic took no notice.

“Now, there is one last experiment I’d like to try out before I let you go…” Medic turned back to his gun for the last time.

Scout coughed, before finally speaking up, “I’ll tell CHeavy about this. He’ll punish you, you’ll see.” He scowled at Medic, thick hatred stirring inside him.

Medic laughed. “You think he’d care that I hurt you? That’s cute. You’re not useful to him, you know. You’re just some weak little stray clone he keeps around for the hell of it.”

Scout snapped, “That’s not true!! I am useful, I help out all the time! He wouldn’t keep me around if I wasn’t!!”

Medic’s attention was now mostly on the Medigun, getting ready to deploy it. “I don’t know why he keeps you around, but it’s not because he needs you, trust me. You’re more of a pet than an ‘understudy’ or whatever he called you. Which is fitting, because you’re not even human.”

Scout recoiled, struck by Medic’s casual cruelty. “I’m NOT a pet . I’m a person , and I AM useful.” Fresh tears stung Scout’s eyes, as he willed himself to believe his own words.

The Medibeam activated, enveloping Scout’s whole body in a way that felt utterly unfamiliar. “You don’t even have a soul.”

Scout felt the restraints loosen as he watched the ceiling drift away from him, resigned to just letting whatever was happening happen at this point. Soon he was free on the operating table, and horrified to realise that he had shrunk to the size of a toy figurine. How fitting.

Before Scout could move to get away, Medic grabbed him in one hand, inspecting him carefully. “Hmm, you turned out better than expected! How marvelous.”

Scout groaned in Medic’s grip, limp and exhausted from being stabbed and beaten and thrown around. He hated to admit it, but being kept from combat for so long had left him weak, only suited for dodging harm and following CHeavy’s orders. He was still useful though, even if his fighting skills had somewhat slipped away from him. He had to be.

Because if he wasn’t useful, then Miss Pauling and the Administrator were right. There was no longer any point to him existing, no purpose for him to serve, no people left to miss him. It just couldn’t be true.

Surely he was useful to CHeavy. Even if he was just cleaning up the base while he was out, it was one less task for CHeavy to worry about. Even if Cheavy hurt Scout, he was using him to let off steam, or to set an example for the others. As long as he served those purposes, CHeavy would never outright kill him.

Medic gazed smugly down at Scout, who did nothing to free himself. “Too bad there’s no more respawn, huh? I would’ve liked to try out some more fatal experiments.” He licked his lips, alerting Scout, who finally jolted away in fear.

“Y-you can’t!! CHeavy said-!”

“CHeavy this, CHeavy that; you really are pathetic, aren’t you?” Medic taunted, holding Scout below eye level. “No wonder he treats you like a dog. So desperate for love that you can’t even see how little he actually cares about you.”

Scout shrunk away from Medic’s words, sobbing. He wasn’t a dog, he wasn’t, he wasn’t. CHeavy did love him in his own way, he knew it .

Medic hummed delightedly, taking great joy in Scout’s distress. “Now, what to do with you… there must be something survivable I can use you for.” He glanced around the room, spotting something and walking over to it. He grabbed a thick spool of string and held it up to Scout, grinning. “Maybe I’ll tie you to this and send you down my throat, then pull you back up before you get the chance to die.”

Scout struggled desperately as Medic began to wind the string around his middle. “Please… just turn me back and let me go, and I won’t tell CHeavy about this, please!” As shameful as having to beg for his life was, Scout could see as well as anyone that he wasn’t going to get out of this just by struggling. He wanted to go to his hiding place under the stairs, where he would be safe from Medic and Miss Pauling and anyone else that might hurt him.

With the string secure, Medic held it by one end, dangling Scout over his face. Real terror gripped Scout, and he scrambled in mid air to get a hold of the string and climb up it. “Wait!! Please, don’t do this!!” He cried out. Knowing that he would survive being eaten didn’t make the idea any more pleasant. His survival instincts were going haywire- or perhaps it was just the programming that was put in him as a clone, dictating his desire not to die. He didn’t want to think about himself like that.

Medic opened his mouth wide, giving Scout a good look at the gaping maw below him. Scout shrieked as he was lowered towards it, panicking as he grappled with the string and brought his legs up close to his body. Medic’s tongue flattened to make room for him, and just as Scout’s curled form was halfway past Medic’s teeth-

Scout’s descent abruptly stopped as the doors to the infirmary burst open. Both Medic and Scout turned to look as CHeavy stepped into the room. “What the fuck are you doing??”

Medic swung Scout behind his back and smiled benevolently, “CHeavy!! Good to see you back so soon! Your understudy has been very helpful to me so far. I can assure you he’s absolutely fine!!”

