Hello everyone! Thank you for your reviews! This story may not be as good as the previous one, as I wrote it out of nowhere while sick and sleepy.

The fact that Engie was named after a Russian sci-fi writer and his poem about Annie made me have the headcanon that Engie is actually a quite skilled writer. This story is based on this headcanon. Reviews are always welcomed and I hope you enjoy this story.

Engie couldn't sleep. He turned around, under the blankets that he gathered in his time with the crew, but was simply not able to find a comfortable way to sleep. He lets out a deep sigh. Moments like this are extremely common, as he is naturally a light sleeper, and in the late hours of the night the fear and guilt caused by the past always come to the back of his mind.

The engineer reached the side of his bed and lighted the red candle that was inside a colourful lamp. The lamp's colours clashed with the blankets' dull patterns, forming a funny effect. He admired it for a few seconds before putting his hand under the pillow and pulling out a notebook.

Engie liked to write. It was a nice distraction and helped him to get to sleep. Usually he writes about his adventures in the Dead City. Sometimes he writes about his feelings and worries. Sometimes he even creates his own stories, with the happy end that became an impossible dream for him. Once, he wrote about Her.

The sound of the pen forming words in the paper and the lamp's warm light have a soothing effect in him, and soon Engie falls asleep with his face on the notebook.

In the morning, when Engie opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is Pilot with the notebook in his hands. Engie jumps of his bed, already fully awake, and tries to get his notebook back, without success.

"Give it to me!" He yells.

"You were sleeping with your face on it! Look, there's even drool!" Pilot mocked, "but I can't understand what is written here. What is this? Did you write it?" He asked. In that moment the engineer was glad for writing in Russian.

"It's none of your business! Just give me the damn notebook."

"If I give it to you, will you tell me what's written?"

Engie was about to say no when Captain entered the room and stood near Pilot.

"Can I know why are the kids fighting?" Captain questioned with his usual loud voice.

"Mr. Engie is not going to tell me what is written in the notebook!" Pilot responded, showing the notebook to Captain.

"He took it without permission!" Engie said angrily.

Captain took the notebook and started reading it. Engie just sat in his bed asking himself if Captain understands Russian, and wished he doesn't.

"Oh my, it looks like a really nice tale is registered here! You should read it to your fellow minions!" Captain exclaimed happily while looking the other pages of the book.

"No, I'm not going to read it! You should just give the notebook back to me and forget about it!" Engie grunted as he buried his face in his hands. He can't even have just a simple distraction without having to deal with Captain and Pilot.

"Don't be like this, Mr. Engie! You must share your stories with the world!" Captain handed the notebook to Engie.

"Read it, Mr. Engie! I want to know the story!" You could see the curiosity in the lenses of Pilot's goggles.

Engie looked at them, and then drove his eyes to the notebook in his hands. He takes a deep breath. It looks like he just can't escape those two.

"Fine, I'll read it." He finally answered. Pilot cheered loudly and Captain clapped his hands while exclaiming something in German.

And that's how Engie got in the living room, in front of a sleepy Sniper who just woke up, Zee Captain who was drinking hot tea and a very agitated Pilot. Engie opened the notebook in the most surreal story of the bunch, the one he thought they would like the most, and started telling it. He made sure to describe the scenery and narrate the actions the best way he could. And Pilot seemed to be totally fascinated by the story.

After the engineer finished his storytelling, there was a round of applause for him.

"That was a very amusing story indeed! Engie will be promoted to official storyteller!" Captain beamed.

"I can't wait to hear more!" Pilot shouted happily, before standing up and going to his own missions.

"You're a good writer." Snippy said, standing up too.

Engie just murmured a "thanks" with a shy smile in his face.

At night, in his bed, Engie lit the lamp, took his pen and opened his notebook.

He had a new story to write.

Thank you for reading :D