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Lori Meyers loved horror movies. Her fascination with the genre was easily the driving point of most of her decisions in life, and her ultimate goal was to create her own unique horror film. She had her whole life planned out from start to finish. There's just one problem though...
Namely, money.
As Lori found out, it's quite hard to procure the necessary funds to even enroll herself to school. She needed more than passion. What was a girl to do when all she had was her encyclopaedic knowledge of writing and producing a horror film?
Luckily for her, she didn't need to look far.
To cut the story short, once upon a lazy Saturday morning, Lori received a phone call from Mae, asking how she was doing. After explaining her financial woes, Mae then stated she could help with that.
Cut to one interview with a rather eccentric company by the name of Mann Co., and Lori found herself designated as the Medic of a nine-man group. It was only through Mae's, and some help from the other members, recommendation that she was allowed to join the team. It was a surreal experience for her, in her honest opinion.
It was also very enlightening.
"Hey, Lori?" Mae called out. She was lying down on an operating table and strapped just maybe a bit too tightly for comfort.
"Hm?" Lori hummed absently as she continued on her work.
"Should I like be awake for this?" Mae asked, looking down at her chest cavity that had been pried open, her organs in complete display for the mouse medic to see. The only thing keeping her alive was a steady beam from a nearby medigun.
"Probably not." Lori waved her hand dismissively. "But I was told that it's better to keep the patient awake, so I can see what actually causes you pain."
"Yeah, but like is this safe?" Mae squirmed a bit.
"No moving, please." Lori advised. "Also, probably not because I accidentally cut a few things that would've killed you several times if it wasn't for the medigun."
"What?!"
"Oh, don't be such a baby." Lori rolled her eyes. "The medigun grows it back anyway, so no harm done."
Mae begrudgingly rested her head back down. "What are you even doing in there?"
"Oh, just some hands-on experience in anatomy." Lori took out a scalpel. "And some organ harvesting." She murmured under her breath.
"Wait, what was that last pa—"
"Oops!" Lori accidentally reached for the switch of her medigun and flipped it off, cutting off the beam and immediately killing off Mae. "Butterfingers." She giggled, twirling the scalpel in her hand.
As she continued to borrow some organs from the dead Mae, the door burst open as a figure shambled in inside the room, making Lori jump in surprise. "Wha—?! Wasn't there a sign that says 'Do not disturb' outside?! Read it!" she yelled indignantly.
The trespasser, who wore the designated uniform of the RED Pyro, ignored her, instead opting to continue their way towards the medic with no pause in their movement. They stood in front of her with an expectant look in their eyes.
Actually, Lori can't tell due to the gas mask they wore, but she got the idea. "What? Someone broke your arm or something? Say something!" she yelled.
The Pyro stared at her for a moment before reaching for his mask and pulling it off, revealing an orange furred cat with vivid green eyes. "Sorry. Can't speak with the mask on, you see."
Lori huffed. "Alright, but next time don't expect any healing from me if you don't say anything, got it?"
The Pyro chuckled. "Got it, doc."
A/n: I ran out of ideas for the Pyro.