A/N: I'm back with another one-shot! If you recently checked out Bots Among Us, you would know that this does NOT mean I am abandoning everything else. Unfortunately, I have come down with writer's block, so I thought I'd try and fight it off with this. I almost have the next chapter for The New Story done, so watch for it coming soon!
At first, it was dark. Very dark. There were others around me, standing exactly as I was. I did not know them, and they did not know me. None of it even mattered, for we were all only simple rounds, waiting our turn to be fired out into the world. What point was there for living this way? There was no point. It was hardly life, more so just existence.
Everything lurched upwards. Another round was fired, and from the disapproving noises the wielder of my prison made, it was evident that the bullet did not hit its mark.
A waste.
A waste of a perfectly good bullet. Nothing was accomplished with the shot that sent that perfectly good bullet into the world outside.
Everything lurched upwards again, as the bullet above me was loaded into the chamber, ready to fire. I looked up to see him- no, her, looking back at me nervously. Before I could make a gesture, the owner pulled the trigger. The owner muttered something disapproving.
He missed again.
I had given up. The chamber opened, and I was forced into the slot. Three in a row, I told myself, was what was about to be witnessed. The barrel pointed straight at a large man dressed in mostly blue eating a sandwich. Then it moved, scanning the area for other targets. He could not have missed the large man, and judging by the red detailing on the gun, he was even the enemy, but the owner never fired.
A click alerted the owner that the gun was fully charged, ready to fire a lethal shot. The gun moved slightly to the left, targeting the large man once again, who was not spinning a large minigun while a significantly shorter man followed him with a blue beam. The owner paused, then took the shot.
A red trail followed me, showing the world my trajectory. I flew straight, straight into the large blue man's head, then out the back and through the shorter man's head. I continued my deadly flight, through another man's head, and into a blue machine, which exploded. Nothing could stop me as I continued to bolt through the air, passing cleanly through the head of yet another, younger man. I was amazed at the carnage I had produced. Looking back, four people and multiple machine parts lay, dead. I continued my descent, piercing a hole in a wall, then another, and flying off a cliff.
Maybe, I thought, just maybe, my existence wasn't such a waste after all.
A/N: You read right, folks, I just wrote over 400 words from the perspective of a Machina bullet! Also, as I wrote this, I was envisioning the map pl_upward, but who really cares about that. So, a question: Should I try and do this without other TF2 weapons? Lemme know in the reviews!