Hey guys! First TF2 fiction and it's going to SUCK!
I don't own TF2 and I'm not going to bother with accents...I suck at them...
ON WITH THE FICTION!
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He shuffled around before actually standing up and adjusting his headset, it had been around the tenth time he'd sorted it but something about it wasn't as comfy as before. Maybe it was just him, or the plain fact that he had all this energy and had absolutely nowhere to run it all off. He could always just go for a quick jog in the hall but then his, ever so happily nicknamed, Hard hat would come out and tell him to stop jogging because the place wasn't as big as the outdoors. Somethin' like that.
He released a breath he never knew he was holding and walked steadily over to the door, fiddling with the handle he opened it only to see a drunken Scotsman dancing as he stumbled about singing, or what sounded like singing, across the hall...Drunk. He almost face palmed when the big idiot fell over. Then he laughed his little heart out.
The Engineer calmly came out of the room with a simple 'What you laughin' at boy?' when he saw the big oaf on the floor mumbling to himself of what seemed like 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'. A smile played on the Engineers lips as he walked over to the now knocked-out Demoman hoisted him up placing a drunken arm over his shoulder and around his neck.
"Little help son." The young Bostonian implied quite quickly and hoisted the other arm over his shoulder and they slumped down the stairs and into the horrible excuse of a 'living room'. As soon as they had entered the room they had heard a muffled laugh from their Pyro who was sat down and laughing at the Engie and the young boy failing to carry the drunk.
The lover of flame stood up and almost instantly helped us hoist the Demoman and place him on a nearby chair, whilst said Demoman started to mumble random words what nobody could understand. Maybe the Pyro would. Nobody else could though.
"So...What now?" he asked still fiddling with his headset and cap, eventually giving up because it was annoying him more than the Spy stealing his bat and hiding it just for him to yell and threaten the idiot for doing such a dumb thing.
He could tell this day was going to suck...On ice...Which was set on fire...Whatever.
"Well, you could always help me," He looked at the Engineer dumbfounded, "With what exactly?" Anything was better than tossing a ball up and down all day laying on your bed. The Engineer simply laughed and said "nothing too big! Just helping me collect some material to build some stuff."
Like he said...Anything was better. So one trip from the 'living room' to 'Hard hat's' room later, the young boy from Boston was getting around the room getting equipment for his friend to build...Whatever he was building.
He sat down on Engies bed which was surprisingly clean for such an oily room, he wondered how he could sleep at night with all the oil and metallic smells. Eventually his friend sat up wiping his forehead and presented a pair of Rollerblades to him.
"There you go Scout, a pair of Rollerblades. Wanted to test how fast you could er, roller?" The newly named Scout almost tackle-hugged the man, note almost, he always wanted Rollerblades. He figured he would be able to go faster.
He quickly tried them on and they fit perfectly, "Thanks hard hat! This is so freakin' cool!" noting that he hadn't had Rollerblades for a while apart from that one time where he found a random pair out on the street somewhere, he took them. They wouldn't be on the streets if they never wanted to get swiped would they?
As quickly as possible he sped out down the hall past his room past a million other rooms until he got to the doctors office and sped straight in skidding as he almost hit the medic.
"Vat do you vant zis time Scout?" he noticed the hint of annoyance in his voice which usually meant he wanted to be alone for a bit.
"Uh, just wanted to see you." carefully rolling up to the Medic, it was a long story of how them two became friends, after all it was usually the Heavy that was best friends with the Medic. Their Heavy had been lost long ago, and of course their Scout was the first to try and cheer the Medic up from his glumness.
"Scout, you know better van anybody not to come in when I am vorking." The medic never exactly looked up when he said that, so he decided to get some answers considering the fact that they were friends, and friends told friends their problems.
"Doc, I know you're upset about somethin', you can at least tell me so I'm not worryin' over you..." Like I usually do, he never said that because he wasn't exactly the softy, or the person to care. Medic looked up at Scout and sighed gently, adjusting his glasses and spoke softly but sternly to the young boy.
"You know when our Heavy, pazzed away?" The Scout nodded, "Vell, I ztill have his body," Scout cringed slightly, "and vell, I miss him Scout. If I could bring back ze dead I would, he was vun of my best friends..." he noticed that the Medic was on the merge of tears, and only he and Heavy ever seen him like this. The Bostonian never exactly enjoyed watching his friend like this, neither was he gay but he gave the 'medic' a reassuring quick hug, dispite the fact that the doctor was bigger than him.
"Danke, Scout I needed zat..." he smiled, "Doc? Can I ask you somethin'?" the Medic nodded for him to go on. "What does...Da...Daaann....Uh...that word mean?" slightly dumbfounded at why the Medic was laughing he pouted, "Not my fault I don't know your freakin' dumb language!"
"Danke, you mean? It simply means 'Thank you' little boy, and my language is not that dumb."
Now he felt like an idiot, so he apologised and the Medic simply laughed and patted the young boy on the back.
Stupid Medics and their stupid language and their stupid experiments...Pfft!
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Ending it there because it's pretty crap ): feedback's appreciated...if this story is even worthy of feedback.
EDIT: OK I re-uploaded this chapter simply because of a huge mistake what a good few people told me about...Took me a while to figure out who could be sat there then I clicked 'THE PYRO!' uhh -points to muffled laugh- that also gave me the idea...