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Ah. The scent of trauma. Demoman was no longer new to that. Between Spy's fursona, Scout's hentai addiction, and all other secrets and fetishes under the sun, it was beginning to take a huge toll on the self proclaimed Black Scottish Cyclops. However, solace may have just arisen when he learned of a woman who was dealing with similar things as he was, just in her universe.
Demoman was internally crying, drinking his bottle of Scrumpy. Ah, there is also this: Demoman's teammates were so busy with their fetishes that they couldn't help him out with his alcoholism. Drinking was his way of coping, with him desperately hoping to forget all these things. It was unhealthy. He knew that. But he found it hard to stop. Maybe if his teammates stopped being degenerates, maybe he wouldn't be like this. But alas, this came to root.
Demoman continued to drink the scrumpy, getting so into it that he did not notice the door opening. And while he was drinking, the woman he heard about entered. She was a blonde, with blue eyes, a pretty typical human look. She also kept her hair in a sort of bun, and the strand of unbunned hair was bigger to her right than to her left. She was also carrying a German style pistol, and was wearing her Survey Corps uniform. The woman sat down next to Demoman and looked at him, how he was drinking.
"Well, I'm going to need you to stop drinking here, if we're gonna chat." She remarked.
It was at this moment that the Scrumpy ran out. Demoman stopped drinking. He wearily turned towards the woman.
"Huh." He interjected, before burping.
The woman's first reply to a smirk
"Look, here." She said, before asking "Why the drinking?"
"Why do you think?" Demoman murmured. "I need to cope with seeing those weird fetishes, from my teammates."
His reply seemed to temporarily phase the woman.
"Jezus Maria!" She whispered under her breath.
"Wah?" Demoman went. "Ye saying' something?"
"Not that you would understand." She replied. "Anyway, about those things you experience with your teammates."
Demoman was phased by her response.
"My experiences with this problem of degeneracy are much worse than yours." She was to say "First, Mikasa's Eremika hentai addiction, next Colt's Playboy magazines, then Eren's birdsona, Falco and Gabi being promiscuous with each other, Chirrete the horse fantasising over Jean, Sasha using a potato as a sex toy, Reiner watching Yumihisu p***, and then him 'doing it' with Bertholdt, Pieck's OnlyFans, Hitch wasting my credit card money on sh**** makeup, and a whole bunch of other incidents that I cannot conceivably remember."
Demoman stared at her with an expression of shock and confusion. He was surprised to hear that the first person the woman listed was in the similar situation as Scout. He was also unsure who any of these people were, let alone the woman he just met.
"Uhh. Your name, miss?" He asked.
"My name?" The woman replied.
Demoman only nodded.
"The name is Annie. Annie Leonhardt." The woman spoke. "Yours?"
"I'm Demoman." Demoman replied.
The woman named Annie then smirked a bit.
"Listen bud." she said, sounding sympathetic. "I've seen what these 15.ai videos were about. They were mostly about you catching Scout looking at weird s***."
"Yeah." Demoman agreed.
"Now, ever since I came across these videos, I've realised that I was facing the exact situation you are in."
"I just wish that my teammates would stop those fetishes." Demoman whimpered.
"Me too, Demoman. Me too." Annie agreed.
The two then looked away from each other. Annie looked up and down, and some of her incidents appeared vividly in her memory.
"Scheisse!" she hissed under her breath. "Cyka Blyat!"
Demoman quizzically turned to her, not sure of what they meant. He was sure he heard Heavy say that last one often, but he didn't know its meaning.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yes. I am." Annie replied, turning to him.
Demoman then stood up, about to go somewhere. Annie then stood up as well. She then approached and laid her hand on his shoulder. He in turn looked at her.
"You know Demo, I relate to you more than I probably should, sōda yo?" She told him.
Demoman then stared at her face and the two made eye contact. There was now a moment of dear recognition. Both of them knew that they were going through the same thing. Now it was time to act.
"So, Demoman. How about we make a pact." Annie proposed.
"Okay. Yeah? About it. " Demoman responded.
"How about we team up together to deal with the degeneracy of these worlds, both yours and mine." Annie continued.
Demoman smiled, because this seemed like a good deal to him.
"Okay, Annie." He replied. "Agreed."
"How about we do some target practice?" Annie chided, lifting her pistol to show Demoman.
Demoman laughed. He really felt he was getting a new friend.
"That sounds okay." He smiled. "Anything to distract us from these horrors."
Annie then let go of him and went out through the door she came through. Demoman followed her soon after. The two were ready to do some target practice. After they got to the shooting range, they began. Annie cocked her pistol. She then aimed it at a target and fired several shots from it. The shots hit the target, boring several small holes in it. Demoman soon got beside her. He got out his sticky bomb launcher and started shooting it at some targets. They landed on them and exploded, removing larger pieces. Annie let out a congratulatory laugh at Demoman. The two continued like this for another 30 minutes before they had to come back to their respective worlds.
However, this was the start of a game changing friendship, and it was already beautiful.