TF2 x Reader One-Shots!

♧♡♤.:|Nightmare| Sniper x Reader|:.

IM ANGSTY AF SO Y'ALL ARE GONNA GET SOMETHIN' ANGSTY :D

!WARNING!
THIS WILL INCLUDE SOME THINGS THAT MIGHT TRIGGER SOME PEOPLE. IF YOU ARE PART OF THAT GROUP OF PEOPLE, TURN AWAY NOW!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

"Guys...?"

Nine mercenaries stood before her, each holding a disgusted expression on their face. [Y/N] sat on the ground, fear coating her very soul. Her whole body trembled and quivered as she stared at her friends, her family.

"Bringin' ya in was a mistake..." Scout spoke up. [Y/N] stared in horror. Scout was her best friend; How could he say such a thing?
Before she could blink, Scout turned his back and walked away. Soldier snarled and followed the bostonian.

Pyro just stood there. Although his mask was on, [Y/N] could clearly tell that he was disappointed. Her eyes began brimming with tears when she saw him hold a toy unicorn, the one she gifted him, and drop it onto the ground. The first tear escaped her eye as she saw her 'younger brother' turn his back on her and walk away.

"Pyro..." She whispered. Her frail figure began to shake madly. Why were they abandoning her?

Next up was Demoman. Her older brother figure, the one who would offer a shoulder and an ear for her in her darkest times. His one remaining eye stared coldly at her as he shook his head. He lifted the bottle of expensive booze [Y/N] saved up to buy for him and stared at it with utter hatred. With a thunk the bottle was on the floor, and he followed the other three mercenaries solemnly.

"Tavish...!" She almost sobbed.

[Y/N] didn't know what to do. Her body felt like it was chained to the ground; She couldn't move at all. The only action she could do was wrap her arms around herself and hope that this wasn't real.

"M-Mikhail...?" Heavy didn't even bother to look at her as he shook his head. The tears that streamed down her face never ceased as she continued to live through this hell. Medic placed his hand on the giant's back and walked away alongside him, but not before giving [Y/N] a dirty glare. In no time, they were gone as well.

What nearly broke her heart was when Engineer, her closest friend, stepped up. His reddened, puffy, baby blue eyes stared into [Y/N]'s tear filled [E/C] ones, holding despair and betrayal.

"D-Dell, Please-" Her mouth closed shut when his hand lifted to stop her.

"... Please don't talk ta me, [Y/N]..." His voice was hoarse and raspy, as if he had been crying for hours. Without another word, he took his hardhat off his head and walked away with the others.

Spy's expression had [Y/N] cowering away in fear. If looks could kill, she would be dead ten times over. A few clinks were heard, and when [Y/N] looked up to find the source of the sound, a butterfly knife was placed under her chin, directly in front of her throat. One small move would slit it right in half.

The frenchman, her friend, who helped her through thick and thin, who trained her to be the refined mercenary she stood to be, was now in front of her with his trusty knife to her throat; he was a force to be reckoned with in his state.

"'Ou are beyond lucky zhat 'ou have respawn." The Frenchman snarled. With a sharp move, the knife was taken away from [Y/N]'s throat, leaving a small scratch. The frenchman stood up and dusted his suit before walking away.