A/N: here is the 1st Chapter of my "first" Story. I'm not good at accents, but I'll do my best (help will be much appreciated). Any foreign language in this story will have the translations at the bottom. Characters in the story might be OOC because I don't know them that well. This might be an AU. Also, I can't really do Pyro's mumbled speech. Pyro is the Main Character (MC), so when he talks, it will be in the first person and bolded (see Text Guide). Btw, all the classes will have their Stock/Default weapons. Pyro too, but will also have his flare gun. I am new to playing TF2, so there will be very little parts where they are out fighting and more parts where they are in ceasefires. Sorry about that. TTnTT
In this story, Pyro will be: Male, 22
(There have been too many stories with Pyro being female, so I decided to have Pyro be male, k) Everything about the MC is made-up. Such as: name, age, origin. (That part could be mine, I guess. idk. :T)
Text Guide:
Talking (no mask): "Text." Pyro Talking (mask on): Text. Foreign Language Example (Spanish) + Translation: "Pongo un ejemplo aquí." [Translation: Put an example here.]
Disclaimer: I don't own anything TF2 related.
Enjoy! :D
Chapter 1: Joining RED
[México, Time: 8:00a.m.]
My alarm clock goes off and I hit the button to turn it off, displeased with the noise. I sit up quickly, but sluggishly walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take my daily pill. Before getting out of the motel room I was staying in, I dressed myself in black boots, blue jeans, a black shirt under a dark red hoodie with a fire hazard symbol on the back, an orange scarf, and black tinted sunglasses. Locking the door and put the key back in my pocket I put my hood over my head and put my sunglasses on. I yawned as I walked lazily to the motel's main office to pick up any mail that has been left for me. Entering the office, I covered my mouth with my scarf because the A/C was on and walked up to my mailbox to open it, finding it empty. I sighed sadly. No mail today, huh?
"Hey, you here to pick up your mail?" said José, the manager behind the main office's desk.
"How'd you know that?" I said with surprise. This is the first time he's asked me that. He knows I always check my mail every day. I walk up to the desk, so I don't have to raise my voice and bother any other people around the spacious main office, who also stay at the Motel.
"You always come here, at this exact time, to check your mail." José smiled, reminiscing happily. José knew this young man always came in the main office at this time and took it upon himself to hold onto his mail for him, since he's his longest staying resident. But one thing though, the only mail the young man had that day was… one red envelope.
Looking dumbfounded, I said observantly, "Have I become that predictable?" Lately, unbeknownst to me, have fallen into a routine day in and day out. "I guess so. I am usually the one here in the main office, but I do occasionally have someone take my place here once in a while." José answered honestly.
Before José forgets, he hands the young man the only mail sent to him through the mail. "This was the only thing in your mailbox today. Don't you think it's odd that you get a red envelope? I mean, it's probably from someone that is sending you an invite." What am I invited to? "I don't think it's an invitation." I said in disbelief. Grabbing the envelope opener near the mailbox, I cut open the red envelope, hoping that it wasn't actually an invitation. Opening the envelope wider, I looked inside and saw a white letter neatly folded inside. Taking out the envelope, I opened it carefully and begin to read it:
Hello, my name is Miss Pauling. Someone from Reliable Excavation Demolition- or RED, for short… will arrive at your location to pick you up and bring you to New México, where you will take our train to Teufort. All new recruits always arrive at Teufort by train… consider it an initiation that both RED and BLU must be a part of. Upon boarding the train, there will be a crate with your class emblem on it and inside it will be your Pyro uniform. He will be there at 9:00a.m.. You have what Team Fortress Industries needs and will be the 9th class joining the RED Team. There are 9 classes: Medic, Heavy, Engineer, Spy, Sniper, Demoman, Soldier, Scout, and finally… Pyro- which will be the class you'll be hired for as a mercenary and will get paid. Upon your arrival, you will meet, RED Engineer, one of your teammates. He will take you to a location where you will meet me in person to sign the contract of employment to RED. Once you enter RED base, you will meet Engineer again and he will give you a tour around the base. At the end of your tour, he will show you your class's stock weapons, a locker space, and give you your key to the room you'll be staying in. When you finish unpacking your things, a meeting will take place inside the RED base's meeting room- which you should now know where it is, since it is included in the tour- for introductions. Any of the available information I have not given will be explained by one or more of your newfound teammates. Also, the information not provided by me or your teammates is strictly classified and will not be specified to anyone outside TF Industries.
