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This is fake lol. Have a Classic Omega!
Inktober 18: Company
so a lot of art finally loaded. 8e expectin more on your dash. these are the first four.
stevonnie, rose & kanaya, trace & fin, and heavy 8rawler & cheerful demoman.
You are Heavy Brawler, the muscle of the Meddlesome Company, a group of private detectives in...
GO HUG DAT BEAR BARA
Baby's first mobsterswitch
Scout didn’t come to work drunk, but he definitely left it that way. You suspect he’s got a flask hidden somewhere amongst the towers of unfinished paperwork on his desk, but Deadeye hasn’t been able to find it. Demo thinks he’s got some sort of blood pact with the spiders that inhabit the tops of the stacks, and you’re not sure if that’s entirely impossible anymore. Even with Scout’s severe…what’s the word? Arachnophobia. Anyway back to the problem at hand…
Your name is HEAVY BRAWLER, and your inebriated colleague is climbing you like a set of monkey bars.
You don’t appreciate it.
“Scout,” You rumble, halfheartedly trying to reach around your back for the nimble little asshole scaling your shoulders. “Scout, quit it, I ain’t in the mood-“
Scout cuts you off with a cackle as he swings his legs around your neck and pumps both fists in the air. “I HAVE CONQUERED THIS MOUNTAIN FOR SCOUTOPIA!” He crows.
Correction: he’s not drunk. He’s fucking smashed.
“Onward!” Scout continues, kicking at your chest with his tiny feet in a vain attempt to get you moving.
“Scout-“ You try again, exasperated. You hope the rise in tone gets it through his thick skull that you’re losing what little patience you have.
“Go, my steed, a shady-as-fuck bar awaits us!” Scout cries, redoubling his efforts to spur you into the street.
Unfortunately, alcohol is the world’s best insulation against good sense.
Okay, fuck this noise. You think, managing to pluck the madly snickering man off of your shoulders and tucking him under your arm. You start towards his house, since it’s a few blocks from yours and you’re pretty sure Deadeye would be annoyed if you just left Scout in the gutter. The drunk idiot doesn’t seem to notice the change in position. He does hiccup and break into song, however. You’re pretty sure it’s a slurred rendition of Sinatra’s “That’s Life.”
“Yeah, that’s life alright.” You grumble as you walk in the direction of the setting sun. “I think I gotta get some better friends.”
Scout halts his caterwauling long enough to squint disapprovingly. At the same time he manages to get a hand free to pat your arm in what you assume is an attempt to comfort you. “Bullshit, mang, you fuckin’ love usszzzz…”
The last word trails off into a snore, and you thank your lucky stars when he stays asleep for the rest of the journey. You can’t find his key, or the spare that’s normally hidden behind the loose wooden D that suggests his apartment is any different from the others in this hole, so you just wrench the door off its hinges.
You dump Scout unceremoniously onto the couch and after a moment of consideration, grab the patchy blanket spread over the back and flop that over him too. You are the best caretaker, it’s you.
After taking a second to locate some post-it notes and a pen, you leave. The note on the inside of the propped up door will alert scout that he owes you half an hour of your life back and also he should really get his door fixed. You turn your coat’s collar against the coming chill of the evening and head home.
Tomorrow morning, you’re gonna get Deadeye to help you search Scouts desk so Demo can blow up that flask.
my goal in life is to make hb as bara as possible
speaks into a megaphone
me and glue are writing brawler and inny watching princess bride together
that is all
