paranorm (tf2 fanfic ft all yo boys)

Chapter Two - Meet the Mercs

She presses numbers into a keypad, and a strong male voice comes over a speaker. It says, "Who's there? Whaddya want?!" She replies with, "It's Ms. Pauling, here with one of the new recruits." "Oh. Ok. WAIT WE'RE GETTING NEW RECRUITS?!" "Yes (jesus christ does anyone tell anybody anything around here), just open the gates, Soldier!" "Oh, right." The metal gates click and open, and you walk with her to the building. After another door, you finally get inside. You enter a huge garage. Sparks, flashes, and fizzing comes from the back corner which appears to be a workshop. Ms. Pauling looks at her watch with an anxious face, then looks at you with an anxious face. "I have to go literally, like, now, so you can talk to that guy over there," she points to the workshop area, "That's the Engineer. He's very sweet, and I'm sure you'll get along fine, he can show you around and introduce you to everyone, I really gotta go, the two other classes are here already, and I need to walk them here, so if you could do that, that would be great, I gotta go now, bye!" she says extremely fast in a single breath, god bless that poor woman. You cautiously approach the hunched figure in the workshop.

You clear your throat, and the man turns around.

He has goggles and a hardhat. He takes off the hat and puts the goggles on his forehead. He has, in your opinion, nice features and piercing blue eyes. He's only a little taller than you, and seems to be working on some kind of small gadget. He begins to speak with a sweet southern drawl. "Can I help you?" You take a moment to process his question, but answer once you know what he said. "Oh, um, yeah, actually. I'm one of the new classes. Ms. Pauling just left to pick up other people, and she said you could get me started on what I gotta do." He ponders this for a moment, then laughs heartily. "Oh, sure, sugarcube! Which class are ya?" You faintly blush at the nickname. "Uh... I think she said 'Paranorm' or something like that." He looks a bit shocked. "Oh, you're one of their new superhuman experiments. I heard about those. Interestin' stuff that is." So someone does know about me. Huh. He gestures to me to follow him, and we walk deeper into the building.

Engie (you decide that's what you'll call him) leads you down different corridors, gesturing to and explaining different areas. As he walks you to the rec room, you stumble across a group of men talking in the hallway. There's a young man with a cap bouncing a baseball off the adjacent wall. With him is a person in a fire-proof suit playing with a lighter and a unicorn toy. They don't seem to notice you. Something feels off, though. Like someone is... behind you..? You turn around instinctively to see nothing but plain old air. So you wave your arm through it, only to hit a solid object, which in turn grunts. Suddenly, a well dressed man with a balaclava seems to materialize before your eyes. He has silvery-gray eyes, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. "Ugh, why do you need to ruin my fun, mon ami?" His French accent is smooth yet cold. You just stand there and stare in awe. He catches on and explains. "Oh, It's just a bit of technologie," he says. "I am ze Spy." All you can manage is a nod. The other two people you saw earlier have now stopped and stared. The man with the cap speaks. He steps forward, and you get a good look at him. He looks a little bit younger, and is also kinda cute. "Yo, Engie! Who is dis?" Engie turns to face him. "Oh, right, this is one of our new classes! Para... something. Ah don't remember. Sorry pumpkin." He says that last part exclusively to you. Butterflies. Ugh. You speak up to prove to yourself you were stronger than that. "y/n! Well, uh... Paranorm! Nice to meet 'cha!" "Hmm... seems legit. Name's Scout! I'm basically the best one here, and I think you'll notice that pretty quickly." The Frenchman slaps him upside the head, at which you giggled a bit. Scout shot you a fake angry face, then gestured to the fellow in the fire-suit. They run up and hug you quickly, then step back. "Hudda hudda hu! Hud hudda hu," they gesture to the toy. You look helplessly to Engie for a translation, and he provides it. "This is Pyro, our fire class. Oh, and this here is Balloonicorn," he says, pointing at the unicorn. "Oh," you reply, "Well it is a pleasure to meet you both!" You give Pyro a nice smile before they tug your sleeve in the direction of the rec room. All of a sudden, quickened