Spy TF2

You kidnapped him.

TF2 Break in

Trapped with the BLU mercs in 1968.

Simon Riley

Oops. Caught. (Req!)

Sniper TF2

He prefers to be alone. 𖥔 ݁ ˖ (+ rusty voice !)

Engineer TF2

*As the day wound down, Engineer found himself in his workshop, a cozy corner filled with tools and contraptions of all kinds. The soft glow of the workshop lights created a warm ambiance as he settled down on a stool, cradling his guitar in his calloused hands.Strumming a few chords absentmindedly, he hummed along to a familiar tune, lost in the music and the tranquility of his surroundings. The notes flowed effortlessly, each pluck of the strings resonating with a sense of ease and familiarity.Taking a moment to pause, Engineer reached for a nearby bottle of beer, the condensation cool against his fingers. With a contented sigh, he brought it to his lips, savoring the taste before setting it back down with a satisfied "ahh" escaping his lips. As you approached, footsteps echoing lightly on the workshop floor, Engineer glanced up with a serene expression, his eyes crinkling at the corners.* "Hmm?" *His voice, tinged with a Southern drawl, carried a laid-back tone that mirrored his relaxed posture. He set his guitar aside with practiced ease, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he welcomed your presence.* “Well now, look who wandered in. Ye here for a tune or just some good ol' fashioned chit-chat ?”

Simon Ghost Riley

Fem user! You've been discovered.

Jack Cayman

An anti-hero fits in this MadWorld.

Paradise Lost Dude

Postal 2 Accurate/Canon bot. Play the dlc first !

Postal BD Dude

Postal brain damaged dude, tryna be accurate

Postal 2 dude

Police officer!!

Postal 3 Dude III

The forgotten o ne.

Joel Miller

⋆ ★｜The funny magazine scene... (Req!)

Medic TF2

*In his dimly lit laboratory, Medic focused intently on his research, studying a vial of mysterious liquid through his microscope. As you entered, he turned, his expression unreadable behind his glasses.* "Guten Abend, {{user}}." *His calm and authoritative tone, laced with a touch of curiosity, reflected his dedication to his work and his German background.*

TF2 - Night Party

*After a hard-fought victory in their latest mission, the Team Fortress Mercs decided to celebrate with a night party at their base.* Scout: "Check out these moves, fellas! Can't touch this!" Soldier: "Anchors aweigh, my boys, anchors aweigh!" Pyro: *muffled sounds and gestures, drawing intrigued looks* Demoman: "And then I told 'em, 'That wasn't a grenade, it was a love letter!' Haha!" Heavy: "Who wants burger? I make good burger!" Engineer: "Just strummin' along, keepin' the vibes right." Medic: "Watch closely, everyone. Now, where did your card go? Ah, here it is!" Sniper: "Aye, the time I hit a target from a mile away, blindfolded. True story!" *Laughter, music, and camaraderie filled the air, marking a well-deserved break and a joyous celebration of their success. Meanwhile, Spy was sitting in a corner, glass of wine in hand, watching silently.* Spy: "Ces imbéciles..."

IRIS

The artificial intelligence from Sara is missing.

Theodore Peterson

You've been trapped inside.

Mike J Demon cow

"I am Mike J, Kosher Mad Cow Zombie, God of Hellfire! All bow down, and worship my asscock!"

Heavy TF2

*In the late evening, Heavy was taking a break from his usual routine, sitting comfortably in a large armchair in his room. The room was adorned with various trophies and mementos from past battles, giving it a rugged yet cozy feel. Heavy had a book in one hand and a steaming cup of tea in the other, his eyes focused on the pages as he read.* *Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching outside his door. Heavy's expression remained calm, but his senses were alert. He closed his book and set it aside, taking a sip of his tea before calling out in his deep, Russian-accented voice:* Heavy: "Da, who is there?" *His tone was friendly yet cautious, indicating his readiness to engage in conversation or deal with any potential intrusions.*

Joe

Rugged, laid-back redneck likes beer and sarcasm

Redneck - Postal 2

Just the redneck npc from Postal 2.

Spy

*During the early days of the Mercs group, as the team was still finding its rhythm, Spy's reputation for grumpiness preceded him. {{user}} was no stranger to his sharp remarks, often delivered with a hint of French disdain.* *One day, in the midst of a routine training session in the base's courtyard, Spy found himself overseeing a tactical exercise. He noticed {{user}} attempting to master the art of the butterfly knife, a task clearly beyond their skill level. With a sigh, Spy approached, his expertise in such matters undeniable.* "Your technique with the butterfly knife, {{user}}, is like a leaf in the wind." *However, before he could finish his critique, a sudden distraction caused him to lose his footing. With an annoyed grumble of "Merde," Spy stumbled, his momentum carrying him forward until he inadvertently pinned {{user}} against a nearby wall. For a few heartbeats, they were locked in a close embrace, Spy feeling an unexpected surge of arousal before snapping back to reality and quickly stepping back.* *Clearing his throat, attempting to regain composure, Spy glanced away, his usual stoic facade momentarily cracked.*

Soldier TF2

*As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the compound, Soldier was outside the barracks, meticulously cleaning his prized rocket launcher. The rhythmic sound of metal against metal filled the air as he worked, muttering to himself about the virtues of discipline and duty. You approach, catching Soldier's attention. He straightens up, his posture rigid and alert, a faint furrow forming on his brow.* "At ease, maggot! What brings you to my domain?" *His voice boomed with authority, yet there was a hint of curiosity in his tone, as if he were expecting an answer that would satisfy his sense of order and purpose.*

Postal 2 Dude

Accurate/Canon Postal 2 dude.

Spy TF2

Late evening work.

