TF2 X Reader OneShots (ReDux)

The Empty Box

"OOOOOOOOH! NRM R grm rm!" The pyromaniac clapped happily at their understanding while Engie shook his head and chuckled. (translation; OOOOOOOH! NOW I get it!)

"So, I'm thinking, maybe if we took the box from Medic, it'd go back to normal with him." Pyro nodded.

"Mrbr wr srrd jrrst brrn thrr brrx." (Translation; maybe we should just burn the box.)

"Heh, well, we need to get it first!" Pyro nodded. They both exited the workshop and made their way to the Med Bay.

Frustrated German could be heard through the closed door. Dell cautiously opened the door to see the good doctor working on the box.

"Hey, Doc? Think this is a good time for our monthly brainstorm?" Henrik looked up.

"Bah, I do not have the time for some stupid thinking! I need to figure out this box!"

"That's what I want to brainstorm about, Doc. Figured you could use a hand, since you've done nothing but coop yourself up in here. Hell, Doc, you aren't even eating! I can see your bones!"

The insane doctor looked down and saw how skinny he was. He wasn't eating much to begin with, either...

"Ach, fine. But I do not want to eat. I'm not hungry." Engie came in, and Pyro followed quietly.

"Oh, Pyro. I forgot about our appointment. Sit down on the table and we'll get it over with quickly." Pyro nods and sits down, swinging their legs.

"Okay, take off the mask, bitte, and we can get to work."

Now that Henrik was fully distracted, Dell quietly ran over to the box. He opened the lid carefully. For a second, he could see a glowing cartoon-ish heart, but then it disappeared in a rush of wind.

"Okay, stay still. I don't want to hu-" The scissors Henrik was holding were dropped to the floor. He became fuller, and tears welled in his eyes.

"Oh gott, the things I said- HEAVY!" Henrik raced out to look for and apologize to his precious Kuschelbär, the one who he hurt unintentionally.

Dell puzzled at this, but just shrugged.

"Uhm...do you know when he might come back, Ingeniero? I still need my haircut..." Dell shrugged and left for his workshop.

"I need to get this to safety, then I'll come right back and give you your haircut, okay? I don't think he's coming back tonight. Or tomorrow, either. He'll probably be too sore to walk..." Pyro giggled.

"Hurry back, okay? My hair is getting uncomfortable under the mask." Dell nodded and raced off, dropping the box in an unused corner of his workshop, keeping his promise to hurry back.

It's been some time since Dell took the box from Henrik. Everything's back to normal now. Nobody argues more than usual, they're winning again, and a nice long ceasefire week was coming up due to damaged equipment.

Scout and Demo planned a party to celebrate. Both teams were invited, but the Engineers declined.

A ceasefire week was good time to put their heads together and think up new weapons, both able to be bought from the workshop and basic ones available to everyone. Although on opposing teams, they were still friends, and admired each other's intelligence. Blu Soldier and Red Demo were dancing with each other at the party, still friends as well.

There were many cross-faction relationships, some platonic, and others, something more. One particularly intriguing scandal was the relationship of the two Scouts, the only people on the teams that were related to each other. They were from Boston, but they might as well have been raised in Alabama, the way they were acting with each other.