TF2 Sniper x Reader: Memory of Snow (Editing)

Chapter Four

Sniper later came back to a puddle of blood on the floor, streaks of it leading out to the door. Following though it logically, realisation struck him like a pile of bricks.

So that explained the slight elevation in the snow.

Bits of fur and feathers clung onto him as if a whole zoo stampeded him. He made the mistake of smelling himself. His clothes let out this unbelievable stench that seemed like a mix of animal manure and own sweat. 

Engineer, or Dell, was working on some upgrade for the heating. (Even though you were also an Engineer, your main role was getting supplies for him because you hardly possess the brains to invent something as revolutionary as a sentry or dispenser.)

"Scout took a shovel to the head from (Y/N)," He answered without taking his eyes off his machines.

"Uh, huh," Was all he could muster. Crikey, he could not actually believe you would take an advantage on respawn and be driven to kill Scout.

Without remorse.

Without mercy.

Along with the other pets, he avoided the puddle with caution, guiding them back to their zone. He would not want to create more of a mess than it actually was. Dell's nose scrunched up when Sniper passed by, "Darn, you oughta get a shower."

Not only himself, the other animals should too. And maybe even their whole zone. Just a thought.

On his way to the showers, he noticed you mopping the floor. Bostonian blood streaked your arms from fingertip to elbow, all over your jacket and trousers. Walking pass you, he observed your tensed posture, suddenly realising he owed you an apology. An apology for almost ruining her rep by creating quite the scandalous mistake.

...

The warm water trickled down from the shower head. His eyes closed as he washed away the animal bits off of him. It was refreshing to get a shower- Wait hold on. He checked over his shoulder, could have sworn he felt some shuffling from behind the shower curtains. Nah, he was probably imagining or it was the wind.

After a rinse and drying himself with a towel, he donned some fresh clothes and headed to check on you. Strangely, you were not at the living room anymore. All that was left of you was a shiny and tidy floor. Probably taking a shower to wash away the blood.

"Jeez, Snipes. Ya oughta control your gal."

He knew exactly whose voice that belonged to. He shrugged it off as he was in no mood to argue with Jeremy.

"D'aww. Is someone sad that their sexy time with (Y/N) was interrupted?"

"Leave him alone, Jeremy," You said as you shouldered him along the way. Both men were taken by surprise since you basically came out of nowhere, or really, you appeared from the corner of the intersection of the hall. On one hand was your old clothes, the ones that were soaked in his blood. On the other was a large paper bag, "Oh yeah, and your phone's on the table."

You left the bag on the table besides Dell, "Here. These were the parts you were asking for."

"Thanks, sugar-cube."

Scout elbowed Sniper. He was opening his trap to say something else demeaning. Only when both Sniper and you handed him death glares did he shut his mouth tight.

A small hint of a grin ghosted over your face upon hearing Scout's frantic 'Oh my God' as he picked up his phone and took notice of the small note you had written, just for him.

Come to think of it, he and Stacy make a good match. A match made in hell, that is.