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Sergeant walked slowly, wincing and clutching his bleeding side of his abdomen. That damned Doctor just HAD to target him specifically... didn't he?

It wasn't a big deal right now... all he wanted was to get to Polite Spy as soon as possible-

"GNK!-"

Sergeant grunted as a sharp pain went through him, cursing under his breath in German. He was right here... he...

Was...

Thunk!

Sergeant collapsed onto the ground from pain, his breathing shallow but still there... Just barely.

- (( @blu-sergeant ))

Footsteps.

That’s all that sergeant could hear as he laid on the ground. They were approaching, at first slow, but then they started to rapidly approach faster and faster as a voice started calling out to him.

“SERGEANT!”

It was Polite. He quickly kneeled down next to the injured man, taking his face in his hands.

“My friend! What on earth has happened?! Are you alright? Are you in need of medical attention?”

Polite started to take a look at the man’s wound. It was bad.

Sergeant groaned softly, trying his best to properly look at Polite but his vision was blurred. He could only murmur out the words...

"He... did this... to... me..."

—before falling limp.

It was The Doctor who did it.

Polite froze for a moment at the mere mention of that name. He was filled with absolute dread, and horror. He didn't know what to do in that very moment as he held onto Sergeant.

"Sergeant- Sergeant no! Sergeant please! Wake up! I need you- I need you to tell me!"

He shook the man a little, trying to get him to hang onto life. Polite's breathing sped up as he looked around, trying to find anyone, anything to help him.

Polite couldn't help him. He needed to be asked.

"Please...ask me to help you."

"... Hnn... he...- help..."

Sergeant used the last remaining breath to whisper out that word, it was barely audible but still there.

HELP REQUESTED!

Polite immediately sprung into action, lifting the man up into his arms, ready to rush off with him to the nearest clinic-

…he heard rustling.

‹‹‹‹ wow this bitch really just in the bushes? The fellow freak stepped out from a fucking bush, clearly his throat and dusting a few Leaves off; acting WAY to proud of himself as his 3 stupid idiot dumb henchmen popping out of the bush behind them. Two of which beaming with pride as their father— BOSS spoke

“ℍ𝔼𝕃𝕃𝕆 𝔸𝔾𝔸𝕀ℕ 𝔻𝔸ℝ𝕃𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕀 𝕊𝔼𝔼 𝕐𝕆𝕌𝕍𝔼 𝔾𝕆𝕋 𝕄𝕐 𝕃𝕀𝕋𝕋𝕃𝔼..𝕄𝔼𝕊𝕊𝔸𝔾𝔼 𝕁𝔸?”

‹The doctor beamed with a stepped forward, tapping a Syringe against their palm and stopping in front of the two

“𝕆ℍ, 𝕄𝔼𝕀ℕ𝔼 𝕃𝕀𝔼𝔹𝔼 𝕂𝕃𝔼𝕀ℕ𝔼 𝔻𝔸𝕀𝕊𝕐...”

Out of pure terror, Polite was immediately snapped out of his Help Requested state. He stumbled a little, struggling to keep his balance before he secured his arms around the wounded man he held.

“You terrible médecin! I do not know what kind of sick message this is, but I cannot stand for it.”

“You may keep seeking after me, you can keep following me, trying to beckon me back into your liar of distrust and betrayal.”

“But keep my ami’s out of it. They do not deserve any of the cruelty you possess.”

He glared at The Doctor, although it faltered a little due to the obvious nervousness he was showing in his body language. He may not be able to help Sergeant now, but he would make sure that The Doctor would not cause more harm.

‹ The Freak snorted and twirled the syringe in their grasp, tilting their head to muse at the two.

″𝕄𝔼? ℂℝ𝕌𝔼𝕃...? 𝕊𝕀ℂ𝕂?? ℕ𝕆𝕎 ℕ𝕆𝕎 𝕄𝕐 𝔻𝔸ℝ𝕃𝕀ℕ𝔾… 𝕋ℍ𝔸𝕋 𝕀𝕊ℕ𝕋 𝕍𝔼ℝ𝕐... ℙ𝕆𝕃𝕀𝕋𝔼 𝕆𝔽 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕋𝕆 𝕊𝔸𝕐 ℕ𝕆𝕎 𝕀𝕊 𝕀𝕋?‶

‹ He stepped up to actually get close enough to flick Polites Hat, Jesus the audacity this BITCH Guy had is astounding

"𝙷𝙰𝙷! 𝙸 𝚃𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙺𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺- 𝙾𝚆-!"

‹‹ one of the minions exclaimed proudly, cupping their face before promptly getting smacked by the doctor.

" 𝕊ℍ𝕌𝕋 𝕌ℙ! 𝕀𝕄 𝕋𝔸𝕃𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾 ℝ𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋 ℕ𝕆𝕎!"

Polite flinched a little as The Doctor flicked at his hat, but almost immediately shoved him away. He didn’t want him anywhere near him. Or Sergeant.

“You have absolutely no right to tell me what is and isn’t polite, you monstre.”

“I will not let you fool me once more! I will not let you do this again!”

“Just look at how you treat your minions.”

He snarled in disgust.

“You are to leave at once. I need to get my friend help. You are only delaying me!”

Sergeant's eyes opened for a brief moment, seeing Polite, HIM. And his minions... before closing again, he's gonna be dead at this point if Polite keeps arguing with his ex husband. or- something...

#guess eho. forgot?? mee!! i did!!))#tf2 #ask blog #dr steal yo my ex whos yo man and make hom my man #the doctor ff2 #ff2 rp blog #the doctor freak fortress #hes SO FUCKING MEAN #why does he call people fat? hes projecting #hes chubby too #hes just ashamed #(someone should dix that))#make him not Ahsamedimean...))#km rambling again mybad)

‹the doctor scoffs at polites rudeness— watching the seargents eyes open, little bastard, he was still alive? Well that wouldn't do now would it?

“𝔸ℍℍ.. 𝔸𝕃𝕃𝕆𝕎 𝕄𝔼 𝕋𝕆𝕆...”

‹They grabbed seargents away from polites arms. With a very forced shove, yeesh. Are you trying to bruise him or take him back jackass?

“ℍ𝕆𝕆ℍ! 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ𝔼 ℚ𝕌𝕀𝕋𝔼 ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕍𝕐 𝔸ℝ𝔼ℕ'𝕋 𝕐𝕆𝕌? 𝕄𝔸𝕐𝔹𝔼 𝕋ℝ𝕐 𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼 𝕄𝕆ℝ𝔼 𝔼𝕏𝔼ℝℂ𝕀𝕊𝔼.. ℕ𝕆𝕎.. 𝔻𝔸ℝ𝕃𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝔻𝔼𝔸ℝ...”

