#teamfortress fanfic

[2frosty4you]

Scorched | Chapter 2

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Pairing: Tf2 x Female Reader Words: 1754

Warnings/notes: no warnings :), only me writing accents :-:

Chapter 2 | Garage

(Y/n)’s eyes fell to darkness as the inside of the van was not lit up. Either they did this on purpose to get her to become more vulnerable or uncomfortable, or the owner of this van (the four men) was just too lazy to add in a light; a lamp would be a good addition to this mopey van. The metal beneath her was cold, and she could see the moonlight through many bullet holes littered throughout the shell of the vehicle. Staring up into them, she picked at her skin. They did not restrain her in any way, if you didn't count locking up the van so she couldn't escape whatever plans the group of men had. Though she swears that they look like they belonged to a bigger team than just the four of them. 

Hearing them chat out the front of the van raised even more questions in her mind, who were these other people? And who the hell calls their child ‘medic? ‘Scout’ was clearly the weakest of them all, in a keeping secrets sense. He was loud and talked a lot, A LOT. From making fun of the ‘Blu’s’ to poking fun at ‘Heavy’ for his driving skills. (Y/n) tapped her fingers along the metal floor, feeling the cold absorb into her skin and cause her to shiver. The least they could have done is given her a blanket or jumper to fend off the cold surrounding her. 

She could tell Heavy didn't like Scout. Even if in his low voice there was no semblance of anger in it, she could still imagine how he is crushing the steering wheel as Scout began to laugh about the Medic. He heard Scout comment that if he gripped the steering wheel harder he'd crash the van with his weight alone, the van turned as Heavy hit the boy.

“OW!! Right, you're a sensitive big baby, sorry for hurting your little feeling” Scout muttered, (y/n) heard him say, and stopped herself from laughing at his comment.

She hums softly, eyes wide open and still investigating the shell which protected the world around her from her pyromaniac fingers and eyes full of fire. Her lighter was still in her pockets, but her pocket knife was taken away from her for the safety of the men now she thinks it was just for the safety of Scout, who looked weaker than her even if he was taller and faster. But it sucked that the small blade was taken from her as it was a parting gift to her from her brother before he was sent out to war; being a man in the army forced him to fight for their country. And (Y/n) is hanging onto the hope that she sees him again and gets that knife back from Scout.

Her eyes fell back to one of the larger holes in the van, hearing the groan from the metal as a breath of wind flowed through the holes in the walls. Making her shiver as she went back into her mind, maybe these people were connected to an army of some sort, no that seems silly. They all are wearing red, even the fancy french ones. They are probably some gang that seems more reasonable, if not more terrifying. But that didn't stop her brain from making her feel like she was unstoppable and couldn't be held down, even by some gang that didn't even use weaponry of any kind, unlike the officers who were always happy to take her prisoner. A female who was unstable, what an easy room she got in that jail. 

Suddenly the van came to a harsh stop, she was shoved into the walls by the motion of parking and audibly let out a noise in pain, Scout snickered at it and (Y/n) narrowed her eyes in the dark. Finally, they got used to the darkness. Faintly seeing boxes surrounding her and a set of benches on each wall. Good thing she wasn't thrown into one of them. Heavy was kind enough not to throw her inside the van. And she felt him exit the van, the vehicle creaking under the sudden loss of weight, and it tilted to the side. Scout also exited, she heard him greet other people and greet a female. Clear by him calling her Ms Pauling, he seemed extremely enamored by her existence. And also, the sound of high heels against hard flooring was a clear giveaway. 

Then the sliding door of the van was yanked open, the sound of metal against metal made (Y/n) cringe inside from the sound. She looked forwards, staring straight at the woman she heard walking outside the van. 

“Heavy, get her out of there.” She spoke with authority in her tone, her head held high and her back so straight you couldn't even think she was in a lower position than one in power or at least an assistant to the higher power. 

Heavy then walked over, stretching into the van as (Y/n) backed up, kicking her legs in front of her trying to grip the van's flooring. Heavy still could reach into the van and grab her, god knows how tall this man was, he grabbed her ankle and dragged her forwards and lifted her out of the van and onto her feet. Her landing was wobbly, but she still could stand as the Russian man behind her still held her to ensure she wouldn't run for it at any opportunity.

“(Y/n) (L/n)?” She questioned, looking down at the clipboard in her hands and then back up at (Y/n). The woman nodded slowly. Then she looked down at her arm, clicked her pen and wrote something down quickly. (Y/n) stood there awkwardly, looking around. Scout was gone, and there was no sight of anyone else but her, Heavy and Ms Pauling.  It was eerie in addition to the dry cold air, and the sky dark with no semblance of the sun and its remnants in the moon’s light which fell onto the trio. And the lights of what seemed like a garage flashed behind Ms Pauling.

“So Ms (L/n), you have been brought here on the recommendation of higher-ups at Mann.Co. I am sure you’ve heard that name before,” She said, sounding bored and tired all in one, mixed in with her professionalism. 

“They’ve requested you to replace one of our classes due to an accident which had occurred not too long ago, and the rest is classified”, She added, moving paperwork on her clipboard, letting the metal clip snap down and echoing its sound throughout the garage. 

“O-kay”, (Y/n) replied, looking not so fond of this predicament as Ms Pauling looked at her through her eyelashes and raised an eyebrow. 

“That's all?” She questioned, (Y/n) nodded slowly. 

“What am I supposed to say? No?” She asked the woman before her. Hints of sarcasm dripped through her words as Ms Pauling sighed deeply. 

“No, otherwise you’d need to be dealt with '' She muttered, seriousness in her voice and (y/n) looked at her in confusion.

