“.. Blorp.”

emotionally-defeated-mimic

[Mimic doesn't remember the last time they had something to eat. Perhaps that was what caused them to leave the comfort of their small garden in favor of quietly strolling through the RED base walls.]

[They held a kettle in one gloved hand, balancing three tea cups in the other. Their steps were slow and soft, softened by the bottom of their boots which were intended for stealth.]

[Their eyes were downcast as they turned the corner, stepping down the hallway that opened into the kitchen. Maneuvering the items they held as they lifted their eyes up to make sure they didn't bump into anything, or anyone for that matter, as they stepped into the kitchen.]

(- @emotionally-defeated-mimic )-

The Alien froze in surprise like a deer in headlights, dropping one of Demo’s Scrumpy bottles. Glass shards scattering across the kitchen floor.

Hearing the glass bottle shatter made the Alien’s crooked antennas twitch.

It slowly faced Mimic. The Alien’s shoulders were still raised, but eventually the Alien loosened up.

It studied the human who walked in on it stealing from the freezer.

[They were equally startled, jumping a little as they locked onto the creature in the kitchen. One thing was for sure, they will almost never get used to seeing odd stuff in this work field. They didn't make a sound as they glanced down at the scattered glass, their eyes covered by thick tufts of hair, and yet all visible to them.]

"Um... do you need help cleaning that up?" [They finally managed to murmur. Staring down the red creature like it would attack them any second. They made their way into the kitchen, placing down their kettle beside the sink and placing the cups down gently with a soft clink.]

[At first, they couldn't make the connection between the creature and a coworker named Heavy. They were more focused on not breaking their precious glass the way the creature had broken one of Demo's Scrumpy. When they were certain their glass wasn't in danger, they turned their head to stare at the creature.]

[Their brows furrowed in confusion for a split second, their mind seeming to make the connection of their coworker and the creature in front of them and they seem to worry about whether or not it's a similar incident to Soldier with honey.] "Heavy is that you?" [The question comes out hesitantly, as if Mimic wasn't sure it was him]

#communication device #emotionally defeated mimic #tf2 askblog #tf2 ask blog

The Alien made a grumbling noise as a defense mechanism, though its grumbling died down as it calmed down.

“.. Gwarp.”

Maybe one day it would find someone that could speak its language, but today was not the day. Though it was quite unsure if this person was human, the alien couldn’t spot their eyes.

A baseball rolls over beside the Seafarer. The baseball was familiar, seemed like it belonged to Scout’s.

Though the baseball was covered in a sticky substance, fortunately it wasn’t blood but something else .. ?

[He'd look down at the baseball, confused as he silently stared at it for a few moments before gently picking it up. His fingers would touch the parts of the baseball that isnt splotched with the weird red substance.]

[He'd carefully analyze the substance, clearly it wasn't blood since It wasn't dry and wasn't staining the material the baseball was made of.]

"Hmm.. It looks a lot like strawberry jam... Or maybe It probably IS strawberry jam...? But why is it here though...."

[He'd suspect this could be one of Scout's (@thescoutgaymer ) silly little stuff, starting to walk around and find him as he held onto the ball.]

"Hey, Scout!! This yours?.."

thescoutgaymer

*I was walking by before he called out to me. I took one of my hands out of my pocket to take my headphones off.*

Hm? Uhh.. that might be mine...

*I stared for a moment while examining the baseball, before noticing the red stuff.*

Say, what's that now?

*I got closer and pointed to it, making sure not to touch it.*

[He'd shrug his shoulders.]

"Dunno either... I thought you put strawberry jam on that but it sounds like you didn't.. I wonder what It could be."

thescoutgaymer

*I let out a slight snicker before giving him a smirk.*

Why would I put strawberry jam on ma ball? It serves no purpose.

*I glanced over back at the ball.*

With tha stuff I've seen workin' for Mann Co. so far, I wouldn't touch that.

*I let out a slight huff as I backed away from the ball, crossing my arms. Suddenly I glanced back at him with a slight smile.*

Say, I think Med would be down ta inspect it. Whaddya think?