‹he turned again, addressing polite as he held the dying Seargent.

“𝕀𝔽 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕎𝔸ℕ𝕋 𝕋𝕆.. ℍ𝔼𝕃ℙ.. 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝕃𝕀𝕋𝕋𝕃𝔼 𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻 ℍ𝔼ℝ𝔼 𝕋ℍ𝔼ℕ 𝕎𝔼 ℂ𝔸ℕ 𝕄𝔸𝕂𝔼 𝔸ℍ.. 𝔸 𝕃𝕀𝕋𝕋𝕃𝔼 𝔻𝔼𝔸𝕃! 𝔻𝕆ℕ'𝕋 𝕎𝕆ℝℝ𝕐.. 𝕀 ℙℝ𝕆𝕄𝕀𝕊𝔼 ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝕋𝕆 𝕂𝕀𝕃𝕃 ℍ𝕀𝕄.”

‹He dangled the promise of aid out like a worm on a hook— a trap no doubt, but is there really anything else to grab onto? Anything else that polite. Could do to save Seargent? With this.. This unknown thing he did to make Seargent so close to death?

Sergeant walked slowly, wincing and clutching his bleeding side of his abdomen. That damned Doctor just HAD to target him specifically... didn't he?

It wasn't a big deal right now... all he wanted was to get to Polite Spy as soon as possible-

"GNK!-"

Sergeant grunted as a sharp pain went through him, cursing under his breath in German. He was right here... he...

Was...

Thunk!

Sergeant collapsed onto the ground from pain, his breathing shallow but still there... Just barely.

- (( @blu-sergeant ))

Footsteps.

That’s all that sergeant could hear as he laid on the ground. They were approaching, at first slow, but then they started to rapidly approach faster and faster as a voice started calling out to him.

“SERGEANT!”

It was Polite. He quickly kneeled down next to the injured man, taking his face in his hands.

“My friend! What on earth has happened?! Are you alright? Are you in need of medical attention?”

Polite started to take a look at the man’s wound. It was bad.

Sergeant groaned softly, trying his best to properly look at Polite but his vision was blurred. He could only murmur out the words...

"He... did this... to... me..."

—before falling limp.

It was The Doctor who did it.

Polite froze for a moment at the mere mention of that name. He was filled with absolute dread, and horror. He didn't know what to do in that very moment as he held onto Sergeant.

"Sergeant- Sergeant no! Sergeant please! Wake up! I need you- I need you to tell me!"

He shook the man a little, trying to get him to hang onto life. Polite's breathing sped up as he looked around, trying to find anyone, anything to help him.

Polite couldn't help him. He needed to be asked.

"Please...ask me to help you."

"... Hnn... he...- help..."

Sergeant used the last remaining breath to whisper out that word, it was barely audible but still there.

HELP REQUESTED!

Polite immediately sprung into action, lifting the man up into his arms, ready to rush off with him to the nearest clinic-

…he heard rustling.

‹‹‹‹ wow this bitch really just in the bushes? The fellow freak stepped out from a fucking bush, clearly his throat and dusting a few Leaves off; acting WAY to proud of himself as his 3 stupid idiot dumb henchmen popping out of the bush behind them. Two of which beaming with pride as their father— BOSS spoke

“ℍ𝔼𝕃𝕃𝕆 𝔸𝔾𝔸𝕀ℕ 𝔻𝔸ℝ𝕃𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕀 𝕊𝔼𝔼 𝕐𝕆𝕌𝕍𝔼 𝔾𝕆𝕋 𝕄𝕐 𝕃𝕀𝕋𝕋𝕃𝔼..𝕄𝔼𝕊𝕊𝔸𝔾𝔼 𝕁𝔸?”

‹The doctor beamed with a stepped forward, tapping a Syringe against their palm and stopping in front of the two

“𝕆ℍ, 𝕄𝔼𝕀ℕ𝔼 𝕃𝕀𝔼𝔹𝔼 𝕂𝕃𝔼𝕀ℕ𝔼 𝔻𝔸𝕀𝕊𝕐...”

Out of pure terror, Polite was immediately snapped out of his Help Requested state. He stumbled a little, struggling to keep his balance before he secured his arms around the wounded man he held.

“You terrible médecin! I do not know what kind of sick message this is, but I cannot stand for it.”

“You may keep seeking after me, you can keep following me, trying to beckon me back into your liar of distrust and betrayal.”

“But keep my ami’s out of it. They do not deserve any of the cruelty you possess.”

He glared at The Doctor, although it faltered a little due to the obvious nervousness he was showing in his body language. He may not be able to help Sergeant now, but he would make sure that The Doctor would not cause more harm.

#ignroe the sudden cahnge of spelling im going on PC to do this 😛#🌼my favorite specimen🌼#🪼what a good specimen you are🧟‍#ff2 rp blog

‹ The Freak snorted and twirled the syringe in their grasp, tilting their head to muse at the two.

″𝕄𝔼? ℂℝ𝕌𝔼𝕃...? 𝕊𝕀ℂ𝕂?? ℕ𝕆𝕎 ℕ𝕆𝕎 𝕄𝕐 𝔻𝔸ℝ𝕃𝕀ℕ𝔾… 𝕋ℍ𝔸𝕋 𝕀𝕊ℕ𝕋 𝕍𝔼ℝ𝕐... ℙ𝕆𝕃𝕀𝕋𝔼 𝕆𝔽 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕋𝕆 𝕊𝔸𝕐 ℕ𝕆𝕎 𝕀𝕊 𝕀𝕋?‶

‹ He stepped up to actually get close enough to flick Polites Hat, Jesus the audacity this BITCH Guy had is astounding

"𝙷𝙰𝙷! 𝙸 𝚃𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙺𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺- 𝙾𝚆-!"

‹‹ one of the minions exclaimed proudly, cupping their face before promptly getting smacked by the doctor.

" 𝕊ℍ𝕌𝕋 𝕌ℙ! 𝕀𝕄 𝕋𝔸𝕃𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾 ℝ𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋 ℕ𝕆𝕎!"

Sergeant walked slowly, wincing and clutching his bleeding side of his abdomen. That damned Doctor just HAD to target him specifically... didn't he?

It wasn't a big deal right now... all he wanted was to get to Polite Spy as soon as possible-

"GNK!-"

Sergeant grunted as a sharp pain went through him, cursing under his breath in German. He was right here... he...

Was...

Thunk!

Sergeant collapsed onto the ground from pain, his breathing shallow but still there... Just barely.

- (( @blu-sergeant ))

Footsteps.

