My attendance question for math
A/n: we almost to 1000 reads broggies (also trigger warning bc there be an attempted suicide in these parts)
Requested by @bionicbiitcq
(Opening Flashback) 1952
8 year-old Mick aimed his homemade slingshot at the unsuspecting bird high in the trees. Breathing steadily, he released his hand that was holding the rock back. But due to the unstable handiwork of the slingshot, it snapped into two before it could launch the small stone.
In a fit of fury, the child threw his broken weaponry on the ground and stamped it into bits.
Not satisfied, he stomped into his house and started yelling curse words that made a sailor blush.
"Goddamn piece of shit!" he slammed the screen door behind him and made his way to his room. His mother was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen. She saw his rage and stood up with her hands on her hips.
"Mick Mundy, you do not use that language under my roof!" she commanded, but her son ignored her, already passing up the kitchen.
When Mick got to his room, he ran straight to his bed, immediately regreting his choice of words.
His mother slowly trotted over to where her son resided in. Carefully, she opened the door and stepped in.
"Mick," she sighed, "You can't use that kind of language, it'll get you in big trouble someday"
Mick sniffled and looked up at his mother, "I- I'm sorry Mum" he scooted towards his mother and put his head on her shoulder.
"You have to be careful about what you say to people dearie, you might hurt someone" she rubbed his arm and kissed him on top of his head.
"Okay"
***1972
"C'mon mate, stand still for me" The now 28 year-old Mick focused his scope on a BLU Scout with the Intel. His profession went from shooting birds with a slingshot to hunting down people for money, and he loved it. The Sniper took pride in his work, and rarely made any mistakes.
His co-worker, however, was a wreck on the job. Classified as The Civilian, Y/n L/n dominated the battlefield with her recklessness and sheer dumb luck. Her teammates would tease her about her skills until it finally got to her head, lowering her self-esteem to the point where getting out of bed required a pep talk.
But that didn't stop her from falling love with Sniper. His rugged style and looks did a number her heart.
And today she was going to tell him.
Now, back to our rugged perfectionist, who was about to earn yet another headshot. He placed a finger on the trigger (which you should always NOT do when aiming c h i l d r e n, always put your hand on the trigger when you are about to shoot:)) and held his breath.
Three...
Two...
One...
"SNIPER" a voice shouted from below. It was Y/n waving him down.
"Arg! Wait No-"
He missed the shot.
"Look out!" Y/n cried, pointing behind him. The Aussie looked to his right to see a BLU Spy shimmering away.
"Oh no you're not" Sniper whipped out his ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) kukri and slashed the air, hitting the Spy right in his chest.
" BLU TEAM WINS"
