Engineer is smiling. He has no eyes, and his eye-holes are bleeding. This is B-grade creepypasta material right here. I'll call it Engie.exe

Medic's glorious arms are drifting in the breeze, fluttering about like pieces of ribbon on a windy day.

Spy has green, outwardly crossed eyes and a bright pink suit and balaclava. His tie and gloves are purple, and I think he has down syndrome.

"I am crying and the Eiffel Tower has stink-lines coming off of it, did anyone OTHER than Scout put a card into the bucket?!"

For once, my username is actually fitting. Anyways, your prompt is: NyanScout is flying through space while crying hysterically.

Pyro doesn't want vegetables! Pyro wants his colorfully sugary Ballooni-O's!

Pyro is now a pile of mashed potatoes.

Spy is criticizing Sniper for having hot chocolate in his mug instead of coffee. "There are little marshmallows floating in there.", he adds

So while I wait, I start to sing, the song of my people! I know it since I was a baby! LET'S SING THE PIZZA SONG!

Medic is sitting in a field surrounded by trees overlooking mountains at sunset. Perty.

Pyro drinks the blood of his victims through a bendy straw out of a bowl.

Spy cries over a bloodshot-eyed dog that is looking up and farting powerfully.