“Dealt wit-” 

“Anyway, I will be leading you to your room. And to what your role is in Teufort. The money you earn will be sent to a bank account in your name, and after the introduction, I will send you off to Medic for your respawn chip and uber” She cut (Y/n) off before she could start giving her any questions and gestured to Heavy to let her go. The large man dropped his arms and walked off, pressing a button to open a large metal garage door which he kept open for the two women behind him.

(Y/n) eyes left his figure as he disappeared behind the wall. Then her (e/c) eyes met with Ms Pauling’s green ones, reflecting an image of (y/n) in her glasses, leaving her staring at her reflection-watching face instead of paying attention to what she was saying. 

“-the medic will be intense, but you’ll get used to it, maybe” She mumbled the last word and then snapped her fingers in front of (y/n)’s face; the woman waved away the manicured hand as she blinked back into existence. 

“I was listening”, (Y/n) defended, and Ms Pauling just looked at her blankly. 

“Right, let's go” She turned around and started to walk into the garage, and the woman behind her slowly followed. She looked around as they entered, with the garage door creaking and groaning as it closed. Dust rose as the metal door closed behind (Y/n).

Beeping filled her ears suddenly as a red laser was trained on the center of her chest, she stepped back as a large machine faced her. Wiring and clicking echoed from this creation, two machine guns strapped to mechanical legs and rocket launchers above the guns. Now that seemed like overkill. (Y/n) hands went up as Ms Pauling looked at the sentry and then back at her. 

“Come on, you're not blu, so you're fine” She addressed the gun as (Y/n) looked at her as if she was crazy, blu?? What if she did wear blue what would happen?

“Okay, but if I get shot?” 

“You'd be dead already. Hurry up” She hurried the woman, and (Y/n) looked at the turret and stepped slowly after Ms Pauling, who was already out the door, which flashed a light quickly before shutting off. The door clicked when it closed behind her, locking itself automatically. 

“So that is the back entrance to the base. Here is where you’ll be staying between missions and contracts. As the rest of the team is, you all have separate rooms, and you’ll be taking over the room from the person before you,” She explained. Now in a hallway that contained six rooms, then there was another hallway that had two rooms, they looked fancier and larger than the other six.

Incessant beeping echoed from Ms Pauling's belt, a pager hung off of it. She took in a breath of air and checked it. 

“I won't be able to take you around the rest of the base. The lounge and kitchen are connected down the hall, left then forwards. Or ask Heavy” The woman then turned on her heel and went the other way, leaving (Y/n) in the hallway in front of a room with a fire emblem on the door. She turned to face the door and then back to where now Ms Pauling had disappeared off to.

‘What. the. hell.’ 

[marasiatheferret]

The introduction post about Me

Hello my name is Marasia and creator of aus, fanfics, storys, arts and fanarts.

Age: 17 y/o girl. last Third grade in secondary school (it has 3 grades) as Gardener.

Sexualitys: Lesbian and Trans?

Zodiac: Libra♎

Where I'm from: Will not say (the only person knows from tumblr is from my discord)

Colour: green, light brown and orange.

Food: Ramen, Instant noodles, spring rolls, sushi and other japanese food plus fruits: Figs, lichee, mangos, kiwis, blueberries abd blackberries.

Drinks: Arizona tea, Cappuccino, Jumi Jumi.

Hobby: Drawing, singing, sometimes dancing, writing, listening to vocaloids and other music.

Birthday: October 4

Other: Smg4 fan, Smg34 shipper.

Any pets: I had a ferret but not found (lost in 2018) her name was "Bunch".

Members from my family: I have Big sister, Big brother and I had Mother (she died in 12 April 2023). It was a hard time for me.

The things will do: Try to download Synthesizer V, streaming, singing and do covers (maybe will make my own song), make a fnaf fangame (based on fna3c au that I and liza own), 3D models, mmd, more comics, use blender more (the program).

Aus, storys and fanfics I own: FNA3C (with liza), A Blood Red Eyes, Yandere Smg3 Simulator, A Game Of Life, Not The First, IV's Barber Shop! My Beloved Corgi (with jmaknavigr), Five Nights At SMG4's: Castle Location [rewriten].

The games I play: Minecraft, VRChat on pc, yandere simulator, sims 4, hell taker, garry's mod, teamfortress 2, doki doki literature club, friday night funkin' and fnaf fangames.

On what apps and social medias I'm in: (tumblr), Wattpad, Discord, X, Reddit, Twitch and Pinterest.

Bonus: I have autism spectrum (from when I was a child), love doing fanarts for other people on socials.

That's all for now.

[i-luv-sweets]

Can you make an one-shot of spy or medic and reader going to a flower field? By the way I love your writings, here is an candy for you!

| Flower thoughts | Medic x reader x Spy

(Candy is good! Candy is sweet! I made Y/N as clumsy as can be)

