Well, first time poster here. Just got into the TF2 fandom, and well, fell in love with all the characters, most of all Scout.
So, yeah, posting a few drabbles here that you may have seen on tumblr, but for now, I'll keep anon.
I'd also love some concrit. Don't mind anything that tears it apart/analyzes my writing. The harsher, the better.
He sat there innocuously, waiting for someone RED to pass by. Pa had finally left him alone, trusting that he was old enough to do what was expected of him. Yet, no one came. Even after he waited, even though Pa had promised him with a loving tone of voice that they would come.
Why was it? Was it because no one believed that he could dispense his love out to them? He felt so lonely, just sitting there, with nothing but a stupid, violence loving brother (sentry) right next to him! And to make it worse, his older brother by a few minutes just had to crow with triumph whenever he did his duty.
He can’t help but feel depressed as he just sits there, listening to his cocky elder brother scream out his killings. Why couldn’t his other brothers just like him be nearby? At least he wouldn’t have to listen to them jabber away about blood and guts, which was just sickening! Who wanted to hear about someone getting killed when it was so much more pleasing healing someone… not that he had done so, yet.
But! Here was a person who was coming toward them! Dispenser couldn’t help but vibrate with glee, ready to dispense the love he had holed up within him, coming from the endless well of love from his father. Almost. Almost in range!
And he quivers in horror as he sees something placed onto his older brother, something that has sparks going everywhere. Oh no, Pa had warned him about this, about this sapper and how it would kill him! If only he could heal his brother!
But, with a hiss and a small explosion, Sentry dies and Dispenser starts to vibrate with fear at the sight of the sapper held above him.
‘Pa! Where are you?’ he screeches, as the sapper starts to wrench everything away from him. He didn’t want to die, not yet, not when he hadn’t healed someone yet! He would have been useless, the worst fate possible for someone like him! A useless scrap of metal, albeit sentient, but still! He couldn’t be-
“OI, THERE’S A FUCKING SPY SAPPING MY DISPENSER, ENGIE!”
Dispenser perks up at the sound of someone screaming- and there’s Pa running over, and with his gun out. He shifts abruptly when Pa shoots, cause even though it’s Pa’s weapon, his oldest brother, Shotgun, scares him when he’s pointed at him, even if he means no harm.
When Pa’s finished fixin’ him up best he can, Dispenser shifts his focus to the loud noise, who’s shifting around like he can’t stop moving. His metal heart goes out to him and he can’t help the rays of love filled healing that leaves his body to catch the one who had saved him.
Dispenser thinks he might be in love now.
Experimenting with Scout's voice... Think I tried too hard?
See, there’s a reason why I always like jumpin’ up so high. Cause Ma’s always said that she likes to see me go higher than anyone else, and that’s one of the only things she was proud of me for.
She’d always said that I could do so much better, that I didn’t hafta run faster just to steal stuff and shit that we needed. Even though my brothers were always workin’, we never did have enough of anything for all of us.
It weren’t my fault that I had to leave to help out the family. We were running outta food, and I was the only one who wasn’t workin, cause Ma wanted me to try for the biggies. Not that I managed to, but I had to try, but ended up failing. They didn’t want no brat with a big ego. Yeah, I know what I’m like, so what’s it to you to tell me?
I ended up givin’ up after a while, cause in the end I was just wasting my time doing so. Ma was feelin’ worse every day, and my brothers were getting pissed at me for tryin’ so hard for something that it didn’t seem that I could ever get.
When I saw that some thing called the REDs needed a quick guy, I knew that I was the man fer the job. Cause no one in Brooklyn was as fast as I was, I was the fastest guy ‘round in miles. And the pay was real good, it’d help my family out, give ‘em something to live on for years.
Only problem was that I couldn’t go to visit family after joinin’ up with ‘em. I wondered whether or not I should go, but the lure of cash was too much. ‘Sides, I was sending my money over, so my brothers and Ma would forgive me, right?
Least I promised to call every week, ‘cept I didn’t. Forgot to, what with my head getting shot off every other day. Turns out Ma was ill, and I never knew a thing. Something about that damn spy and his fucking cigarettes that made her start ta smoke, even though she’d always told us not to do any drugs and shit like that. Ma was always somewhat romantic like that, smoking those goddamned smokes her lover had.
She’d had lung cancer fer a long time now, and she’d never bothered telling me. Something bout me being the youngest kid, so yeah, I gotta be shielded from fuckin reality. As if! If Ma knew I was shooting and batting heads off, she’d know how fucking grounded I am in reality.
My brothers ain’t gonna forgive me for not comin’ home for her funeral. They used my money for it, but something bout me abandoning Ma to her lung cancer and not even caring bout her dying. Wasn’t till I finally called home that I found out bout it. Fucking Administration. They never did gimme that letter that my brothers supposedly sent.
Yeah. Ma’s in heaven now, she’s always dreamed of being inna place like that. I’m probably not ever gonna make it to heaven, what with Respawn and the fact I kill people. At least, since Ma’s in heaven, she can watch me right? Watch me jump high and fly in this goddamned career.
She’s probably not proud of me, watching me kill and destroy shit down here on Earth. But, at least, I try ta impress her.