TF2 Sniper x Reader: Memory of Snow (Editing)

Chapter Three

(D/N) = Dog Name

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When the minute and hour hand struck twelve, you were conflicted on whether or not to go for lunch. Sniper was dumbfounded when you told him you would skip lunch today but he respected your space and decision. Instead, you headed off to check on (D/N), which Soldier, under strict order, kept in a spare room, along with Pyro's Dalmation, Spots, Jennifer's Golden Retriever, Goldilocks, Archimedes, Demo's parrot, Captain One Eye, Sniper's owl, Sir Shootsalot.

On your way there, you bumped into your older sister.

"Hey, how's Stacy?" She gave a look of sorry towards you. Was this about your bed and sacrificing the comforts of a matress?

"Oh, it was absolutely wonderful, sister," Your tone overly sarcastic at this point.

"Skipping lunch again?"

"Yeah."

She sighed. Being the older sister, she took you as a responsibility quite seriously but now that you've grown, she let it off this time in respect of your own choices. Besides, she, too, would be exhausted if she had to mother both you and Stacy.

"Right. Please take care of yourself, kiddo. I'll keep Stacy under control for you," She walked away, her boots clicking and clacking away at the floor.

"Yes, ma'am." You murmured to yourself. Her boots stopped at the corner of the hallway, and stuck out her tongue at you before disappearing.

An extraordinary military sister, that's what she was.

No sooner had you stepped into the room did (D/N) pounce on you. The other animals, inquisitive, gathered around at the door to see what the commotion was all about.

You called it 'the pet zone', which was a much friendlier term than 'the cage', how Soldier called it. The place was cramped, definitely not suitable for pets who loved venturing out in the wild and roaming freely. Their source of food and water came from the several bowls or feeders of stale pet feed and water, that had not been replaced for a week. The litter boxes stank a foul stench that screamed neglection and laziness.

You poured fresh food and water for them from a sack in a locked cabinet and the tap whilst discarding the old ones into a trash bag. For 12 people in a team, only few of you took up the responsibility of clearing the shit and urine in the litter box. Even Medic, who, nonchalantly might I add, worked with blood and organs, would not dare to lay a single finger on the box. Whilst breathing through your mouth, you threw them away into the same bag. Quickly, with the trash as far from you as possible, you disposed of it outside.

Besides (D/N), the other canine and feathered creatures greeted you with energetic barks and chirps. You pitied them.

Imagine being trapped in the same old room with the same old food and water and an unclean toilet. It would have been a nightmare living under such conditions, with the only freedom they could taste was the one window opening to the outside world. It was a miracle they did not fall ill. But hey, at least they had one another, right?

These pets, being caged in this room for days before being allowed to go out on weekends, have formed close bonds with one another, even if they were not of the same species. You admired that.