Spy never really enjoyed the outdoors. However he felt a crave for it this morning. He could buy his own area and call it his personal backyard but he wanted to find somewhere untouched by humans. So after some research by some hired assistants, he found a Villa owned by someone in a very secluded. Since it was away from people he thought it wouldn’t be that bad. He parked in front of the Villa with his packed bags and when he noticed no one going to help him, he groaned. He dragged his bags to the front door and seeing as it was locked he looked around. The grass of the vas secluded area almost looked like a green sea with the wind blowing them side to side. There were multiple flowers scattered along the field as well. Some seemed to be planted in based off of the lack of sea like grass near the flowers. Though Spy hated the thought of dirt, he wanted to explore a bit. Taking a few steps into the field he almost felt bad for stepping in such a beautiful place. There was a few trees also littered around the  area as well. Striding towards the closest tree he overheard someone humming. Taking a look at the person humming, he saw you sitting by the tree and drawing the large field in front of you. Looking at your features, he noticed you having earphones on. Possibly the reason why you couldn’t hear him call for you. He rolled his eyes at the thought. You must’ve been those unprofessional types of people. You had soft locks of H/C hair, and nice skin despite the multiple scrapes and small cuts, your E/C eyes focused on the sketchbook you held to yourself. Lawrence was now leaning over you and watching you sketch. The sketchbook that you held, had such detailed drawings of the field. You added your own touch to it as well though. Such as adding more vibrant colors to the grass and flowers, drawing a few animals as well. Starting to notice that he was staring he shook his head. Tapping your shoulder you looked up at him took out your earphones. “Sorry about that, are you Lawrence perhaps?” You asked with a sweet smile and closing up your sketchbook. Spy nodded and helped you stand up as you grabbed your drawing materials. “ Oui, and zhe front door eez locked.” He said now returning to his serious and stoic face. You gasped and gave him a shy smile. “I am so sorry, let me help you right away.” You said now leading him back to the villa. Once you reached the homey building, your grabbed his bags and unlocked the door. The inside of the villa was nothing short of cozy. There was a bar, kitchen, livingroom, and a lower bathroom. There was also a small stairway leading to a bed with a large glass window showing the flower field and an upper bathroom near it. Spy hummed in approval at what he saw. It wasn’t the best place he stayed at, but it wasn’t the worst either. “This ‘ill do, ‘ou are excused.” He said as you nodded and gave him the keys. Heading back to your own small house nearby, you settled in on the couch. Your new visitor wasn’t the nicest but he did seem like the business type. Sighing you looked at the clock above your living room. It was around 11 O’clock. You might as well get on with cooking the man some lunch. Heading to your kitchen you started making some soup and steak.  While you were cooking your food you accidentally cut your hand while slicing the meat. You were very accident prone so this wasn’t really new to you. Going to your medical drawer you went to bandage it up. The cut wasn’t that deep so no need to go to the hospital. After you bandaged the wound, you continued your work.  As the clock hit 12 O’Clock you put the food and drink on a tray and walked over to Lawrence's villa. Knocking on the door you were met with him looking at you slightly annoyed. “I made you some lunch. I hope it’s not too bad.” You said laughing a bit at your joke. He rolled his eyes and took the tray before closing the door on you. Well he wasn't the worst visitor honestly. Walking back to your small house you realized that you have to deal with him for a whole ass month. At least you’d get a good pay afterwards. Over the first week Spy honestly enjoyed your company. Well, the short company that you’d give him since he never conversated much. But he did notice that you would get a new bruise or cut every day. It was almost worrying to him. But seeing as you had no effect to it, he never spoke up. It wasn’t until the day where you didn’t show up to deliver his food like usual made him worry. Taking a short walk to your home, he knocked the door. Hearing shuffling from the otherside he assumed you were alright. But seeing you open the door with a large deep cut on your arm changed his mind. His eyes widened before he took your uninjured hand and led you to his car. Grabbing a towel he handed it to you and tied it around your wound tightly to stop the bleeding. “Why are you helping? You never cared before.” You asked holding in some tears of pain as he tied the cloth. He huffed and took off his gloves before starting to drive away from the secluded area and heading for the nearest hospital. “ Oui, I do not show I care. But i am just spoiled not cruel.” He said keeping his eyes on the road. Honestly Spy could’ve cared less if you weren’t at the villa. It was probably because of the hospitality that you gave him despite his attempts to shoo you away. He might as well return your hospitality by driving you to the hospital. As you entered the emergency room Spy caught a glimpse of someone familiar. “Doctor?” He asked making Medic turn his way and wave. “Hallo mein fruend! Vhy are jou here?” He asked you before Spy pointed at you assuming that Medic was talking to him.. “Introductions must come later docter. Attend to zhis...belle...fille.” He muttered the last part unsure if it was ok to call you that. Ludwig nodded and gently placed a hand on your back leading you to a room. “Ja, follow me frau. Ich vill take care of jou.” He said smiling and sitting you down. Gently taking off the cloth he inspected the wound. “Nicht gut, now how did jou get zhis mein fruend?” He asked heading over to grab some alcohol. You laughed nervously. “Sorry Dr.Ludwig I was making Mr.Lawrence’s food for lunch and kinda messed around with the knife too much.” Medic rolled his eyes as he turned away from you. Of course Spy was the cause of hurting you. In all honesty Medic saw you multiple times when he visited the area. You were his first patient when he visited. Originally he was going to extract someone’s heart to test out his new uber charge but you changed his mind. You were always hurt and only visited when you were badly injured. He offered to take you home one day because he was curious. He absolutely loved the flower field at your home. It was so wide and so full of life. So perfect for hiding bodies in when no one was looking. Especially since no one visited much! But after you invited him to stay for dinner once, he was hooked to you. So sweet, so fragile, so clumsy. You were just so cute when you came to him hurt and he’d make you feel better. He just never got much time with you since you’d leave immediately after he treated you. Always saying you can handle things on your own. Turning around Medic gave you a smile and sat close to you. “Zhis vill hurt a bit mein kleine hase.” You gave a smile back and shrugged. “I’ll be fine, you know that we’ve done this so many times. i’m used to it.” You spoke as he nodded and poured the liquid on your wound. Hissing a bit you faked an ok smile. “Anyways, you really gotta tell my why you always call me little bunny.” You commented randomly trying to distract yourself from the pain. The german chuckled and got a needle and string to stitch the wound up. “Because jou are small und bunnies live in jour field ja?” He asked gently grasping your arm and sewing the wound. You teared up at the pain and gritted your teeth. “Yeah, makes sense now.” You said tapping your foot to try and bear the pain. Medic stopped sewing up the wound and bandaged it up carefully. “Thanks doc, see you next time!” You said walking out of the room with Spy standing outside. “Are ‘ou ready to go back?” He asked making you nod. Ludwig sped walked to you two. “Actually ich vould like to come zhis time Y/N. It vould be best if jou had a docter vith a vound like zhat.” He said standing next to you. He secretly hoped that you agreed. You didn’t need him near, but he wanted an excuse to be with you instead of the frenchman. Sighing you looked at Lawrence. “For once I have to agree with my doctor. Do you have room in your car?” You asked him. Spy mentally groaned and nodded his head. As you stepped out of the car, Medic had a gleeful look on his face. “Oh ich missed zhis place. So Wunderbar ja?” He asked looking at you and helping you to your house. “Yeah it is pretty nice. Thankfully I never got old of it.” You spoke while Lawrence locked his car and followed behind. Spy’s thoughts were slowly filling up his brain. You knew Medic? How long did you know him? Didn’t you know what a crazed man he was? However spy shook his head. He should be caring, it’s not like he was your boyfriend. Well wasn’t he thinking like a jealous school boy. Groaning audibly he walked to your house and opened the door for you. “Thanks Lawrence. Now i’ll get started on dinner.” You said now marching to the kitchen. Medic stopped you and sat you on the couch. “Nein, Vhy don’t jou learn? Jour hurt. Let mich.” He said firmly as you just sat down and nodded. Spy followed Medic into your kitchen and decided to help. As the german saw Spy enter the kitchen he chuckled. “Oh? Jou never cook herr Spy, vhat makes jou vant to now?” Ludwig stopped talking when spy made a cut it out motion. “Don’t call me by zhat name when I am on vacation. In fact, while both of us are on vacation” He said leaning at the side of the counter. “Ah zhen ich assume jou vant to know about vhy i’m here?” All the frenchman did was nod in response. The german giggled manically as he got out ingredients for chicken soup. “Vell ich came to get hearts to test out zhe uber charge, vant to test it out?” “Non.” “Ok, vell before ich could find anyone to extract a heart from. Ich met Y/N, und such a clumsy und fragile kleine hase she vas.” He said smiling and chopping up the vegetables. Spy helped fill up the pot with water. The Frenchman put the pot on the stove and hummed. “eet seemz as if jou are smitten vith ‘er.” He spoke taking out his cigar packet before Medic slapped it out of his hands. “Nicht good for zhe patient! But ja, ich am a bit smitten. But who vouldn’t ja? She has such a nice place to live, und so many animal organs around.” Medic said all giddy before a flutter of feathers was heard in the living room.

