How long has it been, months, days? Or has it simply been minutes or hours? You had no clue, you had been in this blackened abyss for an indefinite amount of time. Thoughts echoing within your mind, downplaying your every action. Your mental state slowly breaking, your very being was giving itself up, for it was useless.
At least...that's what you thought of yourself.
You knew that this mindset was wrong. You knew that you had to be better than this, even if you were dead. I mean what if this was some stupid test for reincarnation or something like that. You had to be determined to be better than before.
"Hey! Buddy! What are you doing here!?"
A voice, someone else was here, but...you couldn't see anything but yourself. Until a door was opened. Wait, a door!?
???: Hey man, you can't be back here, you gotta get in the waiting room.
Y/n: What the hell is this...hold up, a waiting room?
???: C'mon, we gotta get you all set up. Better yet, just follow me and I'll explain to you what's going on. Sound good?
Y/n: I don't... what is... the hells going on here?!
???: Just follow me, kid.
The mystery man led me through the doorway, revealing a large waiting room. Inside are a few rows of chairs, the occasional side table with a few magazines, which appear to be from different worlds, like on one table you see something about the newest alien celebrity and on another it's talking about an economic crisis with magical items... weird.
Your eyes then wander to the few people in this large space. One seems to be a young man or teenager, around your age. He has short messy brown hair and deep emerald eyes and is wearing a green jumpsuit. He seems to be conversing with what seems to be a superhero or villain. The man in question is wearing a red and black suit and is armed to high hell with weapons, you can't make out his face because he is wearing a mask of similar color.
To the other side of the room, you see a small light blue slime snoozing on a chair. Beside him is a very large man. He has long beautiful blonde hair with a green headband holding it up. He is also wearing a skintight black onesie with a yellow blazer and... yellow pants?
You continue to follow the door guy to an office, where he proceeds to tell you to sit, in which you comply. Now that you can actually see him, you take in his features. You'd say he's around 6 foot 5 inches and stocky with pale white skin and with a knowing feel about him. His tired vivid eyes adorn a loving pink hue, which oddly complements his long blue hair.
???: So kid, I read your file, and in all honesty, you died like a badass. Sucks that it was an anticlimactic death, but you get what you get. Now seeing as though your body has kept its original form, and that we are running dry on "heroes", imma give you a smooth 3 wishes.
Y/n: Hold up! Firstly, who are you and where am I? Secondly, what do you mean heroes and wishes?
???: Alright kid, I'll answer your questions. My name is Roman, and this place you are in is basically purgatory. When you die you have a chance to be reborn as a 'hero' for other worlds and stories. You are basically sent there to help guide the protags' win. The wishes thing is just so normie humans like you don't die when you get there, gives you another chance at life.
Y/n: Well then, what's this about running out of heroes to send? Are people just not dying anymore?
Roman: Nah, we just got an unlucky bunch, that's all. Now! Imma give you this list here, and your gonna put your wishes on it, don't worry too much about putting it into too much detail. We're not genies, we're trying to help you guys! Now go back into the waiting room and knock before you enter, got it? Good!
Roman proceeds to urge you out of his office and slam his door behind you. You give a quick glare to the door before heading towards an empty chair and sit down. When you sit you start to think, if this is all real then you get a chance to redeem yourself from your past life.
You look at the list and start thinking about your wishes. Should you ask for powers that are rivaled by none, or should you ask for an arsenal of weapons to shred your enemies? Again, you sit in silence for hours while thinking about what you could get. Eventually, you decide on two vital wishes and leave the third to you getting an mp3 player with a shit-ton of songs on it, like comical amounts of music.
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Wish Number One
A gauntlet that serves as a GUI of sorts, capable of telling me my progress as well as keeping an inventory and stats page
Wish Number Two
The ability to obtain similar paranormal abilities to the world I'm in
Wish Number Three
A portable music device with every possible song cataloged in it
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Looking at your list, you read it over a few more times, eventually deciding that this is what you wanted. You got up from your seat and walked up to Roman's office, knocking on his door.
Roman: Yeah, yeah. Give me a moment. Oh, it's you? Already got your list. It's only been like an hour? Eh, who am I to judge, come in, let's look at that list of yours.
You enter the man's office and sit in one of the chairs opposite of him. While doing so, he reads your list, nodding and humming in either agreement or tiredness. It takes him a few minutes before putting the list down, he looks at you then the list, then folds the list into an envelope before inserting it into a tube.
Roman: So... your requests have been sent in and to be completely honest, they are kinda underpowered. I mean, most of the time people ask for some sorta superweapon or some near-omnipotent superpowers or some shit like that. But you, you chose some pretty mundane requests, this makes our jobs a million times easier. You know what, your getting somethin' extra, your gonna get a boost to your training, both mental and physical. Alrighty then kid, your choice, old school or super futuristic?
Y/n: Um... I guess ill take old school?
Roman: Great! Well, that settles it! Just walk out the exit door here and you'll be on your way kid. Just be careful when you wake up!
You looked at him in slight confusion, before noticing the wall to your left glowing a slight red, eventually dying down to reveal a door. Deciding that this was the exit Roman was talking about, you walked towards it. Not before Roman said his final goodbye.
Roman: Hey kid, be safe and help that place out. As much as I like you, I don't want to see you anytime soon.
As you walked through the doorway, you were flashed with bright white light...
"Subject Number 29?"
"Are you avake?"
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Team Fortress Two : The Tenth Class
FanficAny and all characters belong to their respected owners I don't own TF2 ~~~~~ You just wanted to protect your home, but I guess helping your favorite group of mercs is cool. I mean, who wouldn't like to drink with the Demo, yell with Soldier and com...