CHeavy stormed towards Medic, who shrunk back slightly. CHeavy extended an open hand. “Give him here.” He commanded.

Medic gingerly brought Scout out from behind his back, dropping him and the string into Cheavy’s palm. Scout curled up to hug his knees, visibly relieved.

CHeavy carefully cupped his hand around Scout as he took the string between four fingers and snapped it, dropping the spool to the floor. He glared at Medic, who just smiled nervously back. “I warned you what would happen if you disobeyed me.” CHeavy growled. His eyes met the medigun. He could destroy it with ease, which should provide a significant punishment for Medic’s behaviour. Except… he did need Medic. As frustrating as it was to have Medic blatantly disobey him like this, he was important to the team, and he couldn’t afford to lose his loyalty so quickly after hiring him.

CHeavy huffed. “This is your first and only warning.” He turned and stormed out of the infirmary. CHeavy realised he must have gotten used to Scout’s unconditional obedience, and had simply expected it from Medic. He couldn’t afford to go soft, not with his reputation as a feared and respected leader on the line.

Halfway down the hall, CHeavy was reminded of the fact that he was still holding Scout, since the tiny young man was trying to speak to him.

“...He tried to eat me CHeavy, can you believe it? He stabbed me, and then he used that weird gun to grow teeth in the stab wound, and it was so gross .” Scout shivered in CHeavy’s enormous palm, craning his neck to stare up at him. “And I’m pretty sure he did some kind of surgery on me while I was unconscious, too. He’s always been crazy, believe me. Who knows what else he would’ve done if you hadn’t stopped him!”

CHeavy glared down at Scout, taking him through the hallway. “I thought I told you to get hurt less.”

Scout opened his mouth to reply that it hadn’t been his fault, before realising that it probably didn’t make any difference to CHeavy. He folded his arms over his knees in silence instead, wishing that he had been able to dodge Medic’s attacks better.

CHeavy ground his jaw as he strode down the hallway, thinking hard. Medic’s actions had disrupted some of CHeavy’s power over Scout. If he couldn’t fully control Medic, the only one with the ability to heal Scout or bring him back to life, then by extension he had lost some control over Scout. Sure, he could have the kid stay at the base at all times, but that would also put him out of reach.

It was yet another ‘fuck you’ from the universe. Well, CHeavy wasn’t going to take it anymore. Scout was his, and he needed a new way to make that very, very clear.

He glanced down at his open palm. Scout was still sitting there, as calm and trusting as always, even in such a vulnerable state. He hadn’t even asked to be brought back to full size yet, simply trusting CHeavy in whatever decision he made.

CHeavy stopped walking, picking Scout up between two fingers as delicately as he could when even his pinky finger was bigger than Scout’s entire body. He held him up to eye level, staring silently.

Scout stared back warily. “I’m sorry, I won’t get hurt again. I’ll be good.”

“I know you won’t.” With that, CHeavy opened his mouth wide and dropped Scout inside.

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Scout shrieked as he hit CHeavy’s tongue with a splat, and was quickly plunged into darkness. He tried to sit up in the cavernous space, breathing hard, but the tongue began to ripple, and was soon sending Scout towards the back.

Scout cried out in horror, grabbing at CHeavy’s tongue as he slid back. “Wait!! I can still be useful, I promise I’ll be good!! Please!!!”

CHeavy tossed Scout experimentally around in his mouth, before finally swallowing. He heard Scout’s scream as the walls of his throat gripped his legs, and with another swallow he could feel Scout sliding down his esophagus.

Scout sobbed as the fleshy walls hugged him tightly, the muscles working to massage him downwards. He had failed somehow, he must not have been good enough if CHeavy decided to get rid of him like this. At least if he was going to die, his life won’t have amounted to nothing. At least it would bring CHeavy some kind of satisfaction to know that Scout was dead. Maybe he would even provide some miniscule amount of nourishment to the giant.

CHeavy sighed as he felt Scout reach his stomach, continuing through the hallway to his bedroom. The rest of his team had been dismissed after the short mission, and most of them wouldn’t still be at base. They’d all be back by tomorrow, but for now he should have a few hours to be unbothered. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with that time.

Meanwhile, Scout had curled up inside CHeavy’s stomach, sobbing quietly as he waited for death. He’d wedged himself into the fleshy folds of the stomach wall, trying to keep away from the acid swirling around at the bottom. He had splashed into it on his way in, drenching his clothes. He had removed them to stop the acid from reaching his body, but even so his skin was beginning to itch.

