What Makes Me a Good Demoman (Chapter 1)
Author's Note: I'll be doing both 'Test Subject #100' and this at the same time. I apologize if I'm a bit slow getting up chapters, though. Anyway! A quick character description or two then let's jump right in!
Orange: 18 year old girl, tall and skinny, flat as a brick wall. Short-as-a-boy's, messy brown hair with dark magenta highlights. Slight British accent, a Portal Fangirl.
Blue: A 17 year old boy, nerdy build, messy brown hair. Wears a pair of glasses. American accent, an artist, more of a TF2 fanboy.
I parked my beat-up red sedan in front of his house and got out, slamming the dented door behind me. I had my own handmade version of Chell's outfit (from Portal 2, of course!) slung over my arm as I ring my best-friend-since-preschool's door bell.
He pulled open the door. He hadn't gotten into his cosplaying outfit yet. Instead, he was wearing his normal jeans-and-a-tee, his brown hair messier than mine. "Orange!" He pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.
"Owch, Blue! You're squishing the life outa me!" I gasped, squirming in his grasp.
"Sorry!" Blue rubbed his head apologetically. Now, I know that Blue and Orange are pretty weird names. But they aren't; not really. In Co-Op, he's always Blue, and I'm always Orange. So we call each other that. Plus, the BLU Team is his favourite team on Team Fortress 2. "Come inside!" My best friend invited me. "I got something to show you."
I followed him inside his house. It was a small house, fairly normal looking, except almost every surface was covered in papers. Blue was writing a graphic novel, so he was constantly drawing. "What is it, Blue?" I asked him as he led me into his office.
He looked down at his feet. "Well...I made a more appropriate costume for you..." I sighed inwardly. We were driving from sunny Southern California to dreary Baltimore, Maryland just so Blue could advertise his graphic novel about a RED Demoman and a BLU Scout falling in love at the 2011 Comic-Con. And for weeks he had been nagging me to be his Demoman.
"Don't tell me you made me a Demoman costume!" I said weakly. He really wasn't going to let it drop, was he?
"Please, Orange, please! I promise I won't ask anything of you again!" Blue pleaded, his green eyes opening wide. "Please, please, please, please!"
"Oh, Blue..." I sighed, unable to tell my friend no again. "Okay, fine. I'll do it!"
"Yay! Orange, I'll owe you forever! Like the nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine kind of forever!" Excited, Blue pulled out a large shopping bag and held it out to me. Intrigued, I peered inside. Yep. The Demoman costume. I stripped down to my underwear and bra (Blue and I had both seen each other naked, so it wasn't a big deal. And before you even think it, no. No no no. Not that way.) and he helped me in it. It fitted very well, and had a lot of padding to make me look less like a tall skinny girl and more like a man.
"What makes me a good Demoman?" I joked in a bad imitation of a Scottish accent. We felling over laughing at my joke. A silly thing to full-blown rolling-on-floor-laughing over, but we were best friends. It was normal for us.
"Lemme go put on my outfit, and we'll go take a few pictures, okay?" Blue said, standing up to dash out to his room.
"Okay! Don't forget to get your bags!" I called after him. "Haha...Demopan." I giggled, then saw my own reflection. My jaw dropped. If it wasn't for my magenta highlights, I would've said that I was a man. "Wow," I breathed. "Blue must've worked really hard on this."
"Back!" Blue said, startling me. He was wearing his BLU scout outfit, complete with baseball bat. He flexed a non-existent muscle. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes. Y'know, if you weren't wearing those nerd-goggles if yours, I would say you were the Scout himself!" I teased him, elbowing him gently.
He rolled his eyes. "Haha, Orange. 'Y'know what makes me laugh? The thought of you cutting that out.'" Blue quoted my favorite AI playfully.
"Did you hear the one about the turned-off reassembly machine?" I asked him, joking around.
"Go ahead and turn it off, hero. I don't care." Blue changed up the line a bit, grinning. Damn. He got me there.
I raised my hands up in the air, surrendering. "You win this round, Blue. C'mon. We have to drive all the way from sunny CA all the way to Baltimore, and rush hour traffic's gonna set in soon."
"Okay!" Blue grabbed his suitcase and we walked out of the door, most likely looking very silly as Demoman and Scout tried to fit aforementioned suitcase into the tiny trunk of my beat-up red sedan.
