So, I'm not the best at this whole fanfic thing, but I'll still continue the story, just because of my crazy obsessive stubbornness and inability to quit. Not to mention how I know we all hate when someone just randomly quits writing a story without finishing it. I'm switching to first person in this chapter by the way. Trying to build onto Sniper's character here, diving into the subconscious of an anti-social young adult. Also, just a reminder, this is before he becomes the awesome and sexy character we all know and love, this is 18 year old Sniper, and Scout class is nonexistent at the moment, but will be introduced along with the romance. Oh did I give something away? Maybe... So enjoy, and as always, tips are welcome!

After I had finally been let out of the medical bay, I was put to work immediately. Even though I couldn't fight until the next day, because of TCI or whatever the Medic said. Basically, I was forced to do chores, washing dishes, laundry, floors, etc. Which wouldn't be too bad, but apparently my teammates are slobs. I found all manner of stuff in the laundry, including what I can only guess to be an expired jellybean.

The worst thing however, was Soldier who constantly barked at me: "You call that mopping, Sunshine!?" "I've seen dead roaches that can sweep better than you, Maggot!" "There's a mess in the kitchen, Precious!" "If you can't even do this right, how can you expect to survive in battle, Princess?"

Another thing about Soldier, was his nicknames for us, me in particular. Mostly he just called everyone else maggots, but for me he had a long list of names: Precious, Princess, Mary Sue, Sunshine, Weakling, Coward, Baby, Little Miss Muffin, Cowardly Lion, Dorothy, Bubbles, Tiny Tim, Cupcake and probably the worst was Private. I'm not entirely sure why it bugs me so much, maybe it's the amount of times he says it. Every other time he yells at me, he calls me private, and he yells at me a lot.

Most of the others picked up on Soldiers nicknames, except Medic and Pyro, mostly because I can't understand Pyro, and Medic never talks to me. I'm assuming it's because I'm the youngest, but I plan to wipe those grins of their faces when I'm on the battlefield tomorrow. For now though, I've got to put up with everyone.

I've decided that, when I'm allowed to, I'm going to live in my van.

I spent most of my free time trying to get answers out of Martin, but he usually just laughs me off or insults me, and here I thought he'd be the one person here I could talk to in this nut-house. Speaking of nuts, I've discovered that the rest of my teammates all have varying degrees of mental illness, the worst being Pyro and Soldier, and the best being Engie (As everyone calls him) and Demo, who I'm pretty certain is just drunk. I'm not entirely certain whether it's the stress of the job or if they were born like that, but one thing's for sure, I'm going to do my best to stay sane, and isolate myself from everyone.

Today was horrible to say the least, and now I have to stay in the medical bay for one last night, only this time Medic is staying overnight to make sure the medicine he gave me won't affect my performance. So far he hasn't actually said anything, but just keeps writing stuff down in a large notebook. When I tried talking to him, he just grunted. To make things worse, I discovered that he keeps doves in here. I like animals, but birds, which are some of the most disease-ridden creatures I know, should never be in contact with the sick or injured.

It's about 3:00 am and the Medic finally talked, only it wasn't to me, it was to someone on the phone, I couldn't hear everything he said, and a lot of it was in German, but it went something like this:

"No- no, I'll be back tomorrow…"

"No, I have a patient right now and…"

"Yes, I promise, tomorrow at 5…"

"Yes, schatzi…"

I tried asking who he was talking to, and he just glared at me.

Last night was long, the whole time I couldn't fall asleep because the Medic kept running around doing who knows what, but mostly fiddling with some sort of device with three metal bits sticking out of the bottom. Every time I tried to start a conversation with him, he'd grunt or glare. The closest thing to a sentence he said was: 'It's is almost morning." And that wasn't even directed at me.

I've completely given up on him; I won't even need him on the battlefield.

The battle against Blu starts in about two hours, and, to be honest, I have no idea why we're even fighting. I don't care though, I've learned to never ask questions when money's involved.