"Mom, I don't want to go to some stupid sports camp!" You whined, annoyed with your mom. She had to leave for a month on some 'business trip', ad during that month, for the whole month of August, she wanted you to go to some sports camp.

"(F/N), you should go! You might make some actual friends, and you'll have fun!" Your mother replied.

"What do you mean, 'actual friends'?" You snapped. "I have friends! Actual ones!"

Your mom sighed. "Of course you do, dear."

"MOM!"

"Fine, you can stay. You'll be on your own an entire month, and I expect you'll be able to walk to the store yourself and buy food and things without getting yourself killed."

"YES!" You cheered, then added: "Mom, I'm eighteen. I'm capable of taking care of myself, yeesh."

"Alright. Well, I will see you in exactly one month. I know you will regret not going to camp though."

"Yeah, whatever, Mom."

"Goodbye, (F/N)." She said, leaving the house.

"WOOHOO!" you shouted, dancing around in the hall. Thank God you were alone, your dancing, if you could call it that, was awful.

Dragging your duffel bag back upstairs, you threw it on your bed as you grabbed your laptop and sank into your favorite beanbag chair.

A few minutes later, your piece of crap laptop was up and running, and you had logged on. You clicked the small icon for 'Steam', opening the application. The dark gray menu came up, and you selected 'Team Fortress 2''. A moment later, the game opened up. After fiddling with the settings, you chose a gamemode and a map to play in. (Capture the Flag in 2Fort)

Suddenly, your laptop made a funny noise, and the screen went dark.

"What the heck? I know I had it charging!" you exclaimed. Suddenly, a wave of nausea passed over you, and you blacked out.

"Ugh, what the hell?" you wondered aloud the moment you woke up. You were standing in front of a large building, duffel bag in hand. "How did I get here?" you did the only thing sensible: you knocked on the door.

Inside, you heard muffled voices.

Younger Guy: "Dude, I told you, I heard knocking! Maybe it's her!"

Older Guy: "Oi'm sure it's not. Remember, the Announcer called like ten minutes ago and said she wasn't coming."

Younger Guy: "Look, I'll prove it!"

The door swung open, revealing two familiar, yet slightly unfamiliar men. Scout and Sniper from TF2? What?

Sniper: "See, there's nobody-"

They both noticed you at the same time. Scout grinned. "See, I told you!"

Sniper sighed. "Fine, but the Announcer said that her daughter wasn't coming! I had reason to believe you were just hearing things again."

Scout glared at him. "Whatever." He turned to you. "Hey, so you must be the Announcer's daughter, hm? Cool! I'm Scout, this is Sniper. What's your name?"

It took you a minute to process what was going on. If Scout said you were thee Announcer's daughter, that meant the Announcer was your mom? Well, her voice did sound a lot like to Announcer's, to be fair.

"Your name, sweetcheeks. What is it?" Scout asked, interrupting your thoughts.

"What? Oh. My nam is (F/N)." You replied.

"Nice t'meetcha', (FN)." Sniper greeted. "Welcome to the Fort!"

You smiled at him. "Thanks! I didn't even know I was coming until recently."

"That's okay, we've got a spare room ready for you. " Scout said. "Follow me, I'll show you the way!" He took off down the hall.

You looked at Sniper. "Is he always like this?" you laughed.

"No, usually he's a bit more insane." The Australian grinned.