Duplicated

Dragonll237

8/20/17

Team Fortress 2

(This is my first TF2 fanfic and I really would like people's inspiration to write it. It is a new fanbase I am getting into and I am not entirely sure how to approach it, so this is what I came up with. PS: I suck at accents . ~Dragon)

~~~1~~~

"Alright, we're about at the RED base. It's just three more miles up the road. You are under strict contract and considering where we found you, it would be best not to break it. There are strict restrictions to befriending the enemy team of BLU and any connection other than on the battlefield will be punished. Now remember, this is the first time a person of the team has been replaced with a new recruit so don't be too offended if you are not welcomed instantly by your new teammates. The engineer might not be happy to replace his pyro, but you will make do. Do you have any questions before I drop you off?" Miss Pauling ran through the points she must have memorized for nights.

"No, Miss Pauling. Thank you," the man that sat next to the girl replied. He pulled the gas mask over his head, knowing that it would remain there for a very long time.

"I'm going to drop you off and I'll have to leave right away. The Administrator needs me to check everything off the check list before 3 a.m. and I am running late on time. The Scout will be waiting for you when we arrive. He'll introduce you to the rest of the team. Talk to the team about how things work in RED, I'm sure the Scout or the Medic would gladly explain the system to you."

The black car pulled up to the only fenced off area for seventy miles, a skinny man waiting impatiently at the open gate. As soon as the door opened, the skinny man in red ran up to the car and started blabbing on about something to Miss Pauling. He leaned against the car, asking about her day and if she had any free time. It was obvious to the new merc that the man was trying to hook up with the woman.

Miss Pauling calmly inhaled before replying to the skinny RED man, "No, Scout, I have a lot of work to do for the Administrator. I just came to drop off your new Pyro. Speaking of, let them get out of the car and introduce them to the team."

"Yeah, okay. So dat's a later den," the Scout responded before backing away so the Pyro could get out of the black car. "It was great seein' ya Miss Pauling."

"Berrr mrimph phawimph," the Pyro added as the car door closed and the black taxi sped away down the dusty desert road.

"So, hey der'. You're da new guy so, I'm da Scout. Nice ta meetcha," Scout held out his bandaged hand towards his new teammate who took it in a handshake. The mumbles that came through the mask made the Scout raise an eyebrow but shrugged it off by pulling the hand he still held towards the large wooden building that was the RED base. As soon as Scout burst through the doors to what seemed to be the lounge area, he yelled to the mercs there: "'Ey, guys! Da new Pyro's 'ere!"

A mixture of greeting came from the men sitting around on the chairs and couches. Soon Scout began chatting fluidly about each merc as Pyro tried to follow along with what the Scout was saying. Soon the Pyro got confused on what the Scout was talking about and noticed that the rest of the men in the room were ignoring the seeming young man. He noted that Scout was the youngest of the group and obviously full of energy the other men could not meet.

The Demoman approached the new Pyro and slurred, "'Ey, laddy. If ye need anythin', come ta me. If ye care fer a drink, I got plenty. De last Pyro didn't drink, but you'll be different, aye?"

Pyro didn't know how to reply to the last bit, but nodded to the Demo's offer. It seemed like the Demo was very accepting of having a new teammate, maybe because he did not get along well with the previous one? Pyro made a mental note to ask about that when he became comfortable with his teammates.

"Hallo there mein friend, I am zuper excited to get vorking on you. I mean, vith you. Yes, having a new slate in ze team vill do us all good. Vhat do you zink, Heavy?" a german accent rang through Pyro's mask from what he believed was addressed as Medic from the Scout.

"Maybe, doktor. I am not sure. This Pyro is a much leettler man," the large russian accent man boomed, moving a chess piece across the board in front of him after staring at the Pyro intently.

"As long as he is a true American!" a man screamed from digging in the mini fridge in the room. He brought a piece of cheese out and shoveled it into his mouth.

"Wee akewawee," Pyro began but Scout's hand shot up to his mask before he could continue.

"Yeah, silly Pyro. Of course they're American. We all are, right guys?" Scout laughed nervously. Something about the fit guy with a helmet bowl on his head made the team frightened about not originating from America. Pyro didn't want to correct Scout if the guy was scared for a reason.

