Disclaimer: I do not own Team Fortress 2 (it belongs to Valve)

Chapter 1: What the hell is going on?

"What the heck!?"

"You got this too?!"

"Joy are you ok?"

We were all dumbfounded by this incident. 'Did stop working again?' I thought. We were on possibly our best round of 2fort ever, and then this happens. At that point, I felt like punching the table. However, the weirdest was yet to come. A message appeared on my computer out of the blue. It read 'Do you like TF2?' with a text box for what I presume to be where to enter the answer.

"Hey guys, a message appeared on-screen. Did this happen to you too?" I asked. However, I received no answer. 'Skype call must've crashed.' I thought. I got up and went to my brother's room, hoping to ask him if anything happened on his side. Strangely, the door was locked. 'This definitely isn't normal.' I thought. My little brother never locks his door, since he always forgets.

"Looks like I'll have to answer the question to find out." I muttered. I went back to my desktop and looked at the question. I typed in 'Yes, I do. TF2 is my favourite game.' The question disappeared and got replaced by another. This time it read: 'How long have you been playing?' I did the math and entered 'Been playing for 9 months if you count this month.' 'Are they interviewing me or something?' I thought. Then another appeared: 'What is your favourite class?' 'Yes, yes they are.' I answered mentally, entering 'Medic' and continuing.

The next question was the last, and probably the most out of place: 'What other abilities do you have? (Include only the ones applied in your imagination)' my first reaction was to comment "What's a question like this doing in a quiz about TF2?" However, I answered the other questions, so I went ahead and thought about it.

I scrolled through the other video games I played until I came across something. I considered it fitting, and entered it in. The moment I hit 'enter' my vision started getting dark. I only had time to think 'what the hell?!' before collapsing on my desktop.

The first thing I registered when I woke up is that I have been moved. This was not the desktop where I got knocked out. I got up, and surveyed my surroundings. It appears that I was in a 'classroom' of sorts. I could see several desks with papers on them. I could also see several other kids, who were separated in glass cubicles like the one I was in. Some were just waking up and others were just looking around. They look just as confused as I was. I called out to the boy next to me, a lad of 14 I think, and he responded. However, none of us could hear the others' voice, probably because the area was soundproof. As, I saw the other kids wake up, I wondered, 'Could we all have been kidnapped? Could this be some guy's sick joke? Is Dusk ok?' Those were just some of the millions of questions going through my head.

Suddenly, an announcement over an unseen intercom boomed, "All potential recruits, please proceed to the seat in front of you and complete the test." 'Recruits? Is that us?' Seeing as there was no way out of the area, I went ahead with the announcement, after all that was the only authority figure I've seen (Sorry, heard) since arriving. I went over to the seat, grabbed the pens on the table and started working. 'This is a weird day.' I thought, thinking of what sort of crazy questions would be inside.

The test was mostly a medical paper, partially to my surprise. Although they did slip a few interesting questions inside. Like asking us to theorise how the medigun works. I was extremely thankful to my imagination during the test, as I had already figured out most of the 'interesting' questions before. And I had researched most of the medical stuff. Even if this is all a dream, may as well grab the satisfaction of doing well before leaving right?

I went ahead and kept checking my work over and over, until I felt a tremor which threw my train of thought off. Angrily, I turned and looked for the offender. I was shocked to see the boy, once the first person I saw in this crazy place, was now a mess of body parts and blood.

Through the glass wall, I saw the bloody mess which used to be a human being, a charred and broken plastic scrap which might've been a table, and a small black metal scrap in the middle of it all, the device which ended his life. 'They're going to kill us!' I thought after recovering from the shock. Is this what they did to Dusk? To my friends? I stared at my finished test paper as if it was going to explode. For all I knew, it could've.

"Pens down. The test is over." I put my pen down and watched the others do the same. I kept thinking of that boy as the test papers disappeared, collected by an unseen force. 'What do they want from us?' I thought. I couldn't dwell on it for very long because I was knocked unconscious a second time.

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Thanks for taking the time to read the story. Review if you can (constructive criticism is greatly appreciated) and keep reading if you're interested. ( A chapter will be up once a week or more often depending on school workload.) This is Joywing signing off.