[ARCHIVED] TF2 book | Oneshots, Drawings ETC.

ENGIE IN BACKROOMS STUFF GO WEEEE

Stay calm. Stay calm, please, stay calm. Breath in, breath out. Wipe your tears away. You're going to be fine.

His hands clawed at his arms, grinding his teeth together once more. He felt tired. Maybe he should rest for a bit...no no that wouldn't be good.

The yellow walls seem to go on forever. He doesn't know how long he have gone on for. One thing for sure though, he broke down crying after probably a few hours of wandering. They don't know why they did that. It just happened. Darn. This place is taking a toll on their sanity, isn't it?

They just wanna go home. Back to the familiar grey with colored stripes walls of their team's base. They want to go back to the battlefield and back to the battle, back to protecting the Intel. Anywhere away from this place. Anywhere. He want to go back to normalcy. Please. Deep breaths. They took a moment before looking around again.

Yellow walls, yellow lights, faint noises of the flicking lights, every room being the same...wait flicking lights?—

He's sure as hell he haven't heard any flicking lights and with that knowledge, he immediately went to find the source of the noise. Though stopping himself from running so he won't pass the funk out. He doesn't think sleeping here would be a good idea. Instead, he started walking.

He stopped in his tracks as the floor under him seem to move, his breathing hitchen in his throat. Oh shi.
He started running. As fast as his legs can carry him.

They didn't look at where they were going. And of course it was too late to stop his body from running into a wall. He expected pain.
He didn't.
He went right through it.

Falling face first into the concrete floor. Groaning slightly, the Engineer forced himself up. Where was he? Was he finally out? This place looks like a warehouse. He slowly got up. There's a few bars of rebar peeking out.

Was he out? Finally? The fella turned and rushed to look around the place.
...it...goes on...he wasn't out.
They stood there. Their eyes behind their goggles staring blankly ahead. Sniffling, not wanting to break into tears again. Their hands quickly turned into fists as their nails dig into his palms.

A sob. They felt onto their knees and weeped.