Variegated Entropy (TF2 X Reader)

Chapter Five

We reached my house and everyone piled out of the van. There was some shoving, but everyone got out, mostly, unscathed, except, of course, Spy with the mark on his face.

I made my way to my front door with my keys jangling in hand. My hand fumbled, trying to turn the tumblers in the lock.

"Ah... fuck," I whispered as the key slipped once again.

I finally got the door to unlock with a click, pushing it open to see a spotless house. It had always been that way. Cleaning helped calm my nerves, and God knows I need calming.

I walked inside, the mercs walking behind me, some carrying baskets. I didn't have much art on the walls, but the ones that I did were somewhat strange to look at, surreal, if you will. The mercs looked around like they were in some sort of sci-fi movie. I can't blame them. Technology has really advanced since the 1960s.

I had tons of guest rooms, but no one ever visited. Guess I just liked the space. Now, I could put them to good use. I also had a massive [favourite colour] couch, but I never seemed to have a use for it.

The house smelled of [favourite scent], and I could tell the mercs could tell as well. A quilt laid over the couch, giving the house a homey feel. There were embroidered rabbits on the quilt, laying in meadows, hopping around a river bank, doing many things. It's a special quilt to me; my grandmother made it before she passed, so it's a precious thing to me.

Scout had sat down on the couch, relaxing after what I assume had been a tough and stressful trip. He set his bag on the table in front of him, when all of a sudden, there came a rustling from the bag.

"Lad, your bag's moving!" Demoman cried out.

Indeed it was. There was a lump in the bag and it seemed to be moving around quickly from corner to corner of the bag. Back and forth, back and forth. It seemed to stop occasionally.

Scout picked up the bag and opened it with a shocked look on his face.

"Chucklenuts? How did you get in here?"

He reached his arm into the bag and pulled out a red squirrel with a red cape-like cloth around its neck. It nestled softly into his hand, nibbling on a small treat.

"He must have snuck into my bag before the battle."

Scout gently scratched the top of the squirrel's head, earning a soft purr-like sound from the small animal. He reached back into the bag and pulled out a small paper bag.

"Oh. That explains it."

Inside of the bag were small baked treats that Chucklenuts seemed to enjoy, seeing as he was nibbling on one when he was pulled out. Chucklenuts looked contented to sit there on Scout's palm and eat treats.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I've got multiple guest rooms, there should be enough for all of you to have your own. I trust you'll be able to divide them up yourselves?"

"Oui," Spy answered for the group. They all headed back, finding rooms to settle into.

Having just got back from the theatre where I was sweating like a prostitute in church, I decided that I should take a bath.

Slapping my knees, I stood up and made my way to my bathroom, anticipating a warm bath. I could definitely use the time to contemplate the ever-changing day.

I entered my bathroom and shut the door, peeling off my clothes. I ran the bath and slipped in, relaxing. Until I saw the razour.

You promised, (Y/N). You promised Janet. No more.

But then again, just once wouldn't hurt, right? Just once.

I grabbed the razour with shaky hands and pressed it to my wrist, gently slicing the flesh. Blood gushed out.

I begun to panic. It's supposed to trickle, not gush! The blood rushed into the water in the bathtub, marbling the clear water with a deep red. I begun to feel lightheaded, like the room was spinning around me.

And then it all went black.

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