TF2 x Reader

Werewolf Demoman x Reader

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Shit, you think as you wake up and roll your eyes over to the large red digital clock in the bunker.

In bright, eye-stinging letters, it reads 3:12 AM.

You gently sigh to yourself and sit up, glancing around in your slight paranoia after the nightmare you awoke from. You had been dead. And Medic had been dancing with you. 

All the beds are filled with sleeping mercenaries. Your eyes dart toward a corner of the room where your favorite merc- Demoman, of course- normally sleeps. You see his form in the bed, sleeping like the rest. This is normal for you. You follow your routine and get up, quietly padding over to said corner, only limping a slight bit from the healing cut in your foot.

Demo had saved you from much worse than that, though.

You gently move your body under the covers with him and wrap your arms around-

-a pillow. He wasn't there. Don't panic. You tell yourself. LOTS of people get up at- you glance at the clock again- 3:13 AM.

You are finding it difficult not to panic.

You slither back out of the covers and stand, straining your eyes to see across the room. You are unsuccessful, so you grab a flashlight and make your way to the hall. You shine it up and down, only managing to catch a glimpse of a dark figure to your left. You retreat slightly back into the doorframe, but with your trusty gun at your side, you assume you have nothing to be afraid of. You step out and point your weak pistol and flashlight down the hall, slowly inching toward the conjoining hallway. You see the figure again and stop. 

The only thing you see is fur, a huge back, a tail...

...and the largest teeth you've ever fucking seen.

Your breath hitches in your throat. You don't want to keep going. You want to turn back and wake up all the mercenaries. But you're too stubborn to do that. You can do this by yourself. You need to prove that to them. You're not some submissive newbie that needs help with everything.

Probably.

You slowly move yourself closer and swiftly turn the corner, looking left and right. As soon as you relax your shoulders and put your gun down, something tackles you from behind. The breath is knocked out of you and you bang your chin on the concrete floor, breaking skin. The only thing you can do is cry out for help, but it's not like anyone else will hear you. The whole team sleeps like rocks. As soon as the weight was there, it's gone, and you hear the front of the base crash open. You quickly gather your senses, feeling the warm blood run down your neck. The pain zips trough your head and chest and you let out a small whine. Remembering the creature responsible for the gash, you gather your gun and flashlight and sprint to the front of the base, where the door has been broken down completely. As your shine your weak light outside, you catch a glimpse of the creature's face. It strikes terror into your heart, and just as it starts growling at you, snarling, baring its hideous fangs, your flashlight dies.

Of fucking COURSE!

You drop it and shoot at the creature immediately, which only seems to anger it. The light of the full moon only gives it a silhouette, from which you can tell how massive it is.

The same said moon also lets you know that it's RUNNING RIGHT FUCKING TOWARD YOU.

Being the blind idiot without a flashlight you are, you take off. You can hear the claws of the beast frequently tapping the concrete as it paws hit the ground.

Ta-ta-ta-tap, ta-ta-ta-tap...

Your heart races.

Ta-ta-ta-tap, ta-ta-ta-tap...

Your lungs burn, you can't keep going.

Ta-ta-ta-tap, ta-ta-ta-tap...

SMACK!

You just ran into a wall, fucking-... just... congratulations, idiot. You're going to get killed.

You hear your blood rushing in your ears and close your eyes, waiting for the attack.

Ta... ta... ta-ta-tap... sniff sniff sniff sniff.

Your shirt comes slightly off your back, and you can feel its nose snuffling around on your body. As its maw gets closer and closer to your neck, you think to yourself, This is it.

Suddenly a sharp pain that lasts for a moment comes from your gash, from which the previous feeling of the same kind had gone down to a low buzz in your frenzy. You realize that you're not dead and that the creature is licking your wound clean. You slowly turn yourself to face the creature, who is still licking your chin and the blood thhat had run down your neck. Your shaking hands puts themselves on the creature's muzzle and push it away gently. It whines and moves back. You wonder where your pistol is after coming to the realization that it had gotten knocked out of your hand at one point. 

Suddenly the lights come on. You look over and see Scout standing there, shirtless, petrified as he looks at the monster in front of you. You finally get a really good look at the creature.

Its eyes are beady. The demon's teeth go through its lips. It has the ears of a hairless cat, the head of a wolf, and the body of a hyena. You know what this is, but you never believed in all the stories.

There was a werewolf in front of you.

You can't even find the courage to scream. Scout can, and he runs back and wakes up Heavy. As you stare into its eyes, something sparks in them, something... very familiar.

Horribly familiar, in fact.

You're able to speak only its name.

"...Tavish?"

As soon as you had said it, you hear the whirr of Sascha, and before you can say anything, Heavy mows the beast down with the specially made bullets he cherishes. You see the beast fall, and the cracking and snapping of bones makes you flinch as the form begins to change. A few moments of terrifying and gruesome transformation leaves you stunned as you stare at the limp body of Demoman.

Now you can scream.