Pit-Trap: I do not own these characters, TF2, etc.
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Y is for yuck.
"Hey, Spy?" Scout whispered to Spy as he leaned a little closer.
Spy didn't look up, just let out a quiet, "Hm?"
"You're real good with food, right?"
"What?" Spy raised an eyebrow.
"Y'know, you really know a lot about food 'n' are good at makin' it…"
"I am good at making a large number of dishes and quite knowledgeable, yes. Pourquoi?"
"I was wonderin'," Scout looked at his plate in front of him. "If ya could tell me what I'm attempting to stomach here."
"Zhe traditional Scottish dish Demoman so kindly made us," Spy poked the food in question with his fork. "'aggis."
"I know it's haggis," Scout said as he poked at his own plate of haggis. "I was wonderin' what exactly it's made of, though."
"Eet is a sort of pudding make with sheep's 'eart, liver, and lungs, oatmeal, minced onion, suet, salt, and spices," Spy explained to Scout. "Eet is traditionally encased in an animal's stomach and simmered zere."
"Yuck."
"Indeed."
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Y is for yell.
"Ahhh!"
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!"
"Get it out, get it out, get it out!"
"Aw, would both of ya quit your yellin'?" Sniper glared at Medic and Scout, both of which had decided to plaster themselves against a nearby wall. "S'just a little snake."
"Little?" Scout repeated, still not moving from the wall. "That thing's huge! And did you see its freakin' teeth, man?!"
"And it's in our cabinet," Medic shivered. "Vhere ve keep our plates and cups… How unsanitary!"
Sniper rolled his eyes. After reaching his hand in, Sniper pulled a snake out of the cabinet. It loosely curled around his wrist and flicked its tongue out rapidly. "Aw, ain't she cute?" he said as he gazed at the creature.
"Cute?" Scout looked taken aback. "That thing is not cute! Lyra is cute!"
"My doves are cute," Medic put in.
"Sure," Scout agreed. "But a freakin' snake? That is not cute!"
"Pfft," Sniper snorted. "Would you two just look at 'er? She's a right beauty!"
The two were already staring at the snake in horror anyway. "Ugh," Medic groaned. "Vould you just take it outside already, Sniper?"
"Fine, fine," Sniper said as he made to exit the kitchen. But just as he passed Scout and Medic, he suddenly lunged the hand holding the snake at them, shouting, "She's gonna get 'cha!"
Scout and Medic screamed, jumping back and nearly falling all over each other.
Sniper laughed out loud. "Oh, your yellin' is priceless."
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Y is for yogurt.
Engineer slowly took his goggles off with one hand and shook them a little. His other hand came up to his face to wipe it. His now visible, and very angry, eyes scanned the table venomously.
The other BLUs visibly wilted at the sight of his scowl.
"Who threw that yogurt?!"
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Y is for yawn.
Pyro shifted a bit in his seat. An odd, muffled sound came out from his mask.
"You say somethin', Pyro?" Engineer, who was sitting next to him, asked.
"Nph," Pyro responded with a shake of his head. "Jsst mph ywnn."
"Oh, a yawn? I suppose it is gettin' rather late," Engineer said as he checked the time on a nearby clock. He suddenly brought a hand up to his mouth to cover it as he yawned.
"Oh, great," Scout said. He was sitting across from the two and now glaring at them both. "Look what you just started, Pyro!"
"Wnph?"
"You know what they about yawning," Engineer explained. "It's contagious."
"And I'm highly allergic!" Scout spat. His lips twitched. He was trying to hold it back, but after a moment, his mouth opened to let out a loud yawn. "Ah, damn it."
Medic let out a loud yawn as well. "Zat's my signal to go to bed. Good night." He got up and left the table without another word as the rest of the BLUs in the kitchen said their goodnights to the man.
Engineer, Scout, and Pyro turned to Spy, who just raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Dnph ynf hnph mph unrph mph ywnn?" Pyro asked.
"No," Spy said simply.
"Seriously?" Scout frowned. "That is not fair. I swear I yawn when I just hear the fuckin' word." His frowned suddenly deepened. He made no attempt to hide his next yawn. "Shit, that's it. I'm goin' to bed." Scout got up from the table. "'Night!" he called as he left the kitchen.
Another muffled sound came from Pyro's mask. "Onf, wnff frph mnf," he snorted as he got up. "Gnnfph, Engiph, Spff."
"'Night, Pyro," Engineer nodded at the other. He covered another yawn with his hand. "Well I suppose I'll follow the crowd," he said as he got up from the kitchen table. He grabbed his glass from the table and put it in the sink before heading for the kitchen exit. "Don't stay up too late, Spy. We got a match tomorrow."
Spy just rolled his eyes as Engineer left. He looked back down to his book. He was mostly still as he read the book. Only his eyes darted back and forth as he read. He blinked. Suddenly, Spy's lips twitched. He swallowed and frowned, but that didn't help. A moment later, Spy yawned. "Ugh," he groaned, setting his book down and slapping a hand to his face. "Eet's so contagious."
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Y is for yes.
"C'mon, Engie!"
"Sol, I said no."
"But we need one!"
"No, we don't!"
"Yes, we do!"
"I am not havin' this argument with you, Soldier," Engineer said, before going back to upgrade his dispenser.
Soldier frowned, watching Engineer beat the machine with his wrench. After a minute, he said, "Don't make me do it, Engie."
"Do what?" Engineer didn't even look away from his dispenser.
"You know what."
Engineer froze. He slowly turned around to face Soldier. "You wouldn't."
"I would."
"Sol, think about what you're about to do here," Engineer tried to reason. "It'll hurt me just as much as you!"
"For the sake of the team, I will do it," Soldier said valiantly.
"Sol, this is too much for needin' one little t-"
"You had your chance, Engie!" Soldier interrupted. He then magically pulled Scout out of nowhere, but kept a hand over the Bostonian's mouth.
"Myhi, Enif!" Scout said in a cheery, muffled voice.
"Sol, please don't do it! Anything but that!"
"I'm truly sorry, Engie," Soldier said, but then removed his hand from Scout's mouth, allowing him to talk.
"NEED-A TELEPOTER HERE! NEED-A TELEPORTER HERE! NEED-A TELEPORTER HERE!"
Engineer and Soldier both covered their ears, but it was no use. They could still hear it.
"Make it stop!" Engineer cried.
"NEED-A TELEPORTER HERE! NEED-A TELEPORTER HE-"
"Then build a teleporter!" Soldier shouted back.
"NEED-A TELEPORTER HERE! NEED-A TELEPORTER HE-"
Engineer could take it for long. "Alright! Alright! I'll build your goddamn teleporter!."
Scout stopped yelling and Soldier immediately uncovered his ears. "Yes!" They high-fived.
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A/N: Do you know how many times I yawned while writing this. Do you.
This chapter was very serious. Especially that last one. Vry srs.