That’s all that sergeant could hear as he laid on the ground. They were approaching, at first slow, but then they started to rapidly approach faster and faster as a voice started calling out to him.

“SERGEANT!”

It was Polite. He quickly kneeled down next to the injured man, taking his face in his hands.

“My friend! What on earth has happened?! Are you alright? Are you in need of medical attention?”

Polite started to take a look at the man’s wound. It was bad.

Sergeant groaned softly, trying his best to properly look at Polite but his vision was blurred. He could only murmur out the words...

"He... did this... to... me..."

—before falling limp.

It was The Doctor who did it.

Polite froze for a moment at the mere mention of that name. He was filled with absolute dread, and horror. He didn't know what to do in that very moment as he held onto Sergeant.

"Sergeant- Sergeant no! Sergeant please! Wake up! I need you- I need you to tell me!"

He shook the man a little, trying to get him to hang onto life. Polite's breathing sped up as he looked around, trying to find anyone, anything to help him.

Polite couldn't help him. He needed to be asked.

"Please...ask me to help you."

"... Hnn... he...- help..."

Sergeant used the last remaining breath to whisper out that word, it was barely audible but still there.

HELP REQUESTED!

Polite immediately sprung into action, lifting the man up into his arms, ready to rush off with him to the nearest clinic-

…he heard rustling.

#cracks neck.. heya baddies!!!!#today in this episode were getting my husband back and making him void the divorce papers!!))#🌼my favorite specimen🌼#🩵the doctors appointment💉

‹‹‹‹ wow this bitch really just in the bushes? The fellow freak stepped out from a fucking bush, clearly his throat and dusting a few Leaves off; acting WAY to proud of himself as his 3 stupid idiot dumb henchmen popping out of the bush behind them. Two of which beaming with pride as their father— BOSS spoke

“ℍ𝔼𝕃𝕃𝕆 𝔸𝔾𝔸𝕀ℕ 𝔻𝔸ℝ𝕃𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕀 𝕊𝔼𝔼 𝕐𝕆𝕌𝕍𝔼 𝔾𝕆𝕋 𝕄𝕐 𝕃𝕀𝕋𝕋𝕃𝔼..𝕄𝔼𝕊𝕊𝔸𝔾𝔼 𝕁𝔸?”

‹The doctor beamed with a stepped forward, tapping a Syringe against their palm and stopping in front of the two

“𝕆ℍ, 𝕄𝔼𝕀ℕ𝔼 𝕃𝕀𝔼𝔹𝔼 𝕂𝕃𝔼𝕀ℕ𝔼 𝔻𝔸𝕀𝕊𝕐...”

( :̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

“oi.. 𝙷𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚞𝚜!”

“sʜʜʜʜʜ ɴᴏɴ! ʙᴇ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ.. ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇ ᴜs.. ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴡᴇ sᴛᴀʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ..!”

‹‹‹there's been.. Very audible whispers coming from One large tree that WASN'T in the garden before.. It's been moved around a few feet too.. Everryy time polite turns his back it steps up a few inches before settling back down. It's very obvious that it's NOT just a tree. Like. Youd have to be soldier levels of smart to think it's just a regular tree (sorry sal. But yeah. Youd fall for this.) Anyways.. It's about.. What, the EIGHTH time the tree has sneaked up on however this time a very familiar looking spy had popped it's head out! Oh! It was gentlesp— BZZZTT WRONG!! Sorry, it was a MINION, that LOOKED like gentlespy... Pulling out a pair of binoculars even though they're only.. What, 20 feet away? And watching Polite.

“ᴍᴍʜʜʜ.. ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴇʏᴇs..”

“𝑦𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠? 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑤 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛??"

“ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴠɪsᴜᴀʟ. ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏᴏʟ!”

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@ipromisenottokillyou

It had been a regular day for Polite. He had been tending to his garden as usual, watering his flowers and making sure to pluck out any weeds that he had seen sprouting.

All was well until he had heard the shuffle of what sounded like a group of people trying to disguise themselves in some sort of makeshift tree. Polite wasn’t stupid. He knew that there was people watching him from afar, but he didn’t really do anything to stop them or to interfere with whatever they were doing. In fact, he found it rather amusing.

“I know you are there.”

He chuckled a little. Letting the 3 know that he knew of their presence, he hadn’t turned to look at the tree though, as he was busy yanking out a particularly stubborn weed.

“May you tell me what you are doing? You have been sneaking up on me for the past 20 minutes.”

“𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢! 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎!”

“𝑆ℎℎ! 𝑆ℎℎℎℎ! 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑢𝑠 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜! 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒! 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎' 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠!”

“ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ! sʜᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ! ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ғɪx ᴛʜɪs!”

‹‹‹ there was a momentary ruffle of leaves before the three hid back behind the tree, and one of the minions poked back out

“ᴀʜᴇᴍ.. ᴡᴇ.. ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ..”

‹‹‹ they immediately ducked back down into the foliage to hide, a few snickers coming from the other two minions as the Main shushed them.

“Really? Then who did I just hear?”

Polite got up from the ground before dusting himself off, turning to look at the tree.

He silently approached the 3 of them, his footsteps were quiet, barely making a sound on the grass as he moved.

Without warning he suddenly popped up in front of the 3 minions, his usual smile plastered on his face as he stared at them.

“There you are!”

“ᴍᴏɴ ᴅɪᴇᴜ! ʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴜs!”

‹The gentlespy had jolted back, quickly banging on their watch to cloak themselves

“𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚢—!”

‹The weaslecake also popped off with a irregular flash of blue.. leaving the poor Dic allll alone.

“𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑒ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠..!”

‹they hissed out behind them— before turning to face the consequences of their actions......

“.. 𝐸ℎ𝑒ℎ𝑚..”

“My friend, what brought you and your fellow friends to my garden? And most importantly, why were you trying to sneak up on me?”

He stepped toward towards Dic. Even if he had no ill-intent it was still a little threatening. his eyes lacked sparkle, as if there was nothing behind them.

“Do you need something?”

“You could have just asked me if that was the case.”

‹The minon cowared back some, tugging mindlessly at their collar

“𝑎.. 𝐴𝑦𝑒.. 𝑊𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑢ℎ—..”

‹it'd pause, as it's brain struggled to form a explanation, or excuse

“𝑏—𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛...?”

‹it fibbed poorly, looking up at polite with a gaze of a guilty dog being caught going through the trash.

Polite wasn’t an idiot. Not at all. He could tell that the minion was lying, and he knew who they were. He knew who had sent them.

He wouldn’t let them know that he knew, though.

“Bird watching…why, doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“I do imagine you are awfully thirsty after being outside for so long…why don’t you come inside and have a drink? I have some lemonade in the fridge if you’d like some.”

