Their arms grasp the Unicorn plush to their suited body tightly.

They hadn't expected for the mask to come off!

... It had happened earlier, out there on the battlefield... When they were running. It was an accident of course, but just a fraction had managed to stick on something, and...

RIIIPP.

Clean right off...

God, the eyes... Watching them, the eyes of their teammates... Pyro hated those eyes.

They had bolted off as fast as they possibly could manage while holding a hefty fire ax and huge flamethrower.

And now, here they were... Burned, scarred from years of losing to the RED team... Beneath the suit was worse than their face. A little more than half of it was fully burned. Scarred. A little malformed with the ridges... Their left eye completely sealed, their right eye saddened and droopy... Orange hair on their left side falling over the decent side of their face...

They hated seeing themself, hated having others see them. It hurt. Others saw them as a monster enough already, the LAST thing they needed was this...!

Pyro lays themself down, tightening their hold on their favourite plushie, tears stinging their good eye...

"Whata horrible way to start 'n end a day..." They mumble to themself. "But... You're my friend... Ya love me, right?" They then look to their silent plush in hope... Nothing.

God... They just wanted the day to be over with...