Pybro

A story I felt like sharing.

 

>Be average ponyfag

>Playing some hat fortress

>Playing medic because I'm shit at hitscan and FPS in general

>Still having fun

>Start healing pyro

>Degreaser named "Pinkie Pie's Cake Froster"

>Laugh, coordinate over voice chat.

>Never fails to reflect rockets, puff & sting on heavies, blows sticky traps away, always puts me out, runs me to a health pack, etc.  Generally best pocket ever.

>Stomp the rest of the server. Pyrbo always keeps me safe, I keep him up, fire everywhere.

>Add pybro to steam friends

>Pub-stomp with pybro a few times a week.  Grow close.

>Talk all the time, video games, drinking, ponyfaggotry.

 

>Pybro is former US Army ranger, got Purple Heart in Iraq 8 years ago.

>One night, Natascha heavy snares me, get killed trying to round a corner.  Think nothing of it.

>Pybro watched me go down.  Stops moving.

>Hear him raging in voice chat. Half screaming half crying.

>Try to talk to him, he's just piss-drunk babbling.

>Gets vote kicked.

>Voice chat with him on steam.

>He's still flipping out, apologizing over and over.

>He calms down enough to be understood, turns out he got wounded trying to provide cover fire for a troop transport under attack.  Transport got destroyed anyway.

>MFW pybro had a PTSD breakdown over TF2 cause he couldn't save me.

 

>Stay friends with pybro.  No more incidents.

>Still gets drunk every night and plays hats a few times a week.

>Pretty obvious alcoholic.

>Know that feel, no IRL friends, just get drunk and hang out online.

>Get closer.  Sometimes talk on the phone when he's bored and can't game.

>Find out he's going to Everfree Northwest 2013.  I had planned to go anyways.

>A bit leery at this point, but looking forward to hanging out with pybro.

>Two drunks meeting at pony con.

>Naturally hit a bar.

>Pounding whiskey and beer for hours, just bullshitting.

>Go take a piss

>Come back, pybro is in shoving match with some random guy.

>Pulls a knife.

 

>Bouncer scared, bartenders getting the fuck out, people sitting at the bar terrified.

>Walk slowly across bar toward pybro.

>He's in fight or flight.  Eyes wild, muscles tense.

>Shouting at people about how nobody understands.

>Keep walking up to him, he faces me, still braced to fight with his knife.

>Bouncer is looking at me like I'm insane.

>Put a hand on his shoulder, tell him I do understand.

>Falls to his knees, buries his face in hands.  Sobbing like I just shot his dog.

>Try to pull him up to leave, but he fights me off.

>Say "Come on, who's your medic?  Who always takes care of you?"

>He just stares at me.

>"Come on, let's go. It's okay."

>Lets me get him on his feet, walk him out.

>Take him back to my hotel room, no clue where he's staying.

>Throw him on other bed (2 bed room was all they had), he passes out immediately.

 

>Wake up, pybro is gone.

>Go back to sleep, fucking hangovers.

>Wake up to soft knocking at the door.

>Pybro is holding something in his hands, looking sheepish.

>Thanks me for taking care of him last night, apologizes for pissing the bed (WTF)

>Hands me Fluttermedic button, hands shaking.

>We grab each other in the biggest bear hug ever.

>Stay close friends with pybro.

>Exchange gifts on holidays, advise him to see a real therapist.

>Still gets PTSD now and again, but knows how to not go off the edge.

>Smile like a proud dad every time he is able to handle it.

>MFW cartoon horses and online vidya maybe saved a life and gave me a great friend.