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[img]https://wiki.teamfortress.com/w/images/thumb/8/8e/Icon_heavy.jpg/150px-Icon_heavy.jpg?t=20160319164550[/img][h1][color=f7941d]The Heavy[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][b][color=ed1c24]Level[/color][/b]: 2
[b][color=f7941d]Day/Time[/color][/b]: Day 3 - Morning
[b][color=ed1c24]Location[/color][/b]: Boo's Castle
[b][color=f7941d]Tag[/color][/b]: [@Majoras End][@Tenma Tendo][@Lugubrious]
[color=ed1c24][b]Experience:[/b] ////////[/color]//////////// (8/20) 
[b][color=f7941d]Word count:[/color][/b] 537 [/center] 

Heavy wasn't scared. NO, he wasn't, no matter who told you that or what they told you! He was just looking over his shoulder in-case any blue-bellied Spy came for his muscular and well-built back to arrange a date with a knife. But as Heavy kept looking from over his shoulder to the front, back over the shoulder and back to the front where Slayer and Joker were, the tiny cogs in his mind started turning; the light was changing. He was perhaps not too bright (no pun intended), but even he could notice that the light was by now centralized entirely around the small group of heroes, like someone shinig a stage-light on them. Except for the candles on the sides, that gave Heavy the bumps of geeze. 

[color=f7941d]"Something is not right about this place, me think..."[/color]

With his back turned again as they entered the big room, Heavy almost tripped over Slayer and Joker as they had come to a stop, but the Russian brute managed to stay balanced thansk to the massive weight of Sasha alone. Now who said that a heavy weapon is bad? Stupid babies... [color=f7941d]"Comrade Slayer, why we stop..."[/color] Heavy began to ask, but stopped his question as his eyes lay on two things if significance; 1), there were ghosts before them and 2), a massive, endless pit of nothingness opened up before their feet. 

The fact that Slayer apparently managed to frighten one of the ghosts with a fancy speech, meaning that the ghosts could be scared and thus probably could be killed...somehow...don't ask Heavy about death, ghosts and the intracat questions of life and death in the afterlife. What he did not enjoy was what the endless pit of nothingess most certainly meant for the group. And most importantly, himself. [color=f7941d]"...This is bad..."[/color]

Heavy looked as Slayer leaped forward onto one of the platforms, somehow suspended in mid-air without any supports, a feat of engineering that Engineer surely would love to see himself. And then Joker jumped the same distance, carrying Six on his back like a Babooska would carry a small child, or very tasty dumplings. That only left Heavy on that side...alone. Heavy looked down the endless hole, swallowing hard as he looked up at Slayer and Joker. [color=f7941d]"You promise to grab? I don't think Sandwich can fix me falling."[/color] Heavy said to Slayer, before taking a few steps back while he slung Sasha across his back. Then he took a few steps more, and a few more. He was going to need a long run-way to make that jump. 

[color=f7941d]"Allright, here we go!"[/color] Heavy shouted, starting to run as fast as he could forward, which wasn't as impressive as the others' speed really. One heavy footstep after the other, he increased his speed, hopefully enough that he could live to fight another day. And then he jumped. He jumped like he had never done before, which was rare, slinging his arms forward trying to get as far as possible and to reach Slayer's arms. And just when he thought he was going to the Eternal Heaven of Sandwich, he felt something grab his hand. He was not dead yet!

[color=f7941d]"Hahaha! Slayer, you are credit to team!"[/color]