‹ the minion;still cowering blinked or.. Winked?? Idk. They have one eye don't fucking ask me. Dumbly at Polite, putting their hands down from their collar.

“.. 𝑈ℎ.. 𝑌𝑒.. 𝑌𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑡?”

‹it asked shyly, before admitting, a bit quieter;

“.. 𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒...”

“Of course not, you are just curious, no?”

“You can explore my garden if you’d like, while I go and fetch you some lemonade.”

He gave a pat to the minions head before he started to make his way back inside, the sound of a door opening and closing could be heard.

A few minutes later, Polite was walking back outside, lemonade in hand, which had a silly straw in it. Once he had made his way back over to the minion he carefully handed the lemonade to them.

“Here you are, my friend. You are free to ask for more if you so wish.”

‹.In the time it took for polite to get the lemonade, it had already accidently trampled a few flowers (smh shame on you, soupcan.. Shame..) And was still wary of polite.. Buuutt apon seeing the silly straw? Only trustworthy people used silly straws! He gladly accepted the drink.

“𝑎𝑦𝑒.. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠!”

‹They cupped the glass in their paws and took a very loud slurp from the straw, before looking up at polite— not entirely sure on where to take this now.. They may have been caught, but.. They Arent dead, yet.

“.. 𝑆.. 𝑆𝑜 𝑦𝑒 𝑢ℎ.... 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑎𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒— 𝑢𝑠.. 𝐴𝑡 𝑢𝑠.. 𝐹𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛?”

‹it tried to stick with the lie it had before hand while idly tapping the glass nervously

“I promise.”

He gave a pat to the minions head.

He looked up to take a look at his garden, frowning a little at the sight of the trampled flowers. It was alright, though. He could always plant better, more beautiful ones in their place.

“Do you know where your friends went? I’d love to offer them some lemonade too if they are still around…I have plenty to share.”

He took a look around, trying to see if he could spot the other two that had run off.

#redooing rhis sighhhh..#my poor baby #🪼what a good specimen you are🧟‍#🌼my favorite specimen🌼#🩵the doctors appointment💉

“𝑜ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚? 𝑁𝑎𝑒.. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠! 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜'𝑒𝑚..”

‹The minion let out a tired sigh, turning its head to follow polites. Gaze in the distance

“𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑎' 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑒ℎ 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑎𝑡! 𝑆'𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟..”

‹They complained loudly, taking another drink of the lemonade

( :̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

“oi.. 𝙷𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚞𝚜!”

“sʜʜʜʜʜ ɴᴏɴ! ʙᴇ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ.. ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇ ᴜs.. ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴡᴇ sᴛᴀʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ..!”

‹‹‹there's been.. Very audible whispers coming from One large tree that WASN'T in the garden before.. It's been moved around a few feet too.. Everryy time polite turns his back it steps up a few inches before settling back down. It's very obvious that it's NOT just a tree. Like. Youd have to be soldier levels of smart to think it's just a regular tree (sorry sal. But yeah. Youd fall for this.) Anyways.. It's about.. What, the EIGHTH time the tree has sneaked up on however this time a very familiar looking spy had popped it's head out! Oh! It was gentlesp— BZZZTT WRONG!! Sorry, it was a MINION, that LOOKED like gentlespy... Pulling out a pair of binoculars even though they're only.. What, 20 feet away? And watching Polite.

“ᴍᴍʜʜʜ.. ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴇʏᴇs..”

“𝑦𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠? 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑤 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛??"

“ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴠɪsᴜᴀʟ. ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏᴏʟ!”

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@ipromisenottokillyou

It had been a regular day for Polite. He had been tending to his garden as usual, watering his flowers and making sure to pluck out any weeds that he had seen sprouting.

All was well until he had heard the shuffle of what sounded like a group of people trying to disguise themselves in some sort of makeshift tree. Polite wasn’t stupid. He knew that there was people watching him from afar, but he didn’t really do anything to stop them or to interfere with whatever they were doing. In fact, he found it rather amusing.

“I know you are there.”

He chuckled a little. Letting the 3 know that he knew of their presence, he hadn’t turned to look at the tree though, as he was busy yanking out a particularly stubborn weed.

“May you tell me what you are doing? You have been sneaking up on me for the past 20 minutes.”

“𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢! 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎!”

“𝑆ℎℎ! 𝑆ℎℎℎℎ! 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑢𝑠 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜! 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒! 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎' 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠!”

“ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ! sʜᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ! ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ғɪx ᴛʜɪs!”

‹‹‹ there was a momentary ruffle of leaves before the three hid back behind the tree, and one of the minions poked back out

“ᴀʜᴇᴍ.. ᴡᴇ.. ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ..”

‹‹‹ they immediately ducked back down into the foliage to hide, a few snickers coming from the other two minions as the Main shushed them.

“Really? Then who did I just hear?”

Polite got up from the ground before dusting himself off, turning to look at the tree.

He silently approached the 3 of them, his footsteps were quiet, barely making a sound on the grass as he moved.

Without warning he suddenly popped up in front of the 3 minions, his usual smile plastered on his face as he stared at them.

“There you are!”

“ᴍᴏɴ ᴅɪᴇᴜ! ʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴜs!”

‹The gentlespy had jolted back, quickly banging on their watch to cloak themselves

“𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚢—!”

‹The weaslecake also popped off with a irregular flash of blue.. leaving the poor Dic allll alone.

“𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑒ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠..!”

‹they hissed out behind them— before turning to face the consequences of their actions......

“.. 𝐸ℎ𝑒ℎ𝑚..”

“My friend, what brought you and your fellow friends to my garden? And most importantly, why were you trying to sneak up on me?”

He stepped toward towards Dic. Even if he had no ill-intent it was still a little threatening. his eyes lacked sparkle, as if there was nothing behind them.

“Do you need something?”

“You could have just asked me if that was the case.”

‹The minon cowared back some, tugging mindlessly at their collar

“𝑎.. 𝐴𝑦𝑒.. 𝑊𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑢ℎ—..”

‹it'd pause, as it's brain struggled to form a explanation, or excuse

“𝑏—𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛...?”

‹it fibbed poorly, looking up at polite with a gaze of a guilty dog being caught going through the trash.

Polite wasn’t an idiot. Not at all. He could tell that the minion was lying, and he knew who they were. He knew who had sent them.

He wouldn’t let them know that he knew, though.

“Bird watching…why, doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“I do imagine you are awfully thirsty after being outside for so long…why don’t you come inside and have a drink? I have some lemonade in the fridge if you’d like some.”

‹ the minion;still cowering blinked or.. Winked?? Idk. They have one eye don't fucking ask me. Dumbly at Polite, putting their hands down from their collar.

