After being pulled through a portal into another dimension, a cosplayer who dressed up as the Demoman from Team Fortress 2 finds himself in a world that is more colorful, more happy, and more clean than his old one. He wants no part of it. So on his quest to return to his own world, he must stain the pureness of this world with the blood of the innocent... or at least that's what his possessed sword says.
In a race against time, and in an attempt to scrape together what little sanity he has left, Tavish DeGroot must brave the not so candy-coated surface of this world as he tries to get back to his family and friends. But what dark secrets lie beneath the seemingly faultless pretense of blue skies and cheerful guises this world offers at face value?
Let's go on a journey, a journey that delves deep into the hidden truths that are buried beneath the broad strokes of a deceitful brush. A journey to the side of the planet that even the sun dares not touch.

Written for the F*** THIS PROMPT contest by Verbose Mode at Rage Reviews!, which basically asked its entrants to write a Displaced fic. I hope you guys who have an aversion for the genre can give it a chance. Heck, I gave it a chance by even participating in the contest. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy the story!