The Soldier man that seemed much more intimidating than the rest of the team approached. He slapped Pyro's back and cheered, "Good on ya, Soldier! Welcome to the team! If you ever find some hippies, invite me over! We can beat the sh*t outta them together!"

Pyro laughed nervously as the Soldier walked away, his screams of America disappearing down the hallways. The man looked back to his teammates to find that Medic moved back to sit with the Heavy to continue playing chess. The Demo was laying on a couch again like he was before the Pyro entered, beer bottle in hand containing suspicious liquid that spilled down the tanned man's neck. The Scout was curiously quiet when Pyro noticed the young man was nowhere in the room.

The man mumbled, "Ba phak? Werrr phkawt bo?"

"Peek-a-boo," a voice came from behind and the Pyro jumped around to find a man wearing a balaclava on his face. Self explanatory: the Spy. The man burst into laughter, snorting twice before trying to recover his composition. "Hello, I am ze spy. Try not to let yourself open on ze battlefield. Your job is to get rid of ze BLU spy, not get stabbed by 'im."

"Mow meeph maph imph mymb," Pyro replied.

"What're ya doin' to New Mumbles, Fancy Pants?" Scout called from across the room. That kid is fast, Pyro never saw him leave or return.

The spy instantly frown at the boy and slunk to lean on the wall, picking a cigarette from a case in his vest and popping it in his mouth. He moved the unlit cigarette on his lips and replied, "Giving zem pointers for the job, Scout. They need to be taught how to do zere job correctly. Even you had to go through a learning process. Not zat you passed much of the training."

Scout's fists clenched as he launched himself at the similarly sized man, "Why, you?! I'll show you how my training turned out! You wanna knuckle sandwich?! I'll give one to ya! And it'll hurt!"

Pyro didn't think that the team fighting would end well so he called, "Phkawt? Waa abaw ba phoor?"

"Oh, yea, right. Sorry, New Mumbles. Let's get outta 'ere. The spy's gonna stink it up with his nasty smoke of doom," Scout answered, grabbing Pyro's hand like earlier and pulling him down the halls of the base. The young man described each room they passed, most being "And dat's an empty supply closet…" to the point that Pyro wondered what this huge base was doing with so many empty supply closets. It looked big enough to have a hundred rooms, yet Pyro never imagined having a hundred rooms of empty space as closets. There was a training room, or gym as Scout called it, here and there.

Then the two made it to the bedrooms. They were spread out among the second floor. Pyro tried to memorize how they got there but he could swear that they went in so many different corridors that there was no way to memorize the way in one go. There had to be many ways to get there, but Scout had to take him on a tour of the whole place so it seemed much more confusing than it really was.

As they passed each room Scout pointed and explained, "Dat's my room. All I ask is don't come in my room at night. And don't steal from my mini-fridge! Dat's Soldier's room dere. I suggest not going in dere. He's a weird guy. Da next one's your room, but we'll come back to dat. Den dere's Demo's. He won't care if you go in. Just make sure not to touch his "Scrumpy", whatever dat is… Den dere's Heavy's room. He's kinda shy when it comes to personal space so I suggest givin' it to 'im. Next is Engie, but I'm not sure how often 'e actually sleeps 'ere like Medic. Dey usually sleep in deir areas. Engie in 'is garage 'n' Medic in 'is medi-bay. Oh, dat one's Medic's, by da way. Den dere's Sniper's but 'e never sleeps dere either. 'E's always in dat beat up van of 'is. And lastly, dere's Spy's room. I really don't suggest goin' in dere if you wanna live a long life. Either you'll die from seein' too much or Spy catches you and tortures you ta death. So, you know… Really not a good idea. Let's go back to your room."

Scout opened the door to Pyro's room and the two entered, standing in the empty room. The walls were uncomfortably white, worn down, and seemingly ten years old paneling. A "Home Sweet Home" frame hung above the cot with plain sheets, an oak nightstand at the head and a small chest at the foot. The carpet needed replaced, being stained with ash and who knows what. The scent of charcoal filtered through Pyro's mask, seeming the only thing about the room that made the fire loving freak feel better about the living quarters.