“.. 𝑈ℎ.. 𝑌𝑒.. 𝑌𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑡?”

‹it asked shyly, before admitting, a bit quieter;

“.. 𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒...”

“Of course not, you are just curious, no?”

“You can explore my garden if you’d like, while I go and fetch you some lemonade.”

He gave a pat to the minions head before he started to make his way back inside, the sound of a door opening and closing could be heard.

A few minutes later, Polite was walking back outside, lemonade in hand, which had a silly straw in it. Once he had made his way back over to the minion he carefully handed the lemonade to them.

“Here you are, my friend. You are free to ask for more if you so wish.”

#poor soup is normally the one who takes the brunt of the consequences #cause hes the demo.. rhey think hes stronger than them(hes not really))#poor baby...))#🩵the doctors appointment💉#🪼what a good specimen you are🧟‍#🌼my favorite specimen🌼#the doctor ff2 #ff2 rp blog

‹.In the time it took for polite to get the lemonade, it had already accidently trampled a few flowers (smh shame on you, soupcan.. Shame..) And was still wary of polite.. Buuutt apon seeing the silly straw? Only trustworthy people used silly straws! He gladly accepted the drink.

“𝑎𝑦𝑒.. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠!”

‹They cupped the glass in their paws and took a very loud slurp from the straw, before looking up at polite— not entirely sure on where to take this now.. They may have been caught, but.. They Arent dead, yet.

“.. 𝑆.. 𝑆𝑜 𝑦𝑒 𝑢ℎ.... 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑎𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒— 𝑢𝑠.. 𝐴𝑡 𝑢𝑠.. 𝐹𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛?”

‹it tried to stick with the lie it had before hand while idly tapping the glass nervously

( :̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

“oi.. 𝙷𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚞𝚜!”

“sʜʜʜʜʜ ɴᴏɴ! ʙᴇ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ.. ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇ ᴜs.. ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴡᴇ sᴛᴀʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ..!”

‹‹‹there's been.. Very audible whispers coming from One large tree that WASN'T in the garden before.. It's been moved around a few feet too.. Everryy time polite turns his back it steps up a few inches before settling back down. It's very obvious that it's NOT just a tree. Like. Youd have to be soldier levels of smart to think it's just a regular tree (sorry sal. But yeah. Youd fall for this.) Anyways.. It's about.. What, the EIGHTH time the tree has sneaked up on however this time a very familiar looking spy had popped it's head out! Oh! It was gentlesp— BZZZTT WRONG!! Sorry, it was a MINION, that LOOKED like gentlespy... Pulling out a pair of binoculars even though they're only.. What, 20 feet away? And watching Polite.

“ᴍᴍʜʜʜ.. ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴇʏᴇs..”

“𝑦𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠? 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑤 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛??"

“ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴠɪsᴜᴀʟ. ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏᴏʟ!”

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@ipromisenottokillyou

It had been a regular day for Polite. He had been tending to his garden as usual, watering his flowers and making sure to pluck out any weeds that he had seen sprouting.

All was well until he had heard the shuffle of what sounded like a group of people trying to disguise themselves in some sort of makeshift tree. Polite wasn’t stupid. He knew that there was people watching him from afar, but he didn’t really do anything to stop them or to interfere with whatever they were doing. In fact, he found it rather amusing.

“I know you are there.”

He chuckled a little. Letting the 3 know that he knew of their presence, he hadn’t turned to look at the tree though, as he was busy yanking out a particularly stubborn weed.

“May you tell me what you are doing? You have been sneaking up on me for the past 20 minutes.”

“𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢! 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎!”

“𝑆ℎℎ! 𝑆ℎℎℎℎ! 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑢𝑠 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜! 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒! 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎' 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠!”

“ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ! sʜᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ! ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ғɪx ᴛʜɪs!”

‹‹‹ there was a momentary ruffle of leaves before the three hid back behind the tree, and one of the minions poked back out

“ᴀʜᴇᴍ.. ᴡᴇ.. ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ..”

‹‹‹ they immediately ducked back down into the foliage to hide, a few snickers coming from the other two minions as the Main shushed them.

“Really? Then who did I just hear?”

Polite got up from the ground before dusting himself off, turning to look at the tree.

He silently approached the 3 of them, his footsteps were quiet, barely making a sound on the grass as he moved.

Without warning he suddenly popped up in front of the 3 minions, his usual smile plastered on his face as he stared at them.

“There you are!”

“ᴍᴏɴ ᴅɪᴇᴜ! ʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴜs!”

‹The gentlespy had jolted back, quickly banging on their watch to cloak themselves

“𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚢—!”

‹The weaslecake also popped off with a irregular flash of blue.. leaving the poor Dic allll alone.

“𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑒ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠..!”

‹they hissed out behind them— before turning to face the consequences of their actions......

“.. 𝐸ℎ𝑒ℎ𝑚..”

“My friend, what brought you and your fellow friends to my garden? And most importantly, why were you trying to sneak up on me?”

He stepped toward towards Dic. Even if he had no ill-intent it was still a little threatening. his eyes lacked sparkle, as if there was nothing behind them.

“Do you need something?”

“You could have just asked me if that was the case.”

‹The minon cowared back some, tugging mindlessly at their collar

“𝑎.. 𝐴𝑦𝑒.. 𝑊𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑢ℎ—..”

‹it'd pause, as it's brain struggled to form a explanation, or excuse

“𝑏—𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛...?”

‹it fibbed poorly, looking up at polite with a gaze of a guilty dog being caught going through the trash.

Polite wasn’t an idiot. Not at all. He could tell that the minion was lying, and he knew who they were. He knew who had sent them.

He wouldn’t let them know that he knew, though.

“Bird watching…why, doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“I do imagine you are awfully thirsty after being outside for so long…why don’t you come inside and have a drink? I have some lemonade in the fridge if you’d like some.”

#HES SO 🥹🥹BABY #🩵the doctors appointment💉#the doctor ff2 #ff2 rp blog #freak fortress rp blog #🪼what a good specimen you are🧟‍#🌼my favorite specimen🌼

‹ the minion;still cowering blinked or.. Winked?? Idk. They have one eye don't fucking ask me. Dumbly at Polite, putting their hands down from their collar.

“.. 𝑈ℎ.. 𝑌𝑒.. 𝑌𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑡?”

‹it asked shyly, before admitting, a bit quieter;

“.. 𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒...”

( :̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

“oi.. 𝙷𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚞𝚜!”

“sʜʜʜʜʜ ɴᴏɴ! ʙᴇ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ.. ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇ ᴜs.. ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴡᴇ sᴛᴀʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ..!”