He didn’t want to die permanently, he wasn’t ready at all. Maybe CHeavy would bring him back up in a minute, or he’d come through respawn after all, or he’d wake up and find out it had all been a terrible nightmare. He wasn’t ready to admit that he might as well have already been dead.

At least it was warm in there, and admittedly safe from the outside world, and dark like his hiding place. At least he would be with CHeavy as he died.

On the outside, CHeavy was sat at the edge of his bed, unbuckling his pants to free his meaty schlong. His rough hand wrapped around it, slowly stroking up and down and huffing with pleasure.

He could still feel Scout inside him, tucked into the walls of his insides. He imagined him there, still obedient, accepting the fate CHeavy had forced upon him. He reeled, intoxicated by the amount of power he could take over Scout, that his understudy would so willingly let him have.

CHeavy scoffed as he quickened his pace. ‘Understudy’. What a laugh. What exactly had the kid been ‘studying’ for, besides totally being his bitch? THAT would have been more accurate: a stray bitch that CHeavy had made his own. Man, he really should’ve taken more advantage of that. It was almost a shame to let all that obedience go to waste for a few minutes of fun now. Oh well.

CHeavy grunted as his hand sped up, working hard and fast at his large cock. He could feel Scout being jostled around inside him, feeling him briefly losing his stability in the wall and scrambling to return to it.

Scout movements only encouraged CHeavy’s arousal, grunts turning into restrained moans as Scout was properly swept around inside him. He was doing the young man a favour in a way- in helping him get it over with sooner rather than later. 

Scout gasped and spluttered as he was put through the churning wave pool of acid. His skin was sore and red, tingling horribly as the acid ate away at him. Whatever CHeavy was doing, he clearly wanted Scout to die.

With that realisation, Scout sobbed and gave up trying to delay his fate. CHeavy wanted him dead, so he would die. He let himself be thrown around in the sloshing liquid, holding his breath and gritting his teeth against the increasingly painful erosion of his flesh.

CHeavy felt Scout stop scrambling inside him, fully accepting the reality of the situation. Succumbing to CHeavy’s whims. CHeavy sped up agian, growling as he reached his abrupt release, and letting his load splurge out and over his hand. Some got on the floor, making a mess. He thought how it might be good to have Scout clean it up- before realising why that wasn’t possible.

He huffed, post nut clarity hitting him like a ton of bricks as he considered what he’d done. The kid was gone, no longer moving, and no way out. That kind of sucked, he supposed. Still, there wasn’t really anything he could do about it now, and even if he could he probably wouldn’t. This would mean Scout was permanently his, even if he was dead. That was all he really cared about.

The next morning, CHeavy woke up to see Scout, half naked and covered in sores, sitting silently on the floor next to his bed. CHeavy blinked at him for a moment, glaring.

“You’re supposed to be dead.”

“I am.” Scout replied, still sitting on the floor. THere was a patch of wet where he sat- probably acid. Gross.

CHeavy sighed and stretched, too groggy to anything more than mildly annoyed. Of course this was how the universe got back at him- he couldn’t even kill Scout properly without him coming back. “Why are you here then?”

“They uh, they wouldn’t let me into the afterlife. Something about me being a clone and all.” He curled in on himself, bringing his knees close to his chest. “They said I could go to this other place, or come back here and stay with you for a bit, since my bones are still… in there. I’ll leave if that’s what you want, but I promise if you let me stay I’ll find a way to be useful like this.”

CHeavy raised an eyebrow. The extent of Scout’s loyalty was amazing. Even after CHeavy actually ATE and KILLED him, he was still desperate for CHeavy’s approval.

CHeavy nodded. “Yeah, you can stick around. I’m sure I can find something to do with you.”

Scout visibly birghtened, some of the sores fading and looking a bit healthier. “Thank you!!”

CHeavy got up and out of bed, making his way past Scout to his wardrobe to get dressed, uncaring about Scout’s prescence. Scout averted his eyes anyway, still facing the bed.

“First,” CHeavy went on, “We ought to get you something new to tether to. Those bones aren’t going to last forever.” Ghosts weren’t exactly uncommon in CHeavy’s line of work, since plenty of the people he killed came back to haunt him, so he had some base knowledge about how they worked and such. He needed soemthing important to Scout. A piece of him, or an item of sentimental value would provide the strongest connection. “Yesterday, you said something about teeth didn’t you?”

Scout shuddered. “Yeah, Medic grew a bunch of gross teeth out of the hole where he stabbed me.”

“Perfect. One or two teeth should do the trick.” Once fully dressed, CHeavy made his way out of his room and out into the hall. Scout stood and followed him, still holding himself tightly and leaving damp footprints on the ground. The young man was still mostly naked, covered only by his boxers and a singlet.