"Oh, dere is this rule that works like college where you gotta not paint da walls or plant nails in da walls but I did dat and I was never told otherwise, so you can make yourself at home. So, ah, I guess I'll leave you 'ere den. If ya need somethin', I'm gonna be in my room for a little while. Dinner's at 6:30, we trade off cooks each night so don't miss Heavy's day. He gets weird if you do. Oh, dat's tonight, by da way, so yea. See ya," Scout dismissed himself. Pyro shook his head at how much the boy talked as he closed the door behind him.

Pyro tugged at his mask, noting at how it clung to his throat when he sweat. He considered that he was safe in his room; however, he remembered the other members set up rules and he had not set those rules yet so to be safe he will have to wear his suit for at least a week before he can feel better about his teammates to trust them.

He looked over the room and sighed at how bland and boring the room was. The walls looked like they were not painted before he came, so he guessed the past Pyro never painted the room from the original. The few singes on the walls pointed that it was burnt multiple times without getting much care aside from a dose of fire extinguisher. Thinking of, he noticed a personal fire extinguisher on the wall next to the door, under the light switch. He flicked the switch to find the room light with a very poor source. Finding the bulb, he noticed the light was probably the original as well.

"Didn't the past Pyro ever sleep here?" Pyro questioned himself, thinking to save the question for his teammates when he got to know them better. Asking about the person he was replacing was probably a sore spot for the team as Miss Pauling had said he was the first replacement the team had.

The man walked over and sat on the cot. It was used, but felt soft enough until he got a replacement for it. He knew he needed to do a lot of work on the room before he could call it his home. He lifted his glove away to see his watch: 3:48. Plenty of time to wander around the base and get lost to find where the dining room was.

With that, he took to his feet and turned off the light as he left his room. Pyro passed Scout's room, wondering if he should have told the boy that he left but decided that he didn't need to bother the Scout. He was only wandering the halls, it wasn't like he was going to try and find someone in specific. The best way to learn was from experience, right? So maybe he'll find his own way to someplace and it'll be easier remembered that way instead of follow the leader.

So he wandered into the medical bay, curiously looking through the circular windows on the double doors. There was a lot of machinery and jars of liquids on shelves. Seemed normal enough, even though Pyro had never seen some of the equipment in there. He just figured that the technology was super improved due to having a mechanical genius like the Engineer in the team.

"Snooping around, are we Pyro?" that voice rang from behind like it had before. Pyro was growing to understand why it was a Pyro's job in killing the enemy spy. The RED Spy was already annoying Pyro. "I wouldn't suggest going in zere, unless you want to be tested on that is. Medic is quite protective of his experiments and experimental equipment."

"Mow waa hudda waakimph," Pyro replied, deciding that it was wise to retreat back into the hallways. The Spy followed him and he annoyedly asked, "May mrr hoo phowowimph mee?"

"To make sure you don't get into anything you shouldn't. Wouldn't want an angry Medic or Engineer killing you on your first day. You have a lot to learn about ze base, after all," Spy replied.

"Mow hud pumpherr bo bee om mee omph," Pyro insisted, much preferring being alone than with the company of the spy.

"If you insist, but don't go messing with ze Engineer. He 'as been acting very strange zince ze last Pyro," Spy warned before disappearing in front of Pyro's mask.

After wondering what kind of magic caused the spy to seemingly vaporize out of sight, he continued to wander the halls. Finding his way to the living area he was in with the group of mercs before. Heavy was intensely trying to plan a next move while Medic waited patiently for his opponent. Demoman had moved from the couch, being gone from the room with nothing but an empty bottle as proof he was there before. Spy was lounging in the Laz-y-boy and Pyro scratched his head comically while he wondered how the Spy got there so fast.

Medic greeted, "Hallo, herr Pyro. You seem a little lost. Are you getting around okay?"

Pyro nodded, "M-humm" as he looked over the german's shoulder to see the game. It looked like Heavy was losing by the amount of chess pieces on the board but he still had a shot at checkmate with his Queen. Perhaps he did not realize that his Queen could easily live while getting closer to Medic's king. Pyro pointed a finger at the Knight chess piece of Medics then at Heavy's Queen. Realization dawned on Heavy's face as he moved his piece to kill the horse head. Medic sulked and shooed Pyro away making the man giggle at their reaction to his strategy suggestion.