‹‹‹there's been.. Very audible whispers coming from One large tree that WASN'T in the garden before.. It's been moved around a few feet too.. Everryy time polite turns his back it steps up a few inches before settling back down. It's very obvious that it's NOT just a tree. Like. Youd have to be soldier levels of smart to think it's just a regular tree (sorry sal. But yeah. Youd fall for this.) Anyways.. It's about.. What, the EIGHTH time the tree has sneaked up on however this time a very familiar looking spy had popped it's head out! Oh! It was gentlesp— BZZZTT WRONG!! Sorry, it was a MINION, that LOOKED like gentlespy... Pulling out a pair of binoculars even though they're only.. What, 20 feet away? And watching Polite.

“ᴍᴍʜʜʜ.. ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴇʏᴇs..”

“𝑦𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠? 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑤 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛??"

“ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴠɪsᴜᴀʟ. ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏᴏʟ!”

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

@ipromisenottokillyou

It had been a regular day for Polite. He had been tending to his garden as usual, watering his flowers and making sure to pluck out any weeds that he had seen sprouting.

All was well until he had heard the shuffle of what sounded like a group of people trying to disguise themselves in some sort of makeshift tree. Polite wasn’t stupid. He knew that there was people watching him from afar, but he didn’t really do anything to stop them or to interfere with whatever they were doing. In fact, he found it rather amusing.

“I know you are there.”

He chuckled a little. Letting the 3 know that he knew of their presence, he hadn’t turned to look at the tree though, as he was busy yanking out a particularly stubborn weed.

“May you tell me what you are doing? You have been sneaking up on me for the past 20 minutes.”

“𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢! 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎!”

“𝑆ℎℎ! 𝑆ℎℎℎℎ! 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑢𝑠 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜! 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒! 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎' 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠!”

“ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ! sʜᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ! ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ғɪx ᴛʜɪs!”

‹‹‹ there was a momentary ruffle of leaves before the three hid back behind the tree, and one of the minions poked back out

“ᴀʜᴇᴍ.. ᴡᴇ.. ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ..”

‹‹‹ they immediately ducked back down into the foliage to hide, a few snickers coming from the other two minions as the Main shushed them.

“Really? Then who did I just hear?”

Polite got up from the ground before dusting himself off, turning to look at the tree.

He silently approached the 3 of them, his footsteps were quiet, barely making a sound on the grass as he moved.

Without warning he suddenly popped up in front of the 3 minions, his usual smile plastered on his face as he stared at them.

“There you are!”

“ᴍᴏɴ ᴅɪᴇᴜ! ʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴜs!”

‹The gentlespy had jolted back, quickly banging on their watch to cloak themselves

“𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚢—!”

‹The weaslecake also popped off with a irregular flash of blue.. leaving the poor Dic allll alone.

“𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑒ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠..!”

‹they hissed out behind them— before turning to face the consequences of their actions......

“.. 𝐸ℎ𝑒ℎ𝑚..”

“My friend, what brought you and your fellow friends to my garden? And most importantly, why were you trying to sneak up on me?”

He stepped toward towards Dic. Even if he had no ill-intent it was still a little threatening. his eyes lacked sparkle, as if there was nothing behind them.

“Do you need something?”

“You could have just asked me if that was the case.”

#the doctor ff2 #🩵the doctors appointment💉#ff2 rp blog #freak fortress rp blog #🪼what a good specimen you are🧟‍#🌼my favorite specimen🌼#poor poor idiot.. hes so isiot.......))#i love him....))

‹The minon cowared back some, tugging mindlessly at their collar

“𝑎.. 𝐴𝑦𝑒.. 𝑊𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑢ℎ—..”

‹it'd pause, as it's brain struggled to form a explanation, or excuse

“𝑏—𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛...?”

‹it fibbed poorly, looking up at polite with a gaze of a guilty dog being caught going through the trash.

( :̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

“oi.. 𝙷𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚞𝚜!”

“sʜʜʜʜʜ ɴᴏɴ! ʙᴇ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ.. ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇ ᴜs.. ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴡᴇ sᴛᴀʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ..!”

‹‹‹there's been.. Very audible whispers coming from One large tree that WASN'T in the garden before.. It's been moved around a few feet too.. Everryy time polite turns his back it steps up a few inches before settling back down. It's very obvious that it's NOT just a tree. Like. Youd have to be soldier levels of smart to think it's just a regular tree (sorry sal. But yeah. Youd fall for this.) Anyways.. It's about.. What, the EIGHTH time the tree has sneaked up on however this time a very familiar looking spy had popped it's head out! Oh! It was gentlesp— BZZZTT WRONG!! Sorry, it was a MINION, that LOOKED like gentlespy... Pulling out a pair of binoculars even though they're only.. What, 20 feet away? And watching Polite.

“ᴍᴍʜʜʜ.. ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴇʏᴇs..”

“𝑦𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠? 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑤 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛??"

“ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴠɪsᴜᴀʟ. ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏᴏʟ!”

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

@ipromisenottokillyou

It had been a regular day for Polite. He had been tending to his garden as usual, watering his flowers and making sure to pluck out any weeds that he had seen sprouting.

All was well until he had heard the shuffle of what sounded like a group of people trying to disguise themselves in some sort of makeshift tree. Polite wasn’t stupid. He knew that there was people watching him from afar, but he didn’t really do anything to stop them or to interfere with whatever they were doing. In fact, he found it rather amusing.

“I know you are there.”

He chuckled a little. Letting the 3 know that he knew of their presence, he hadn’t turned to look at the tree though, as he was busy yanking out a particularly stubborn weed.

“May you tell me what you are doing? You have been sneaking up on me for the past 20 minutes.”

“𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢! 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎!”

“𝑆ℎℎ! 𝑆ℎℎℎℎ! 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑢𝑠 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜! 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒! 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎' 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠!”

“ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ! sʜᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ! ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ғɪx ᴛʜɪs!”

‹‹‹ there was a momentary ruffle of leaves before the three hid back behind the tree, and one of the minions poked back out

“ᴀʜᴇᴍ.. ᴡᴇ.. ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ..”

‹‹‹ they immediately ducked back down into the foliage to hide, a few snickers coming from the other two minions as the Main shushed them.

“Really? Then who did I just hear?”

Polite got up from the ground before dusting himself off, turning to look at the tree.

He silently approached the 3 of them, his footsteps were quiet, barely making a sound on the grass as he moved.

Without warning he suddenly popped up in front of the 3 minions, his usual smile plastered on his face as he stared at them.

“There you are!”

