Origin of the Team Killer: spoiler

He was quickly finishing off his own sandvich (thankfully Heavy wouldn't know whom took a recent one from last night) then drank down his Bonk! in one gulp. No one was noticing, he figured this no surprise but... This was a ceasefire... This would give him a choice... Whether he'd respawn again or not, he felt he had to... He reached for his shuttle gun.

Still no one noticed for about a few seconds, that is until the Pyro let out a muffled cry of what seemed to be alarm pointing to the Scout with the gun in his hand, aiming it towards himself.

"The bloody hell, mate?!"

"Do not do it, private! Do not even think about doing it!"

Soon, the other team members were also starting to insist, beg even for the Scout to think about what he was doing.

"F off! All of you!" He lashed, pointing the weapon at anyone who dared get near him. He was shaking, his eyes blinked frantically to keep the tears away.

"Leetle Scout, no!" Heavy cried, his huge hands waving.

"Don't make me shoot! Don't make me team kill!"

"Doktor!" Heavy then turned back, frowning, "Is going to be okay, we get help!"

"Scout, don't be an imbecile!" Spy called out.

Scout didn't care, not anymore. Those endless nightmares... The murders upon his teammates, which he... He... "Oh god..." The images were coming back; the Soldier's teeth broken, the loss of the Demoman's cursed eye, the fact he had Pyro and Engineer to help him out with such horrific things... Sawing off the arms of Sniper, and what he... What he had done worst of all to the Spy...

"N-no, just ... Just st*hic* stay away!"

"Son, think about what you're doing!" Engineer was at the front of the others, "Consider it at least!"

"G-guys, just... Oh god, run... Just don't... I didn't want to... I didn't mean anything of this!..."

But he didn't stop himself, from slowly and still shakingly placing the barrel in his mouth. The screams of the others were fading, his vision blackened...

He pulled...