[He'd look at the ball again before looking back at him.]

"Sure thing. I feel like he probably knows what the heck is this substance..."

thescoutgaymer

Alrighty then! I'll give it ta him.

*I began to whistle as I yanked the ball away from him while still doing my best to avoid the sticky substance.*

#scout's chats #seafarer interaction #Gnarp gnap gworp #tf2 #rp blog

Mad. Angered. FURIOUS EVEN !!!!!!! The Alien will plot its revenge to take its circular object back soon ..

@thescoutgaymer @seashell-on-the-sand

(sorry for not replying to this sooner, I’m in a silly mood today !! Stay tuned for what the Alien is plotting against the 2 >:-D)

A baseball rolls over beside the Seafarer. The baseball was familiar, seemed like it belonged to Scout’s.

Though the baseball was covered in a sticky substance, fortunately it wasn’t blood but something else .. ?

[He'd look down at the baseball, confused as he silently stared at it for a few moments before gently picking it up. His fingers would touch the parts of the baseball that isnt splotched with the weird red substance.]

[He'd carefully analyze the substance, clearly it wasn't blood since It wasn't dry and wasn't staining the material the baseball was made of.]

"Hmm.. It looks a lot like strawberry jam... Or maybe It probably IS strawberry jam...? But why is it here though...."

[He'd suspect this could be one of Scout's (@thescoutgaymer ) silly little stuff, starting to walk around and find him as he held onto the ball.]

"Hey, Scout!! This yours?.."

#the seafarer #Gnarp gnap gworp #Seafarer interaction

While the Seafarer searched for Scout, the Alien on the other hand would be trying to find the baseball that slipped out of his gloves.

A few steps away from the Seafarer would be a large pile of scrap.

The Alien would be searching for the ball behind the pile of rusted metal, cardboard boxes, and other rubbish. Its crooked antennas would be poking out from behind the garbage, wiggling around as the Alien continued to dig through the scraps.

(i got so excited when i found your blog because i genuinely love filipino tf2 blogs WOOHOO))

[Mimic doesn't remember the last time they had something to eat. Perhaps that was what caused them to leave the comfort of their small garden in favor of quietly strolling through the RED base walls.]

[They held a kettle in one gloved hand, balancing three tea cups in the other. Their steps were slow and soft, softened by the bottom of their boots which were intended for stealth.]

[Their eyes were downcast as they turned the corner, stepping down the hallway that opened into the kitchen. Maneuvering the items they held as they lifted their eyes up to make sure they didn't bump into anything, or anyone for that matter, as they stepped into the kitchen.]

(- @emotionally-defeated-mimic )-

The Alien froze in surprise like a deer in headlights, dropping one of Demo’s Scrumpy bottles. Glass shards scattering across the kitchen floor.

Hearing the glass bottle shatter made the Alien’s crooked antennas twitch.

It slowly faced Mimic. The Alien’s shoulders were still raised, but eventually the Alien loosened up.

It studied the human who walked in on it stealing from the freezer.

#communication device #xyz mercs #tf2 heavy #heavy tf2 #tf2 askblog #tf2 ask blog #tf2

The Alien missed the way things were before.

It missed its weapons it cherished. It missed battling against the enemy team. But what it mostly grieved over was its teammates.

It admits, it despised the shenanigans that happened everyday, especially from Scoug. However, in its current situation, it didn’t like how quiet its surroundings was.

It was used to some of his teammates roughhousing in the base. It was used to hearing stupid arguments in the base. It was used to the dumb battlefield ideas his team agreed on that surprisingly worked.

But, now it was pure silence.

The Alien wished things were the way they were before now.

Sometimes, it wonders if its teammates are still out there. Maybe they’re all safe and sound, hopefully.

#i don’t think you guys can take this seriously with the alien names and I can’t too LMFAO #tf2 heavy #heavy tf2 #gnarp gnap gworp #tf2 askblog #tf2 ask blog #xyz mercs #tf2

emotionally-confused-alienheavy

At last, Meaby arrives to someplace where it could rest just for a bit. It leans against the kitchen counter, glancing around its surroundings in a slight panicked manner. Realizing it was finally safe and sound, for now.

