TF2 One Shots

Blackmail (Sniper x Spy)

Spy's P.O.V.

I was sitting down on one of the benches in the respawn base, looking through my black binder for the "Red Sniper" category. I made sure to keep everyone else from my team away by glaring at them, not that they really wanted to come near me.

I stood up, closed the binder, and walked to the back of the base with it. I grabbed Scout's headset on my way there. He objected for a second, before my glare quieted him. I leaned against the wall, and put the headset on, opening the binder back to where I was last. Only a minute passed before I heard noise coming from the other side.

"Are 'ou zhere?" My eyes narrowed as the Red Spy spoke.

"Obviously," I replied, not trying to hide my distaste for him.

"'e will be at "zha Sniper 'ouse". I will make sure zhat nobody goes zhere. Pyro will stay near zha entrance. 'our team will never know what hit zhem. Now," he said slowly, drawing out the word, "what information do you have to give me?"

"'our Engineer and Pyro 'ave been seeing each other for quite some time."

Red Spy chuckled darkly, and the sound of a pen scribbling on paper came through. "Excellent. Zhank 'ou for working with me, my fellow Spy."

"'our welcome." Static came from the headset, and I knew he left. I swiftly took off the headphones and walked to Scout. He yanked them from me and put them on his head, murmuring quietly.

I turned my back to my team, opened up my disguise kit, took out a cigarette, and lit it. I began to walk to a nearby pillar that was a part of our base and leaned on it. As I was smoking, I began recalling the day's events; my team capturing the first two parts of Dustbowl, Scout being given the "Holy Mackerel" and whacking the Red team with it, and, during set-up, the entire team started doing the conga. I can't believe that my team is this incompetent.

"Yo, Spy! Hurry up, man! It's killin' time!" Scout yelled, then ran out of the base, the others following suit. I rolled my eyes and walked outside. I dropped the cigarette down on the ground, stepped on it to put it out, and went to catch up with the others. I can only hope that the Red Spy is true to his word.

Near the end of the battle

Sniper's P.O.V.

I sat there, looking through the little crack that the wall and the ground made. I took out the magazine of my submachine gun and made sure that it had all its bullets. It obviously did. I sighed and reloaded the gun. It was near the end of the match and Pyro had been guarding me for all that time.

I haven't been able to do anything for this entire battle. Anytime I made a move to leave, it would stand right in front of me. Eventually, I gave up and just sat on the floor, shooting at the Blu team through the space and sometimes getting a kill. It was only when I needed more bullets that he would let me get some, but after I got more ammo, it would forced me back down to the lower level.

I looked up from where I was and saw Pyro still standing there, watching me. I repressed my shudders. I was still scared of it, even though it was on our team.

Finally, he left, but before he did, he pointed upstairs. What did he mean? What was up there? I nodded and began to run up the stairs, eager to find out what made me have to sit through the entire game.

Nothing. There was nothing. Everything was the same. I looked around, confused. Then I felt the barrel of a gun pressed into the back of my head.

"'ou always have 'our back turn at zha worst moments, Sniper."

"Whadya want, Spy?" I was still trapped in that glorious ignorance that came with not knowing which Spy it was, until I saw the blue sleeve of a suit. It pressed on my chest, pressing my closer to my enemy.