"Yo, you guys seen Pyro around…? Oh, dere you are. I was wonderin' where you'd gone," Scout announced as he came strolling into the room. "I was searchin' around prayin' ta God dat you didn't find Engie's garage. He prolly woundn'tta liked ya wanderin' around his dingies."

"Berr mmah?" Pyro asked, hoping that they were okay to answer the question. They seemed to be the ones not too affected by the Pyro replacement. Aside from Heavy, but he seemed like he could handle a question about his past teammate. Or, Pyro hoped so.

"Vell, ze Engineer is real picky about his contraptions. As am I. Ve don't like people touching our things when they should not be," Medic answered.

"Engineer considered Pyro as his best friend. 'E's takin' the loss the most," Scout added.

"We don't know how he will react with you replacing his dear friend," Spy finished.

Heavy declared with a huge grin, "Checkmate, doktor."

Medic gasped and puffed, "No fair! Ze Pyro gave you a vinning move!"

Scout uncomfortably shifted as the room fell into a strange silence that appeared to Pyro did not happen very often. The skinny guy broke the silence, "Hey'a Heavy? What's for dinner tonight?"

The russian bear looked up from being smug with the game and declared that it was to be a surprise for the Pyro's first day at the RED base. He announced that he would begin as soon as Medic gave up the game. The Medic huffed at the statement and returned a venomous reply that he was not out yet. It was then that a tall man entered the room with a cowboy hat and aviators over his eyes.

"So this is the new Pyro. Nice to meet ya, mate. I'm the Sniper," the tall man raised his skinny arm out in front of him and Pyro took it.

"What brings ya in early, Snipes?" Scout asked the man.

"Was curious 'bout the new teammate. 'E's smaller than the last one, but we'll have to see how he performs on the battlefield. I'm sure he'll be quite the foe for that BLU Spy," the man with a familiar accent said to Scout then turned back to Pyro. "You got weapons yet, mate?"

Pyro shrugged his shoulders, not knowing anything about the weapon system as Miss Pauling did not have enough time to explain. She was on the phone most of the ride and he was curious as how she had okay reception in the middle of the deserty-nowhere. The girl seemed over-worked but by the way she was humming as she made the list of things to do even longer, Pyro guessed that she loved her job nonetheless. Though it would have been better if he had an actual conversation about the job she was bringing him to versus just sitting there next to him busy as a bee while he stared out the window bored as could be.

Sniper informed, "Well, ya start out with the basics then as you get paychecks from the Administrator you can buy yourself anything you want from Mann Co.. Mann Co. sells any merc's desires. And Spy can get a hold of anything you need that Mann Co. doesn't have. If you want, just ask. Right, mate?"

"Oi," Spy nodded from under his newspaper of Paris. So the Spy was french, go figure.

"What?! NOOO!" Heavy burst, flipping the small game table in front of him and over Medic who sat snickering. It appeared that Medic won the game. The table crashed against another, shattering them both to splinters and scattering their contents around the room.

"Merde," Spy sighed as a vase crashed and he folded up his paper to look at the Heavy with distaste. "That vase was seven hundred pounds. I should hope zat you are paying for the damage you caused."

"I should go prepare the dinner now," Heavy grumbled as he attempted to pick up the splintered wood and rested it against the wall.

"Mowm howmp," Pyro said, getting down onto the floor to pick up shards of glass.

"Thank you, Pyro," Heavy replied grateful, leaving to go make the special dinner he said he would make that night. Medic complained to Heavy about leaving Pyro to clean up his mess but Pyro just hummed and did the job uncaring. Medic decided to join the Pyro, taking charge of picking the glass shards out of the ragged carpet that was worse for wear.

Spy decided to get up and grab a garbage bag for the two to throw away the broken bits of vase, table, and anything else they found that was far overdue to put into the trash. The fruits that were inside the vase were carried by Scout into the kitchen as he set them in a new bag to be washed or possibly thrown away from their tumble onto the filthy ground. The Medic grabbed a vacuum from one of the many many closets and vacuumed the invisible shards he missed. It came to Pyro that Medic did not want anyone to step on a shard because he would have to deal with that person when they came to him with a bleeding foot.