(Tf2 x Reader) DISCLAIMER: This book contains content that is for more mature audiences. MURDER, GORE, SEXUAL CONTEXT, STRONG LANGUAGE, AND SUICIDE ATTEMPTS ARE MENTIONED.
Have you ever wondered what the life of a murderer consisted of? How well they manage to keep their insanity hidden under many years of pressure. How many lives they had witnessed, first hand, come to an end. After witnessing the death of her family members, (Y/N) seeks redemption. (Y/N) has traveled the world, but no place will ever satisfy her cravings. She spent most of her life in Ireland after the murder and built friendships, connections, and most importantly, a strong alcohol tolerance. Yet, only one out of three would be useful in certain situations.
After finally snapping and killing someone out of rage, she was smuggled into the United States, and ended up landing in the small town of Teufort, New Mexico. A small, isolated town, that was probably already full of deranged killers and frauds. She earns herself a job in the town's saloon, in order to earn her keep, and plays the piano to keep the guests entertained. She had heard stories of a group of men that the town wasn't too fond of. Soon, those stories have been put to truth, as a handful of them walk through the saloon doors, looking specifically for her. What could they possibly want?
A/N: I really hate this 2K writing limit. I copy and paste my stories from Word so It's kind of annoying.
-Your P.O.V-
"Clemont? What are you doing here, I thought you were absent because you weren't at class...." You asked the nerdy kid.
"I've been working on my latest experiment." He mumbled.
"Eh?" You teased, holding your hand up to your ear as a gesture for him to 'speak up.'
"I said I'm WORKING ON MY LATEST EXPERIMENT." He said, but louder.
"MISSSS!!!" You fake whined. "CLEMONT SHOUTED AT MEEEEE!!!!"
Suddenly the supervisor came running up to you and Clemont, she sighed and shook her head.
"Clemont, that's some very dangerous chemicals you're working on! If your experimenting, then please work in the science lab, but you'll need permission from your teacher. But shouting at (y/n)? Your not like that. But (y/n)'s likely to provoke people like this..."
You rolled your eyes. The supervisor was startled and walked off. You swivelled back to Clemont, who was looking at you rather strangely. You shrugged your shoulders at him, and walked off like you didn't care.
-Clemont's P.O.V-
I looked up at the clouds, still drowsy from working with hypno chemicals. I was waiting outside for my younger sister, Bonnie to walk out the door, scream out my name and give me a giant hug. If I didn't have a younger sister, I would have been consumed by my depression....
perhaps..... maybe....
I've got to admit...I've got a huge crush on (y/n)...ever since I transferred. I always turn away and hide my flushed cheeks and sweating hands and shaking knees and...yeah...
I wish I could be popular for her... but I'm not.
I've asked Bonnie for advice as well...she says I should admit my feelings and she'll say her catchphrase tomorrow. To be honest...I don't want her to, she'll just laugh at me and Bonnie and my life will be ruined.