Meaby lets out a muffled sigh, before noticing the fridge which was bedazzled in Pyro’s drawings, kitchen magnets that spelled out “MAGGOTS” and an angry letter from the Engineer. It gets back on its feet, slowly approaching the fridge with caution. It pulls the freezer door open in a flash. The freezer’s lights blinding Meaby, for a few seconds of course. Meaby examines the selections of food and other junk in the freezer. Tilting its head in curiosity like an animal, it reaches into the freezer, pulling out a sandwich. Meaby’s pitch-dark eyes lit up like the sky on the 4th of July, before immediately shoving the sandwich into its non-existent mouth. The familiar welcoming taste of the sandwich comforted the alien, bringing it at ease. It shoves its hand back into the freezer once more, pulling out a bottle of Scrumpy. It studies the bottle of cider before sticking the Scrumpy onto its own fuzzy and slimy skin like glue.

[There's a banging in the vents, at first, the burglar watching out first of curiosity, then confusion, her eyes wide. She sticks her head out of the vent. She's holding.. um.. handfuls of loose screws. She stuffs them in her pocket, and continues to stare down at the Alien Heavy, wide-eyed, silent. Did something happen to heavy?? Is this some other guy?? Did medic make him? Did Engie?? She has so many questions. Is this guy even friendly? Well, he is red, at least.. but.. until he says anything, she's not moving, ready to scramble if she needs to.. ]

The Alien stared at the Burglar, not taking its soulless eyes off of her. Whatever the strange “creature” was, the Alien was prepared to defend itself .. if the Burger did put up a fight. The staring contest continued before the Alien spoke in what seemed to be its language, trying to communicate with the Burglar.

“Gleep gnorp blerp.”

[The Burglar steps down, trying to face it head on, without fear. It's odd. She looks confused. Even more at what it's trying to tell her than what, exactly, it is.. she's been in practically every country on earth, but she's never heard a language like this before..]

"Uh, Heavy? Can you.. repeat that, please..? What happened to you?"

[She still doesn't quite get the memo that this isn't heavy - or some clone of him; or even that he's an alien. She's about the worst introduction to humanity that you can have, too. Big, scary eyes, elusive demeanor.. it's quite a lot to take in at once.]

The Alien was now sure that this was no Alien, rather something he was familiar with. He was familiar with how they spoke but didn’t speak their language. Its expression changed, seemingly disappointed that he had no way of having proper communication with the human. It looked down, trying to think of a solution, a possible answer.

While the Alien brainstormed for an idea, its crooked antennas would twitch.

"Oh!"

[The thief pulls out a notebook from her back pocket, one with several notes in a different handwriting. She scribbles something down. A picture of the Heavy - well, who's significantly less slimy and more human than the one in front of her. She draws an arrow - as if to signify a process, then draws Meaby in red on the right. She's not.. the best artist.. ]

The Alien patiently waited, clueless of what the Human was doing. After seeing the finished result, Meaby would study the picture for a few minutes before taking the notebook from her.

After taking a better look at the picture, Meaby gave it back to the Burglar, shaking his head.

Meaby would point at the doodle of Heavy, curious about him.

[She seems surprised... and suspicious. If this isn't heavy, then who.. well.. was this guy? she'd move to the countertop, shuffling through various drawings from pyro, admin notices, and prescriptions in Medic's all-but-unintelligible doctor's notes to find an old, slightly dusty picture. On the bottom, it reads, in cursive, "WORLD'S WORST TEAM." With, well, exactly that pictured. She points to Heavy, who's near the front, trying to mimick out a few motions, one of shooting his absurdly large gun, and punching some invisible adversary..]

#burglary ! dialogues #Gnarp Gnap Gworp

The actions that the Burglar tried to mimic seemed a little familiar, but the Alien just couldn’t tell what it was. It shook its head, not understanding what the Burglar was trying to say.

