TF2 One Shots

You're Scared Of Me?-Demoman X Frightened!Reader

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You're Scared Of Me?

Demoman X Frightened!Reader

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          Alcohol is nothing more than a drug for the poor people who can't handle reality. It brings nothing but trouble and pain to the consumer and the people around them. Why does something so innocent looking have to be so evil?

          This it how you looked at alcohol, nothing more than an evil drug that took people over and turned then into someone else, but you didn't always think this way about the beverage. When you were little you didn't care for alcohol you thought is smelled and tasted bad so you stayed away from it like any other child would. But as you became older, and your mother left, you noticed things about your dad you hadn't noticed before he drank a lot of alcohol and was grumpy all time. Before, when your mother was still with your dad , he was happy but still drank large amounts of alcohol. His attitude was the only thing that changed, and when he was angry he took out his pain on you; beating you up till you were too tired of screaming or fighting back.

          Over the years when you noticed your father becoming drunk you would pack a bag full of camping gear and escape for the forest for a day or three just to be safe. When you'd come back your father would look at you and nothing more going back to whatever he was doing before.

          Once you were old enough to leave the house you were too afraid to tell your dad, so you left in secrecy only writing a note saying these four words 'goodbye, love you, dad.' Soon after leaving you found a job as a mercenary at the red base of Two-Fort. You grew a liking to everyone except when they were drunk that's when you hid in your room. To be honest the one person you couldn't be around was the drunken Scot who scared you every time he was drunk which was basically all the time. It was like that for many years; you'd avoid contact with the Scottish man not knowing you were actually hurting him.

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          You heard the sound of laughter and bottles clinking together as you sat in your room, and looked at your bed door expecting to see one of your teammates come barging in all drunk and crazy. You knew no one was going to do that because they never did, they left you alone in your room safe from the scary drunken men, but as you heard footsteps come down the hall you couldn't help but scramble you your door and fumble with the lock.

         After locking your door you gave a sigh as the footsteps walked past your door going further down the hall. You slowly backed away from your door grabbing your phone and earbuds and walked to the far corner of your room where three bookshelves towered to the ceiling. Plopping down on your bean bag you put your earbuds in your ears and turned on your music. You grabbed one of the books off your bookshelf and started to read letting all of the emotions of the characters become one with your own.

          'Janet! Kaye screamed, pushing her way to the water. But when she got there, there was onl-' You stopped reading and took out your left earbud. *Tap, tap, tap* someone was tapping on your door. You couldn't help but shudder at the tapping sound. Opening your mouth to speak the only thing that came out was a shaky breath. 'Why am I scared?' You asked yourself. After taking a deep breath you finally managed a 'who's there?'