Lost In Another World. [A TF2/HL/HL2 Oc story]

🥀✨Chapter 2, page 1: The Rise of a Fallen Hero✨🥀

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🥀✨*With a groan and toss, Casca rolls herself out of the bed as she cracks her eyelids open, seeing a white haired elf outside her window.* •'Hold up— Elf-?'• *The handsome man ran off as he vanished into the woods, making her sit up, feeling a bird or 4 around and on her. As the door opened, Heavy stood there with Medic as they caught a glimpse of the long haired ginger blonde-brunette tipped girl. Heavy admires her Celtic room with woodland birds and a few foxes as they all scurried and flew back away. Casca rubs her eyes as she stood, wobbling back and forth till she stumbled forward. Medic was going to go in and help her but got stopped. Casca grabs the bed post as she saves herself from falling face plant.* "Casca needs to get ready, for today is her homecoming party." *Casca slowly nodded as she walks into a curtained room with a waterfall shower, removing her shirt, bra, pants and undergarments, hopping in. The water trickled down her shoulders and back as she washed out the blood and grime from her hair and body, noticing 4 more scars have been added to her body.*✨🥀
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🥀✨*As Casca made her way down the stairs, the large room was filled with people from all over. With a glimpse, she saw the German lady again. As she tried approaching her, Heavy walked in front of her as he takes her shoulder with a laugh, leading her to the table where 4 men sat at, Scout, Demoman, Soldier and Medic.* "Scout! Demoman! Soldier! Meet Casca! She is the 2ndary heavy weapon! The first female Heavy Weapon ever!" *Scout did a scoff as he laughs, keeping look at his tablet.* "Hoho! So is she fat like you??" *With a slam, Casca slammed her WWII Rheinmetall MG3 on the table, startling scout as he jolts, looking up at the Scarred masculine giant woman, a deed aura leaking from her as he panicked in fear, nodding.* "J-Just Jokes—" *Demoman and Soldier let our laughs as they point at scout, making Casca sigh, sitting down next to Heavy as she looks over.* "Is everyone always this playful?" *Heavy nodded as he opened his mouth.* "Well tiny teams and Big teams have their choice of-" *Heavy got cut off by a microphone and a loud laugh, sending bass waves around the room, almost deafening the people, besides a few.* "WELCOME!! WELCOME TO THE TEAM FORTRESS: RISE OF THE MERCENARIES!!" *Saxton blasted into the microphone as everyone began clapping and whooping.* "TODAY! WE HAVE A NEW MEMBER BY THE NAME, CASCA COOMER!" *His finger pointed at her as she stood.* *As she was up on the stage, she opened her mouth as her voice softly boomed into the microphone as her deep sweet British accent made it clear she needed all eyes and ears on her.* "A lot of things happened there, and... America got exploded. Everybody originates in Russia in a City called City-17. I've been at war with the horrible place for 8 years. And here. Here I am. With some people I hardly know. Some people I fought with. And people who I fought against. I wish to return to my place but seeing how people are relaxed here, makes me think after 8 years of war I can get sleep, not perfect, but wrest-less nightmares. But I'm glad to at least to meet you all. I go by The Survivor. Or just. The Heavy."✨🥀

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