Unexpected Guests (TF2 x reader)

"Updating software"

NO! You stopped yourself, and with a shake of your head you let your pessimistic side take over.

"As if they would." You mutter. "They left the comics for dead, they screwed with adult swim and got the show canceled, they genuinely don't give a shit about making good content for the game. This is not going to amount to anything. The people up at Valve don't know what they're doing. Stop getting your hopes up."

Oh your pessimistic side. A poor defense mechanism for your crumbling sanity. Can't feel let down if you don't get your hopes up in the first place.

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"SPY, GET OVER HERE!" Tavish screamed, already busy hauling Soldier by the arm. "STOP PISSING ABOOT, WE NEED TO GO!"

Spy wasn't listening. He couldn't listen, really. His heart was pounding in his ears as he searched the battleground, breathing erratically and eyes losing focus.

"JEREMY!!!" he screamed, cupping his hands around his mouth. "SCOUT!! MICK!!" His entire body jerked as he felt a hand land on his shoulder. He whipped around, pulling his first back for a punch, thankfully stalling when he saw his teammate.

"They're out there, we need to-"

"Ah Ken, I know they're out there, but we need to leave now!"

"But-"

"Last I saw they were with Engineer and Medic, they're fine!" Tavish tried his best to persuade the man, while also making sure Soldier didn't run out onto the battlefield. He struggled as the American thrashed about.

"LET ME GO YOU SCOTT SON OF A BITCH!" Jane screamed, fighting and struggling against Tavish's strength. "THERE'S A MAGIC DRESS WEARING SISSY THAT NEEDS A GOOD AMERICAN BOOT UP HIS ASS!!"

"I'LL SHOVE A BOOT UP YOUR ASS IF YOU DON'T STOP!" Tavish hollered back.

Spy was over this. He was about to slap Tavish's arm away and go look for the others himself. And he would have, but he felt... Off. Wrong. He looked down at his body, feeling strange but not seeing anything different.

"Wait!" He called, his voice surprisingly hoarse. "Something's wrong, I don't feel right!"

The other two finally stopped arguing as they noticed something wrong as well, their bodies refusing to move.

"Oh no, what's this now!" Tavish groaned, his own breathing picking up. "I feel-"

"IT'S A NEW SPELL I'M TESTING OUT, MORTALS!" They heard Marasmus's voice boom across the battlefield. The men looked around in a panic for the evil wizard, but they couldn't find him. Where was he!?

"IT SHOWS ME PRECISELY WHERE YOU ARE, AND PREVENTS YOU FROM MOVING! NO MORE HIDING FROM ME NOW..." The voice calls again, it's tone horrifically sadistic. "DO COME BACK, LITTLE LAMBS!"

The three mercenaries looked down in horror as huge green portals spawned under their feet.

"I HAVE MORE SPELLS I WANT TO TRY OUT."

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Oh they fecking broke it.

You sat back and disbelief, the most pissed off look on your face as you stared at the screen.

Jesus, they fecking broke it!

None of the mercenaries were there! You've tried everything! You turned your computer on and off again, you uninstalled and then reinstalled Team Fortress (which was a tedious nightmare on its own for some reason), you've tried everything! None of the mercenaries were there! In the character select menu it was just a blank room. Nothing! Just a weird glitching mess of... whatever on the wall. Maybe a corrupted texture or something?

Pissed off beyond all comparison, you grabbed your phone and turned the camera on.

"Dudes, I don't know if you've seen this yet," you say as you start recording, camera pointed at your laptop, "but they're gone, the dudes are actually just gone!"

You spent a minute or two blabbering on and clicking through the different menus showing it wasn't fake. You didn't know why you were recording really, maybe for archival purposes? But this just pissed you the hell off. You honestly didn't have it in you to keep recording, too distraught, so you just stopped it right there and sent it to your discord friend group. Oh were they going to be pissed when they saw it. You got up from the coffee table, having finished your breakfast, and with a little bit more force than necessary you dumped the now used dishes into the sink. The clattering sound sent Oscar running, him dashing towards your bedroom. You felt a pang of guilt, giving the poor cat a little shrug even though he wasn't there anymore.

You were angry. You were fuming. Obviously they were going to break the game. Valve, the company that has the goose that laid the golden egg, frequently one of the most played games on steam with one hell of a fan base full of the most creative and talented people, and they not only choose to abandon it and leave it to rot for years, but also just completely break it! The nerve of those JERKS!

Okay, maybe they didn't choose to break the game. How do you choose to break a game? But they still broke it. Incompetent bastards. You shook your head and let out a heavy sigh. No. No. You were not going to think about it. As bad as this was, you were not going to let it ruin your day. Hopefully the fan outrage will get them to fix the game. It's the least they can do. You know, a video game company actually working on one of their most popular video games? Such a radical thought.

No no, stop that! You got a house to clean! Clean the house.

You looked around yourself, correcting your train of thought.

Clean the APARTMENT. Not a house.

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