TF2: Don't Tell (Part 1)

"Good job boys! You make me proud!"

It was soldier, bein' his usual loud as shit self.

"It was notzing."

Oh and there he was, the backstabbing scum bag. Honestly I wouldn't hate him as much if it wasn't fer the fact he was tryin' to bang my Ma. Eh, just the thought of it makes me feel sick.

As usual, after we finished a mission everyone was off to the showers, but as for me I was already headin' back to my room. On my way I spotted Medic, man that guy was a creep... but he patched me up when I needed it so I guess he's alright.

"You are not taking a shover?"

I rolled my eyes, cuz obviously I wasn't. Like... I wasn't headin' that way. "Nah, I'll wait till later. That is WAY too many naked old dude to be lookin' at. It gives me the creeps." I just shrug, cuz to me honest it really is. Though that wasn't the only reason I didn't wanna go.

"Vell, if you say so." He adjust his glasses and walks back to his office. Probably to do some freaky experiments on some poor fucker.

Finally I make it back to my room and let out a deep sigh after locking the door. I'd finally learned that in this place you NEED to lock it or else someone will come barging in without even knocking, demanding something! And I can not risk some asshole barging in my room.

Usually dinner starts kinda late around here, and since its Pyro's turn he'll be takin' a while to get it done since he gets distracted by the fire on the stove. Honestly someone should fix that...

I sat on my bed and began taking off my shoes. And let me tell you, my feet were fucking killing me. Though most of my body was. I couldn't wait until the rest of the guys went to bed so I could take a nice relaxing shower.

"Damn.. Its starting to hurt again.. think the stupid bandages are moving weird. Has been a few hours since I fixed it.." I mumbled to myself as I moved to the mirror and took off my shirt. Sure enough the stupid bandages had started to move lower and began gripping to my rip cage. Taking off the binding I sighed looking into the mirror. Why didn't my chest look like other guys? I had these two blobs of fat just there... I remember when I first hit puberty and these things began to show up and soon after I started to bleed! None of my other brothers did, it was so fuckin' unfair.

When I was younger Ma tried to put me in dresses and was so excited to have a 'daughter', but later I had to break the news to her that I wasn't... nearly broke her heart... but she got over it.

She told me it was perfectly normal for me to have breast and a vagina and that these things didn't make me any less of a man, but I had to watch out cause not everyone is as accepting. I learned pretty quick about that when I was a kid, but hey! I'm no weakling! I kicked all those kids asses that messed with me!

But... here that's a different story... most of these guys are a lot bigger than me and make fun of girls a lot. Which is kinda weird since our own administrator is a chick, and so is Miss Pauling.

I know I'm a guy, but people are too worried about the parts to think about the person and that's shit! ugh.. fuck now I got off track.

Anyways, I fixed my bandaging over my problem areas, as well as the ones on my hands, took a few deep breaths to see how well I could breath and went on my way.

Ma promised to help make me somethin' to fix this area so I don't gatta wear the painful bandages, but for now I just gatta deal with it. She even said there's some doctors that help with this kinda stuff-

Knock knock knock. Shit who could that be?

"Hang on, hang on." I grumble putting on my shirt and making sure everything looked right.

Opening the door I could see it was Pyro. "Uh, yeah?"

He makes some strange mumbling sounds then points to the mess hall. "Oh, dinner ready?" I ask and he nods his head in response. "Thanks, man!" I just smile and pat him on the back. Damn, that was quicker than usual. Maybe he was hungry?

I actually liked when Pyro cooked, it was always some weird Mexican dish and lots of it! Pyro may be kinda insane and burn things a lot, but he's a good cook at less, and pretty good at listening to my stories. He doesn't just roll his eyes or tell me to shut up. Though... maybe he does... I can't see his eyes or understand him so fuck if I know. He doesn't leave so I guess he doesn't mind.

By the time we get to the mess hall I'm telling him another amazing story of how I totally killed like 10 robot fucks in a row. He made a few claps and seemed to enjoy my story.

"There you are maggot! What took you so long?!"

"Pyro was gettin' me."

