TF2 fanfic

5

I half expected Leah to wake me up. She didn't. A knock on the door did. I got off the cot, stretched for a second and opened the door. Soldier was at the door.
"Maggot! Get to the kitchen and cook us something!" Soldier yelled.
"Fine." I muttered. I walked to the cafeteria, using my fuzzy memory from Miss Pauling's tour. I found the cafeteria pretty quickly, and was annoyed at Soldier. No body was there. I frowned but walked to the kitchen. Pyro wasn't there, and it was clear that people were here before me. While I cooked myself some breakfast, I looked outside through a window. A similar base like us stood about half of a mile away from our base, except this was blue, most likely our enemy (which I hope these 5 years are going to be war-free). I fixed myself breakfast and took the items in my hand; a small glass of OJ and a really small bowl of cereal. I walked into my room, closed the door and ate in silence.
"My room is depressing. I need to make this place a little nicer." I thought to myself. Sighing, I checked the pockets of my jeans. Left pocket; nothing but lint. Right pocket; nothing. Left back pocket; nothing, yay. Right back pocket; a small red pocket knife. Huh. Interesting. Don't know why it's here or how I even got that in the first place. I let out a groan of boredom.
"Might as well check out the base. See where everyone is." I thought getting up with my pocket knife and the dirty dishes. Soldier was in the HQ room with maps, radar things, and blueprints. Sniper was outside practicing his sharpshooting. Engie was in a back room with red toolboxes that held different machines, called buildings, inside; a sentry gun, a dispenser, and a teleporter. Demo was passed out drunk next to Engie. Pyro was in his(?) room, doing something with fire (the reason why I know this is because I smell smoke coming from Pyro's room). Spy is somewhere, I don't know where. Medic was in the Medical Facility with Heavy, and Scout was in the training area. I leaned against the doorway watching Scout train. He's pretty fast, and agile. He constantly switches with his Scattergun, pistol, and steel bat as he destroyed wooden targets shaped like us except for me. I sighed quietly, wishing that I could have my own weapons. Jumping into the train without anyone knowing and all. Scout took a second to wipe sweat off his face but a wooden target was about to attack behind him.
"Behind you!" I called out to Scout. He looked at me for a fraction of a second then whiped out his bat and whacked the target in the head. Scout didn't thank me for letting him know that a target was about to attack him, he just went on with his training. I left the area chuckling to my self thinking "Baka." {Author: Baka means idiot in Japanese. It's one of my favorite insults to say at people}

After wandering around the base for a bit, I went back to my depressingly empty room. I sat at the desk and put my head and arms on it.
"*sigh* it's so boring here." I thought to myself. I took out my pocket knife and switched the blade open. The blade was small but it was sharp. I drew my finger across the blade. The first time I swiped my finger across the blade, I almost dropped it because it was so sharp. Knives, at least where I'm from, are usually dull. Whose knife did this belong to? How and where did I get this knife? I closed the pocket knife and laid down on my cot face down. Again, it was uncomfortable but still okay. I was about to fall asleep when a knock on my door happened again. I got up and saw Pyro holding a plate with a small sandwich on it.
"Thank you." I told Pyro as Pyro left me and the sandwich behind. The sandwich was a ham sandwich with cheese, lettuce and tomato. There was even a little olive that was pierced by a toothpick on the top. As soon as I closed the door, I heard Heavy yell and scream and what sounds like tables and chairs crashing. I put the sandwich on the table and giggled. Another knock on the door occurred and it was Pyro again but he(?) looked like Heavy beat him(?) up. I smiled and gave Pyro the sandwich back. During the short time I had with the crew on the train, I learned that you shouldn't touch Heavy's Sandvich or you will pretty much die. And you shouldn't touch Heavy's gun, Sasha, or you will definitely die. I closed the door once again and sat on my cot smiling. This place may be boring, but the people I'm living with certainly aren't.