“Aww hey there little guy.” Medic stopped putting things in the pot to go over and check on you. Only to find a familiar white dove sitting on your finger. “Archimedes! Jou are supposed to be at zhe hotel!” He said making the white feathered bird fly towards him. “It’s ok, they’re such a cutie.” You said smiling. Spy walked over to you hand handed you a glass of water. “Thanks Lawrence, sorry to bother you by the way. You can head back to your villa.” You said kicking your legs a bit while sitting. Spy sighed and sat next to you. “I ‘ave not been kind to jou. It would be best if I tried to be nicer.” He said as the sounds of Medic scolding his bird went on in the background. You laughed at his change of demeanor and gave him a smile. “Well thank you for coming around the. I hope we have a lovely month together.” You said as he mirrored you with a smaller smile. “ Oui, I hope so as well.” (Part 2 will come out soon)

[spuffyfet]

Demoman x Reader

note: This is kinda sad and I kinda just quickly did it so its not too well put together, but I tried 🤷‍♂️

Note: Also I feel like this is kinda cringey but whatever

This is for you @tf2xreader and @cyxxxx

Finally! You get to go see Demo. It had been a few years since you saw him...but that didnt matter now, you finally get to be reunited with him. "Yes here please." You said to the taxi driver. "Here? Its in the middle of nowhere?" The taxi driver said with an eyebrow raised. You nodded and the taxi driver shrugged, getting out to open the door for you. You smiled at the taxi driver, and started walking towards the RED/BLU base. When you finally got there, you knocked on the door and paitently waited for an answer. You were suprised to see a very tall and...well large man open the door. He looked down at you, "Da?" He said. You stood there, looking at him for a moment, before clesring your throat, "Uh, is Tavish-er I mean Demo here?" You asked excitedly. The man was quiet for a moment before nodding, "Yes, one moment." He said, walking back into the base. You waited there, fidgeting with your ring. It was a little ring Tavish had given you. It wasnt a proposal ring, more like a promise ring. Finally you heard a voice. You looked up, you recognized the voice. "Aye lassie?" Demo said when he got to the door of the base. You smiled and ran to hug him, and he stood there awkwardly. "I-er-" He stuttered confused. "Can I help you lad?" He asked, looking at you. You looked up at him, "Tavish, its me!" You said, pulling away from the hug, kind of confused, but figured he probably just needed a little push in memory. "..." he stayed silent, obviously confused. You felt your heart drop. "D-dont you remember me?" You asked, looking up at him, a little bit of sadness and confusion in your eyes. "Im afraid I dont, lass." He said, scratching the back of his neck. You could hear footsteps tun in and looked up. You saw a man with black hair and glasses. He had a little bird on his shoulder. Covered in blood. You chose to just ignore that. The man walked to you and said, "Oh uh hello!" With a little wave. You didnt answer. "I assume youve met Demo?" The man said, he seemed to have a German accent. "Uh yeah...im his partner." You muttered, looking at the ground. Medic winced a little. Demo stood there, "Uh, who are you again?" He asked, still confused. He looked at his scrumpy. "Im too sober for this..." He muttered, walking off for a moment. You almost cried when you heard that. You felt everything in you just...shatter. You looked at the ground. Medic sighed and put a hanf on your shoulder. "Hey, dont vorry, its not his fault he doesnt remember jou." He said. You looked up at him, "Wait what?" You said confused. "Aheh, vell uh- I uh, may have...heh, you know, done a little bit of brain scooping on zhe Demoman." You looked confused. "He kept asking for a new eye, and, vell, his eye is a little...vell haunted." He said with a little embarrassed chuckle. You looked up at him, "You did what?" You said, almost seeming a little mad. "Tavish doesnt remember me because of that?" You said, your heart breaking. Medic looked at you, "Look...zhere vasnt anyzhing else I could do." He muttered. "Im sorry." He muttered. You walked away from Medic and in the direction of where Demo had gone. When you saw him again, you saw him sitting on a couch, drinking scrumpy. You almost cried on the spot. The one man you had truly loved...gone. Demo looked up abd waved at you in a friendly manner. You gave a little smile, holding back you emotions, waving a little bit back. Demo went back to his scrumpy, stumbling around a little bit. You looked at him, feeling weak. Weaker than you had felt in a long time. You looked at your lost love, wondering if you could ever get him back.

