TF2: A Scout's Story Chapter 2

All eight looked at the grub that's been served to them with skeptical eyes; a grey, shapeless, sticky concoction, it looked horrendous and the smell was none too pretty either.

"Made it myself!" said the Engineer proudly, showing off his new love for the culinary arts. "If I can make a giant mechanical monster-gun, I can easily make some grub for y'all."

"Woah woah woah, I think it moved! ARGH!!!" complained the Scout, still in pain even after being patched up. "You know I still don't see why you couldn't just use that medi-gun of yours doc!"

"Dummkopf! Do you not listen to anything else except for ze sound of your own voice?! I have already explained ZWEI times that it has been unfortunately broken vhen I got into a scrap vith ze BLU team's medic! So stop complaining and thank me for even bothering to patch you up!" retorted the Medic, annoyed with the Scout's constant complaining.

"Whatever! But I still ain't eatin' this crap, look at it! Only someone incredibly stupid would-"

The Scout stopped mid-sentence when he saw the Heavy eating it. All the men knew his stomach was capable of digesting just about anything edible but to see him still standing after eating the concoction was an amzing feat on its own. The Heavy laughed as he saw the others amazed expressions.

"It is food and it is not so bad, there were worse thing to eat back in Russia. Ever ate a whole tub of Russian mayonaise? Urgh, it does not go down well comrades."

Though reluctant at first, the others agreed to try it out themselves. They swallowed their pride along with the shapeless goop down, the smell rose up in their noses causing their breathing to stop for a moment as the goop slid slowly down their throat,
the substance gripped on to the men's teeth and gums, causing little bit's of skin in the mouth to tear off and be dragged down along with it.

It's taste was odd, it was extremely salty at first turning sour seconds later before finally turning it to a strong, bitter taste; it felt like "eating coffee mixed with sweat inside Sniper's used "Jarate" bottles",according to Sniper. None dared ask how he came across that information and immediately took his word for it.

The men eyes started to well up with tears and as the Spy stuck his tounge out he noticed that it has turned into the same shade of grey as the goop.

"Ahhhh! Ny toung'," he rasped, sticking his tounge out for all to see. "What hath happened ta ma toung'?!"

"I may need to cut out my own after zis!"

Every man apart from the Engineer and Heavy complained about the horrible food, each one claiming he can do a better job at it.

Only the Scout was genuinely pissed off with the situation; after being shot at, not being patched up properly and now having to eat the disgusting food, his last straw had just snapped. He pushed off from his seat glaring at the Engineer ready to verbally attack him.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" complained the Scout, pointing to the Engineer. "Ya tryin' to poison us or somethin'?!"

The Engineer chuckled and patted the Scout on the shoulder heading out to leave the dining room when suddenly he hears a loud crack and a thud, nearby small pieces of crockery hits the side of his cheek. He look down on the floor to see the shattered remains of china and the food he slaved to make stuck on to the wall slithering down. He turned to look at the Scout, the boy was breathing heavily, his eyes still focused on the Engineer.
"Hey I worked hard on that boy and you'll lose a lotta blood if you move around too much so appreciate what's given to you. Got it?!" attacked the Engineer, everyone shut their mouths to watch a new argument unfold right infront of them.

"Take me seriously goddamit! Just cause I'm the youngest doesn't mean you can just forget about me and treat me like crap, I'm still part of this team!"

The Scout looked to the others for some support but instead saw them telling him to stop talking, no explanation as to why they looked nervous.

"What? C'mon guys I mean it! Like when Soldier, Pyro and Demoman saved me today, they knew I was goin' after the intel without me havin' to tell them, go on tell him." the Scout chuckled.

"Actually laddie...it was his idea for us to charge the enemy base and give you back up...he even brought his sentry to buy us some time." the Demoman confessed while the Soldier whislted non-chalantly and Pyro nodded in agreement.

"'e was the only one who wanted to save you...we kind of figured it were best if you weren't here no more lad..."

The Scout fell silent in disbelief, overwhelmed at what he just heard.

None wanted to make eye-contact to reveal their shameful plot to get rid of him was the truth.

"W-Wait, all of you- C'mon, you guys must like me right? You gotta like me! I mean we've fought this war together, all of us-"

"Dummkopf! It felt more like baby-sitting than anything else! Alvays asking me to heal you. Alvays with ze taunting and ze boasting!" shouted the Medic, revealing more shameful acts of his.

"And you know vat makes it vorse is you do not even say thanks for our hard vork in keeping 'you' alive! You have single-handedly turned zis team into a joke!"

Suddenly, a loud, blaring alarm went off signalling that it was time to gather inside the meeting room for a briefing from their employer. The room fell silent again seconds later, no one talked and one by one each person left the dining room until the Scout was left there in the darkness.

"Fine..." he mumbled to himself. "I quit."