Unexpected Guests (TF2 x reader)

"Don't need another perfect lie"

A few of the mercenaries get up and see where you're pointing.

"Da. The building with the yellow sign. Is a bit far." You hear heavy mutter.

"Yeah!" You call as you head over to the coat rack, grabbing the mini Monster High backpack you've been using as a purse. It was solid black with the Monster High logo on the front, the bag perfectly sized to fit comfortably on your upper back. You turn back to the boys. "If anybody needs me I'll be at that dollar store. I mean, I'm sure you guys won't... um... burn the place down or anything, I'm sure you'll be fine. But if you do need something, I'll be there. I'll try not to spend too much time there. Or too much money..."

You mutter the last sentence under your breath, hoping nobody heard you. With that you hurriedly unlocked the door and shut it behind you. Once outside your apartment you let yourself shut down for a second, leaning against the wall with your head in your hands.

Out. You're finally out of there. Jesus fucking Christ.

You breathe in heavily, trying your best to calm your racing heart. You stay like that for a few seconds, recuperating and trying to gather yourself. God you really hate public speaking. You looked down at your hands, seeing them shaking horribly.

They could still think you're lying. They could still think you made everything up, made those videos up. You shook your head. Just don't think about it. Don't think about it, that's the best way to handle it right?

Oh well.

You checked the time on your phone as you hooked your keys to your belt loop and put them in your pocket. You adjusted your mini backpack, making sure you had your wallet and other important things you needed on the go in it, and swung it around onto your shoulder, taking care not to agitate your injured hand.

You sigh as you turn to leave.

~°.✧.°~

"Personally I'd still rail him in." The mercenaries watch you say, your fellow friends laughing as you speak, shooting a Blu spy that was chasing you. "He ain't got an ass, but that ain't stoppin' me. Old man pancake lookin' ass. Spy down."

Spy brings his fingers to the bridge of his nose hearing this, still watching. So those are the jokes you mentioned. So far they seem to be all at his sexual expense.

They all watched as you and your friends played this "Team Fortress 2" game. They honestly were astonished at these highly cartoon stylized versions of themselves being controlled by other people. It was... VERY surreal. And the fact that you kept saying you wanted "pussy from that old man" when referring to Spy only drove home the insanity of the situation.

They all watched the gameplay, video footage of you and three other people on the four corners of the screen, small enough not to obstruct too much of the gameplay.

"Ey... Dis don't look like Atari..." Scout was the first to speak. He spoke uneasily, the others nodding in agreement.

Engineer watched in fascination, smiling as you picked what looked like him and started building sentries. "Now look at that. Guess she likes buildin' too. Oh, and look! Looks a little details! They even got the little nozzle right under the drum barrel!"

Medic scoffed. "Zis is absurd. Why is ZAT medic running in circles? Disgraceful."

"Why is heavy crying in corner?" Misha asked, bringing everyone's attention to the big Russian in the corner spamming help.

They all stopped as a t-posing Scout jumped in frame, legs flopping wildly, followed by a t-posing Sniper.

"Blokes, this game looks like rubbish." Mick mutters, looking at the screen incredulously while Pyro simply laughed. They looked and pointed as more of the mercenaries popped in and out of frame.