Team Fortress 2 Short: A Day In 2Fort

Chapter 1: A Blue Team's Family

Let me ask you a question: Have you ever played Team Fortress 2, and if you have then how many hours? Listen here, son. While you're clicking away at that little mouse of yours, I'm in here doing your work, making sure you win the round. And I'm tired of it, you just control us for your sick entertainment while me and my family fight, and die, and suffer for your achievements. This is a message to all of you, those who call themselves "gamers". I'm comin' for you, I don't know how but one day I WILL find you and I will kill every single one of y-

"Yo Engi, ya done writin' in dat little diary of yours? Or does baby Engi need more alone time?" Engineer looked over to see Scout at the doorway, making a mug that made anyone wanna rip his throat out.

"Can I help you, Scout?" Engi stood up from his laptop. "You know I don't like no one in my garage, you don't wanna see what happens when you go through my equipment, do ya?"

"Uh nobody cares a'bout your stupid crap, dumbass. The team's waiting for ya, not sure why we need a freakin' Engi on the team anyway." With that, Scout ran out of the room quicker than a fly fleeing from a swatter.

"That boy gives me a headache." Engi checked his watch. "Ah hell, for once the son of a bitch was useful." Engi felt a deeper meaning to 'Son of a bitch' cause' Scout was theoretically the son of Engi's deadliest rival, the Red Spy.

He rushed to the waiting room, he made it just in time to hear the announcement. "Attention, mission starts in one minuet." The second it was said, everyone started gearing up for the battle ahea of them

"Mmm, mm, mmmm, mmm. 'Hey, haven't seen you since yesterday's mission, is everything okay?" Engi took an 80 degree turn to find a friendly face right behind him.

"Howdy, Pyro. What can I do you for?" Engi asked blindly, attempting to ignore their question. "It seems like we're gonna get some sweet intelligence on 2Fort today, ain't we?"

Pyro stared at him for a moment, forgetting that Engi asked a question. "Mmm, mm. 'Oh, yeah I guess so." Pyro wasn't one to sound down in the dumps, through the mask anyone could feel their warm smile from hundreds of acres away. Well, Engi could.

"Mission begins in 30 seconds." Everyone looked around at one another with mixed expression. Engi grabbed his tool box and got ready to set down a teleporter.

"Get behind me, Doctor!" Heavy shouted for his best friend. He seemed more determined than usually, maybe we'll actually win a match this time. "We squash baby team like ants!" He said in a deep voice.

"If ve are lucky, I don't sinc ve have much of a chance with ze enemy team, zay have unusual items." Medic lost a hiccup of confidence after our long losing streak which still just continues to grow.

"Ah come on, mate. That's just a stereotype, it doesn't matter what you're wearing to be good at what you do." Sniper was probably the strongest one of the lot, even Pyro started having doubts of success, but not our Snipy.

Engi noticed Demoman distancing himself from the rest, he looked only half awake with a killer glare in his eye. He was defiantly drunk, again. "I'm gonna... kill ya... and kill ya... unti-" Demo dosed off and nearly fell to his knees.

Engi put his hand on Demo's shoulder which seemed to startle the drunken cyclops from the way he jerked up. "Drunk on the battlefield ain't a way to be, son. You won't even make it on the bridge in your condition." It seemed to have offended Demo in a way that made him look much more focused, which was... good?

"I'd rather shove a wrench up me own ass than take advice from the lights of YOU!" He brushed Engi's hand off and stepped forward. "Leave me be and defend the intelligence like a good little Engi." The door opened and everyone but Engi ran out the room, and they all died.

The enemy demo had set a sticky trap right at their spawn door, somehow he got out of his own spawn before the match even started. Engi and the enemy Demoman just stared at each other. "Hahahahaaa, the Devils gonna be pissed to clean this mess up."

The Demo fell over laughing, in return, Engi put the end of a Widowmaker shotgun barrel to his head and said "You shoulda oughta brought more gun, son." Then pulled the trigger. Engi wasn't much for killin', but this guy had it comin'.

Soon the team finished their re-spawn and all the main combat classes went to fight for control of the bridge, which should give him enough time to set up a sentry base near the intelligence.

Soon enough, the dispenser and sentry was at level two, and a level one tele. It was only a matter of time before a Spy or some smg Sniper arrived. But nothing came, and it was quiet for a solid four minuets. Was the team actually doing good? It made Engi a little jealous to think about, he wanted to go battle engineer and fight but he needed to defend the intelligence.

He began to hear footsteps, slowish and slightly heavy but not too much so. A pyro was coming. Engi pulled out his Wrangler and focused his sentry toward the closest entrance. "You're gonna become chop liver when I'm done with you."

My Pyro emerged from the hallway and just looked at him, "Mmm,m, mmmm. 'Hey Engineer, I was just coming to check on ya." That wasn't our Pyro, they would never call him by his full class name. EVER! The real Pyro knew all too well how much Engi hated his life as a slave to fight. Of course, Pyro theirself wasn't too sure how to feel about ENgi's beliefs, but they respected them non the less.

Engi was curious to see if he could keep the act going without getting backstabbed. "Hey Pyro, everything's mighty fine here. Could you be a doll and do a Spy check?" This made the "Pyro" stand a little more nervous, this was kinda fun. "Is everything okay?"

"Oh of course, I just ran out of ammo is all. But, there was something else I wanted to tell you." Spy dropped the fake flamethrower and got on... his knees? He slowly got closer the Engi, making the engineer incredibly uncomfortable. "Uh, Pyro? What... are you doing?"

The disguised Spy almost made it to Engi's side before standing up. "I just thought I could give you a nice little show for all your hard wo-" A flayer ripped right through the fake Pyro's chest and he tumbled to the ground, the disguise disappeared reveling a dead Spy.

"Hell of a shot, Mr." Engi said to the source of the flayer.

The (hopefully) real Pyro stood at the far entrance. "Mmm, mmm, mmmm, mm. 'Did you honestly think that was me?" Pyro walked up to the Spy and kicked the corps right between it's legs.

Engi set up his mechanical recliner from his tool box and took a breath. "Not for an instant, he gave it away from the get go." He looked at the corps before it disappeared. "That was one determined Spy, he made a move on me even before you did." Engi joked, and Pyro giggled a little too hard to it. 

It was quiet for a moment, but Pyro broke the silence. "Why does candy come out of people when they get hurt?" The question was a bit strange, but Engi remembered that they saw the world differently, literally.

"I couldn't tell you that one, no one could. But I'm sure the world has it's reasons." It was hard to keep the truth from them, they were too innocent in their own instincts to see the world for what it really was. Complete psychopath or not, they were family. And they were so much more to Engi, more than anyone could ever know.

This was a fun little project, I'll be sure to update it regularly. And with that I say: Make sure to check out my other stories and ideas, don't you dare forget to DESTROY that vote button with the power of a bull, and SLAP that follow button like your mother for more parts in the future! Y'all have a terrific night and an awesome tomorrow. BYEEEEEE!