TF2 x Reader

Demoman x Reader II

As requested by somebody...

Aww, well, thanks f'r it!

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                You're sitting on the couch, telling your team exactly what happened the day before. You tell them all about how the Spy had captured you, and how Demo saved you in the end. Medic is fretting over your foot while you do. Demoman and Spy have gone elsewhere. Probably resting, you figure as you finish your story. The factory was almost six hours away. I can't believe Demoman drove all that way.

                For me.

                "So," Sniper starts, interrupting your thoughts, "that damned Spy actually managed to capture you, drive you out-of-state, and then just..."

                "Let you go?" Engineer finishes for him.

                You nod. "That's it."

                "There's got to be somethin' up with that. I wonder what he did to ya." Scout says.

                "I don't feel any different, so hopefully nothing." You tell him.

                "Maybe they put a trackin' device in you." Engineer suggests.

                You look at him in surprise, your eyes widening. "That's horrible to think about!"

                "Jeez, Engi, don't freaking scare everyone with your crazy ideas." Scout scolds.

                "Hey, you can just hush. We don't know what that other team could have done."

                "That doesn't mean you should freak us out!"

                "No, Engi's right. I agree." You say. "There's any number of things they could have done. My arm has been hurting a bit."

                Medic looks up. "Where?" He demands.

                You hold out your arm to him and point to a spot. "Here," You tell him. He grabs your arm and stares at it, feeling the spot.

                "Here?"

                "Yes," You confirm, almost scared.

                "Oh, my..." He breathes.

                "What?"

                "N-nothing." He stammers, going back to finish your foot.

                "Medic, you had better tell me."

                "It's nothing. Do not worry about it."

                You look at your arm. "Okay..."

                "So... what was this factory like?" Scout wonders, changing the subject.

                "Well, it was dark, for one. I can't tell what it used to make, but there were conveyor belts everywhere. I saw some big bins and the ends of them, and I guess there was some sort of big hallway on one of the sides. I don't really know if I saw anything else. I was sort of preoccupied."