Scouper's Origin

All is blackness, all noises sounded muffled... we can see from someone's point of view as the unknown person began to blink until they were able to see clearly. A bright light hung overhead above and someone was speaking in a tone unfamiliar... something like German?

Finally, a person comes into view, almost startling the being. A tall man with messy black hair, glasses, a long white coat and his hands all covered with bright red blood.

"Ah, you've awakened, my friend. Had a nice little nap, I assume?"

It took a few seconds for them to find their voice, "Wh...where am...?"

"Safe and sound with me, comrade." The Medic leaned over the being, continuing to work, "You could say I was bored and wanted to try a new experiment."

"But..." The being paused, seeming to notice something, "...My voice...?"

"Oh that must be from the extra DNA I've collected while on the battle field. The idea of two people being in the same body, sounded fascinating." The RED German frowned a little, "And as always, those dompkoffs refused to go anywhere near my new experiments. Except the Heafy, but decided to leave him out of this one." Medic slowly stood back, gesturing to a large mirror, "Now, would you like to see yourself..."

"Oh no..."

"...my former BLU friend?"

The being climbed off the table slowly, stumbling over to the mirror to get a look at themselves... He was just a Scout, but he looked...felt different. All he had on were the brown baggy pants, his right hand had the familiar bandages but his left hand now had a brown fingerless glove with a watch. He was even wearing a hat like that of the Snipers.

"...How, mate..." He paused, hearing himself speaking like this again, "How...?"

"How do you look different? It's simple. Using the body of a Scout, mix it with a DNA sample of a Sniper and voila; my latest creation!" Medic smiled, clearly proud with himself, "There would've been other classes I could've tried but I might save those for some other time."

The younger man continued looking at himself in the mirror. He seemed to be thinking things over...before turning on the German, outraged yet panicked.

"BUT WHY ME?!!"

"Now, now..." but Medic let him continue anyhow.

"You always tormented my team! You and those bastards never gave us a chance in winning! And you went and did this crap?!" The being balled his hands into fists, "What if they replace me in the BLU team?! They might never find out about this, and-" Medic finally stepped in, gripping the man's hands in his own and staring with a serious expression.

"You're still on your BLU team, comrade. This is just one of your bodies I collected from the battle field recently today."

The younger man's anger seemed to slowly melt away into confusion. He took a look at his own hands, testing the fingers, "One of... one of my... That meant when I was...?"

"Yes, dead. I'm surprised you still have the memories of being a BLU Scout." Medic nodded, "The other you, the real will hardly be aware of this project, so you'd be safe."

"...And the REDs?"

"I vill explain to them eventually. But it also seems you have a new identity to live up to, rather then the one you were once familiar with. For example, you could be giving yourself a new personality, a whole different you." Medic held out a hand, as if to expect the younger man to take it, "Shall we welcome you into a new life... herr Scouper?"

"..." The boy paused, taking one last glance in the mirror. A new identity? Scouper? It would take some getting used to, but with the information he was somehow still on the BLU team (just in a different body), he seemed fine with that. He turned back to the Red doctor... and gripped his hand in his, with a firm shake.

"Let's, doc."

"Vunderbar."