CHeavy was counting on Scout being invisible to everyone else, since none of them knew how he died. The footprints wouldn’t be though, and for CHeavy’s own sanity he’d like there to be a way to make Scout look less like he’d just been fished out of a stomach. Some pants perhaps.

The infirmary was luckily empty, and with both of them looking for the teeth they were able to find them pretty quickly. Cheavy ripped two out of their sockets, holding them out to Scout. “Take them.”

Scout made a face as he picked them up, surprised that they took hold in his ghostly grip. He held them carefully, expecting them to slip through his hands and fall to the floor. Satisfied, CHeavy took them back and put them in his pocket. “That should last a good few hours, but I’m guessing you don’t have a particularly strong connection to this world. Without any meaningful ‘unfinished business’, your ability to interact with anything will get weaker the longer you spend here. After a little while, you’ll just disappear.”

Scout stared at him miserably. Cheavy took little notice, already making his way out of the infirmary and forcing Scout to follow. “Cheer up, you’ll probably go to see all your clone buddies in purgatory, or wherever you freaks end up.” He rolled his eyes as he heard Scout suppress a sob behind him.

There was another mission that day, one that Scout was finally allowed to tag along for. Nobody else could see him of course, which was a little disapointing to Scout, but CHeavy was happy with it. The rest of the team had been curious about his whereabouts, and CHeavy had told them that he had unexpectedly died of organ failure. Which was believable, especially since his organs had essentially been 3D printed, and not to mention they had been tampered with plenty while he was alive.

He had convinced Medic that it was due to his experiments, and that there would be some kind of serious consequence for this outcome. Medic had frowned disappointedly, likely more upset with the fact that his experiment hadn’t worked than that it had killed him. Which, in a way it had.

After the mission, the pair retreated back to CHeavy’s room. Scout was looking a lot better now, still mostly naked but not quite as covered in sore patches, and the acid seemed to have fully cleared up.

“Good news,” Cheavy exclaimed. “I’ve thought of something good to do with you. If you’re up for it, of course.” He opened a drawer of miscellaneous objects, taking out a plastic tube shaped thing. He uncapped it as he sat down on the bed, revealing it’s true nature.

Scout looked at the fleshlight eagerly, and CHeavy held it out to him. Scout tried his best to pick the thing up- it slipped a few times, but if he concetrated he could manage to hold on to it. He glanced up at CHeavy excitedly, as CHeavy began to unbuckle his pants.

Scout was no virgin. Once upon a time he had even taken pride in his skill in bed, and still maintained that he was pretty good at it. This was something he knew, and he was excited to please.

Cheavy brought out his enormous cock, almost too girthy to fit inside the fleshlight at all. He sighed as he glared down at Scout, arousal steadily growing at Scout’s eagerness. “Alright. Impress me.”

Scout looked between the cock and the sex toy, figuring how he could use them best. Experimentally, he held the front of the fleshlight in both hands and slid the other end through his mouth, carefully positioning it so that the rubber lips aligned with his own. Object possession was surprisingly simple, it seemed!

Fleshlight in place, he carefully lowered his mouth towards CHeavy’s cock, meaty and throbbing as it was. He drew a ghostly tongue over the tip, delighting as CHeavy shivered in response. He opened his mouth wide to accept the tip into it, the rubber lips of the fleshlight bending with his. He began to bob his head forward and back, taking the dick a little deeper each time.

Cheavy growled in pleasure, reaching a hand out to grapple with the back of Scout’s head. Scout felt himself light up from the affirming touch, his grip on the object his mouth growing stronger. CHeavy must have felt it too, because he shuddered again, and warm salty precum dribbled onto the back of Scout’s tongue. His grip on Scout’s hair grew tighter and more tangible, pulling him into the movements as he bobbed back and forth.

Scout hadn’t felt the bliss of sex in almost a year, suddenly wishing he had found a way to give CHeavy the idea to do this sooner. He reeled with his own pleasure, letting CHeavy’s body heat warm his ghostly form. He thrust his head back and forth with a renewed vigor, licking and sucking on the tip as he did.

CHeavy’s hips twitched with each thrust. He half-grunted half-moaned as he let Scout explore how deep he could go, determined to make it all the way to the base. It was a good thing Scout was dead for this part actually, since his jaw would probably have fractured by now if he was alive.

Soon, Scout’s nose was hitting the soft skin of CHeavy’s navel, still bobbing back and forth. Scout grinned triumphantly speeding up as he set into a constant rythym. CHeavy grit his teeth as he began to buck roughly into Scout’s mouth, feeling his climax build until-

CHeavy gasped as he orgasmed, cum spilling all the way down Scout’s throat. Scout greedily swallowed down every last drop like it was milk from the gods, slowly retreating as the stream depleted.