#FUUUUCCKM i forgot to do this FUUUCCKK))#🌼my favorite specimen🌼#🪼what a good specimen you are🧟‍#🩵the doctors appointment💉#the doctor freak fortress #freak fortress rp blog #poor soupcab.... hebs fucked.))

“ᴍᴏɴ ᴅɪᴇᴜ! ʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴜs!”

‹The gentlespy had jolted back, quickly banging on their watch to cloak themselves

“𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚢—!”

‹The weaslecake also popped off with a irregular flash of blue.. leaving the poor Dic allll alone.

“𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑒ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠..!”

‹they hissed out behind them— before turning to face the consequences of their actions......

“.. 𝐸ℎ𝑒ℎ𝑚..”

( :̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

“oi.. 𝙷𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚞𝚜!”

“sʜʜʜʜʜ ɴᴏɴ! ʙᴇ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ.. ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇ ᴜs.. ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴡᴇ sᴛᴀʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ..!”

‹‹‹there's been.. Very audible whispers coming from One large tree that WASN'T in the garden before.. It's been moved around a few feet too.. Everryy time polite turns his back it steps up a few inches before settling back down. It's very obvious that it's NOT just a tree. Like. Youd have to be soldier levels of smart to think it's just a regular tree (sorry sal. But yeah. Youd fall for this.) Anyways.. It's about.. What, the EIGHTH time the tree has sneaked up on however this time a very familiar looking spy had popped it's head out! Oh! It was gentlesp— BZZZTT WRONG!! Sorry, it was a MINION, that LOOKED like gentlespy... Pulling out a pair of binoculars even though they're only.. What, 20 feet away? And watching Polite.

“ᴍᴍʜʜʜ.. ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴇʏᴇs..”

“𝑦𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠? 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑤 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛??"

“ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴠɪsᴜᴀʟ. ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏᴏʟ!”

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

@ipromisenottokillyou

It had been a regular day for Polite. He had been tending to his garden as usual, watering his flowers and making sure to pluck out any weeds that he had seen sprouting.

All was well until he had heard the shuffle of what sounded like a group of people trying to disguise themselves in some sort of makeshift tree. Polite wasn’t stupid. He knew that there was people watching him from afar, but he didn’t really do anything to stop them or to interfere with whatever they were doing. In fact, he found it rather amusing.

“I know you are there.”

He chuckled a little. Letting the 3 know that he knew of their presence, he hadn’t turned to look at the tree though, as he was busy yanking out a particularly stubborn weed.

“May you tell me what you are doing? You have been sneaking up on me for the past 20 minutes.”

#THEYRE SO STUPID...... PLS..))#🩵the doctors appointment💉#🪼what a good specimen you are🧟‍#tf2 #🌼my favorite specimen🌼#freak fortress #the doctor ff2 #ff2 rp blog #ILL PROBABLY REPLY TO THIS TOMORROW IDK DGAYSYEGE #))

“𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢! 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎!”

“𝑆ℎℎ! 𝑆ℎℎℎℎ! 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑢𝑠 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜! 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒! 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎' 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠!”

“ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ! sʜᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ! ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ғɪx ᴛʜɪs!”

‹‹‹ there was a momentary ruffle of leaves before the three hid back behind the tree, and one of the minions poked back out

“ᴀʜᴇᴍ.. ᴡᴇ.. ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ..”

‹‹‹ they immediately ducked back down into the foliage to hide, a few snickers coming from the other two minions as the Main shushed them.

ﾟ✧ ┣['''|'''|'''|'''}═─ *:･ﾟ

ℍ𝕄𝕄𝕄.. 𝕋𝕆𝔻𝔸𝕐 ℍ𝔸𝕊 𝔹𝔼𝔼ℕ ℙ𝔸𝕀ℕ𝔽𝕌𝕃𝕃𝕐 𝕌ℕ𝔼𝕍𝔼ℕ𝕋𝔽𝕌𝕃.. 𝕀 ℍ𝔸𝕍𝔼ℕ'𝕋 𝕊𝔼𝔼ℕ ℍ𝕀𝕄 𝔸𝕃𝕆ℕ𝔼 𝕀ℕ ℍ𝕀𝕊 𝔾𝔸ℝ𝔻𝔼ℕ 𝕐𝔼𝕋.. ℍ𝔼𝕊 𝔸𝕃𝕎𝔸𝕐𝕊 𝕎𝕀𝕋ℍ 𝕋ℍ𝔸𝕋 𝕀𝔻𝕀𝕆𝕋𝕀ℂ 𝕆𝕍𝔼ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕎𝕀ℕ𝔼.. 𝕀𝕋'𝕊 𝕊𝕌ℂℍ 𝔸 ℙ𝔸𝕀ℕ 𝕋𝕆𝕆. 𝕊𝕀𝕋𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝔸𝕃𝕃 𝔹𝕐 𝕄𝕐 𝕃𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼... 𝔹𝕌𝕋 𝕀𝕋'𝕊 𝕍𝔼ℝ𝕐 𝔽𝕌ℕ 𝕋𝕆 𝕎𝔸𝕋ℂℍ ℍ𝕀𝕄 𝔽𝕌𝕊𝕊 𝕆𝕍𝔼ℝ ℍ𝕀𝕊 ℙ𝕃𝔸ℕ𝕋𝕊.. 𝕀𝕋'𝕊 𝔸𝔻𝕆ℝ𝔸𝔹𝕃𝔼 ℍ𝕆𝕎 ℍ𝔼 ℕ𝔸𝕄𝔼𝕊 𝕋𝕆 𝕋ℍ𝔼𝕄 𝕋𝕆𝕆!

ﾟ✧ ┣['''|'''|'''|'''}═─ *:･ﾟ

cannibal-cupcakez

૮° ཀ°) ／🥩:•.

SAY THAT TO MY FACE YOU BLUE GUMBALL SON OF A BITCH.

꒦꒷🫀⋆ ˖°

#I DIDNT GET A NOTIFICATION FOR THOS?? WHAT?? IM CRYING... WH))#his “darling husband” has been no contact for how many years now guys?))#🩵the doctors appointment💉#the doctor freak fortress #the doctor ff2 #ff2 rp blog #freak fortress rp blog #🧁too many pounds on you!🥩

ﾟ✧ ┣['''|'''|'''|'''}═─ *:･ﾟ

𝕐𝕆𝕌 ℍ𝔼𝔸ℝ𝔻 𝕄𝔼 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕆𝕍𝔼ℝ 𝕊𝕀ℤ𝔼𝔻 𝕆𝔸𝔽! 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ𝔼 𝔸ℕℕ𝕆𝕐𝕀ℕ𝔾, 𝕃𝔸ℝ𝔾𝔼. 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕀ℕ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕎𝔸𝕐 𝕆𝔽 𝕄𝕐 ℙ𝕃𝔸ℕ𝕊! 𝕃𝕆𝕊! 𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕍𝔼 𝕄𝕐 𝔻𝔸ℝ𝕃𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊ℙ𝔼ℂ𝕀𝕄𝔼ℕ 𝔸𝕃𝕆ℕ𝔼!

