In Hindsight…
A TF2 Fanfic
Chapter 2: Pyro
The world was full of pastels and bright streams of color that hung from the sky and traced spirals and lines on the ground. Pyro existed in a cocoon of bliss, where everything was good and bright. Sometimes, though, it had flickers of memories from the dark times, especially when it waited in the cozy limbo of Respawn. They were short bursts of recollection—usually riots of fluid red and orange color, backed by noises of crackling and the occasional chilling sound of the screams of a human in unbearable agony. Pyro would awaken, unsettled, and then become inspired to bring even more happiness to its little blue friends.
Its teammates were afraid of it, though. Pyro couldn't understand why its red friends often hid or laughed nervously when it came near to them. The only time that the Pyro remembered being sad was when it first came to stay at Mann Co. No one would stay in the same room as it, and for the first few weeks it only ever caught fleeting glimpses of its teammates. Loneliness started creeping into the rainbow world, and some things started to grow dark around the edges.
One day, though, everything changed. The Medic, smiling warily, was the first to approach Pyro, who was overjoyed. It embraced the Medic and took him by the hand, producing an origami paper flower and presenting it happily to the German, who took it and quickly left.
Behind the mask, Pyro had smiled.
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The hunger was starting to get to the Spy, and oftentimes he felt himself weak and lethargic. He hated it, but he could not eat what was given to him. Every night, he'd take his plate and step out into the cool evening air. Soon he'd return with an empty plate. He only hoped that his efforts would be enough.