This wasn’t going smoothly for the both of them. Suddenly, the Alien’s eyes light up. The Alien reaches for something on his back, pulling out a soggy piece of paper that was drenched in his goop. It would show her a drawing he had drawn himself before thanks to an Anon.

The drawing seemed to resemble nine poorly drawn figures. One of which was the Alien with some sort of weapon. The other figures looked slightly similar to the mercenaries.

I have noticed you taking things for yourself. Care to share what you currently have on you?

“Gwarp.”

#Scout’s baseball that was launched into space #half eaten sandvich #And scrumpy #yummy #xyz mercs #tf2 askblog #tf2 ask blog #tf2 heavy #heavy tf2 #tf2 #communication device

Rabbit Anon regrets what they did now that they'll have to bathe their son

The Alien tries to help separate the Rabbit’s son from its sticky body, trying not to hurt the rabbit during the process.

This took 76 hours /j

#xyz mercs #tf2 askblog #tf2 ask blog #rabbit anon #tf2 heavy #heavy tf2 #tf2 #communication device

emotionally-confused-alienheavy

At last, Meaby arrives to someplace where it could rest just for a bit. It leans against the kitchen counter, glancing around its surroundings in a slight panicked manner. Realizing it was finally safe and sound, for now.

Meaby lets out a muffled sigh, before noticing the fridge which was bedazzled in Pyro’s drawings, kitchen magnets that spelled out “MAGGOTS” and an angry letter from the Engineer. It gets back on its feet, slowly approaching the fridge with caution. It pulls the freezer door open in a flash. The freezer’s lights blinding Meaby, for a few seconds of course. Meaby examines the selections of food and other junk in the freezer. Tilting its head in curiosity like an animal, it reaches into the freezer, pulling out a sandwich. Meaby’s pitch-dark eyes lit up like the sky on the 4th of July, before immediately shoving the sandwich into its non-existent mouth. The familiar welcoming taste of the sandwich comforted the alien, bringing it at ease. It shoves its hand back into the freezer once more, pulling out a bottle of Scrumpy. It studies the bottle of cider before sticking the Scrumpy onto its own fuzzy and slimy skin like glue.

[There's a banging in the vents, at first, the burglar watching out first of curiosity, then confusion, her eyes wide. She sticks her head out of the vent. She's holding.. um.. handfuls of loose screws. She stuffs them in her pocket, and continues to stare down at the Alien Heavy, wide-eyed, silent. Did something happen to heavy?? Is this some other guy?? Did medic make him? Did Engie?? She has so many questions. Is this guy even friendly? Well, he is red, at least.. but.. until he says anything, she's not moving, ready to scramble if she needs to.. ]

The Alien stared at the Burglar, not taking its soulless eyes off of her. Whatever the strange “creature” was, the Alien was prepared to defend itself .. if the Burger did put up a fight. The staring contest continued before the Alien spoke in what seemed to be its language, trying to communicate with the Burglar.

“Gleep gnorp blerp.”

[The Burglar steps down, trying to face it head on, without fear. It's odd. She looks confused. Even more at what it's trying to tell her than what, exactly, it is.. she's been in practically every country on earth, but she's never heard a language like this before..]

"Uh, Heavy? Can you.. repeat that, please..? What happened to you?"

[She still doesn't quite get the memo that this isn't heavy - or some clone of him; or even that he's an alien. She's about the worst introduction to humanity that you can have, too. Big, scary eyes, elusive demeanor.. it's quite a lot to take in at once.]

The Alien was now sure that this was no Alien, rather something he was familiar with. He was familiar with how they spoke but didn’t speak their language. Its expression changed, seemingly disappointed that he had no way of having proper communication with the human. It looked down, trying to think of a solution, a possible answer.

While the Alien brainstormed for an idea, its crooked antennas would twitch.

"Oh!"

[The thief pulls out a notebook from her back pocket, one with several notes in a different handwriting. She scribbles something down. A picture of the Heavy - well, who's significantly less slimy and more human than the one in front of her. She draws an arrow - as if to signify a process, then draws Meaby in red on the right. She's not.. the best artist.. ]