put it down... (a tf2 scout angst + Speedingbullet)

No.2 BOOOOOM

Guys look i doodled medic :D ☝️ hope u likie ^_^ also ik payload mode usually has blu push the cart but i don't give a shit. its 2 am and if someone says something about my fic not being canonically accurate to gameplay or comics i will shoot you with my tryhard battlemedic blutsauger.

Also tw:self harm, suicidal idealization

---spy pov-------------------------

I had been concerned about Scout for a while but the look of hopelessness on his face after the mission today was undeniable. He can't know that hes my son but the least i can do is look out for him. I know it was a complete invasion of privacy but i needed to know he was okay. I cloaked myself and followed him home, and even to the medic. The way that medic was so paternally endearing toward him made my blood boil. The worst part is that scout reciprocated, hell, he even hugged him voluntarily. I inhaled silently. I shoved down my jealousy and told myself that I'm glad Dr. Ludwig has been giving Jeremy the attention and care he needed. I followed Scout back to his room silently. He walked sluggishly and stared at the floor. I followed closely as to slip in the door after him.

"UHGG" he groaned, throwing the newly acquired bottle of sleeping pills against his plain bedroom wall. He stood there silently in the middle of his room, fingers to his temples. His eyes were unblinking staring through me at nothing in particular. He looked terrified like he was stuck in a bad thought. For at least three minutes he stood there like a dead man, before shaking his head and moving on. He retrieved the pills taking one followed by a swig from a half drunk can of bonk that had been sitting out. He's so addicted to caffeine he should probably just do crack at this point. 💀

"Uhg, Shut up Scout" he mumbled to himself. He flopped onto his bed seemingly engrossed in his own morbid repetitive thoughts. How had I not noticed how bad he had been getting? The signs of insomnia and disarray in the young boy seemed so obvious. I'm a sorry excuse of a father. Maybe he is better off not knowing; Or maybe I can still redeem myself. I've been given the miracle-like opportunity to see my son again, which I had previously thought impossible. I was broken from my mental spiral by a soft snoring leaving scouts lips. I crept back whence I came to hopefully find some repose myself.

---Time skip, Scout POV--------

I awoke to the speakers outside of the apartment playing a recording of reveille on the bugle. I felt good? At least my body was well rested for once. Although, I can't say the same for my mind. I poped open a can of bonk and ran downstairs so fast i almost choked on it.

"Morning scout!" Soldier yelled in my face, as i entered the shared kitchen area.

"Yeah, yeah, g'mornin cap." i answered to groggy to come up with any sassy remarks yet. I jumped energetically onto one of the barstools almost toppling it. Spy, Pyro, Sniper, Engie, Demo medic and Heavy sat at kitchen island groggily minding themselves, as soldier paced up and down. "Ey, sooooo I getta kill dingisis today, or what's the deal?" I asked, leaning my stool back as far as it could go.

"Soldier tell plan" heavy commanded, nodding his head.

"Today will be a bit different, Scout- sit still dammit, we'll be attacking full force. Intel discovered an abandoned rail road leading to blue fort. The plan is simple well be pushing a cart full of explosives into their base." Soldier announced.

"Oho hell ya mate!" Demoman exclaimed, taking a swig of what i can only hope was coffee.

"Uh question?" I asked