(Note: So guys, tell me if I did anything wrong, like did I do Demo right and such, gimme that constructive feedback :>)

[aesthetictrashcan66]

A request...

I never really post these kinds of things on here,but i’m sure i’ll regret it later; 

You see,i don’t know much writers on here to make requests to but...would anybody be interested in writing a short Scout x reader fanfic where the reader is very insecure about her appearance and Scout cheers her up in the most heartwarming way? 

The request is sorta based on myself,i’ve kinda been having those days for some time...but,if somebody does manage to write it i’d be very happy! Feel free to tag me in it!                                                                                         

I hope this isn’t too much to ask for though--                                                      

[chaoticstanley]

So.... I’m writing a tf2 fanfic about a magical girl coming from another dimension to live with the mercs for awhile. I plan to adapt this into an animated series years later on youtube. This is something I have been brainstorming since I was 13. So, you can see why it’s so self-indulgent and awful.

Here is the link for the outline: https://docs.google.com/document/d/12DCpRCDPSKsn9Qx2e_cyibkkq5rO-ejLIfJpvOQHOCY/edit?usp=sharing

[2frosty4you]

Scorched | Chapter 4

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Chapter 3 | Chapter 5

Pairing: Tf2 x Female Reader Words: 1406

Warnings/notes: I write accents, mentions of scars on you, you're being operated on but you arent awake for it, medic tf2.

Chapter 4 | My room

(Y/n) looked at the doctor like he was a madman, and based on the appearance of the room she was in he definitely was one. 

“Huh?” Was the only word she got out before he dramatically drew back curtains to reveal a surgery table, with a large piece of machinery hooked up on the ceiling pointing down at the center of the table. 

“So I can do ze surgery?” He said like she was stupid, and (Y/n) still just looked at the table in disbelief. “Ohh” She nodded like she understood this and looked at him. 

“Wait, like topless?” 

“Ja, I need to access your heart for ze surgery” He then went to the other side of the room to open the cabinet and take out objects and a large blue container. (Y/n) awkwardly stood there and stepped slightly to the side towards the table. ‘okayyy..’ she thought. 

“I can azure you zhat you would have nothing I haven't seen before,” He said, humming to himself and adjusting his glasses. She nodded to his words, her skin was scarred, but she wasn't uncomfortable having them on show. But having to be topless for surgery, she was basically forced to have to stay alive? That gave her many icks. 

“Do I need to be topless?” She asked, Medic now had all his instruments, and he pulled closer to him and placed all those basic things on there, with the addition of a large bone saw. 

“Anyzhing you need on you can keep. Again I need to access zour heart”, (Y/n) hooked her hands under her shirt and took it off, grumbling to herself as she neatly folded it and placed it on the surgery table. Then she hopped up onto it. 

“Vell? Lay down frau” He flicked a switch on the machinery she was looking at before making her look at it in confusion. Medic saw her face and laughed, lightly hitting the machine. 

“Zhis is the Medi Gun, it will keep you alive in battle and keep you living here” He seemed proud to have someone interested in his machinery and the mechanics that keep the team alive. 

“Aight.” (Y/n) mumbled under their breath, she laid down on the cold table. Picking at the scarred skin on their stomach as the medic hummed along a small tune while picking up a small bottle and a needle. (Y/n) tightened their jaw, looking at it. 

“Now, zhankfully for you, we have somezhing so you aren't avake during zhe procedure” He plunged the needle into the bottle’s top and drew out some of the liquid. 

“It's of my own creation, so it’ll vork perfectly” He grinned, placing the bottle down and tapping the side of the needle, letting some of the liquid out to ensure no air bubbles. He grabbed (Y/n)’s arm with more gentleness than she expected from the man. And lifted her forearm closer to him. Pressing down onto the skin, he carefully pressed the needle into her skin, (Y/n) sucked in air at the needle’s intrusion.

 As the drug entered their body (Y/n), they felt a sudden weightlessness and saw a soft red beam connected to her body, soothing the feeling of the needle leaving her skin. She looked at it, slowly blinking as she was fuzzy in her head. The machine make it feel like there was a soft crackling in her ears as she hummed softly, shutting her eyes and falling asleep.

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(Y/n) woke slowly, still tired even if she had just been in a medically induced sleep. She rose onto her elbows. Blinking and looking around the room. The red curtains surrounding the table had been drawn shut, and she was now resting on a bed instead of the surgery table. They were about to fall back to sleep before Medic dramatically opened the curtains. 

