The Lone Merc (STwA #12)

Prompt by: Spooko

“Hello?”

Scout’s voice echoed off the walls of the resupply room. Nothing in here, just a cabinet full of medical supplies and ammunition, a locker, and himself.

And the locker was empty. Scout had dropped his stuff off the moment he showed up like he always did. The REDs were probably waiting outside for him, knowing that he’d be trying to push the bombcart towards their base like the good little mercenary he was. But he couldn’t do that alone. Where was his team?

"Is anyone here? Come on guys, we got work to do!"
No response.
“This isn’t funny! We gotta get the bomb movin’, or RED’s gonna get us all!”

Again, no response. Scout was starting to grow frustrated. There was no way his entire team was missing. They were running out of time and the gates that acted as the entrance and exit to their base wouldn’t hold the REDs out forever.

As seconds ticked away, Scout decided to try and push the cart himself. And that was proving to be impossible. Pipe bombs and rockets were flying towards his face, red lasers aiming for his forehead, and a revving minigun echoing in his ears. Seconds kept ticking away and he wasn’t getting anywhere.

“Guys! Come on! I can’t do it by myself!”
A bullet suddenly went through his leg.
“Owwwww! That hurt, man!”

A cloak went off behind him and Scout screamed in frustration.

Behind the computer screen, the player was feeling just as annoyed. Their entire team had disconnected the moment they joined the match and it didn’t seem like anyone else was coming. They were dying over and over and overy and they could barely land a scratch on any of their enemies.

This was the worst team balancing ever!

Time kept passing and nearly no progress was made for the poor BLU Scout. Finally, a black silhouette appeared next to the timer and the player began to feel a slight amount of hope. A teammate! Sure, two people might not be able to win the whole match by themselves, but if they both played it smart, they could make a good dent in the RED team…

The new teammate revealed itself to be...a spinning Sniper bot.

The player slammed their head on their desk in frustration and disconnected.
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