So, here's the plot for my Team Fortress 2 Mafia story so far:
"ATTENTION! ATTENTION! RED TEAM IN BASE!" The Heavy looked up from his half-eaten sandvich, bewildered. He looks farther down the corridor to see an onrushing Soldier-Medic pair, with the Soldier's toothy and maniacal grin welcoming the Heavy's cries or help.
A quick pull of a trigger, a flash, an exertion. The missile streams down the hall, as it lands on its mark- the Heavy's blundering, bloated mess of a body, sending chunks of skin and bone everywhere.
The Soldier gave a quick battle cry as the Medic announced, "I am fully charged!" A shame he failed to see the blue blur behind him... As it formed into a Spy, knife equipped, and drove it into the Medic's larynx, killing him instantly in near utter silence, even in this stonewall arena. Just then, the Soldier grunted impatiently and roared,
"CHARGE ME, DOC!"
"Obliged." The Spy flipped his butterfly knife between his fingers once more and thrust his knife into the Soldier's neck, as the armored nut yelled in pain. The Spy quickly withdrew his knife and stabbed again, into the Soldier's throat, then ripped off the kook's helmet and finally drove his now completely red knife into the Soldier's bald head, spouting a fountain of blood, as some of the bitter red splattered onto the Spy's gloves, as he tuts at the corpse, in an irate tone, "You got blood on my suit!"
By then, the rest of RED managed to reach the Prison- holding many, many RED units and Civilians. Swiftly unlocking each of the cells, they gathered supplies for the walk home...
As the titanium, 3000 ton doors closed on them, leaving them alone and isolated in this desolate area of Fiction, Pen Island. A Spy spoke out once again, stating, "Gentlemen. It seems I am not the only spy. Some have trapped us, survivors amongst the masses."
A Sniper sniffs the air around him and states, "Too right, mate. Seems like we missed a couple. That ain't good, he could be anybody here. Could've swapped clothes with a RED corpse!" An excitable Medic pointed an accusing finger at the Sniper and retorted, "How do you know this, dummkopf? Zee odds ov meesseeng ANYVUN are SLEEM! Vat does not geev us veason to kill you, Spy?!?"
A Pyro steps forward and negotiates, "Mmmph! Mmph mrrmph. Mrrmmmrmmmph mrrmph mph. MMMMPMH MRRRPM."
Everyone else in the prison nods their heads in agreement, deciding on the Pyro's well-thought out plan. They would stay alive for as long as possible... or until the traitors get them all.