Mundy pushed out from under his bed like an Olympic swimmer, swirling out of his corporeal body like a fledging fowl. Tonight, he wasn't going to be dreaming. Instead, he would exist out of his body for the night. He shook out his tawny wings and perched on the corner of his small bed, next to his resting form. He had left the window open, seeing as it was a temperate night for once in Badwater. He soared out the window, not even stopping to settle on the sill to think. He ascended over the base on a vertical updraft, floating under the full moon. Beneath him, only the small night life stirred, weary of barn owls. Bet they'd never met an eastern barn owl. He glided over the desert critters and made his way further into the sky, rising a few feet before tucking his wings in and diving silently. He shifted into a form more resembling himself, landing gently feet first on the orange sand, right in front of RED base. He soothed his remaining ruffled feathers down, then wisped inside the red covered building. He passed through the door, without a second thought other than to check up on the rest of his teammates. He wondered if this could be counted as nosy, but he didn't really have anything else to do, nor did he care. Entering the hallway, doors with class emblems greeted him. To his right was his own room, now turned into storage space. On his right was Engie's room/workshop, one of the largest rooms other than the infirmary for its combined space. A sizzling emitted from the room and curiously he slipped inside. There he found Engie huddled around one of his contraptions, welding away. From under the mask, he looked incredibly dissatisfied and exhausted. Sniper drifted above him to see what he could possibly be creating at this hour. He honestly couldn't make sense of the abstract metal, jutting and protruding out at insensible angles. Engineer must have noticed his presence and paused. He swung a wrench around in paranoia to no avail, only spreading Mundy's hazy exterior around like incense in the wind. Nonetheless, he took pity on the tired man. In an act of benevolence, he patted him on the shoulder, directing an air of quiet. Something inside the smaller man's head changed, and he swayed over and collapsed into his bed. That was one nice thing he could do for the hardworking man. One down, eight to go. He wafted onto the next room, Demo's. There he found Demo and the BLU Soldier strung out on the bed after having a bros night in. Demo was hanging off either side of the bed like a dead man, and Soldier was using his stomach as a pillow. Demo, in turn, was pushing Soldier's helmet over his face. He would have assumed both had died horribly, if it wasn't for the fact, they were snoring up the equivalent of a freight train and a fighter jet. Both were covered in alcohol and other mysterious substances, many arguably flammable. Resting in an armchair was Eyelander, surrounded by raccoons, looking rather displeased for being an inanimate sword. Mundy tried to sneak past unnoticed but failed. "You..." The anger spirit's voice filled his mind. He grimaced at the volume. "Me?" He gestured. "Yes, you. Get these foul beasts from my hilt and..." The wicked claymore contemplated for a moment. "You shall be exempt from my endless wrath." The sword offered. "Since you asked nicely." Mundy rolled his eyes and approached the furry bandits threatening the sword. The animals at the sight of a half owl fled to their respective owner, abandoning their captive. "Thank you Hoolet." The cursed sword expressed, unintentionally (or intentionally) calling him a baby. Mundy paid his respects to the spirit and left, seeing as he'd rather spend as little time as possible with the sinister being. He made his way into Spy's room next, relieved he was no longer hearing a buzz about heads. A fire smoldered, spreading pale light across his smoking room. Sat in the chair was Spy, and he wondered if he was awake. Cautiously he inched forward in case he wasn't wearing his balaclava. His face was instead obscured by a book reading "How to Make Amends as a Deadbeat Father." He giggled and hoped the book had taught him something as he made his way past to the next room. Next up was the infirmary, along with Heavy and Medic's room. As he streaked through the dark, empty infirmary, his ears pricked. Muffled weeping could be heard, emitting from the organ fridge. Morbid curiosity took the better part of him, and he peeked inside. He squawked in surprise, and so did the spy in the fridge. He backed out the door and fell back into the air. Lots of questions filled his mind. He gathered his courage and peered through again. "I think I'm starting to zee things." The figure sniffled. "No, you're not." Sniper responded. "Owls don't talk. Leave me or kill me demon." Mundy's feathers drew back. "I'm not a demon or an owl." He drew back from out of the fridge. To help or not to help, he pondered. Even though the BLU Spy was his sworn enemy, he still had to help. He'd regret it if he didn't. He sighed and began trying to open the door with beak. When that didn't work, he used up all the saved energy his body could muster and pulled with his talons. The door came free with a clang. Finally, the man realized he was being freed. He quickly took advantage of this and rolled onto the floor with a clatter. Luckily and unluckily, the device keeping him hardly alive didn't break. He managed to right himself, bewildered and stunned. He looked around for his savior, but Mundy had already fled the scene. Bad enough to save your regular killer, worse to be seen. He paused to rest in the next room. There he found Heavy and Medic, and a flock of thirty doves. Some of the doves, including a splotchy red one, were nestled in with their owner and his lover. The other half of the birds were more troublesome, roosting on Heavy's beloved Sasha. Out of respect, he scared the doves (and one rogue pigeon) off the minigun with a hiss. The birds scattered, redistributing back around the moonlit room. He flapped at the birds as a final warning and progressed into Soldier's room. The room was obnoxiously American, the walls haphazardly painted red, white, and blue. Soldier always said he slept with one eye open, and it appeared true. He also slept with his rocket launcher, tucked into his American flag sheets. He looked much calmer than he was at day, no longer screaming or blowing his blasted bugle. Mundy swooped over the military man to the next room, Pyro's. The room was bubblegum pink by Pyro's request. Drawing supplies were littered around the room, papers depicting cute bubbly portraits of himself and the rest of the team. Pyro themself was in a pink onesie snuggling a balloonicorn, looking very cozy. He smiled at the little maniac before wisping away to visit the star of the show. He bounded into the room, landing in Tom Jones heaven. Elegant reds, bonk cans, and album covers decorated each wall. Bean bags and comics were strewn about, along with art and clothes. Also strewn about was Scout, flexed and contorted impossibly, half covered by his sheets. Mundy had to admit he looked very handsome, but like how a gymnast is pretty and elegant until they turn themself into a human pretzel. Mundy beat his wings at the runner, sending restful vehemence his way. Always nice to help a mate out, seeing as insomnia was a common occurrence out of the battlefield. With one last beat of his wings, he left RED base for the night. The moon hung lower in the sky than his first departure, still giving him a few more hours to enjoy flight and weightlessness. Actions in the night speak louder than words in the day.
AN: I'm sorry if this sucks, the idea came to me in a dream, and I couldn't not write this lil bit of fluff! Please tell me whatcha think about this dreamers 3