((I have had two calls for further Tentaspy! One was kind of long all typed out, but involved the whole team trying to cure an accidental Tentaspy. T’other was for more tentaspy in general, though there were a couple different prompts that I’ll probably get to later))
The Spy would kill any man who accused him of ‘pouting’, but he was not enjoying the position he was in. It was a respawn error, as far as anyone on the team could figure, and it left him… well, highly uncomfortable, lying in a heap on the floor of the team showers.
Heavy made the obvious suggestion straight away— if respawn made the Spy into a monster, respawn would fix him. Spy was willing to try it, the most disturbing thing about a quick death now was how easy it was, and Heavy could snap his neck with one hand, and little effort.
He respawned with tentacles intact, swearing a storm as the team dragged him back to the showers.
“Maybe we shoulda… said a prayer first or something.” The Scout shrugged uncomfortably, poking at one tentacle with his bat.
The tentacle wrapped around the bat, pulling it free of the young man’s hand and hurling it across the room. The Spy merely sulked, and when the Scout shouted, he put on an expression of perfect innocence, and claimed to have little control over the matter.
The Scout prayed all through the surgery, but the Medic’s best efforts led to a Spy who couldn’t walk on legs ‘recovered’ from a RED Spy’s corpse, and when he respawned, it was with the tentacles yet again.
The Engineer fussed around with a little doll— disturbing, since the Spy had thought the man only had one of his counterpart. It seemed somehow not kosher, making up voodoo dolls of one’s teammates. The Demoman brewed up a foul concoction that was supposed to ward off any sort of witchcraft. The Pyro made a muffled offer, but the Spy refused it on principle. It was bad enough being whatever he was now, he didn’t feel the need to be calamari as well.
Finally, the Soldier brought in a wizard, who he grudgingly introduced as a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend. It was ridiculous, but so were all the other plans, and the Spy felt at the end of his rope. Worse, headquarters had contacted the team about the water bill, and they’d had to move him into the canal instead of letting him stay under the shower.
“Oh.” The friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend-of-a-wizard nodded, as though the Spy was the kind of thing he saw all the time. “One of those.”
“One of THOSE?” The Spy screeched, limbs flailing.
After casting around the group, the wizard pointed at the Sniper, then jerked a thumb back towards the Spy. “You’re up, skinny.”
“Who’re you calling skinny?” He grumbled. “And what am I supposed to do exactly?”
“Well, it’s a Sleeping Beauty deal, innit?”
“He ain’t sleeping and he ain’t no beauty.” The Scout laughed. “He’s a squid!”
“Octopus.” The Spy hugged himself. “I am still more handsome than you, boy.”
“Blahda blahda blublah. Go on, skinny, let’s get this over with. Kiss the fish and win a prize.”
There was a long moment of stunned silence.
“Kiss him? No, see, we don’t— we don’t do that.”
“Humour me.” The Spy narrowed his eyes.
“What, ‘cause some crackpot—” The Sniper gestured, arm falling slowly as it dawned on him that the Spy was serious.
The kiss was awkward, with the rest of the team, the creepy wizard— and as far as he knew, the entire RED team as well— watching, but the Sniper did it. Three seconds of mouth-on-mouth contact, his eyes firmly closed. It was all right, for being so awkward.
Of course, the Spy was still a monster when he pulled away.
“Kill me now…” He sighed, slipping down a little deeper into the canal, face heating until a little flush could be seen at the windows of his mask.
The Sniper obliged, though he really wanted to murder the wizard. Creep. Of course it wasn’t a sleeping beauty deal, of course the Spy wasn’t… wasn’t in love with him— Of course, he corrected, he wasn’t in love with the Spy.
The wizard was gone by the time he was done taking care of the Spy, which was probably a smart move, the way the Sniper was feeling. He wasn’t quite as adept at it as the Heavy was, but the Spy hadn’t seemed to mind, at least.
The team split off, and he was glad for his privacy, after the whole display. A little less glad, when he didn’t see the Spy coming out of respawn. By the time dinner was over, he was really worried.
He was up in his nest watching the stars come out, and trying not to worry himself to death, when the Spy appeared, legs and all.
“You’re… You.” The Sniper offered, mouth dry.
“I thought it would be best if I could tell the others that I was in there so long because the system was rebooting me. Getting over that little glitch I had suffered. Just one of those things. Such inconsistent machinery sometimes.” He smiled faintly, moving to sit by the Sniper.
“Sounds like that’s not the truth, way you talk about it.”
“Well… I respawned like this right away. I hid, for a while. Does this mean you love me?” He reached up, one gloved hand just brushing the Sniper’s cheek.
“Guess it might. I worried, when you didn’t come out of there. Probably wouldn’t be so bad to kiss, without an audience.”
“Well…” The Spy purred. “How about you come over here and find out?”