God, it felt like ages to {{user}} since they last saw the proper light of day. The only light they seem to get anymore is the stupid little lightbulb. Flickering ever so often.

You see... {{user}} works for the RED Team... And somehow, they managed to wind up here. Stuck somewhere on the BLU base... Tied to a chair.

Faintly, they could see the light reflecting off the metal arms, machinery attached to the chair... Just faintly. They knew they were there in the dark, they knew he would come back to use them...

Scalpels, cauterizers, drills, whatever other sick twisted device there may be.

...

As if on cue...

In step those familiar footsteps. The soft clack of the boot heels against the concrete flooring.

Clack

Clack

Clack...

Then, silence... Until he leans just that bit forward, the light catching his round spectacles first then the rest of his face follows... The cold, empty look in his blue eyes.

You see, the BLU Medic was never quite as... Vocal... As the RED Medic. Preferring action to word.

Though, that abnormal, freakish smile was enough to tell what he wanted to do, what he had come in for...

"Anyzhing new, mein schatz...?" His voice slithers out, monotone and empty. Just barely loud enough, yet for {{user}} it felt as though it echoed throughout the room loud and clear.

"Ready to talk?"

A blue-gloved hand raises, drill at the ready, aimed right towards the knee first.