Sincerely,
Miss Pauling
The Administrator's Assistant
TF Industries
9:00a.m.?... What time it? Looking at the clock, I notice its 8:30a.m.. Good. I still have time to pack my things. I re-read the letter a few more times to make sure this was real and also noticed a circle with a flame inside it. Is that my Pyro class emblem? I guess it is, if I'm the Pyro. The part time job I had at the fire station ended… yesterday. Did they know I currently had no job? Nah. Couldn't be… right? "Looks like I've been hired. I need to start packing… this guy at the place I'll start working at is picking me up soon." Taking the letter with me, I start walking back to my room. "Well, good luck with your new job!" José called out, making sure he could be heard. When I get to my room, I look at the alarm clock on my nightstand and see I have 25 minutes left until whoever is coming is supposed to pick me up.
By the time I've packed all my belongings, I check the alarm clock again and see I have 10 minutes until it becomes 9. So I took 15 minutes to gather all my things? Well, I do want to make sure I didn't forget anything. I take one last look before leaving my room one last time. Before going back to the main office to drop off my motel room key, I look at the letter one more time, but this time I see something I must have overlooked, a smaller piece of paper other than the letter from this Miss Pauling person. Taking it out, I opened it and begin reading:
Oh… and one more thing: Any clothing that you bring that you wish to wear will only be allowed during ceasefire only. Your uniform, clothing, and or hats from TF Industries are allowed during all matches. Don't worry about your uniform; it comes with a gas mask that'll hide your face perfectly. It's up to you if you want to show your face.
P.S.
The one picking you up knows to look for someone who has his face covered and is by the main office of the Motel.
-Miss Pauling
As I read this, I walked to the main office to save some time, instead of just standing there to read it and then walk to the main office. By the time I made it to the main office, I finished reading the note and put it back in the envelope. "Hey, José, I'm returning my room key." I said sadly. "I'm going to miss you, my friend. If they let me… I'll be sure to write to you." I smiled reassuringly. "That's good to know. I'll miss you, too." Said José hesitantly, hoping that this young man will be able to write to him.
"What time is that guy coming to pick you up?" questioned José, looking at the clock, seeing it was 8:58a.m.. "9a.m., why?" remembering that it was close to 9 when I last checked, I looked up to see it was one minute to 9. My eyes widen with concern, but I quickly calm myself because I realized that it wasn't a big deal. This guy who will be arriving might either come on time or be a few minutes late, depending on the traffic. Already walking outside the main office with my luggage in tow, I randomly said while not looking back, "The letter said this guy will be looking for me outside the main office." Deciding to look behind me now, I see José pointing at something. Following where he pointed, I saw one of those campervans come into the Motel's entrance. When I am out of the main office, the campervan pulls up right in front of me and then stops. "G'day." said the man inside the campervan, waving to me from inside. "Hurry and put your things in the back and then hop on in next to me, mate.", the man smiles weakly with a hint of impatience, not even trying to do his best to give a good first impression, ignoring what Spy and a few other of his teammates have advised him to do.
Giving him a thumbs-up, I walk to the back of his camper and opened the door. As I put my things inside someplace where it won't bump around as he drives, I didn't check to see what he had because I wanted to respect his personal space. Swiftly walking to the passenger door, so he wouldn't have to wait long, I got inside. Facing the one who is the owner of this campervan, I waited for him to introduce himself.
"Hi. Oi'm Sniper." Greeted the man, offering his right hand for a handshake, waited for me to shake it back. When I don't shake his hand, he puts his right hand back on the steering wheel and begins driving away. I quickly looked to see José waving good-bye… I try to wave bye too, but he probably didn't see it because Sniper's campervan turned as I was about to wave back to José.
Sniper stops at the exit of the Motel's lot that leads to a two-way road. Going left would lead you into town, while going right would lead you in the direction out of the states, since the Motel I stayed at was the closest to México's northern border. Before Sniper turns right, he feels that he should say something to ease his mind. "Its alroight if ya didn't want to shake me hand. Clearly you're not the handshaking type." Sniper chuckled, obviously trying to hide that he's uncomfortable right now. Not knowing what to do to pass the time, I just stay quiet and look through the window on my side, enjoying the view it provided me. Since I was bored, all I did was count whatever there were multiples of such as cars and people to keep myself preoccupied.
Sniper soon figured out that I wasn't much of a talker, so he relaxed a bit and was glad to find another person who didn't mind not talking, unlike Soldier or even the Scout. After a few days have gone by, stopping for food, gas, and rest along the way, we finally reached TF Industries' private train station that goes directly to Teufort… and stopped his camper. "Ok, mate. We have arrived at th-", looking over at me as he said this, he was surprised I'd fallen asleep. One thing about driving with another person who is also quiet as you, you can't tell if they went to sleep, unless that person snored. Apparently, this new teammate doesn't snore, which was another thing he found out, Sniper observed. "Wake up, mate. Ya got enough sleep already." Is there an earthquake? Slowly waking up, I notice there wasn't an earthquake, but the Sniper shaking my shoulder.
