Unexpected Guests (TF2 x reader)

"Error"

Realistically speaking, Valve had to fix it. Obviously they had to. Unless, and you paused as you thought about this, this was some sort of an elaborate plot to go ahead and have the main TF2 servers shut down. "Sorry fellas, we fucked up too bad and now we can't get the game back up and running, got to shut her off." You chuckled as you thought. Even you weren't that pessimistic. You continued basically scrubbing up the floor with the broom.

So think positively. You rolled your eyes, but decided to go ahead and put your pessimism in its place. Team Fortress 2 is notorious for its spaghetti coding, and the number one rule of programming is "if it works, don't fecking touch it". So hopefully they were just trying to actually update the game but put the wrong code in somewhere? That's probably it, realistically. Or, if we're thinking really positively, nothing is actually wrong and this is a big publicity stunt. Get a lot of concern and people talking about the game, pull an Uno reverse and say "oh Actually guys, full on update with official SFM, yalla welcome."

You stopped, actively spitting out this time as a piece of trash did in fact fly into your mouth. You sat up straight, picking the piece of paper off your tongue and willing yourself not to gag.

This was not a good experience, 3 out of 10, Would not recommend.

~°.✧.°~

"I DON'T THINK YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH FUN THIS IS!" The wizard hissed as he taunted The mercenaries. "TOSSING YOU AROUND AND WATCHING AS YOUR BONES SHATTER, IT'S EXHILARATING!"

The R.E.D. team looked awful. Held in place by magical green chains, they could do nothing to escape. They were all bruised and battered, beaten beyond repair, But somehow still alive.

Tavish watched as Merasmus pulled out a glowing green crystal, a sickening smile on his face. A flash of recognition crossed the scot's features.

"AND THANKS TO MY NEW TOY, NONE OF YOU WILL HAVE THE PLEASURE OF DYING!"

Tavish cautiously shifted over to Engineer, leaning over slightly.

"I know what tha thing is!" He whispers. The Texan turns to look at him.

"You do? What is it?" He whispers back. His hazel eyes glare nervously, his goggles long gone.

"Years ago I remember seeing it, or something like it. He called it a Soul Stone." Demo quickly got back to his original position as Marasmus turned to him, giving him a look before picking one of the mercenaries at random. They all watched in horror as Heavy was yanked up in the air and thrown around as if he was nothing but a rag doll.

"A Soul Stone is supposed to enchant a weapon, but they usually look blue. It looks different from the other one I've seen."

"What would a green one do?" Engineer asks cautiously, his attention landing on Spy. He was busy trying to shimmy his arm to an unnatural angle, grimacing in pain as he reached into his jacket for something.

Tavish noticed too.

"The green ones are dangerous, they're unpredictable!" He continued. "Could be anythin' from a bomb to a portal Crystal. I dropped one once, blew up an entire room! I'm lucky I made it out alive." His eye widened as he caught a glimpse of a gun being clumsily pulled out of Spy's jacket.

Demo smirks, nudging Engineer. "Dell, if we could break it, we could probably get out of here!"

"If it's a bomb." Engineer says. "What if it's a portal crystal?"

"Depending on the angle the portal spawns in?" Demo ponders for a second. "It could slice Merasmus in half."

"Lord above Tavish!" Dell gasps. "That's horrifying!"