TF2 X Reader OneShots (ReDux)

The Empty Box

"C'mon, I won't tell anyone."

"Fine. Medic and Heavy argue over strategy. He make me stronger recently, but it require his help. He won't give me help needed, so I cannot kill tiny babies on other team. He called me names. I do not know what I did wrong, and...He scares me these days..." Dell patted Misha on the shoulder.

"I'm sure it'll be okay, big guy. Maybe one of his experiments on himself actually worked, and he's visiting Aunt Flow." Misha cast him a confused look.

"Aunt...Flow?" Dell sighed.

"A period, alright? Menstruating." Misha nodded, confused. Why would his dear Henrik Ludwig make those adjustments, unless...

"Medic wants to bear child?" Engie started sputtering, his face heating up in embarrassment. Heavy sighed and walked away.

"Is Doctor on period?" Henrik tensed up.

"NO! I AM NOT ON MY PERIOD! And h-how did you know about my experiments?" Mikhail sighed deeply.

"Engineer told me of what you were working on. Now, why are you so cranky?"

"I am not cranky! I just want to battle for myself sometimes!"

"Да, but not three days in row, Doctor. You are back at my side after one life, usually. Why do you hold out?"

"BECAUSE I DO NOT NEED YOU! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE FOR ONE SECOND! JESUS CHRIST, I AM NOT A BABY!"

Misha was severely hurt by this. He flinched, then turned and left. He was just trying to show he cared...was he being too clingy?

Henrik gathered himself, then turned to apologize, only to find that Misha wasn't there. He was shocked for a moment, before turning cold.

"Bah, wer braucht ihn. Ich kann es alleine schaffen! Ich werde es ihm zeigen, ich werde ihn nicht einmal im Kampf heilen! Mal sehen, wie er damit umgeht!" He forced a smile onto his face, not really wanting to go through with his plan. But something compelled him to, and he didn't know what...

"DOKTOR!"

"DOC, C'MON MAN!"

"MEEEEEEEDIIIIIIIC!"

"MEEEEEEH-DIC!"

"DOCTOR!"

"MEDIC!"

"MRRDRR!"

"MEDIC!"

The insane doctor heeded none of their calls, least of all the Heavy. His Kuschelbär could wait until after battle, when he could patch him up properly. The others, he had no sympathy for. He kept running around and dying repeatedly, not caring, for there was Respawn.

"I swear to god, it's something to do with that darn box!" Dell paced as he explained why it would have to do with the box and his theories on how to stop it to the Pyro, but they were lost in dreamland.

"And I- Pyro, are you even listening? You always listen..."

"R'm srrRr, I hrrRsm drr'm srr wrr rr're so rrhrm thrm rm's thrr brrx ernd nrrm jrrsm srrm frm thrr Mrrdrr's hrrvrrn," The gasmask-insistent firestarter mumbled. (translation; I'm sorry, I honestly don't see why you're so sure that it's the box and not just some fit the Medic's having.) Engie sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Remember when Scout was off a bit?"

"Uh-huh."

"He had the box on him at that time, right?"

Pyro nodded, not really getting it in the Engie's eyes. Pyro was just playing around, though. They knew exactly what was going on.

"And when Medic took the box, it stopped, right?"