“Ah! You're avake!” He exclaimed, clapping and walking to the side of the bed. 

“Are you feeling alright? No pain?” 

“Aughh, let me sleep” She raised a hand, waving it in his face, though it didnt make contact as he chuckled at her behaviour. 

“Zhe drug does have a chance to do that to you”, (Y/n) pulled the blanket over her eyes. 

“I'm Sleeping”

“Ja Ja Frau, but you should sleep in zour own bed” She groaned at those words, peaking her eyes out of the blanket. 

“That's too far for me” She muttered, turning away from the German doctor, who shook his head at her actions.

 “Jou really are like Pyro” , He mumbled under his breath, but she clearly heard him. Slowly turning over on the bed to face him, she sat up. He crashed her carefree mood, ruining whatever relaxation she had around him.

 “I, I’m going to my room” She revered her answer and (Y/n) pushed away the blanket. Apparently, he had put her shirt on while also moving her to this other bed.

She moved past him. She didn't want to be compared to this other person, they were dead. What good is that going to get them if people start to compare her with a dead person? What if this person before them was one of those weird people, and she was being compared to them, and they were doing the same things? 

She pushed the door of the room open. The dry air fills her nose and face as the climate between the Medic’s room, and the outside area(What she assumes to be the rest of the base) is dryer and warmer. Just how she likes it. Walking down the same hallway, she came through before this ‘surgery’ and to the dreaded lounge area. But now no one was there. 

No one was at the table, but  only a single piece of paper lay on the table's edge. Clearly, this was meant for her to take.

They walked closer to it, seeing the word written on the top. 

‘(Y/n)’

‘Weird.’ She mumbled, picking up the note.

It was on those really light and flimsy pieces of lined paper. Clearly ripped out of a journal or notebook as the left edge was all torn and messy, it was folded, so the third holding her name was at the top, and the note was securely folded underneath it. (Y/n) looked down at it, then flipped the top piece up and the bottom folded down. The writing was horrible. Almost all of the words were misspelt, and the writing was clearly crooked. Whoever wrote this couldn't do basic English, and neither could they write between the lines.

(Y/n) furrowed her eyebrows and refolded the letter, not reading too far except for a few words of ‘Welcome’, ‘Better not be insane’ and ‘fireproof’. 

Gripping it she walked away, holding it tight enough for it to crease. Now before ‘her’ door, she turned the doorknob and pushed the door. 

’Time to sleep on a skinless mattress.’ She thought, giving a little sarcastic ‘ yayyy’ , until her eyes fell on the room, her bed. It was HER BED . No one's old bed. It was the one from her home. She smiled with glee, and next to the door to her left was a table, not hers, but she'll accept it. 

(Y/n) stepped into the room and looked around. The walls had been repainted a nice cream colour, her bed in the same spot as the older one and her wardrobe in the opposite corner in a nook in the wall clearly for her wardrobe, but next to it was a door she didn't see before. Walking to it she opened it and peered in. 

A BATHROOM??? HER OWN PRIVATE BATHROOM??? 

She was feeling a little better now, knowing she wouldn't have to use the same bathroom as eight other men. She smiled and turned around to see her backpack on the floor. A nice (f/c) backpack that she used to hold all her fireworks and fire starters. (Y/n) clapped in excitement and knelt down, and opened it up. All her babies were in there, the classic firecracker and a few of her own creations. She pulled out blueprints she had been working on before and placed them on the table above the backpack. She zipped it up and stood to her feet. 

She was feeling better, and not even another man could ruin her day. 

Knock, Knock , Knock

‘Fuck’

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Scorched | Chapter 5

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Chapter 5 | Bots

She was wrong, another man could ruin her day.

Now she was looking at the door, she didn't want to walk over and open it. (Y/n) wanted to sleep off the surgery.

“Are you sleepin’ darl, if so i can come back tomorrow” A southern accent spoke from outside the door. Something about his words made her smile, which she quickly wiped off to open the door wide. “Hello?” She asked. There stood one of the mercenaries. He had a yellow helmet in his hands, a glove on one of those hands. A red undershirt and brown overalls. Looking through the goggles which were over his eyes he smiled and stuck out the non-gloved hand for a handshake.

“Welcome to the team, I didn't have time to greet yah before” His accent still made her smile inwardly as whatever words he spoke sounded so much nicer. Like they were covered in honey and sugar. “Oh, uh thank you” She shook his hand and then he handed her a rectangular tupperware container. “Since ya weren't at dinner I saved some for ya” He smiled and (Y/n) took the tupperware in one hand. “Thank you, uhh?” “Oh my apologies, name’s Dell Conagher, but you’ll be callin’ me Engineer” He did a small bow in her direction, and (Y/n) gave a soft smile. “(Y/n), it's nice to meet you Engineer” She looked at the food in the container.

“What’d you make?” They questioned, moving the container to her eye level to try and make out what he put inside the container, he chuckled at her actions. “Well, it was a slice of lasagna, now it looks like a container of pasta” Dell joked, smiling at the woman, (Y/n) lowed the container but gave him a smile. “Thank you, Dell.” She was the softest she has been in a while, and even if this man was nice and she felt calm near him her energy was running out. “Oh, not to forget this quickly.” He placed a fork and knife wrapped in a few napkins on the container in her hands. “Anyway Darl, you get some rest after you eat. I’ll see you out on the field tomorrow” He waved to her as he turned around, humming a tune as (Y/n) face became confused. Battlefield? Tomorrow? Miss Pauling didn’t tell her anything or even send her a letter or message or anything about it.

