After Scout's hilarious adventure through the Medic's office, he got bored and decided to go outside, where the air was cleaner than his own room. And that was a worry considering the air was heavily polluted with carbon diobolical-something or whatever Engineer called it. Damn hippy.
Anyway, Scout was going for a jog he woud eventually get to when he wasn't napping, sleeping or resting. Which were all the same thing. He needed to get out more. He has the damn oppurtunity during ceasefire, but he, like everyone else, has no physical social life. So instead of nurturing it like any sane person would, they deprived the social life of nutrients such as conversation and small-talk, which was a social life's favourite thing to eat. Scout had many theories, such as that the Spy was gay and the Engineer was gay, his personal favourite was his theory that Pyro was gay, but either way, he had many theories, and that was one of them.
Scout had been so caught up in his intelligent ideas that he had entered a very uncommon place to be. In fact, he himself had never been here. He had occaisonally seen Soldier go in the darker doorway with a box. Just that thought alone was enough to make Scout go in. Jeez, it was like the time he played Slender with Medic. Well, he hid behind the chair whilst Medic watched the screen with fear filled eyes, the bastard Spy had snuck up on them with a slenderman mask on, too. Stupid French, sleeping in fridges and such.
'Hey jude, don't make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.'
The sound of the Beatles suddenly came into Scout's ears as he walked through the dark hallway, being a fan of the Beatles, he didn't shut his ears or anything gay like that. But he thought he was the only one who listened to the beatles? Scout continued to follow the sound of the song, clearly getting louder with every step he took.
It got very loud now, and he was just outside a door. It was peeled and mouldy, but there must've been someone there, because who plays music and leaves it? Not him. Anyway, Scout grasped the handle of the door, and opened it very gently. Thankfully there was no creak so the door was clearly well oiled.
Scout opened the door completely, so find...
Soldier. With a box. Full of maggots. And he was talking to them.
"Shush now Liberty, there's plenty of food for you, too." Soldier cooed to a rather pudgy maggot.
"JESUS CHRIST SOLDIER WAS THE FRICK ARE YOU DOING?!" Scout almost screeched. Soldier dropped the maggot into the box. Which was filled with them.
"I... Uh... I was gonna... Kill these maggots! Yeah! To prove how maggots; like you, are weak!" Soldier stuttered.
Scout looked unsure, "Well, go on then."
Soldier looked at him, then the maggots. Scout had an insistant look on his face, and Soldier looked like he was about to cry. He raised his fist to the box, tears daring to escape his manly tear ducts and threw his fist down-
"Dude! You don't have to! I was kidding!"
Soldier immediatly stopped, inches from his beloved maggots, and turned to the young athlete.
The hardened war veteran sniffed, "R-Really?" He inquired.
"Yeah, I used to have odd pets too, major malfunction." And with that, Scout closed the door.
I do not own the Beatles, Slender, or Soldier's box maggots. Sorry if it wasn't funny. I didn't like it either.