Alright let's get this story goin'. If you want any other characters added than leave a comment below. For demoman's cosmetics, I will be using the Well rounded rifleman and the Toowoomba Tunic. His abilities include his grenade launcher that also acts as his sticky bomb launcher, the eyelander, and his bundle of dynamite from the beta version of tf2. For his ultimate: Demo will charge forward at full speed and behead anyone in the way. Just like in the game. Alright let's go.

Teufort Red Base, 1976

Demoman's POV

Mopping the floor with the Blu team was fun and what we are being paid by Redmond Mann. But it does get a bit dull. Sitting in respawn with me bottle o' scrumpy did tend to get lonely. Or as lonely as you can get when you have a sword that constantly says heads strapped to your back.

'Heads'

"Would you stop that! I'm trying to drink in peace," I said to the bloody annoying sword. 'Why didn't I get a new grenade launcher instead of this pain in the arse.'

'Ok, Ok, geez. Blame a guy for being passionate about something,' whined the sword. I shook me head and drank some more of scrumpy. I don't know how many I had, but things started to get a little fuzzy.

8 bottles later

I was seeing more than I should, there are six scouts in front of me. Wait aren't there six scouts on the team? I need a drink.

12 bottles later

I stumbled out of spawn and tried to go to my room. Completely drunk, but when you drink as much as me, you tend to get used to it. And so did my team, because during matches, I'm usually drunk. I continued through the base till I heard Engi' working in the shop. I walked in to see him finishing what looked like a fish tank, or maybe twelve.

"Demo' glad you came. I need some help with ma' new invention," asked Engi'. I stumbled forward but kept my balance.

"Uninterpretable gibberish, I'll help ya' man," I said walking over to the tank and entered. Engi' pressed several buttons and the machine whirled to life. Around me, little specks of blue began to float around me. I watched them fly around me, but a warning sensor sounded. A red light started flashing, followed by 'warning.'

"Damn it," snarled Engie as he furiously tried to shut off the machine. The controls began to spark, and then burst into flames. Engi was thrown against the workshop door unconscious, I began to slam my hands against the glass that had trapped me inside when engi started the experiment.

"Help!" I shouted and continued to bang my hands, but help did not arrive in time, the next thing I new was a bright light began to sorround me. And I felt like Blu pyro was burning me alive. And suddenly everything went black, I felt wind around me and looked down to see white dot beginning to grow bigger.

"I'm too young to die!" I cried as I felt the light coming closer till I landed hard on the ground. I must off knocked my head on something, because everything began to get dark.

10 minutes after machine failure

Watchpoint Gibraltar

Tracer's POV

Winston had been in his lab for several days since he recalled all overwatch agents. It was getting lonely at base, but soon other agents would start turning up. I was in the rec room flipping through tv channels to see the hat was on. I got to a news channel about a large explosion in London.

"Hey Winston, I'm heading out for a little while if that alright luv," I said into my comm.

"It's fine Lena, as long as you don't get hurt," replied the gorilla.

"You don't need to worry so much luv. Your worse than my mum," I laughed as I heard Winston chuckle on his end of the comm. I got up and switched off the tv and started out for the hangar, where a I could take a jet to London. I hope no one was hurt from the explosion.

Demoman's POV

1hr Later

Groaning and sitting up, I felt like heavy had used my body for a punching bag and medic used it for an experiment.

"I feel like every bone in me body's broke," I groaned and finally sat up. I looked around to see I was in an alley way. Walking to the end of it, I could a street that looked similar to London, but more advanced than I remember. I saw a pub, but I new better than to get a drink right now.

"Excuse me are you alright?"

I turned around to see a woman, around scouts age, she was swearing an orange jumpsuit, a pilots jacket, some odd device at her chest, an orange visor, and her hair was sticking out in every direction.

"No, I think I had a little to much to drink. What's the date?," I asked the lass.

"It's Saturday, May 1st, 2076"

I was shocked to hear I was in the future but kept my face as straight as possible. I nodded, but I saw she was carrying some futuristic pistols. I took a step back when I saw them. She must've noticed me take step back because she put her pistols away, in her holsters on her arms. How a gun fits in there I will never know.

"What's your name luv?"

"My name is Tavish, Tavish DeGroot. I grew up in Scotland," I said but mentally slapped myself on revealing to much about my past to her. She nodded with a smile.

"My name is Tracer. Can you tell me what you do for a living," asked the lady, I grew more comfortable around her to tell her about my past.

"Well you're looking at the best demolition expert to come from the Highlands of Scotland. Me father taught me everything I know about explosives, and they should be handled," I said with a large amount of pride.

"I'm guessing you lost your eye in an explosion?" she inquired. I could understand how she made the connection between my explosive past and my missing eye.

"Actually I lost my eye a different way. And I don't think you'd believe me if I told you," I answered her with pure honesty, "and it's a topic I don't really like to talk about."

"It's alright luv. I know how you feel, a while back I got into an accident that left me dependent on my accelerator here," she replied gesturing to the device on her chest.

'Heads'

"You hear that?" Asked Tracer looking around.

"Hear what?"

'Heads'

"There"

I realized she was talking about my sword, did he really chose now to say something.

