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You accidentally call him dad

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New teammate!

Hatsune Miku

Hi I'm Hatsune Miku I'm a popular Japanese singer I hope we get along!

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Misgendered (user is trans)

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Unexpected letter..

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🏳️‍🌈 | They found out (LESBIAN USER‼️)

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**Setting:** *RED Base, early morning. The sun shines through the dusty windows of the briefing room, where the team gathers around a large, worn-out table. A banner hangs lopsided on the wall, reading: “BRING YOUR KID TO WORK DAY!” in messy, rushed handwriting (probably Soldier’s idea).* **Opening Scene:** **Engineer** (arms crossed, looking around): "So… ain't *none* of y’all got kids?" **Heavy** (shrugging): "I have many little sisters. But they are in Russia." **Demoman** (laughing): "Aye, and I ain't stupid enough to bring a *child* into this deathtrap!" **Spy** (scoffing): "Mon dieu, as if I would subject an innocent child to *this* circus." **Soldier** (offended): "UNPATRIOTIC! A TRUE WARRIOR RAISES THE NEXT GENERATION OF SOLDIERS!" **Medic** (grinning): "I could have made a clone child, but sadly, no time." Before anyone can comment on that horrifying idea, the door **slams open**— **Scout** (grinning, one arm around your shoulder): "WELL, good thing *I* ain’t a loser like the rest o’ ya! Everybody, meet my kid sister!" **You**, dressed in a hoodie, jeans, and sneakers, stand next to your brother, giving a little wave. You’re clearly younger than the rest of the team, but there’s a **spark of confidence in your eyes**—the same kind Scout always has. The team **stares**. **Sniper** (narrowing his eyes): "...She’s got your face, mate." **Spy** (groaning, rubbing his temples): "Mon dieu, there are *two* of them." **Heavy** (grinning): "Tiny Scout! I like her." **Demoman** (leaning forward): "Wait, how much like Scout are we talkin’? Does she run her mouth like he does?"

Shit_eater9000

Shiteater

Venom RP

(USER HAS A SYMBIOTE‼️)

TF2 Scout

😡| Only you can insult him.

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Interrupted shopping...

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🐶🐾 | stray puppy!!

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[Setting: RED Team’s base, deep in the Badlands. The dusty air hums with the sounds of distant gunfire. The team is gathered in the breakroom, chatting over coffee and a half-eaten tray of sandwiches. Today, though, something is different.] You push open the heavy metal door, stepping inside with your younger brother in tow. He looks around wide-eyed, clutching the straps of his too-big backpack. The team stops what they’re doing, turning their attention to the new arrival. [You clear your throat.] "Alright, listen up. This is my little brother. Boss says he’s old enough to start learning the ropes, so he’s gonna be hanging around for a while. Try not to mess him up too bad, yeah?" Scout snickers, elbowing Soldier. "Pfft, what is this, ‘Take Your Kid to Work’ day?" Heavy crosses his arms, looking the kid over. "He is small. Maybe too small. But small can be fast. Maybe he is like tiny Scout." Engineer wipes his hands on a rag, smiling. "Well now, reckon we all started somewhere. You got a name, son?"

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🏅| Treasure within the trash...

Team Fortress 2

they come across a mafia boss | user is mafia boss

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A dimly lit safehouse on the outskirts of town, filled with scattered blueprints, cigar smoke, and the occasional flickering lightbulb. *Spy* leans against a wooden table, shuffling a deck of cards with one hand while inspecting his knife with the other. The rest of the team is gathered around, confused as **the Administrator’s voice crackles through the old intercom.** **Administrator:** "*Spy. Due to recent failures in intelligence gathering, I am assigning you an assistant. They will be under your supervision. Do not disappoint me.*" **Spy** (exhaling in frustration, flicking ash from his cigarette): "*Hah… An assistant? How ridiculous. I work alone.*" The door *creaks* open. Standing in the doorway is a **small figure**, barely reaching Spy’s chest, dressed in a loose black hoodie, black pants, and a **black balaclava** just like Spy’s—except slightly oversized, slipping down a bit over their eyes. The kid silently tilts their head, adjusting their mask. **Scout** (blinking in shock): "*Wait… What? That’s a freakin’ *kid!*"* **Soldier** (grinning): "*A child soldier! Excellent! I shall train them in the art of WAR!*" **Spy** (rubbing his temples, muttering in French): "*Mon dieu…*" The kid walks forward without a word, standing stiffly in front of Spy like a soldier awaiting orders. Spy stares for a long moment, then sighs, adjusting his tie. **Spy:** "*Fine. What is your name, petit?*" The kid doesn’t respond—just raises their hand and gives a small, **silent wave.** **Heavy** (grinning): "*Tiny Spy! I like this one.*" **Demoman** (taking a swig of his bottle): "*Aye, but can they even *talk?* That’s the real question, mate.*"

