My Journal (TF2 Femscout x Sniper Story)

November 21st, 1974

Dear Journal,

Today was really... interesting.

So like I did for my first battle, I worked hard to get to the other base and kill the BLUs and all that crap. Then all of a sudden I hear this noise behind me. It was faint, since my headset muffled it. I ignored it thinking it was just something like someone running behind me.

After that, I felt a knife rip the back of my shirt, as if someone tried to stab me and failed to. I turned around and saw the other team's Spy. I grabbed my scattergun and I was about to shoot him, when I remembered I ran out of ammo. He smirked and shoved me to the floor before I could grab my bat.

I know that I have respawn here and everything, but the thought of dying is still pretty freaking scary! I immediatly tried to fight him back with my arms, but he kept stabbing me until I was low on health. I was about to just give up and let him kill me because I would have died from one more stab, when all of a sudden he was shot in the head and he fell over on top of me.

I pushed him off right away out of disgust without looking up to see who was there. But when I got up, I was face to face (well more like face to chest, because of how much taller he is) to Sniper. I immediatly looked up at him and thanked him quickly (I did not stare at his muscly chest for a second, shut up), and he got Medic over to heal me.

I know he still doesn't like me, it was just a teammate thing, right!? I mean, I am just that new girl who talks to much and to fast and likes to try to mess around and flirt with other team members or watch Red Sox games with the TV on full volume and I still manage to scream over it or accidentally breaks 9 of the other teams windows in less than a week which comes out of our paycheck or keeps running on one sentence.

I just did it again.

Whatever, maybe later I will throw in a few periods to that sentence. The point was that I ain't worth much. But dang, the way he looked down into my eyes, man that can make a girl just die of happiness on the spot. Well, I hope he was looking me in the eyes, those glasses can be hard to see through. But that still ain't my point! My point is, he is hot and polite, I am smoking but a turd. Okay, to be honest he is smoking, and I am following up behind.

I am talking to much again, ain't I?

Well, lets just end this before it becomes a chapter book.

Sincerely,
RED Femscout