A not-yet-seasonal TF2 fanfic
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titusnowlIt'd gotten dark ages ago, and Scout was pretty sure he was going in circles. Couldn't see a hand in front of his face, much less make out the cart rails he could have followed home - assuming he'd guessed right at which way to follow them, anyway...
And he'd heard somebody mention a ghost, although he'd missed the details. It wasn't like hwas scared or nothing, but being lost at midnight on a haunted base just wasn't his idea of a good time, y'know?
He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the footsteps, and when they came close enough for him to make out a hint of red in the starlight he felt totally justified and not a pussy at all for having grabbed at his scattergun.
A low chuckle out of the gloom. "Now, now, lad, ye can put that 'hing away. Evenin' truce got called oors ago."
After a moment Scout lowered the gun, but he kept his fingers on the stock just in case.
"Lost, huh?" The enemy Demoman snorted. "Takes a braw night like this - or a right edjit - tae get lost oan a railway track, don't it?"
"Fuck you," said Scout, his ears burning. "I'm new, okay?"
"Calm doon, calm doon. Nae need fer the /expletives/. Ken what, ah'll lead ye back tae yer side. Dinnae need ye spendin' the night oot here an' gettin' half a map's heid start the morn, eh? Come oan."
Scout only hesitated a little before following along. What was there to lose, right? Sure, the guy COULD take him back to RED base or something, but - Scout really didn't want to spend the night out there alone. Not that he was scared.
"Ye feart?" asked the Demoman.
"Wh-what?"
"Ye scared is whit ahm askin'."
"Fuck you no!"
"Badwater Basin's s'posed tae be haunted, ye ken. I haurd the tale fae oor Engineer. He says this pairt used tae be the hide-oot fer a gang ay train robbers, and they had a big shootout the wan night, and one ay thum gat his heid blown clear aff. They say he still wanders the canyon oan dark nights like 'iss yin, lookin' fer his lost heid."
Scout swallowed.
"Ah, dinnae let it scare ye, lad, it's jes a wee story. There's nowt tae fear fae a ghost. It's the livin' ye've git tae watch oot fer."
Scout got his scattergun back out quietly.
"That disnae include me, wee man, put the gun away." The Demoman laughed again. "Aye, but once, oan a night jes' like this, I wiz oot wanderin' by maself like ye were the night, 'hinking 'boot that ghost story, when ah heard suttin' movin'. Ah'll no say I thought it wiz the ghost, mind, but I may hae been a wee bit wary. Only it turns oot ah wisnae wary enough."
"W-what was it?" Scout still wasn't scared, but all this talk of ghosts in the dark - and wandering around the base with a RED - was maybe getting to him just a little bit. Perfectly natural.
"Bloody BLU sniper," said the Demoman. "Drilled me right 'tween the eye."
Scout stopped stock still.
"An' here we are at yer base," the Demoman continued pleasantly. "See, ah told ye thur's nowt tae be feart fae a ghost."
And he'd heard somebody mention a ghost, although he'd missed the details. It wasn't like hwas scared or nothing, but being lost at midnight on a haunted base just wasn't his idea of a good time, y'know?
He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the footsteps, and when they came close enough for him to make out a hint of red in the starlight he felt totally justified and not a pussy at all for having grabbed at his scattergun.
A low chuckle out of the gloom. "Now, now, lad, ye can put that 'hing away. Evenin' truce got called oors ago."
After a moment Scout lowered the gun, but he kept his fingers on the stock just in case.
"Lost, huh?" The enemy Demoman snorted. "Takes a braw night like this - or a right edjit - tae get lost oan a railway track, don't it?"
"Fuck you," said Scout, his ears burning. "I'm new, okay?"
"Calm doon, calm doon. Nae need fer the /expletives/. Ken what, ah'll lead ye back tae yer side. Dinnae need ye spendin' the night oot here an' gettin' half a map's heid start the morn, eh? Come oan."
Scout only hesitated a little before following along. What was there to lose, right? Sure, the guy COULD take him back to RED base or something, but - Scout really didn't want to spend the night out there alone. Not that he was scared.
"Ye feart?" asked the Demoman.
"Wh-what?"
"Ye scared is whit ahm askin'."
"Fuck you no!"
"Badwater Basin's s'posed tae be haunted, ye ken. I haurd the tale fae oor Engineer. He says this pairt used tae be the hide-oot fer a gang ay train robbers, and they had a big shootout the wan night, and one ay thum gat his heid blown clear aff. They say he still wanders the canyon oan dark nights like 'iss yin, lookin' fer his lost heid."
Scout swallowed.
"Ah, dinnae let it scare ye, lad, it's jes a wee story. There's nowt tae fear fae a ghost. It's the livin' ye've git tae watch oot fer."
Scout got his scattergun back out quietly.
"That disnae include me, wee man, put the gun away." The Demoman laughed again. "Aye, but once, oan a night jes' like this, I wiz oot wanderin' by maself like ye were the night, 'hinking 'boot that ghost story, when ah heard suttin' movin'. Ah'll no say I thought it wiz the ghost, mind, but I may hae been a wee bit wary. Only it turns oot ah wisnae wary enough."
"W-what was it?" Scout still wasn't scared, but all this talk of ghosts in the dark - and wandering around the base with a RED - was maybe getting to him just a little bit. Perfectly natural.
"Bloody BLU sniper," said the Demoman. "Drilled me right 'tween the eye."
Scout stopped stock still.
"An' here we are at yer base," the Demoman continued pleasantly. "See, ah told ye thur's nowt tae be feart fae a ghost."