"Be thankful he did! Or else you would have NOTHING!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." I wave him off grabbing my plate of food.

"Geez mate, you smell like shit." Sniper hisses, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Whatever, at less I don't live in a van and piss in jars..." I snort, shoveling food into my mouth.

"Oi, is that a challenge?!"

"A challenge for what? who's grosser? Cause you win that one, man." fucking nailed it.

"At less I actually bath after a match, you just go to your room and sit in yer stench."

"Well sorry, being around gross naked middle aged men isn't exactly how I wanna spend my shower time." God I'm good!

"Heh, well it ain't like we wanna look at your gross twig ass, mate."

You asshole...
"Sorry what? What'd you say? You lookin' at me when I shower? Tryin' to get a look at my hot bod?"
Fuck yeah! I am the king tonight!

"Oh you wish." He laughs before finishing his plate and putting it in the sink.

Damnit, get back here and let me make more bad jokes and puns at you! But sadly it was too late and he was already off to his van. Ugh, what a freak. I don't even wanna imagine whats in that disgusting van of his... probably lots of skinned animals.

I finish my food and plop my plate in the sink too before walking off to the t.v room. Pyro was yet again following me, he seemed kinda lonely tonight so I didn't mind.

Nothin' good was on, so Py decided Spanish soap operas was the way to go. At this rate I could care less, at less it was entertaining. I had no fucking clue what they were saying but the body language told enough. Py seemed real into it though.

"Shit, gettin' kinda late..." I groan. "Eh, and I still smell like ass. Yo Py, I'mma go hit the showers, you can stay here and watch uhh... whatever this is, I'll be back." I say as I start to leave.

Now that I realized it I never really saw Pyro go off to the showers either. Maybe he just preferred to stay in that suit of his. Must be smelly...

Finally in the showers and damn does it feel amazing. I just bring my pajamas with so I don't gatta get back into stink town. I noticed I gained a few more scars from today's battle. Ever since the damn respawn stopped working its made things a lot harder and scarier... Medic is doing his best but if he dies, we have nothing. He may be a creep but we do owe a lot to the guy, I'll give him that.

It use to be if you died you'd just end up in respawn, so death wasn't even an issue to us. But now if we go down, we could be staying down-

"Well, if it isn't the little rabbit."

SHIT! It was the fucking frogs voice. Why was he in here? He'd already showered!

I press myself against the wall, trying to hide my front side and avoid looking at him. "What do you want, frog?"

He goes quiet for a second, probably lighting one of those disgusting cigarettes of his. "Tell me scout, why do you avoid zhe team so much? Medic says you 'aven't gone to get a proper physical. Why iz zhis?"

"The doc's a freak, I don't know what he's gonna try to shove in me, or take out."

"Fair point-"

"And its not exactly a lot uh fun hanging out with a bunch of gross dudes twice yer age who don't even enjoy you bein' around them, so what do I fuckin' care?"

"Is zhat zhe only reason, Scout?"

"Duh-"

"And why are you squashed against the wall?"

"Why does it fuckin' matter, you creep? Why are you even here? Shouldn't you be asleep, or dreaming about how you WISH my Ma loved ya?"

His footsteps begin to grow closer until his gross gloved hand is touching my shoulder.

"WHOA! What the fuck?! Don't touch me you perv! I'm fuckin' naked!"

"What are you hiding Scout?"

"Nothin'! Fuck off!" I growl moving to the corner to squash myself further into it.

"If you don't tell me I'll be forced to find out myself."

"We all have secrets fucker, so just let me have my own." I hiss trying to hide myself into the wall.

"Zhis has been going on ever since you got 'ere, what are you trying to hide?! zhe constant avoidance, running off from zhe team all zhe time! You act az though you are a spy or somezhing! Even your mozher wont tell me!"

"Why do you care so much?! Just leave me the fuck alone!" I nearly yell from how angry I am. How fucking dare he ask my mother about this! How dare he even talk to her!

He goes silent trying to think of an answer. Why did he care so much? With a sigh he began to walk away, flicking his cigarette at my back.

"I will figured out your secret, and when I do you'll be sorry, little rabbit."

To be continued.......