Shaking my head a little to get rid of any tiredness, I finally look at him. Grabbing the notepad and pen I have in my hoodie's pocket, I wrote down 'Sorry… didn't get much sleep last week. Wanted to make-up for it.' While he reads my first message, I look at my surroundings before I write again. 'Have we arrived?' "Yeah. That train there will take ya to the base. Oi won't be joinin' you, as you probably already know, roight?" I nod. "Good. Now, you go grab your things and board the train and oi'll meet you at the base." I nod again and hugged him before leaving the passenger side. Sniper felt surprised and a bit embarrassed from the unexpected hug. After I got out of his camper, I didn't go get my bags yet and had turned around, knowing that Sniper would probably say something about me hugging him… and waited.
"…Was that a 'thank you' hug?" Sniper finally said after noticing that I hadn't gone to get my bags just yet. Called it, I thought, while grinning behind the scarf covering my mouth. I gave him a shrug and a nod as my reply to him instead of writing in my notepad that I now placed back into my hoodie's pocket, since I have nothing else to say. A minute later after he didn't say anything more, I went to the back of his camper and grabbed my bags. Instead of passing to the right of his vehicle where the passenger side is, I decided to go to the left say my final good-bye before I left to go onto the train and meet him at the base later. I went to his window and tapped on it. I know I'll see him at the base, but you never know if it'll be the last time you see someone you've just met. Something could happen to him as he drives to the base. Sniper looks at the window I just tapped, see me wave at him and he waves back.
Now entering the train's cargo hold, I find it mostly empty except for some crates. Walking up to one, I find that the crate's height is up to my hips. One of the workers for the train shows up right outside the cargo hold I am in and tells me that they are departing in a minute as he closes the door to the cargo hold door. And, that I should ready myself for when they start moving, so that I don't fall on my butt from the sudden movement of the train. Doing as the guy says, I place my bags next to the crate and sit down, leaning my back against the crate so I can relax.
After about 10 minutes in after the train had started moving, I took out the red envelope I had gotten before all this started and reread it again, so that I didn't miss anything. Doesn't hurt to double or triple check things, right? After reading it, I put back the envelope in my bag and looked behind me at the crate I was leaning on, wondering if this was the crate Miss Pauling was talking about. Now standing, I looked at that crate, but each crate carefully as to not miss what she said in the letter. When I looked at the last crate, I saw a circle with an image that looks like fire. That must be my emblem, My Pyro emblem, that lets everyone know that I am the Pyro. Now that I think about it, nothing else would fit more than what it is now- but… what about the other classes? There are several different images that could represent their class. Guess I'll find out which one they have once I meet all of them. I already have an idea of what theirs could be, but it may not be what I have thought when I get there.
Without something to help me open the crate, it took me almost fifteen minutes, but I finally was able to open my crate. The top made a loud noise as it fell onto the cargo hold floor. Looking inside and true to Miss Pauling's word, my uniform is in there, neatly folded and the gas mask on top of it. First, I took out the gas mask to get a closer look. I turned it around to look at the perfectly made gas mask. This is the most high quality gas mask I've ever seen. Better than the ones I've used in the past. Setting aside the gas mask, I now take out my new uniform, but almost drop it when the train begins to slow down. No time to admire how great my new uniform is, huh? Oh, well. I begin to quickly take off my clothes and leave only my boxers and tank top on, since the asbestos suit will keep me warm. I neatly fold my clothes and put them in my bag before I quickly put on my uniform. After three minutes, I finally have it all on, except for the gas mask because I wouldn't have been able to fit my head through the neck hole of the suit. Now feeling that the train has completely stopped, I put on the gas mask… but after it's on for a minute or two, something weird happens. Everything around me changes. I no longer find myself in a dull colored cargo hold, but instead I'm in a hollowed out brownie with white frosting on the walls. The crate I found my uniform in is now a red present with white ribbon. Just as it came, it was gone and I no longer saw it as it became a normal cargo hold again.
What did I just see? Was it real or not?
Many questions start popping in my head of what had just occurred, but suddenly I was pulled from my thoughts as the door to the cargo hold opens.
A/N: Since this is taking place in México atm, what they say should be in Spanish, but to make it easier on me and you guys… I have put it in English. When he's not in México and he speaks to others without his mask and is speaking Spanish, I will be putting the words what it's supposed to be at the bottom. The list of classes in the letter is the order of which, in my story, have arrived at RED base.
P.S. I am so sorry it has taken me so long. I'll try to do my best to post my stories asap. :(