CHeavy panted from the excertion, absent mindedly stroking Scout’s hair as he did. “Good job… fuckin’ hell… should’ve done that WAY sooner…” Scout beamed from the praise, letting himself wait and enjoy this moment before CHeavy regained his composure.

Scout brought his hands to his face and slipped the fleshlight out- discovering that the back of it had been completely busted open. He licked the last few strings of cum away, devoring them hungrily.

CHeavy flopped back onto the bed, hardly caring that he was still in his work clothes. He’d have a quick nap before dinner, then they could go for round two before bed.

Scout watched longingly from the edge of the bed, CHeavy’s chest already rising and falling in a sleepy pattern. CHeavy cracked open his eyes to glance at Scout, just standing there, watching him.

“Quit that. It’s creepy.” He mumbled, closing his eyes. Scout deflated, looking around the room for something else to do while he waited. CHeavy huffed, and patted a spot on the bed next to him, beckoning Scout.

Scout lit up with joy, clambering over the edge of the bed to curl up next to CHeavy. CHeavy internally rolled his eyes as he drifted to sleep, Scout’s cold stillness mixing with his sweaty body heat.

After dinner, the pair were indeed at it again. CHeavy was in his pajamas this time, a white singlet and long boxers not unlike Scout’s own attire. Scout used the munted fleshlight again, his grip on it a little weaker this time. Cheavy tried to grip Scout’s hair again, but his fingers sunk through to the fleshlight, as though Scout were made of honey.

Scout was absolutely determined to make it work regardless, and with a litte help from CHeavy pushing the fleshlight along from the inside, CHeavy was blowing his load down Scout’s throat again. Much to Scout’s disappointment, some of it had fallen through to the floor this time, which CHeavy begrudgingly got up to clean.

CHeavy lay on his side beneath the covers of his bed, letting Scout curl up infront of him halfway through the sheets. Scout didn’t really sleep persay, but was very happy to rest and wait for day in CHeavy’s embrace.

In the morning, CHeavy woke to see Scout standing next to the bed again, holding one of his teeth. He was stacking one hand under the other as the tooth sunk slowly through it, a worried expression on his face.

CHeavy groaned, alerting Scout’s attention. He dropped the tooth and rushed to CHeavy’s side as the man stretched.

“Hey, good morning!! What do you say we go for another round now??” Scout stared at CHeavy, a determined look on his face.

CHeavy scowled. HE was supposed to call the shots here- besides, he’d just woken up. He was barely ready to do anything before his first cup of coffee- old fart that he was, he could admit it.

Scout hopped from foot to foot, impatient. “C’mon, please?? I’m- I think this might be my last chance, okay??”

CHeavy glared at him, noticing that the young man was indeed looking a little more see-through than last night. “Fine. Better make it quick.”

Scout nodded profusely, hurrying over to the drawer where CHeavy kept the fleshlight. CHeavy groggily stomped over to it, tugging it open and taking the sex toy out. He plopped down onto the edge of the bed and manhandled his limp dick out of his boxers. Scout snatched the fleshlight, grappling with it as it kept slipping out of his grip.

With some help from CHeavy, Scout was able to position the toy in his mouth like usual, but it didn’t align as nicely as it had yesterday. Scout shoved his mouth down around CHeavy’s cock, drawing a sharp intake of breath from the man.

CHeavy watched Scout desperately bob back and forth, having little influence on either the fleshlight or CHeavy’s cock. Whats more, he was definitely looking more transparent by the second. “Kid. I don’t think you’re gonna be strong enough for this.”

Scout ignored him, not making eye contact as he worked even harder to get the piece of plastic going. CHeavy frowned, not used to Scout ignoring him like this. He grabbed the fleshlight through Scout’s jaw, startling the young man. Cheavy’s hand began pumping up and down himself, as Scout followed the rythym with his mouth. CHeavy couldn’t feel Scout’s throat at all anymore, but it didn’t seem to discourage Scout whatsoever.

CHeavy threw his head back, gritting his teeth and pumping with increasing speed. He was going over the edge before long, cum spurting out the otherside of the fleshlight. CHeavy huffed with annoyance as he heard his load hit the floor- right, the hole in the back of the stupid piece of plastic. He would have to mop this floor properly at some point.

CHeavy looked down at himself. Scout was gone, having faded away for good. CHeavy blinked at the space where Scout had been, silently hoping that the kid was in a better place now. As for himself, he had work to do.

He sighed and stood up, groggier than ever, and started getting ready for the day.