"Do you have your homework today?" Said the Chemistry teacher. I then stand calmly from my desk AND SCREECH,"AH DID WHAT AH CULD!" P.S- YEEEAH, it's been a while. BUT HALLOWEEN IS JUST SO DAMN SPOOKY
The Texan and Soldier had walked inside the base, covered in dirt, dust, and sore muscles from a long day of hole digging. It was now somewhere around seven in the afternoon, and the stoic military man had stated something about dinner. This would be a good time to meet the rest of the team too. She was curious to see what the others would look like- Della was good at remembering faces. She could pick anyone out of a crowd if she had seen their f-
"Oof!" The Texan grunted as she ran into somebody. She was about to apologize when she realized that someone had intentionally ran into her, and was now rubbing their face in the crook of her neck.
Her arms slightly raised at her sides in surprised, she looked at a rather pudgy figure. That may have been due to the heavy asbestos suit they wore, coupled with a bandolier of some sort of black canisters. They had a heavy gas tank on their back, held there by a few straps with pouches on them. The figure wore black gloves and thick boots, with an almost permanent tint of ash on them. What was even more surprising, was the gas mask they wore- Engineer could have swore she just saw a flicker of Hell in those lenses. They muffled something excitedly as Soldier hunched over and pointed at them, beginning to drill them.
"Get your hands off the new private, maggot! This is a war zone, not Valentines Day!" He barked.
The figure backed off and hopped from foot to foot rapidly while clapping their rather large hands. Then, they ran off past them both, down the hall towards the stairs and living quarters. The Texan still had her arms raised slightly in shock, as Soldier gave a small grunt.
"Do not be alarmed, private. That is the team's Pyro. What they lack in decency and respect, they make up for in the field of battle!"
Della shook her head and gave a small chuckle, and a slight smile as she straightened her collar,"Just surprised me, that's all. I reckon they're a jumpy one, ain't they? Well, that's quite alright with me, I suppose."
The two moved on to the kitchen and dining area, though Engineer had parted from Soldier, saying that she needed to wash up. After grabbing new clothes and taking a shower, she discarded her old wear in a laundry bin afterwards, and made her way to the kitchen. When she walked in, a slightly older man was slaving over the stove, cooking up an absolutely marvelous stir fry with all sorts of peppers and vegetables. He was too busy to notice her, though Scout called to her from the table. He sat across from Soldier, though nobody else was sitting down.
"Heh-hey, Engie! I thought you were gonna miss out on dinna' tonight!" He called.
The Texan sat down next to him and made herself comfortable, noting that Soldier still hadn't cleaned up,"Where's everyone else?" She asked.
The boy scoffed and shook his head,"Hell if I know. Demo's probably piss drunk dyin' somewhere, an' Spy's too much of a douchebag to hang with us. Pretty sure Snipah' just sits in his damn campa' van all day long an' drinks his piss for dinna'. Dunno where the Hell Heavy's at eitha', so. Good luck with that. Oh, and Mumbles just took off after stealin' a potato. Freak."
Della gave him a look and then a nod,"Well, that just seems a bit rude on their part. Shouldn't everyone be socializin' with eachother?"
"Pff, socializing? Who the Hell would wanna do that on their free time?"
The older man had now left the kitchen, placing a plate in front of Scout and I, and then came back with one for himself and Soldier. The dish itself was a mix of bell peppers, what was an obvious tinge of some sort of beer, mushrooms, and small pieces of onion coupled with a tinge of garlic. He wore a crisp, white, button-up collared shirt that looked rather formal combined with his belt and black slacks. He gave me a smile.
"Most of zhis' group's individuals are not sociable. In fact, you vill find that most of zhem are quite irritating, save for a collect few. Oh- and I am zhe medic of zhis team. You may call me Medic." The man who was Medic spoke in a German accent.
Engineer gave him a smile and extended her hand across the table to him for a shake. He glanced at it and suddenly took the wrist, and drew a large bone saw from behind- it must have been on the back of his belt. Della's face was one of utter shock- this man was going to cut off her hand! He then suddenly gave a cynical laugh, letting go as he brought a hand to his face. Scout looked horrified.
"I'm so sorry, my friend! It vas so hard to rezist! You should have seen zhe look on your face!" Medic laughed.
"I bet I looked like a' deer in headlights, you sure got me good, Doc.. I thought you were honestly gonna chop it off there for a second!" She laughed nervously.
After they calmed down, they shook hands properly, and began a conversation about modern science and medicine. Medic spoke of medicine, and she of engineering- the two instantly hitting it off to a good start. She listened to what he had to say, and he listened to what she had to say. He had also confirmed that, they could undo death. It was an interesting mechanic called 'Respawn' that all of those computer and interfaces down in the War Room monitored and controlled. The Engineer brought out the beer, and within an hour Scout was very confused and drunk. On his way out, he shambled into the corner of the wall- groaned- and fell over muttering something about his mother. She eventually ended up in the same state, though, she couldn't recall how many drinks she had.
Somewhere in that time- she didn't remember when- she ended up on a lab table, seeming completely dumbfounded that the Medic just cut her heart out of her body with a red vapor sinking into the wound- keeping her alive. Della watched in shock as he dug through a refrigerator full of God knows what. She did hear the voice of someone else, and Medic muttering something in return. When he returned, he held a massive heart in his hands. And promptly jammed it into her ribcage with a sharp yelp of pain from her.
The last thing Della remembered, was watching the red vapor intensify, and her stomach/chest cavity being sealed back up. She passed out at the sight.
Short chapter, I know. Really, really, short. That's what I get for trying to do it multiple nights at once JUST TO FORGET ABOOOOUT ITTT.