The Pyro was mysterious, nobody knew much about him, or her, nobody knows that either. One thing is known for sure though, it likes being alone. Every time Engineer would look into the intel room all he’d see was Pyro sitting on top of his dispenser, listening to the whirring of the teleporter, or the beeps of the sentry, with its beloved flamethrower close by. It would occasionally fire a few flares at the corners of the room, sometimes there would be a spy there, most of the time they just burst against the wall. All it really seemed to care about was that it was doing its job, and nobody was telling it how to do it. Pyro was happy with that. Ever since Engineer told him to stay by his machines, the REDs hadn’t lost a single briefcase. Nobody got through Pyro without its consent, not even the enemy Heavy and Medic. But it wasn’t as laid back as the other mercenaries, it took its job so seriously. Reliable Excavation Demolition is where Pyro belonged. It didn’t know how to do anything else, so it did what it was told to do. So it sat by Engineer’s machines, only moving when he told it to. Engineer was the only one Pyro seemed to actually have feelings for. Maybe it was the soothing voice, the contraptions that entertained it, or maybe the stuffed toys that he let Pyro play with before it would set them ablaze and watch them burn to ash. Whatever it was, it liked the texan, and it liked doing jobs to help out its team. One day though, Sniper came downstairs with Engineer to work on a new rifle, when they heard snoring coming from the intel room. Pyro had curled up by the dispenser and fallen asleep, he hadn’t left his post in three days, he must’ve passed out from exhaustion. “Look’s like Smokey finally hit the hay.” Engineer laughed “Hey mate, take his mask off. Let’s see what it looks like.” Sniper said nudging him “Heck no! If he woke up we’d all have a bad day.” “Fine, wanker. I’ll do it myself.” Sniper said as he approached the sleeping psychopath. The Australian gently reach his hand down Pyro’s jacket to try and find the bottom of his mask, when he found it and tried to pull up though, Pyro sprung back into consciousness, grabbed his flare gun and pressed it against Sniper’s forehead. He froze up, petrified of what he had gotten himself into. Pyro slowly brought his other hand up put his hand over Sniper’s face and pulled. This action greatly relieved him, the quick-drawing mercenary just thought he was a spy. When Pyro was convinced that he was real, he brought his gun down, stood up, and hugged Sniper. “Uh... There there mate. How ya been?” He said as he patted its back, the isolation clearly did something to it, and this was more evident when he noticed Engineer behind him. Pyro pushed the camper aside and latched onto its friend. “Woah boy! Easy there. Good to see you too Mumbles.” He said happily, it eventually got off and plopped onto the ground in front of Engineer “Aww, I know what you want, boy.” he reached into his pouch and pulled out a small stuffed version of Pyro. Heavy had made it for him, the big guy was actually pretty crafty. Nobody ever knew what Pyro’s voice sounds like, but they all knew what its laugh sounded like. It snatched the toy out of Engineers hands as it fell backwards and played happily with it. Sniper stood there, completely baffled as to what was going on, but the two others were laughing and enjoying some time together. But then, it froze, Pyro completely locked up and sprung back to its feet, he ran over to the machines and pulled a nail out of the dispenser’s toolbox. It then tore off one of his incendiaries and threw it down the hallway, detonating on a cloaked spies face. Pyro carefully pushed the nail through the back of his replica and fastened it to its sash. “Lookin’ good, Smokey.” Engineer said, giving Pyro a thumbs up. “Erm... Yeah mate, brings out your uh... jumpsuit.” Sniper wondered how someone as smart as Engineer would choose to be such good friends with Pyro instead of Medic, someone he could have intelligent conversations with. “Hey egghead, what about that new rifle?” He asked “Oh! Tarnation... I forgot all about it. See ya, Pyro.” the texan said as he grabbed his toolbox. Pyro watched as his friend walked down the hallway, its happiness cut off so quickly, the arsonist sighed deeply and went back to its post atop the dispenser. Flamethrower close by, flare gun in hand, and someone to keep it company on its torso.
