Tal (A Tf2 Fanfiction)

Entry 20 - Entry 21

It was around 8:00 when I was giving Kibo his bird food. After I was done, I walked over to the game room. Spy called for an important meeting, where he asked everyone to write down their dying wish in case they...die tomorrow. I had a note card in my hand, however, it wasn't my real dying wish. I planned on telling Spy my real dying wish later since I don't want the others to hear. I opened the door to find that most of the others was there. After three minutes of waiting, the meeting started, with Spy leading it.
"Gentlemen," he said. "You know why I called you here, and I hope you brought your dying wish, as instructed," He revealed a bucket, to Soldier's surprise.
"Dear God...not another one..."
"Yes, Soldier, it is anozher bucket."
"No!" Spy rolled his eyes and passed the bucket around. Everyone put their notecard in the bucket. When it came back to Spy, he put his hand in the bucket and scourged through the bucket. He took out a note card and read the dying wish of everyone.
Scout drew Spy getting hit by a car (to a few of the other's amusement), Soldier drew him teleporting bread (which led to the doc and Engie giving him a long lecture on why not to), Pyro drew rainbows (no one count interpret what he was saying when he tried to explain, even Engie), Demoman wanted to drink one more bottle of scrumpy, Heavy wanted to talk to his family one more time, Engie  and Sniper wished  for a good nights sleep, Medic wanted to conduct one last "experiment", and I wrote down that I wanted to finish reading The Three Musketeers. Spy never said his. Why? I don't know. When Scout asked him about this, he just ignored it. The meeting concluded and everyone went about their business. I walked over to  Spy's smoking room. When I got there, I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again. "Go away, Scout," I heard him say. I opened the door.
"I'm not Scout," I told him. He was sitting in a red chair I've seen several times before. He looked up from his book and back at me.
"Non, you are not. Come in," he said, blankly. I entered the room. "So, what is it that brings you here, Tal?"
"I-um...The wish I put in the bucket wasn't...really...my dying wish." Spy raised an eyebrow.
"Oh really? And why is that?" He got up to get a drink at his tiny bar, that was by a control panel. I followed him over there, explaining on my way why.
"It's something that...I can only tell you because it involves you. I didn't want the others to know or else they might of...flipped out a little." I sighed. Spy nodded, to show that he was listening.
"And what would this wish be?" He asked me, curious.
"I have a journal that I hide in my room...I've been writing in it for a while  now and...I was wondering that if you lived and I died then you would read it and some of it to the others..."
"Why would you trust me with this and not the others?"
"Well, to be honest, I don't really know...it's just that I trust you a lot more in keeping some of these secret. Part of that may have to do with you being a spy, heh." Spy looked at me with a grin. 
"Hm...very well. I don't carry these out often without something in return, however....but I only ask for a small thing." I looked at him curiously. What could he want? I wondered. He looked down at me and took his cigarette out of this mouth. "If I die and you live then could you...uh... tell a friend of mine what happened to me?" I tilted my head and looked at him.
"Who's this...friend?" I asked. I noticed that Spy hesitated for a moment before sighing and telling me.
"Scout's mozher, mon amie." That's not really strange, is it? I mean, they're just friends...right?

I smiled. "That should be e-" Spy interrupted me before I had a chance to finish my sentence. 

 "Before you say 'easy' let me correct myself. I meant to say...BLU Scout's mozher." Oh... Spy sighed again. "Don't ask," he told me. "It's better for you to not know, and for the others not to know." I nodded. 

 "O...okay. I-I promise!" He looked down at me with an amused grin. Hm...? What's so funny? I asked him what was so funny. Spy immediately frowned and looked down at the cigarette in his hand. 

 "It's nothing," he mumbled. I stared at him for a short while, wondering what he was thinking, before saying goodbye to him and leaving. 

 Now, I want to address about tomorrow. I don't understand how I haven't acquiesced to my fears yet, but tomorrow is a pretty big day, you know. I have another wish, you know, a wish that I want to make come true. I want all my friends to live tomorrow, no matter what the cost is. I'll make sure they live in some way, even if I have to sacrifice everything that I own. Well, I wish those BLUs good luck, 'cause they'll need it! We're ready, you know? Haha... Well, write in you tomorrow, notebook! Ciao ~! 

 ~Tal

(A/N: Entry 21 is extremely short sooooo here it is :P)

 Entry 21

 Today's the day...yay. Well, the battle starts in two hours. I guess I should get ready. I don't really care for fashion in battle...but as a random guy in the American Revolution said, if I'm going to die, I'm going to die in style! By the wa-

 Dangit Soldier...he had to interrupt me and made me forget what I was going to say. I ran out of eraser as well so I can't erase. D: Well, write later! ~ Tal