They call me the Pyro.
I don't remember when or why they started calling me that.
Miss Pauling says it means "spreader of fires."
I guess she means "spreader of happiness."
Every time I wake in our spawn, I wonder how the others, the "REDS," as my friends say, feel about me.
Don't they love "fire?"
The bubbly jet of rainbows I spread?
The bath of sparkles they are engulfed in?
I guess so.
After all, they always collapse in laughter when I cover them in it.
But something always bothers me.
Why do they lay still after I cover them in rainbows?
Why do they stop their laughter and joy?
I guess I'll have to find out myself.
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Who Am I? (TF2 Pyro Fanfic)
FanfictionI got bored... so I wrote a draft of a Pyro fanfic I made up. If you're new to TF2, then you probably won't understand this, so I'll explain. In TF2, the Pyro is a mumbling, mentally unstable pyromaniac whom cannot speak due to wearing a gas mask. T...
