Run Away [TF2XREADER]

Chapter 8- Cleaning Up

You stood there for a while with a blank stare, not thinking or feeling anything. After about five minutes had passed, you finally looked around your new room. Shrugging off your backpack, you went and took out some of your things. You took out your notebook, journal, along with the many pens, markers, pencils, and other things that you had collected, and set them all on the desk. You didn't have much else with you other than some toiletries, which you set on the sink countertop, and a small blanket, which you kept in the backpack. Setting down the open bag, you moved to sit down on the bed when you stopped yourself. I should probably take a shower before getting settled. So that I don't, y'know, make everything here as dirty as me. Heading over to the bathroom, you closed the door behind you and shrugged off your clothes, throwing them into a pile in the corner of the bathroom. You then realized that there weren't any soaps in the shower, so you scavenged around the bathroom. When you looked under the sink, you were able to find some soaps and towels that looked dusty and old, as if they hadn't been touched in a long time. You shrugged and shook out the towel before setting it down on the countertop.

Moving toward the shower, you placed the soaps in one of the corners and turned it on. You felt the water, and after a moment realized the water wasn't getting any warmer. Moving to the faucet valve, you twisted it some more and waited, hoping you wouldn't have to go ask someone for help. That would be embarrassing. Oh God, I'm gonna have to confront them all again later. Eugh. Even the thought of having to confront the mercenaries again made you cringe. Feeling the water again, you took notice that it was finally warm, and hopped in. You let out a relieved breath of air, smiling to yourself. The feeling of the warm water trickle down your torso and down your legs, washing away the dirt and sweat from your skin was one of the greatest bursts of euphoria you had experienced. You looked through the soaps, looking for the shampoo. Finding it, you squeezed some of the product into your hand and scrubbed it into your scalp, making sure to get all of the dirt and crusties out of your hair. Rinsing out the soap, you realized how clean the air smelled, and air clean it felt. You already felt cleaner yourself. But you still had to wash your body, so you did just that. Looking through the soaps, you found a smaller bottle of body wash, which you poured out into your hands, and scrubbed yourself, the dirty water and soap flowing down the drain when you rinsed. You then got more of the body wash, and washed your face with it, making sure to screw your eyes shut so none of the soap would get in your eyes. While making sure to rinse out any remnants of the dirt, you took a moment to take in the sensation of the warm water flowing down your body. It was wonderful, to say the least, and at that moment you felt calm, and at peace. Looking down to the soaps, you realized that there were a lot that you hadn't used, so you decided to look through them.

There were the shampoo and body wash that you had used, but there was also a two-in-one shampoo and conditioner, another body wash, a face wash, an ordinary conditioner, and a fancy looking lotion, which you hadn't realized you had brought in with you. You decided you would use some of the conditioner, in hopes of helping the tangles out of your hair. Rubbing the conditioner in, you remembered something your grandma used to do before she passed. She used to leave the conditioner in your hair for a few minutes, and when she rinsed it out and blew it dry, it looked extra special for whatever event you were going to. You shrugged, and figured, Why not? No harm in trying that old trick. So, as you left the conditioner in your hair, you went ahead and used the facewash, even though you had already washed your face with the body wash. Honestly though, once you had gotten a whiff of the face wash, you couldn't not use it. It smelled of sandalwood, with a hint of mint. With the scent, you knew that it was probably a men's face wash, but you could care less given what you had been through. A nice smelling face wash is a nice smelling face wash, and I will be using it, whether you like it or not. You nodded to your own conclusion, pouring some of the soap onto your hand and washing your face with it. Once you had finished with the face wash, you set it down and waited another minute before washing out the conditioner, which rinsed out nicely and left your hair decently untangled and plenty smooth. As you stood under the showerhead, you enjoyed the time you had in it when you finally decided to get out, which your wrinkled fingertips and toes were grateful for. As you got out, you wrapped the towel around you and wrung as much water as you could out of your hair. You took the lotion out of the shower and placed it on the sinks' counter. Taking another towel which you used to towel dry your hair, you realized that you should probably brush it. You got your brush, which you had set on the sink counter along with the rest of your toiletries. You examined it, recognizing that it was dirty due to its relentless usage on your unshowered self. So you washed it out, rinsing it under the sink with soap and water. Once you were satisfied with its level of cleanliness, you brushed your hair out to the best of your abilities, which was much easier thanks to the conditioning you had done. Drying yourself off, you realized that you didn't have any clean clothes to change into. I don't feel like changing back into my dirty clothes. It wouldn't be a great idea anyway after getting super nice and clean. Well, actually not so much that it is a bad idea, and more like I just don't wanna. I feel nice and clean, and I wanna keep that feeling for as long as I possibly can.

As you opened the bathroom door, you noticed a figure race past. Panicking, you shut the door again and then questioned whether or not you had really seen a person, or if it was just an odd shadow moving across the wall. Slowly creaking the door open again, you peeked through it and into your room to see that no one was there. You exited the bathroom, heading over to where you had seen the figure, and inspected the area around you only to see some of the dresser's drawers had been opened. That wasn't like that before. Cautiously, you made your way over to the drawers and slid them completely open, revealing them to now be filled with new content, rather than being empty. There were clean clothes stuffed inside of them, and it looked as if they had been hastily thrown in. The clothes primarily consisted of the color scheme red, black, brown, and white. You didn't mind though, to you clean clothes were clean clothes, and as long as they fit, you would wear them. You picked out an outfit from the contents and made sure to layer in hopes of making yourself a tad more comfortable. You wore a white tank top, with a baggy white dress shirt and a red sweater on top. You rolled up the sleeves so that you wouldn't get too hot. Luckily you had just bought some underwear, and they were still in their fresh plastic wrapping, so you had clean underwear. While looking through the drawers, you also found some baggy jeans, which didn't quite fit you. Luckily for you, you had a belt you could use. Looking in the mirror, you realized how baggy everything looked on you, which wasn't much of a change since most of the stuff you wore was already pretty big on you. Eh it's fine I can live with it. At least I look decent and feel super nice and clean. Then it hit you. Wait, where could these guys have gotten clothes on such short notice? Unless... Oh God, I'm wearing their clothes aren't I. Ughhhhhhh. You covered your face, somewhat embarrassed, but mainly cringing at the fact that you were wearing a bunch of random guys' clothing. Does it really matter though? I mean, you did just use a bunch of their soaps. Probably at least. Also, if you're going to be living here for the 'while' that Miss Pauling suggested, you guys are all gonna have to get comfortable with each other. You sighed, giving in to the likely reality of the situation. Going back and looking through the drawers some more, you found a pair of socks, which fit you well enough.

You finally went over to the bed, flopping into it and getting comfortable. The bed was wonderful and much more comfortable than anything you had slept on in a long time. Bundling up in the beds' comforter, you remembered your blanket. Getting up and going through your bag, you realized it wasn't there. Rifling through it a second time just made you more sure that it was gone. Where could it have gone? I didn't take it out of my bag. Unless... Did one of them take it?! I mean, one of them had to have come in here to put the clothes in the dresser, and that figure I saw... Maybe that was one of them? Did they take it?! Why would they take it, it's just some dirty old blanket. To them maybe, but to me... That blanket had been given to you by your mother before her death, and it gave you great comfort. Seeing that it was gone made you very anxious very quickly. You didn't want to have to confront the mercenaries, so you decided that you would lay there and wait, prolonging the inevitable. Hopefully one of them will have it and I didn't lose it... Wrapped up in the soft comforter, you eventually dozed off.