(Y/n) shut the door. Looking into the wood as her brain sent her back into rambling thoughts. If this was a battlefield who were they fighting? Would it be some other organization or gang that was out for this team of various strange men? (Apart from Dell). (Y/n) placed the food onto the table, moving away the various blueprints she had laid out beforehand. Turning on the lamp she sat down. The chair was comfortable enough to deal with, and the lamp gave off a nice strong beam of light onto the workspace. Cracking open the container she smelt the lasagna and her mouth watered, oh how she missed the classic family dinners.

Digging into the meal her comfort only increased, she was happily eating a family dinner, even if alone in her room, while looking at her firework blueprints. One included a large double barrel firework launcher which would have the ability to shoot carefully selected fireworks from the barrels and use them like explosives instead of simple decorations or celebratory memorabilia. Maybe Dell could aid her? If he really was an engineer in this team he could maybe take these and acutally tell her if theyre possible to be made. She then heard the sound of metal hitting plastic. Looking down she found an empty container.

“Oh, how’d I finish it all without noticing..” She mumbled to herself. Closing the lid with the used napkins and cutlery inside. Placing it on her desk far from the edge. She then yawned, stretching her arms up while arching her back. Now smacking her lips together as she stood up, pushing in the chair and turning off the light. (Y/n) walked over to the closet and looked around it, inside was her clothes but a fireproof suit hung up at the left end of it, she paused staring into it as she grapped some of her old clothes.

Changing into the more loose clothing she folded her removed clothing and placed it on the desk. Now moving into her bed she laid back in it and stared at the room, glow in the dark stars littered the ceiling, it was …. comforting to have something that childish in a strange place. She rolled to have her back against the wall and closed her eyes to be lifted into a dreamless sleep.

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“MAGGOTS!” A loud voice boomed through the hall behind her door, large footsteps now echoing along side the voice as the man who belonged to this loud, annoying exclamation stopped at her door. (Y/n) cracked her eyes open, squinting them as the man now knocked on her door. She groaned, moving the blankets off her and shuffling to the door. The knocking was getting louder and she was getting annoyed.

“What-“ Was what she could only get out before she came face to chest with a tall man, a helmet resting on his head with a red uniform, two straps with grenades on them as he held his hand up, about to knock again. “Miss.” He began, now stepping back slightly to give her an electronic device, it looked like a thick brick, metallic gray with an even darker reflective screen. It reflected her tired face on it. “Miss Pauling ordered me to deliver this to you” He explained, nudging her to take it. A little aggressive as she took the device. “Wha,, what even is this?” She asked, the device weighed a good amount as she turned it over to check it out. Large words marked the back of it.

‘MANN.CO’

She hummed, and almost dropped it as it turned on. “Hello, Pauling here” Miss Pauling’s voice wasn’t clear, but understandable as she looked at the screen. Miss Pauling’s face stared at the woman. “Hey?” (Y/n) answered, now looked back to the man who stood there stiff, as if waiting for an order. “Miss (L/n), good to know Soldier actually delivered this in one piece” She spoke in a bland tone, (Y/n) could hear the tiredness in her voice as the woman nodded now knowing his name. “Okay Soldier you can leave now” She added, the man saluted and marched off, banging on the door a few metres from hers, which was met with the yells of a younger sounding man. “Okay (L/n), you won't be put into real battle today, you’ll be against some bots so we know you’re not a lost cause” The purple woman addressed, looking down at a clipboard, then moving some papers around.

“Okay, that seems simple” (Y/n) softly muttered out, now closing her door. “What do I need?” “There should be a fireproof suit in your closet tailored to your measurements, a pair of black boots and a gas mask. Put them on and wait till Heavy gets you.” She ordered, (Y/n) slowly nodded along with the words and heard a noise of the ‘call’ ending. She placed the device onto her bed, now looking down at her clothes she wondered for a second. ‘What do people wear under fireproof suits?’ She thought, opening the closet door and taking out the suit, and the boots. She then spied a beige tank top and black bicycle shorts. ‘That should work’ She hummed, taking out all this clothing and moving it onto her bed. First taking off her sleeping clothes to replace it with the tank top, bicycle shorts and a pair of socks.

She put on the fireproof suit, zipped it up and put on the boots. They felt strong, steel capped even. She looked at her hands, something was missing, she walked back to the closet and rummaged through it until she found a pair of large rubber gloves, they were black with yellow fingers and a yellow band around the end of them. She also saw the gas mask Miss Pauling was talking about. Then she heard a heavy knock at her door, she walked to the door and opened it to see heavy standing there, a gruff look on his face. “Litle (Y/n) almost ready?” He asked, and she nodded quickly, now putting on the gloves, and taking the Device from her desk. She held the mask in her hands, not putting it on yet. “Okay I’m ready, where are we going?” “Practice room” He stated as they walked. Now going past many men, Soldier; who gave her the device that Heavy has told her is called a ‘ConTracker’. Medic, who looked extremely sleep deprived as he chewed on his blue pen. Engineer, who hummed to himself while cooking breakfast, a delicious smell of bacon and eggs wafting into her nose made her drool slightly.

She didn’t see scout, but saw Sniper who was drinking from a mug with the words “#1 Sniper’ written on it with large red letters. Another man was face down on the table, she thinks this was the one who saw her yesterday sneaking to the medic's clinic. Spy was nowhere to be seen, thank god.

Then Heavy opened two large metal doors, bright light beaming into her face, she covered her eyes with a gloved hand. She looked around, large metallic bots which looked like the Russian man before her laid motionless, more littered around, all looking like the various men around her. But they were… blue.