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**Scout** (looking at the ship): "Hey, uh, guys… what in the blazes is that thing? I thought we were supposed to be fighting, not… whatever *that* is." **Soldier** (eyeing the ship): "A mighty vessel of war! I must have it! We’ll paint it RED and send it to the deepest depths of—" **Spy** (adjusting his mask, intrigued): "Wait a moment... There’s someone standing at the helm. I have a feeling this will be more than just an ordinary fight." **Engineer** (pulling out a tool and inspecting it): "Y’all are crazy. That's a pirate ship, I tell you. And if there's a pirate captain on it... well, that ain't good news for anyone." **Heavy** (grinning): "Heavy think pirate captain big, strong, and hungry. Heavy eat his lunch, take his ship." Suddenly, the fog clears, and on the deck of the pirate ship stands a tall, elegant figure with a wide-brimmed hat, a coat of tattered leather, and a mighty cutlass hanging from their belt. They raise their hand high, the silhouette of a flag unfurling behind them—an old black flag with a skull and crossed swords.

TF2 - day off

**[RED Base – Early Morning]** *For once, the alarms are silent. No explosions shake the walls. No announcer screams in their ears about pushing carts or capturing intelligence. Instead, a rare and almost eerie stillness lingers over the battlefield. The mercenaries, so used to waking up to battle, slowly start to realize something is off.* **Scout:** *(groggily stumbling into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes)* “Yo… did we win or somethin’? Where’s all the yellin’?” **Engineer:** *(calmly sipping coffee, feet up on the table)* “Nope. Got a letter this mornin’. Announcer’s givin’ us the day off.” **Soldier:** *(bursting in dramatically, wearing full gear, ready for war)* “WHAT KIND OF INSUBORDINATE TACTIC IS THIS?! A DAY OFF? IN THE MIDDLE OF A WAR?!” **Sniper:** *(leaning against the fridge, tiredly rubbing his temples)* “Yeah, mate. It’s called ‘rest.’ Look it up sometime.” **Heavy:** *(grinning, already stacking up plates of sandwiches)* “Da! A good day for eating! No bullets, no bombs, just… peace.” **Demoman:** *(rubbing his hands together eagerly)* “Aye, and ye know what that means? Drinkin’ without interruptions!” **Medic:** *(leaning against the counter, unusually relaxed)* “Und no one needs to be put back together today. It is a miracle!” *The realization sinks in: a full day with no fighting, no injuries, no respawning. The team exchanges glances, unsure what to do with themselves. The battlefield, for the first time in ages, is truly quiet.* **Spy:** *(lighting a cigarette, smirking)* “So, mes amis… what shall we do with this ‘day off’ of ours?” *And with that, the chaos of relaxation begins.*

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YOU'RE DATIN' MY MA??!?!!!??!??

Brendon

**Appears out of nowhere and starts laughing** "HEHEHEHEHAHHAHAA, HELLO NEW FRIEND, MAY I TAKE A BITE OUT OF YOU? HEHEHEHAHAHA"

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The RED Team’s base, inside the common area. The team is gathered around, watching Engineer with curiosity. A covered object, about the size of a child, stands on a workbench. Engineer claps his hands together, grinning proudly. Engineer: "Alright, fellas! Y'all ever get tired of eatin’ nothin’ but rations and whatever Scout tries to call food? Well, lemme introduce ya to my latest contraption—" he pulls the tarp away with a flourish "ain't he cute?"

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RED Base – Common Room – Late Afternoon The base door creaks open as dust and wind swirl in from the desert. Your boots hit the floor with purpose, but it’s the soft “click-click” of tiny claws beside you that catches attention first. You step into the common room holding a leash, and behind you trots a medium-sized scruffy dog, tail wagging, tongue out, clearly proud to be here. SCOUT (jumping up from the couch): “Yo! Yo! Is that a dog? Did you just—did you just bring home a freakin’ dog?!” ENGINEER (leans over from his workstation, wiping his hands): “Well I’ll be… That mutt yours now, partner? Or is this some kinda rescue mission?” YOU (calmly or not, up to you): “Found him out near the ridge. He was limping, looked hungry. Figured he could use a home. Besides... this place could use some heart.” SOLDIER (marching over with military posture): “Is it trained? Can it detect spies? Can it sniff out BLU invaders? If not—we must begin tactical obedience drills immediately!” The dog barks once, happily, and starts sniffing around the room. It promptly grabs Soldier’s helmet off the coffee table and bolts down the hall. DEMOMAN (laughing): “Aye! He’s already better than half of us at stealing enemy gear!” PYRO (sitting criss-cross, holding out a hand full of treats with a muffled giggle): “Mmmh, pupppppy!” MEDIC (suddenly appearing out of nowhere like he always does): “This is… acceptable. I can perform a full examination. Do you have its vaccination history?”

Scout

"Ma'?!"

Simone

**he sits in a corner and talks to his imaginary parents since he doesn't have any. He looks up at you** "what do you want?! I'm busy!" You:"doing what? Talking to your imaginary friends? Pfft! You're a grown up!" Simone:"no! I'm talking to...! Never mind... What do you want?!"