Team Fortress 2 Fusion AU Oneshots

Baby, We're a Firework (Vague PyroScout)

The battle of the day was in full swing. The RED team had already captured the first point and was fighting hard to get to the second. It was hard as hell though; the BLU Engineer had placed his turret in the worst place possible (for the RED team, anyway), and as far as Scout could see his team's Spy couldn't do anything about it. The poor bastard was being hounded by the other Pyro. Maybe it served him right for messing with them yesterday, but Scout couldn't laugh at the Frenchman's misfortune this time. Not when a constantly ÜberCharged BLU Medic was allowing their Heavy to tear through his team like paper when the rest of the enemy team wasn't fucking them all over.

Scout groaned as he stumbled out of the respawn machine, holding his aching head. The respawn machine was a literal work of miracles, but the lingering pains of the previous death always stuck around for a little while. In this case, the BLU Sniper had blown his damn brains out and his head still screamed at the pain. It dulled quickly, but Scout still needed a moment to compose himself before going back out to kick some ass.

Just as he had gained his composure, he heard the sound of someone stumbling out of respawn just as he had. Scout turned around to see his team's Pyro, who was leaning against the wall and holding where he assumed their stomach was. Poor thing.

"Good luck out there, man," Scout said, giving them a smile when they turned the mask to face him.

He considered asking about Pyro's wellbeing, but after checking how much time they had left to capture the damn point, he decided to cut the conversation short with a thumbs up before running out to kick ass and take names. In spite of the rush of battle, he noted that it took a little longer than usual for Pyro to come out. He brushes it off before running in, only to be sent back into the respawn room once more... And then a few other times.

At this point, Scout was ready to accept defeat. He was pissed about it, and there was definitely going to be some complaining after they all returned to their bases, but there didn't seem to be a way into victory. The BLU team had too much going for them this time.

But regardless of whether or not they would lose, there was no way in hell he was going to hide before the round was even over. It was the least prideful thing he could think of doing... Plus, more than one of his subordinates would be on his ass about it for the rest of his life, especially Spy. The hypocritical bastard.

With guns blazing and a battle cry, he ran right into the fray... And then into Pyro before the world went white, and everything changed.

Later, if someone were to ask Scout what he and Pyro became, he couldn't give a sensible answer. In that moment, Scout wasn't him anymore, and yet... He kind of was. He was also a little bit of Pyro, who wasn't quite themselves, either. It was like someone had taken the pair of them and... Fused them together, turning them into one being.

When they opened their eyes (all three of them), one thing that stood out was how everything looked... Soft. Thanks to Scout, they could see everything as it really was, but... Softer, like they were taking the rose-tinted glasses metaphor literally. Everything was in pastels and the blood on the ground and walls shone and sparkled much more than it should've. In Scout's mind, anyway. The second thing that caught their attention was how much taller they were now. Before, they could really only tower Engie, but now they were even taller than Heavy, who, like everyone else, ignored the objective in favor of staring at them.

They looked down at themselves to find that even their clothes were an odd amalgamation of Scout's and Pyro's old clothes. They appeared to have Pyro's boots and suit, but it was tied around their waist to reveal a red tank top on their torso. A look at their nose found that it, and the bottom half of their face, was hidden by a gas mask. The gloves that hid Pyro's hands were shorter, revealing the wrapping that still remained on their hands from Scout. In one hand was a longer version of Scout's bulky scattergun, and in the other... Their flamethrower.