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Scorched | Chapter 3

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Chapter 3 | Stranger's Room

Now that (Y/n) was left alone in front of the door she took a single step forwards and turned the handle on the door, hearing the sound of the handle squeaking as it allowed her entrance into this stranger’s room. Now pushing it open with the handle she peered in, feeling for a switch on the wall and flipping it on. Blinking as the bright light filled her eyes, making her cover them for a moment as it was a large contrast between the hallway’s light and the room’s. Finally moving the hand away she could see the inside of her new room.

The walls had random pits of dark remnants of burnings and various random brush strokes of bright pink covered the walls. There was no furniture, except for a new single bed which sat in the right corner of the room, no blankets on it as it was left with its bare skeleton of wood and a basic white mattress settling on it. “What the-” (Y/n) muttered to herself, letting her feet take her into the room and turning behind her. The door was pink, the side which faced the room at least. Whoever’s room this was loved pink or seemed to.

“You seemed confused fille”

(Y/n) head slowly turned, and she knew who that voice belonged to. “You.” She muttered, narrowing her eyes at him. The tall Frenchman stood there, holding a lit cigarette in two fingers while using his other arm as an armrest. “Me?” He asked her while raising an eyebrow, and she stood there in the empty room, looking at him like he had just broken into her room while having a moment. “Who else would I be talking about? Why am I here, in this room, no less” She questioned, looking at the burn marks and pink paint. “Didn't Miss Pauling tell ‘ou?” “No? She had to do other stuff.”

“Hm,” He left off, taking out a folder and throwing it at her. (Y/n) fumbled but caught it, some photos falling out as the folder lay in her hands. She bent down to pick them up and opened the folder. ‘OFFENSIVE CLASS PYROTECHNIAN (PYRO)’ The title wrote in a large bold font, and (Y/n) looked at it and placed the photos in, getting a look at the polaroids, which had photos of a person inside a fireproof suit. She stood back up and backed onto the bed to sit and read the information in the folder. Holding it with a heavy grip, she looked through the words, skimming at most to read some words like ‘insane’, ‘mentally unfit to work’ and ‘addicted to fire starting'. Ruffing through the papers, she came to the last one, which had an incident report form.

“Ze man before ‘ou had died while respawn was turned off. 'Orrible, but it happens,” The Frenchman explained to her. Now stepping into the room, (Y/n) look at him with a confused face, holding a photo of the ‘pyro’ alongside a group of men. She could see the Frenchman there and heavy. They all looked so happy, but they couldn't tell what pyro felt behind the gas mask.

“He was a mystery, and only medic knew what was behind that mask” Spy took a drag from the cigarette between his lips, (Y/n) placed all the photos back into the folder. And then punished the dammed information sack away from her spot on the bed. “So I’m expected to take over his place? I've never really fought, I just like burning down houses, not shooting people,” She stressed, looking at the folder, and Spy stood still, staring down at her. He knew why she was here but didn't want to tell her. Why would he even bother telling her, she wouldn't understand something that complex if she couldn't shoot a gun.

She looked at him and threw the folder his way. “If you’re going to stand there, get out”, She grumbled, wanting to be alone to soak in whatever this group or company wanted from her. He caught the folder with ease and walked out. Shutting the door behind him. (Y/n) sat there, eyes focused on the door.

After some time, (Y/n) stood up from the bed, walked over to the door and took a breath in she twisted the doorknob and pulled the door open. Poking her head from the room, she looked around and took one step out of the stranger’s room, her room. Closing the door, she looked up and saw the metallic emblem shining in the dim hallway, a soft glare on her eyes.

‘Okay, know what did Ms Pauling say, down to the right or left?’ She stood there looking down at each side in confusion. God, she didn't remember what the woman had told her to do. ‘Okay okay, let's see uhhh, we walked in through the right, so it must be left then’ She thought, taking off in that direction, hearing the sound of laughing and yelling down the hall. She slowed her walking and stepped slightly forwards when she saw a group of men all around a rectangular table. She looked over them. All wore red she could clearly see heavy laughing the loudest, no sign of the spy, but she could see the two other men who had taken her sitting at the table, the taller bean poll looking one sat holding a bunch of cards and grumbling to himself while scout threw all his down yelling about ‘soldier’ cheating or something.

She assumed it was the man with the helmet covering almost his entire face who stood up suddenly, making his chair fall backwards with an unsavoury screech on the metal. She stood there uncomfortably, making if she got her pocket knife shed feel safer, but even if she had her lighter, nothing about this group, aside from heavy, made her feel safe. She slowly slinked around the corner and silently walked along the wall towards another hallway. She swears the one with an eye-patch saw her. They stared at one another before she took off down the hallway. Not bolting but quicker than how she was creeping towards it. ‘So I need to get a respawn chip and ubercharge? What the hell did ms Pauling even say’ She then turned another corner, and there stood double doors, with around eight chairs around it, four resting along either wall.

She stopped at the door and looked up through the window, it was blurry, and she couldn't see anything clearly, only the figure of a person rushing around the room with a flurry of white surrounding him. She stepped back slightly, then hovered her hand over the door, curling her hand up and knocking on the door, two hits to the door. Then she heard shouting, swearing is what (Y/n) presumed was being said as the sound of heavy boots against the floor came closer to the double doors, she backed up quickly before they were thrown open. “VHAT DID I TELL YOU IDIOTZ” He shouted, looking around to see who had knocked while he was getting ready for surgery. Then he looked down, (Y/n) smiled awarkely. “Hiiiiii....”, She drawled out, giving him a small wave. He lowered his arms. “You are the new pyro, ja?” He asked, and she nodded. He straightened his back and moved to the side. “You may enter then” (Y/n) walked forwards quickly, entering the doctor's(?) room. He closed the doors behind him and clapped his hands together. “Vell let's get this started.” He said happily, with a big grin on his face.

“Take off your shirt and get on the table.”