The fight was gruesome. Then, victory was declared for the Blu team, and the humiliation round began. They didn't kill each other, though. They just danced. Their contract was over! They were free of this hell!
But some took it out of hand. The Scouts playfully shot at each other, and no damage was done, but then...
Random crit.
The Red Scout cried out as he fell to the ground. The Red Spy's eyes widened, and his heart hammered in his chest.
One step.
Two steps.
Crimson staining red.
Three steps.
Collapse.
Laurent drew James close to him.
"Are 'ou okay?" James coughed up blood onto Laurent's face, but he didn't care.
"I...I never got to meet my dad..." Spy shook his head.
"No, 'ou did. 'Ou just never realized it." James sent up a hazed and confused look at Laurent.
"Who...?" Laurent started shaking. James' eyes widened.
"D-Dad?"
Laurent started crying quietly and held his dying son closer.
"I'm so sorry, James. For everything." James chuckled, then coughed again.
"No need. You did all you could. The child support helped a lot. I just wish my Ma could see us...gettin' along, heh. Who'da thought?" His eyes started getting glassy.
"I should be the one apologizing. I was the asshole..." Laurent clutched the young boy closer.
"This is my fault..."
"No. It's my fault for taking the job." James weakly reached for his father, to make him look at him.
"I don't wanna go, Spy."
Final words.
Final shudder of breath.
Anguish.
Hot tears falling onto a cold corpse.
Disbelief.
Holding him close.
He can't be dead, he can't be dead.
He waited.
And waited.
Respawn was shut off.
Furious yelling.
Beating the ground that caught the boy's body.
Cursing the air that the boy breathed.
Furiously fighting those trying to keep you safe.
"HE WAS MY BOY! HE CAN'T BE GONE, HE WAS MY BOY! NO! HE CAN'T-"
More tears.
Silence for those that have passed.
The closing of the eyes.
Mick took the dog tags off James' body.
"I'm sorry..."
Rage, redirected.
"You...THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"
Struggle.
Freedom of bonds.
A gun pointed at an innocent man.
"I TRUSTED 'OU, 'OU BASTARD! 'OU WERE SUPPOSED TO KEEP HIM SAFE! HE SAW 'OU AS A FATHER! A PROTECTOR!"
Click.
This one is jammed.
Taking the weapons of the dead.
Restrained again.
Surrender.
Tears soaking a balaclava.
Enough leeway to point it at the temple.
"au moins, je serai avec mon fils..."
A trigger pulled.
Two dead men.
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TF2 X Reader OneShots (ReDux)
FanfictionFor some reason, my first book disappeared off the face of the internet. I swear, I didn't delete it, and I'm very unhappy. A lot of work went into it. But here's a do-over.
