Run Away [TF2XREADER]

Chapter 41- Liquor

Mini intrusive thoughts tw towards the end.

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"Riddy! There ye are, I've been lookin' all over fer ya!"

You turned towards him, your soft smile fading as you noticed the bottle in his hand. "O-Oh, h-hey Demo!" You chuckled nervously, an instinct deep inside of you telling you to get away from him for a reason unbeknownst to you. Demo opened his mouth to speak, but then stopped, noticing the box in your hands. He pointed at it, curious. "What's that?" You stuttered, fidgeting with said box. "I-It's a knife polishing kit. Spy gave it to me." You spoke hurriedly, and the more you fell out of step with your usual casual and snarky self, the more Demo noticed something was off. "Oh, well how about ye go drop that off in yer room. I want ye to meet me outside the trainin' room." You blinked, stumbling over yourself internally before finally speaking. "O-Okay! Yep! Will do, see you there!" You gave him an awkward finger gun as you jogged away, nearly tripping as you made your way down the hall and towards your room, Demo giving you a weird look as he watched you leave.

Once you arrived at your room, you closed the door behind you, letting out a relieved breath of air as you leaned against the door and slid to the ground. Ugh, what the hell; my heart's racing. You pressed a hand to your chest, standing as you did so. You set the box down on your desk before going to the bathroom, looking in the mirror as you inspected your figure and demeanor. Ok, what the hell is wrong with me? Why do my fight or flight instincts kick in whenever I see him? No, I don't think he is exactly the problem, I think it's more something having to do with him.... Maybe more like.... His drinking thing? The fact that he does constantly have a bottle in hand does make me uncomfortable, but lately it's been worse. You shook your head, turning on the faucet to splash some cold water in your face, rubbing your hands along your frown. Turning the faucet off, you looked your wet mug in the eye, staring yourself down with your (e/c) eyes. You know what, screw my stupid instincts. I'm safe here, so I'm gonna ignore them unless something comes up to convince me otherwise. You grabbed a towel, wiping the water off your face. I don't want anymore of this dumb and random bullshit getting in the way of me living my life.

You left your room, heading over to where the training room was to be met by Demoman, as expected. His bottle was stowed on his hip, no longer in his hand, which helped settle your anxiety a little. Demo grinned when he saw you, but at the same time looked a little off, or nervous. "Riddy, there ye are! Follow me." He pressed a hand to your back, bringing you along with him to a nearby broom closet, closing the door behind you as he turned on a small flickering light using a chain-switch. "I need to ask ye something." The oddness of the situation put you off a little, but you did as you said you would and paid no mind to your unease as you nodded to him, urging him to continue. "What is it?" His uncertain grin was replaced by something of a serious frown, his expression laced with concern. "Medic didn't do anything to ye after I left, did he?" You frowned, giving him a questioning look. "No? What makes you ask that?" Demo rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, his concern more apparent than before. "It's just- you recovered overnight, so I couldn't help but get a little nervous he did somethin' maybe he shouldn't 'ave." You looked off to the side, pursing your lips. "Yeah, I guess I did recover kinda quickly, but it isn't because he did anything weird. He just have me some cough medicine and left it at that." Demo rose a brow. "Really? That's all?" You nodded, giving him a, "Yep." Demo let out a hum, pleasantly surprised. "Huh, well that's good ta hear. Still kinda weird ya recovered over night though..." He muttered the last part, going further into the closet as you broke into a nervous sweat, chuckling uncomfortably. "Y-Yeah, I guess so! Heheh... I'm gonna go now." You were about to leave when Demo stopped you, pressing a hand to your shoulder, which made you freeze and tense up. "Wait, Riddy, I didn't bring ya here just to interrogate ye. I wanna talk to ye." You gulped, glancing back to him. "W-what?" He smiled with a somewhat worried expression, patting your shoulder as he made for the exit. "Ye seemed off, so I wanna see what's goin' on in tha' noggin of yers." He pointed to his head as he said this opening the door for you. You exit the closet, still silent, which provoked him to continue speaking. "Unless ye don't wanna talk, I'll understand if ye don't." You turned to face him, plastering a smile on your face as you waved your hands in front of you. "N-No! It's fine, I don't see why not." You let out a laugh, trying to ignore the pit of dread that was forming within your stomach. Demo lit up, glad that you would spend some time with him. "Great! Let's head over to the bar, so that ye can finally drink some of those sodas I got ye!"