Run Away [TF2XREADER]

Chapter 9- Dinner and Proper Introductions

You awoke to the sound of knocking on your door. You sat up groggily and turned towards the door, rubbing your eyes. "Come in." you mumbled. The man opened the door, facing your disheveled self. "Uh, I just wanted to let ya know that dinner is ready." From his accent he sounded to be a Texan, and from what he wore he seemed like he could have been a construction worker, or an engineer. He wore overalls and a thick rubber glove on his right hand, along with a hard hat and goggles. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and stared blankly at him, processing what he had said. "Wait- what?" Did he say dinner? Like- they made food, and I get to eat it with them? Like some awkward Thanksgiving with distant relatives that you don't recall ever meeting? But- FOOD?! For me?!?! The man chuckled at your confused expression. "Yeah, dinner. What did you expect, for us to let ya starve up here?" You looked off to the side and didn't reply, implying that you may have thought that something long those lines may have been what was going to happen. The man sighed and waved you over. "Come on now, let's go get some food in ya." You got up out of bed and shuffled over to him, trailing behind him as he led the way to the kitchen.

Finally arriving at the kitchen, you looked around to see all of the mercenaries helping themselves to what you assumed was dinner. It was pretty simple stuff- broccoli, chicken, and mashed potatoes. A simple dinner to most, but to you it was practically a grand feast. They didn't seem to have noticed you yet, so you continued to stand in the entrance of the kitchen, gaping. The man that had led you to the kitchen had gotten his food, and was about to sit down when he noticed that you hadn't moved. "Uh, kid, ya gonna get yourself some food or not?" He chuckled slightly. The rest of the mercenaries were confused until they looked over and saw who he was talking to. Their eyes settled on you, all of them having different expressions on their faces. Your cheeks heated up from all of the attention, quickly turning away and going towards where the food was. Grabbing a plate, you had a bit of a crisis. What if there's only a certain amount you're supposed to take? Oh God, I don't want to take too much. That would be rude. I really wanna make a good impression. But I also don't wanna go hungry, or seem ungrateful. I mean, this stuff looks incredible. Uhhhhhhhhh let's just try and have a decent amount. Like, the amount you'd expect some rando-kid to eat. Yeah...

You grabbed a single chicken breast, along with some broccoli, and a small scoop of the mashed potatoes. That should be fine, right? You turned back and faced the table, not sure where to sit. This feels like some highschool drama, and I have to pick out what table in the cafeteria I should sit at. Fuck, this is so awkward. You contemplated for a moment, before carefully going over to the empty chair closest you. Wait, shit- what if there are table manners I don't know of. Should I wait to eat? But some of them have already begun to eat, so it should be fine if I just start eating right? Damn me and my stupid overthinking brain. Hey! I'm just trying to help you keep from fucking everything up! If anything- "Are 'ou going to eat that, or are 'ou going to keep staring like a deer?" Jumping up, you looked to the mercenary who spoke, which happened to be Spy. You shook your head quickly, embarrassed. "N- no, I'm gonna eat." You spoke sheepishly, shrinking into yourself. You grabbed a fork and knife, and cut into the chicken, thankful that you had remembered your table manners. It had been a long time since you had used proper metallic utensils, so it took you a moment to adjust to doing so. You took a bite of the chicken, and it ended up being the best thing you had eaten. You threw most of your manners and self-respect out the window, your hunger taking over. Digging into the meal in front of you, you ended up finishing your plate very quickly, and were quite disappointed when you found out there was nothing else on your platter. Pouting slightly, you finally looked up from your plate to see all of the mercenaries looking at you with shocked expressions on their faces. Your face quickly turned red when you realized all of them were looking at you this way, and you nervously smiled and chuckled. "S- sorry. Guess I was just really hungry... Heh." The mercenary who, if you remembered correctly, was known as Heavy, aka Mikhail, spoke up. "Does little child want more?" You nodded slowly, feeling apprehensive to ask for more food after you completely demolished your first plate. Heavy grinned at your answer. "Good! Little one needs to eat food to get big and strong!" He then picked up your plate, filling it with much more food than what you had put on it before, and he also got you a glass of water along with it.