Upward tf2 fanfic

Hey guys, Nightmareslurk here, just wanted to say thanks for giving the story a look, always appreciated. This is a story I have been wanting to do for a while now, but never got around to. These characters are as accurate to culture as I could manage, so be sure to message me if I mess up, like mixing a Saudi Arabian custom with an Iraqi one.

Now Heavy could you do the disclaimer?

"Very well." Heavy nods "Nightmareslurk takes no ownership over TF2, it's characters, or settings. We own nothing except for OC's and the Frostwalker class and original weapons."

Intro

it has been three years since the old band of REDs had disbanded and the mercs had settled back into normal life for the most part save for the Soldier, who was MIA, and me, the Frostwalker, who had been trying to get a new contract with MANN Co. but as Redmond and Blutarch had been murdered be Gray, both teams had been disbanded. That was until the daughter of Blutarch and the son of Redmond had found out about their respective parent's deaths and how Mann Co. had not awarded them their respective companies. After several hard fought and cut throat legal battles, in which I happily assisted in sabotaging MANN Co.'s case by killing over half of their lawyers by locking them in their bedrooms and pouring my signature Nitrofrost into the air-conditioning system, turning the rooms into meat lockers and the lawyers to frozen cuts of beef. This had given the rest of them the proper coaxing to throw the case.

My actions did not go unnoticed and I was soon sent a letter by both RED and BLU, requesting I come to work for them. I was tempted by both but chose to go with RED out of hysteria and my residual distaste for BLU. I suspect that if Indigo Mann is anything like her father than I am bound for plenty of problems down the road, painful ones at that.

Mango Mann (Yes that's actually his name! ha-ha!) told me I would be at Upward permanently and he would have a team for me soon, and Indigo would likely be doing the same. The first bit of it had surprised me, as I had gotten used to moving about from place to place, heading back to Tuefort when the day had ended. I could get used to it though, as I was more excited as to the new teammates I would be getting and when they would arrive.

Mann had informed me that the Sniper, Pyro, and the Soldier would be here at the same time at 1 pm the next Thursday, nine days from now. So, for nine agonizing days I walked around base, trying to get a feel for the place as it had been heavily renovated since I had been here last. For example, the place now had a stairwell that went downward into the mountain it sat upon, leading into a living space very much like Tuefort. Wasn't as homely without the snooty remarks of a French snake or the excessive orders barked by a maniac, way too quiet for my taste, I had thought, just as I was thinking now.

I hadn't admitted it to anybody but from the old days in RED it wasn't the fighting, the eternal pardon of any crime Mann Co. provided, or even the money. It was the others. I missed the way Engineer would play his guitar late at night. I missed the way Scout would make fun of everybody for the smallest reason, I missed the way Demo would tell us stories of his time in Japan and other places, or how Engie would go on about his little toys. Most of all however I missed the way that no matter what I knew as long as we were there, that no matter what was said, we always knew we had the other nine to trust and be trusted by.

After Red disbanded the others save for me and Sol adapted decently well, as I said before. Though I have to say in that two years I had tried everything to find a way to fix it all. Thing was though, me and Sol were the only ones that WANTED to fight anymore and even he was slowing down after him and Heavy's sister had a kid, a healthy little girl, big and bold, just like her parents and uncle. Though he couldn't keep himself from war for long, it was his drug, it was the same for me, so we became partner's and took jobs together, the soldier and the Frostwalker, we were doing so well until the accident.

I had no idea it was going to happen, but in the end Soldier… Jane Doe, didn't make it out. I never saw him die and I couldn't let go of that strain of hope that he was alive. Nonetheless I had to break the news to the others and his family. I didn't go to the funeral, I couldn't, if I had that would mean accepting he was really gone. I couldn't do that.

The others had tried to contact me but I couldn't bring myself to talk to them, not after being the one there. The one that failed.

After that I soon found the appeal of drinking… heavily. I would down bottle after bottle to wash the guilt of failure away, but it never worked. Always I would hear them say on the radio or the Television, talking about the war in Vietnam. It was always either about our soldiers or their soldiers, but no matter what I always heard that word… Soldier, and I would be brought back to my sadness.

This continued until late 1974, when I tripped on a grenade, the very grenade that had rolled to my feet from where Sol had been standing when the accident happened. I had just sat and stared at it for a while, then suddenly I began to stand up and without even thinking about it I walked to my closet and opened it, my head full of memories of how Sully went and tore down those Nazi scumbags without even joining the military (despite his best efforts) and even handled a certain devil with a poor taste in facial hair.

I than looked up at my closet at my old uniform, a little faded and tattered but it was functional nonetheless. It had been than I decided to get back to work, using the war to get back into practice and then the assassinations to land me my old job.

The memories came flooding back to me. Playing chess with Medic, drinking with Demo, arguing over literature with Heavy. I even remembered figuring out Pyro's gender. That had been a day, but it turned out Demo was right in betting that Pyro was a-

Beep…

Beep…

Beep…

I was snapped out of my reminiscing by the microwave going off, telling me my chicken was done.

"Well, whoever these bastards are they 'ad best be RED material…"

Okay guys that was your first look at the Frostwalker. Like him? No? oh well he's here and it's not changing. Be sure to favorite and follow if you liked it, this is only the second story I've written and the first I've made about TF2, so I am open to criticism.

So, until next time remember, Nightmares lurk.

Nightmares