A baby on your doorstep isn't something that you see everyday...How the security guards of Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria will handle this?
This is a book of stories. I do not own TF2. I do not own the characters. I own my words and my ideas. And this chocolate bar I am eating as I write this. *nom nom* Well, I *did* own it... *shamefully hides chocolate bar wrapper*
First story here, and I hope you enjoy this! Ideas are welcome! You are the daughter or little sister to these deadly mercs, how will your life be? Well found out by reading these crazy scenarios! And I'm making Pyro a guy.