"Ah bloody hell," I groaned and pulled out my sword, "Now you pick now to say something!"

'No need to get mad. I couldn't help myself, and besides, Tracer here wouldn't know where to look if you didn't pull me out' retorted the eyelander. I was about to say something when I saw Tracer looking at me, pistols out again, and aimed at me.

"Care to explain why you sword is talking luv'," asked Tracer who looked happy to see the look on my face, like my sword and I were married.

"Well you see, um...," I started but I knew she would think I'm crazy if I said I'm from 1976, "WHAT'S THAT?!" I yelled and pointed in some direction behind her. She turned to see what I was pointing at, and I ran off as fast as I could run. I thought I lost her when she popped up in front of me.

"What!" I tried to run in another direction, but was met with the same result.

"Would you stop that!" I demanded and saw that she was trying incredibly hard to suppress the urge to laugh at me. I swear it's like try to out run scout. That's when I noticed a puff of black smoke form behind her. It formed into a large man with dual shotguns. He wore a skull like masked and hood.

"Aww cripe," I groaned and pulled tracer down out of the way. The man began to fire his guns at us and into a large dumpster we took cover behind.

"How did Reaper find us," asked Tracer with her pistols ready to fight back.

"I'll ask who Reaper is later. Right now, let's blast him into thin glue," I stated and pulled out my launcher. Tracer nodded and blinked out and began to fire at Reaper. I vaulted over the dumpster and fired my grenade launcher at the Halloween reject. My launcher could also function as a sticky bomb launcher, making it very useful in a fight.

"Die", snarled Reaper firing his shot guns at me after dodging two grenades. I fired again at him getting a bit closer each time. Then my guy clicked empty, I took cover behind a parked car. The fire fight had left the alley way and into a larger street, while I was reloading.

Once fully reloaded, I charged at Reaper. Mid-charge, Reaper stopped firing and looked as if he had become a cloud of smoke. I continued to fire at him, but each grenade passed through him.

"What's this now!", I roared, shocked to see him completely unscathed. Reaper reformed and fired at me again, this time with grenades of his own.I jumped out of the way of the explosives and into a building. I saw Tracer had come around to see if I was alright.

"You alright?", she asked while firing some more at Reaper. I nodded and changed my focus to Reaper, that's when I saw a sign saying that the building I was in was scheduled for demolition. I smiled and hatched a plan as fast as possible.

"Tracer, I have a plan on taking down this Halloween reject," I said while throwing a bundle of dynamite at the specter.

"I'm sure we could use one right now," replied Tracer, "what is it."

"I need you to distract Reaper there for about a minute or so. When I give a signal, get he hell out of this building," I said with a smile.

"I hope you know what you're doing," retorted Tracer as she took cover for a second.

"If I didn't, I would not of had a plan," I responded while setting my launcher to sticky bombs.

Tracer nodded at the sense in my words. She jumped over and began firing at Reaper who returned fire but could not easily hit her due to her blinking around. I ran from my cover and towards a hall way. In the hall way was an office with blue prints of the building. The building was fairly simple in design, with a large dome and had some stress points located here and there; four in total. Memorizing them, I ran to each point and placed several bombs at each location.

Once I was done with my plan, I ran back to Tracer to see her cornered by Reaper. She was holding her left arm that trickled with blood. Reaper had both guns trained on her. I reacted faster than most could know, whipping out the eyelander, I charged forward and slammed into Reaper sending him sliding back.

"Go to hell, you rasping abomination, and tell the devil I coming for him next," I sneered at the literal ghost. Reaper began to laugh and fired at me. I rolled out of the way, and dashed for the stairs. Reaper became a cloud of smoke and followed me up the stairs. I ran onto the roof top located around to see the ground, five stories down.

"You should've know better than to corner yourself up here," s Arles Reaper from behind me, I whirled around to see him take form.

"Eye, you're right, I should've," I remarked, "That is if I knew what you are."

Reaper took a long breath before replying. "I am the Angel of Death. And soon to be your death as well."

"Good for you lad, but do you know who I am?" I replied cocked his head to the side, not sure what I mean, "IM THE BLOODY DEMOMAN!"

I roared and hit the trigger on my gun. Several explosions shook the building, part of the roof caved in under Reaper. Sending him falling into the rubble. Another explosion brough down the dome near me. I reacted as fast as I could and jumped into the air. Pulling on a cord, a parachute was let loose. And a huge gust of wind sent me away from the building. I floated down to see Tracer cheering me on as I landed.

"Well done luv.' That is either the bravest or most reckless thing I have seen, but congrats on taking out Reaper," congratulated Tracer and pulled me into a hug. I was startled but hugged her back. That when I heard some banging metal coming closer. Tracer let go as she heard it to. Before I could react, a frying plan flew out of the collapsing building, and struck me square in the back of the head.

(Hopelessly slurred) "Did I forget to mention I'm from 1976," I slurred before falling flat on my face. The last thing I heard was Tracer saying 'what!' Then peaceful darkness closed around me, it felt familiar considering how much I drink.

And there is the first chapter of my tf2 overwatch crossover. The demoman is based off of my own from the tf2 game. If you have any requests about what cosmetic you want to see in the story, leave a comment, and I will see you all later.