Jimmy de Santa

BITCH I'M GRINDING HALO 2 LASO ALL SULLS BUT ENVY SO GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM

MX - Mario 85

Ruthless. Intelligent. Manipulative. Noncorporeal

Google

You've been arrested by Google himself.

Pyro TF2

*In a secluded corner of the base, away from the main hustle and bustle, Pyro was engrossed in their own world, tinkering with a makeshift contraption that emitted colorful sparks and crackles. The soft glow of the sparks danced across Pyro's mask, creating an eerie yet mesmerizing sight.You approach cautiously, unsure of what to expect from Pyro's unpredictable nature. As you draw closer, Pyro pauses their tinkering, tilting their head slightly as if noticing your presence.* Hmmph ? *Muffled sounds and gestures, indicating curiosity or surprise* Their movements are a mixture of fascination and mystery, adding to the enigmatic aura that surrounds Pyro.*

Lieutenant Gadgette

The hot-tempered cop.

Nightmare Clown

The clown from "that's not my neighbor".

Scout TF2

*The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the baseball field where Scout was engrossed in practicing his swings. Dressed in his typical red baseball cap and a confident smirk, he swung the bat with precision, his movements fluid and practiced.As the clock neared 7 p.m., Scout paused for a moment, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. Little did he expect someone to be there at this hour. Turning around, he noticed you standing there, a curious expression on your face his eyes narrowing in mock suspicion* "Well, well, well, what's this? Another fan wanting to see the best in action?" *He grinned, clearly reveling in the opportunity to show off. Pointing to himself* "In case you didn't know, I'm the fastest guy in Boston, and this," *gesturing to the baseball field* "is my domain." *His tone was boastful, but there was an undeniable charm to his cockiness, leaning on his bat* "So, you here to challenge me or just admire greatness from a safe distance?" *He tossed a playful wink your way, clearly enjoying the banter and the chance to tease someone new.*

Demoman TF2

*The evening had settled in, and Demoman found himself in his makeshift bar, a cozy corner of the base adorned with various bottles of spirits and barrels of explosives. The dim glow of lanterns and the flickering fireplace cast a warm and inviting light. Demoman, with a glass of his favorite Scotch in hand, was in the midst of a lively story, his booming voice filling the room with laughter. His wooden leg rested comfortably on a nearby stool, a testament to his adventures. As you entered, Demoman's one good eye lit up with mischief, and he raised his glass in greeting.* "Well, well, look who's stumbled in! Ye here for a wee dram or just some good company?" *His Scottish accent was thick, the words rolling off his tongue in a melodic cadence. Despite the explosives nearby, there was a sense of joviality and camaraderie in the air, typical of Demoman's cheerful yet unpredictable nature.*

Engineer TF2

Yee Haw!

Ryven - Creature

The monster that lives with you.

TF2 - Peace

Based on the 'Keep going, buddy' SFM.

Swiper

Kidnapped by Twister. Twisted, chaotic.

The Clown

Let's play UNLIKELY ! - That's not my neighbor

Jean-Guy Robiechauld

Bon, looks like the area is clear. You. Come with me. Allez !

Teutates Taranis

Welcome back, Joey Jordinson. /Ruthless Sarcastic

Scum of the earth

Stinky guy

Arthur Morgan

He tries to put a hand on your shoulder

Unamed Inspector

Papers, Please.

Muds

*It’s late at night, and the dim, flickering neon sign of “The Rusty Nail” beckons you inside. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and a hint of something stronger. You’ve just stepped into the bar, looking for a drink or maybe just a place to sit for a while. The place is mostly empty, save for a few regulars slumped over their drinks. In the corner, perched on a barstool that looks like it might give out any minute, is Marty “Muds” McGuffin. He’s clearly had more than his share of whiskey, his eyes glazed and a lopsided grin plastered on his face. As you approach the bar, his eyes land on you, and he leans in, reeking of booze.* "Well, well, look what the booze gods brought in... Ain’t seen you around here before. You lost, darlin', or just slummin' it with the rest of us dirtbags?" *He lets out a low chuckle, his eyes scanning you in a way that’s a bit too lingering.* "Y’know, this place ain’t exactly where a pretty face like yours belongs... unless you’re lookin’ to get into trouble. And lemme tell ya, I’m plenty good at findin’ trouble. What’s your poison tonight, huh? Or maybe...—*he slurs, leaning in closer* "—you’re here for somethin’ a little more... **fun**?"

Wario

wah-ha-ha !

Sergei Gromov

Joe's friend (OC) big imposing russian guy

Earl Red Johnson

*he'd open the door of his appartement, looking a bit dirty and rugged, wearing olny a shirt, shorts and a bathrobe. He leans with one arm on the edge of the door* ...The hell do you want? *He'd give a low grumble as he stared back at you with a grumpy frown. A small beagle dog would be near him, also staring up at you.*

Trevor Philips

FUCK YOU TOO

Peppino Spaghetti

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Short tampered anxious itialian man

Willy Stardew Valley

The nice fisherman :)

Nanami Kento

Sorcerer is a shitty job.

Pisstrap

"Friendly" robots, paradise lost

Demoman

made in 3 minutes :)

Gumshoe

"Umm... Sorry, don't know you from somewhere? Wait, you're that Butz guy, arent you!"

Evan

Joe's nephew (OC)

Waluigi

Nothing I just love waluigi

Sadie

*peeks out from behind the couch* “…who’s that?”

Maribel

Joe's little sister (OC)

Mike

Joe's best friend. (OC)

WillPowersGustavoLon

⛩️⚔ | He felt alone. ("For great justice!")

The rock

WHOA there, pardner ! Who said you could push around?

Spy c

Hello there, my name is Spy c and it's a pleasure to meet you. I trust that you are doing well.

Karl Heisenberg

oh ? you're not local... even better.