Variegated Entropy (TF2 X Reader)

Chapter Four

Spy was the first to catch on.

"Of course, mon ami. It was a little expensive, but worth it to look like the Spy. I can't believe I even learned the impression, too."

The other mercs caught on after.

"Yeah, I'm so glad I can look like the amazing Scout! Scout is, like, the best!"

"Aye, but lad, the Demoman is better and you know it."

Conversation overlapped, each merc talking about how much they love their costume, how expensive it was, how comfortable it was, et cetera, et cetera.

We finally reached the van and I could hear Heavy audibly sigh in relief. I don't think it was because he was lugging Sascha around; I think it was because he could see that the van would be able to fit him inside comfortably.

I opened the back of the van and we put the baskets inside. I had removed the middle three seats in the back row as to make for more room to put set pieces in. Now my van seated 13, but it would be more than enough.

I walked around the van, opening the sliding door with a massive thud. Each merc clambered in, assuming seats.

I walked to the driver's seat, sitting down and putting the key in the ignition. Spy assumed a seat next to me, a slight red mark on his face may have suggested that he fought someone over the front seat, but he won.

"Ooh, Spy. Your face..."

He reached up and touched the mark, flinching slightly.

"Je vais m'en sortir."

Scout entered the van, taking a seat near the driver's seat.

I looked in the rearview mirror. Sniper was the only one in the back, completely isolated. Engineer and Pyro sat next to each other. Demoman sat next to Soldier. Scout, Heavy, and Medic sat next to each other.

My thoughts were interrupted by Spy.

"Mon ami, what kind of music do you listen to in this time?"

I smiled.

"Well, it's a lot different from the music you listen to, I would think."

I pulled out my phone and opened it. Spy looked absolutely flabbergasted. I noticed his expression and said, "I'll explain later."

I opened up (favourite music app) and shuffled my playlist.

Immediately, a powermetal song came on, and everyone jumped a little as a deep voice backed by a choir sang along with the electric guitar and drums.

In the skies above the isle
Aces in exile prevail!

I pulled out of the parking lot as some of the mercs started to nod their heads to the music.

From near and far
They arrived
Joined the force
Ready to serve
The allied command

At this point, Soldier looked up, very interested. A smile spread across his face.

Sent into training
Though they already
Earned their wings
They were ready to fly
They were fit for the fight
Once in the air
The battle begins
They have proven their worth
Now they fly for revenge

I couldn't help but start to sing along.

Fighter pilots in exile
Fly over foreign land
Let their story be heard
Tell of 303rd
Fighter pilots from Poland
In the Battle of Britain
Guarding the skies of the isle

Even Spy seemed to be having fun. He bobbed his head occasionally. I take that as a win.

Even at night
Shadows cover the ground
And the fighting goes on
From dusk til' dawn
With the claw of the Reich
With the claw of the eagle
They were ready to fly
They were ready to die

Up in the air
The battle goes on
They have proven their worth
Now they have their revenge

Fighter pilots in exile
Fly over foreign land
Tell their story again
Tell of 310
Men from Czechoslovakia
In the Battle of Britain
Guarding the skies of the isle

Over the battlefield
Brave men long way from home
Few are the chosen ones
Sent to the sky to die

Over the battlefield
Brave men long way from home
Few are the chosen ones
Sent to the sky
To
Die!

I've always had a tendency to slip away from reality while listening to music, and it's happened many times in the car but not like this. It felt like the steering wheel had turned into a yoke and I could smell sulfur and metal and gun smoke all around. I could still see around myself, so we couldn't have crashed.

Oh
FLY!
It echoes in
History!
Turning the tide
In the heavens above!

Fighter pilots in exile
Fly over foreign land
When the battle's been won
Tell of 401
Fighter pilots from Canada
In the Battle of Britain
Guarding the skies of the isle

On wings of history
They turned from home
To live eternally
Skybound they roam!
In all of history
Never before
Was more owed to
So
Few!

Fighter pilots in exile!

The song turned off and everyone started to murmur again. I seemed to forget that I put on my integrated playlist, because the next song turned on, with its catchy tune and beat. But, hell no! I couldn't play this song for them! With a loud gasp, I snatched up my phone and skipped the song, sighing with relief. Everyone seemed to look at me in confusion as I sat there, red as a beet.

"Что это было?" Heavy asked.

The whole van was silent except for the new song that had started. We were almost home. The silence wouldn't last for long.

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