Variegated Entropy (TF2 X Reader)

Chapter Three

After the show, I was sweating buckets. The foundation was starting to rub off my arms, revealing deep red scars. Crossing my arms around my chest, I made my way back to my dressing room, avoiding Eæthan's voice calling after me.

The only sound in the hallway was the soft thud of my black shoes as I trudged my way to the small room.

As I neared the room, I heard faint voices from inside. They sounded masculine. Very masculine.

I opened the door gently, looking in at the men in my dressing room. They all turned to stare at me. They weren't dressed normally, but they felt oh so familiar, like something I had seen in a dream. Or a piece of media.

I took this time to shut the door of my dressing room and study the men.

I started at the left of the room, spotting a young-looking man around the same age as I was. He sported a dark gray cap and an orange earpiece, his eyes a sparkling blue and his face frozen in shock. His frame was slightly scrawny, yet he still had some muscles. His hair was a pale brown and his socks came up to his knees, his gray pants tucked into them. His face was angular and highly-defined.

The man next to him seemed less shocked, and even waved. His hands were absolutely massive, and he sported an army helmet that was unbuckled and obscured his eyes. His smile was large and welcoming, although the shovel next to him said a different story. His jawline was wider than the previous man's and his frame was more muscular, although, he was no bodybuilder.

The man- eh- thing- next to him was sitting there with a lighter in its hands, flicking it on and off. On and off. On and off. It said something excitedly, but I couldn't tell what it said, because it was muffled by the gas mask it was wearing. It also had black gloves on, the tips of the fingers a golden colour.

The man next to the thing was close to falling asleep, but he seemed to try to keep himself awake. He was so obviously drunk; every word he spoke was slurred and unintelligible, and there was a half-drunken bottle of scrumpy sitting next to him. He only had one eye, the other was covered by an eyepatch, and he wore a black beanie on the top of his head.

The man sitting next to the drunken one was an absolutely massive man. He was extremely tall and almost all of his features were comically exaggerated; his hands were absolutely massive and his shoulders were so broad. His eyebrows were furrowed gently, but he didn't look menacing. He wore a bandolier full of bullets slung across his chest and a black vest.

The man next to him was so obviously friendly; the moment I walked in, he smiled warmly and waved. He wore a hard hat and goggles and had one bright orange glove on. He also wore overalls and had a belt with an extention cord hanging from the side.

The man next to him frightened me slightly, but he smiled (very evilly) at me. I think it may have been an attempt to smile sweetly, but it backfired. He had jet black hair and wore a white lab coat with red gloves. He also had silver glasses that were slightly cracked and his eyes were a steel blue colour.

The man next to him was sitting on a crate of worn-out costumes and seemed to be occupied by the large knife in his hand. He avoided eye contact with me completely, but I could see his features. His hair was a dark brown with sideburns, and he wore a red shirt, a vest, and a brown hat that mostly obscured his face. He was very lanky and tall, and he wore only one fingerless glove on his right hand.

The last man was smoking a cigarette, and a red balaclava covered most of his facial features, but from what I could see, his face was about as angular as the first man's, and he had a very similar frame. He stared deep in my soul with his light gray eyes, looking so very not amused. Yeesh. He also wore a red suit and black gloves. As if he couldn't get more intimidating.

And then it hit me. Like a freight train. Ya know, like, NRRRRRR BOOM! I know these guys. How could I forget?

I turned to the first man.

"Scout?"

His eyes showed massive surprise, but he nodded slowly.

I turned to the second man.

"Soldier?"

He saluted and smiled, saying, "The one and only!"

I turned to the third thing.

"Pyro?"

It clapped and bounced up and down in its seat, making sounds of joy.

I turned to the fourth man.

"Demoman?"

He was passed out, mumbling drunkenly to himself.

I turned to the fifth man.

"Heavy?"

He looked at me in surprise, cocking his head to the side.

I turned to the sixth man.

"Engineer?"

He turned a slight pink and nodded gently.

I turned to the seventh man.

"Medic?"

He smiled. Evilly. Enough to make me shiver.

I turned to the eighth man.

"Sniper?"

He looked up for a second, before quickly looking back down again. He thought I couldn't see, but I could see that he was blushing.

I turned to the final man.

"Spy?"

He made a slight grunt of affirmation and annoyance.

I grasped my hair in confusion.

"How... What... What the fuck?"

"I know you are confused, pretty alien lady," Soldier said confidently. "But we are from another planet called Earth. We were sent here by an evil wizard named Merasmus. We have something called America on Earth!"

I blinked in slight confusion. Of course! How else? Merasmus must have sent them to another dimension to get them off his trail! Damn.

"Hold on, bucko," I said, rubbing my forehead. "You all are still on Earth. And I know what America is."

Soldier brightened up.

"You're in a different timeline or dimension or reality or something. The reason I know who you all are is-"

Just then, I heard shuffling coming from the halls. Maybe they could help me in this situation. But then I froze. I remembered all the fanfictions that I had read. Oh no. I would fear for the mercs' safety if anyone was to get hold of them, especially Medic and Sniper.

I turned back to the mercs.

"I can't explain right now. You guys need to hide."

I frantically looked around the room.

"Uh, somewhere... um..."

"Why?" Scout vocalized.

I found a curtain for them to hide behind and gestured to it.

"I think it would be a little suspicious if people found out that I had nine men in my dressing room."

Somehow, they all fit nicely behind the curtain, and just as Pyro, the last, got its foot behind the curtain, the door opened, and Eæthan stepped in.

"Hey, (Y/N)! Matthew wanted me to get you. We need some help taking down set and bringing props back and, ya know, stuff with costumes."

"Yeah, just give me a second!"

Eæthan nodded and shut the door, and I turned back to the curtain, opening it so that everyone could see me.

"I'm going to go help with takedown. Please, do not move from this room, and if anyone comes, hide. Got it?"

They all nodded at collective times. I shut the curtain and exited the room, wondering what the hell I was going to do with nine confused mercenaries.

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