ﾟ✧ ┣['''|'''|'''|'''}═─ *:･ﾟ

wait you a polite are legally married?????? is this why you’re mad he’s kissing other men or is it the fact that he hates you

ℍ𝔼.. ℍ𝔼 ℍ𝔸𝕋𝔼𝕊 𝕄𝔼? ℕ𝔼𝕀ℕ! 𝕀.... 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥..!

𝔹𝕌𝕋... 𝕃𝔼𝔾𝔸𝕃𝕃𝕐 𝕊ℙ𝔼𝔸𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾? 𝕐𝔼𝕊! 𝕎𝔼 𝔸ℝ𝔼!

ℍ𝔼 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕀.. 𝕐𝔼𝕊.. 𝕎𝔼 ℍ𝔸𝕍𝔼 𝔻𝕀𝕊𝔸𝔾ℝ𝔼𝔼𝕄𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕊.. 𝔹𝕌𝕋 ℍ𝔼.. 𝔻𝕆𝔼𝕊ℕ'𝕋 ℍ𝔸𝕋𝔼 𝕄𝔼.. 𝕀 𝕋ℍ𝕀ℕ𝕂..

.. 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖.

#ff2 #freak fortress rp blog #tf2 rp blog #the doctor ff2 #🩵the doctors appointment💉#ff2 rp blog #freak fortress #💊need your prescription refilled?💊#the doctor freak fortress #tf2 blog

i dont think you should be stalking polite. That cookie doesn’t want you.

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𝕐𝔼𝕊 ℍ𝔼 𝔻𝕆𝔼𝕊.. 𝕀𝕋'𝕊 ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝕊𝕋𝔸𝕃𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾! 𝕀'𝕄 𝕁𝕌𝕊𝕋.. 𝕎𝔸𝕋ℂℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾.. 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝔻𝕀𝕊𝕋𝔸ℕℂ𝔼...

ℙ𝕃𝕌𝕊 𝕀 ℍ𝔸𝕍𝔼ℕ'𝕋 𝕊𝕀𝔾ℕ𝔼𝔻 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔻𝕀𝕍𝕆ℝℂ𝔼 ℙ𝔸ℙ𝔼ℝ𝕊 𝕐𝔼𝕋!

#ff2 #freak fortress rp blog #tf2 rp blog #the doctor ff2 #🩵the doctors appointment💉#ff2 rp blog #freak fortress #💊need your prescription refilled?💊#the doctor freak fortress #tf2 blog

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ℍ𝕄𝕄𝕄.. 𝕋𝕆𝔻𝔸𝕐 ℍ𝔸𝕊 𝔹𝔼𝔼ℕ ℙ𝔸𝕀ℕ𝔽𝕌𝕃𝕃𝕐 𝕌ℕ𝔼𝕍𝔼ℕ𝕋𝔽𝕌𝕃.. 𝕀 ℍ𝔸𝕍𝔼ℕ'𝕋 𝕊𝔼𝔼ℕ ℍ𝕀𝕄 𝔸𝕃𝕆ℕ𝔼 𝕀ℕ ℍ𝕀𝕊 𝔾𝔸ℝ𝔻𝔼ℕ 𝕐𝔼𝕋.. ℍ𝔼𝕊 𝔸𝕃𝕎𝔸𝕐𝕊 𝕎𝕀𝕋ℍ 𝕋ℍ𝔸𝕋 𝕀𝔻𝕀𝕆𝕋𝕀ℂ 𝕆𝕍𝔼ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕎𝕀ℕ𝔼.. 𝕀𝕋'𝕊 𝕊𝕌ℂℍ 𝔸 ℙ𝔸𝕀ℕ 𝕋𝕆𝕆. 𝕊𝕀𝕋𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝔸𝕃𝕃 𝔹𝕐 𝕄𝕐 𝕃𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼... 𝔹𝕌𝕋 𝕀𝕋'𝕊 𝕍𝔼ℝ𝕐 𝔽𝕌ℕ 𝕋𝕆 𝕎𝔸𝕋ℂℍ ℍ𝕀𝕄 𝔽𝕌𝕊𝕊 𝕆𝕍𝔼ℝ ℍ𝕀𝕊 ℙ𝕃𝔸ℕ𝕋𝕊.. 𝕀𝕋'𝕊 𝔸𝔻𝕆ℝ𝔸𝔹𝕃𝔼 ℍ𝕆𝕎 ℍ𝔼 ℕ𝔸𝕄𝔼𝕊 𝕋𝕆 𝕋ℍ𝔼𝕄 𝕋𝕆𝕆!

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#freak fortress #ff2 rp blog #🩵the doctors appointment💉#the doctor freak fortress #tf2 blog #tf2 rp blog #freak fortress rp blog #ff2 #the doctor ff2 #🌼my favorite specimen🌼#🥩too many pounds on you!🧁#←both panis and polite mentioned..

“would you spit on me if i were on fire.”

“and would you heal broken ribs..?”

(Gunner asks nervously, gulping.)

(// -Gallimus/Brad)

- @featheryheaven

𝕊ℙ𝕀𝕋 𝕆ℕ 𝕐𝕆𝕌? 𝕍ℍ𝕐, 𝔻𝕆 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕍𝔸ℕ𝕋 𝕄𝕐 𝔻ℕ𝔸? ℕ𝔼𝕀ℕ. 𝕀𝔻 𝕁𝕌𝕊𝕋 ℙ𝕌𝕋 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕆𝕌𝕋!

𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℝ𝕀𝔹𝕊..? 𝕄ℍℍ𝔽.. 𝔻𝔼ℙ𝔼ℕ𝔻𝕊 𝕆ℕ ℍ𝕆𝕎 𝔹𝔸𝔻 ℤ𝔼𝕐 𝔸ℝ𝔼.. 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕀𝔽 𝕀 𝕎𝔸ℕ𝕋 𝕋𝕆 𝕎𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼 𝕄𝕐 𝕋𝕀𝕄𝔼 𝕀ℕ 𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼𝕋ℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕆.. 𝔹𝕆ℝ𝕀ℕ𝔾..

featheryheaven

“I’m in agony..”

(Gunner replies, shaking.)

“I’m always getting hurt out here.. I’ll… I’ll give you something if you help..?”

(Gunner negotiates, knowing that he’s putting quite literally everything he loves on the line.)

(// -Gallimus/Brad)