The corpse and the burn victim

Zombina story arc

Okay guys this is my first DLOMG fanfiction so please keep that in mind as you read, also I will be using a collection of oc's that did not make it into the final cut of my other fic in progress, "War is cold", as the POV (though it will swap between the pairing of that chapter as to keep things from getting lopsided), so if it looks like a character is based from tf2, they are. Now the first 4 arcs are already decided and I will be running a poll on my twitter or some other social media page as soon as I figure out how (if it doesn't work by arc three I'm going to just go by what is requested most in the reviews). Now as for the first six story arcs, Zombina first, then Tio, then Doppel, then Manako, then Lala, then Polt.

But anyway, let there be fanfic! (feel free to give me ideas on a better catchphrase)

Pyro's P.O.V.

A gasmask. That is what I saw when I looked in the mirror, a gasmask and a red fire-retardant suit to match with the pyro logo on the shoulder, couple sizes too big at that. Tracing along the Velcro making sure it was properly stuck to keep the mask on, Heaven, Hell, or wherever else knows I didn't need it to come off. When I had finished, I turned for the door of my room and collected my trusty loadout before reaching the door.

I sling my Backburner slung over my right shoulder, Reserve shooter over my left, Scorch shot on my left hip, Flare gun on the right, Axetinguisher next to the Reserve shooter on the left. It may be a bit much but when I get stuck having to use up all of the pressure in my little toy's tank to extinguish my team and reflect projectiles it kind of justifies the rest.

In the hall, Soldier is passing by at his usual rushed pace when he notices me and stops "PYRO, WHAT IN HELL ARE YOU DOING JUST NOW GETTING GEARED UP? THE ORDER TO PREPARE FOR SUIJIN WAS GIVEN FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO!" the small Timorese man said in full seriousness

"hudda hudda huh, huh hudda huh." I reply explaining how I was getting my mask secured

"WELL NEXT TIME DO IT FASTER! THIS IS A WAR NOT A GIRLSCOUT EXPO, CUPCAKE!" he barks and turns back to walking down the hall, me right behind him

Soldier was a short man though he more than made up for it in bravado and his skill on the field. He was fully equipped with his Original slung diagonally over his shoulders, shotgun on his left hip, and an Equalizer on his right. He usually went in with less weaponry than me but had twice the ammo stored in the bread truck, as not to slow him down, or so he would say. The little man was the closest thing to a "leader" that our little team had, and while he was a bit of a nutcase so was every Soldier MANN Co. hired.

I reached the garage and waiting inside only our Engineer and Scout sat waiting for us next to Scout's Cadillac, both looking a little impatient.

"Took you lot long enough eh?" Scout whined

The middle eastern boy was a little bigger than Sol but almost half as thick, in his left hand was his Backscatter, Bonk on his right hip, and his Sandman on his back, ball in his pocket. He was one of the few of us that made additions to our uniforms, him having added a black turban instead of the usual baseball cap. The little bastard was annoying at times but he had a good heart, and in a business like this a good heart was a rare thing indeed.

"Give dem a brake Scout, you just got here yourself, didn't you?" Engie rumbled

Engie was an old fellow with dark skin from Ukraine, he was the oldest of us and we generally listened to and respected him. He had his Frontier justice and his Rescue ranger crossed in an x on his back, a Pistol on his left hip, Wrangler on his right, he had four wrenches on his belt, from left to right was the Jag, the Southern hospitality, the Atomizer, and a basic wrench, though under his glove he had the Gunslinger. I usually wound up hanging around him during fights, guarding his buildings from spies and rockets and the like.

"No I wasn't! I was here hours ago!" he bluffed

"Hudda huh." I corrected him

"Fuck you Pyro!" He scorned and got into the driver's seat "C'mon what ya waiting for? An invitation? Get in!"

All of us pile in with me and Engineer in the back and soldier riding shotgun to his insistence.

'Wait a second, weren't we supposed to be going to Viaduct today?' I thought slowly realizing something was off about this whole thing, we always had a pre-set calendar sent to us at the start of each month as so we would know where we would be going and in three years it had never faltered 'so why has it now?'

Zombina's P.O.V.

I walk with Manako on the way to work as per usual, trying figure out why the HELL Smith had called us in on our day off.

"It had better not be so she can shove her paperwork off on us! The guy who plays Daryl in The Walking Dead is at the mall today signing autographs and this is gonna make me miss it!" I vent to Manako in her little white dress with the floral patterns

"I doubt she would do that again so soon." She reassured though she barely believed a word that came out of her own mouth "Though she had a bit of an edge to her tone when she called. I wonder what it was about"

We walked in silence for a few minutes as I tried to figure out what it could be that was important enough to pull me into work on the one day I had NEEDED to have a day off on, before I broke the silence.

"Who knows." I mumble as we come to a stop outside of MON H.Q. "But we're about to find out."

Pyro's P.O.V.

We pull up at the base of the mountain next to the bread truck, our fellow R.E.D.'s waiting on us.

Our Demoman who swore up and down that I was a woman opened my door for me "Cinerite."

The Mexican demolitionist beside me was always trying to show off for any female that would pay him attention and that included the one person on the team he believed was a woman. He had a Loch-n-load in hand, stickybomb launcher on his left hip and a Persian persuader on his right. On his head sat an over exaggerated sombrero with miniature bombs and explosions depicted on the brim.

I sigh 'This is the cost of secrecy, I really should've known this would happen when I signed up.' And get out of the car

"Have we kept you waiting long?" Engie asks

"No, my friend we have only been here for five minutes." Heavy stated

Our Heavy Weapons Guy is a somber and kind hearted giant but don't let that fool you, he was a terrifying force during the Sudan revolution and after the war ended he joined this team looking for a new war to fight in. He was equipped with the Brass beast in hand, Family business on his back, Fist of steel on his hands, and a box of Sandviches, Second bananas, and Dalakohs bars. He still wore his old barret from his revolution days.

Medic then spoke "Indeed, though we should be getting along now if we wish to make it to Suijin before nine A.M."

The British doctor was with heavy as peanut butter with jelly or Kool-Aid and sugar, rarely splitting ways in battle with Medic being very careful to stand behind the giant of a man. He was equipped with his Kritzkrieg in hand, Blutsaugher (pronounced Blue-t-saw-gr) on his left hip and his Crusader's crossbow and his right, his Ubersaw rested on his belt though most of the were hidden by his lab coat.

"Yeah, probably be a good idea, Doc." Sniper said before starting to walk toward the path up "Well Don't just stand around, let's get a move on."

Snipes was the only other American on the team and he was the epitome of the American stereotype, loud, upbeat, and tough, but he was one thing that made him parallel the original R.E.D. Sniper, and that was his professionalism when he was at work. His Classic in hand, Razorback on… his back, Cleaner's carbine on his right hip, Shanasha on his left.

Spy closed his shaving mirror and spoke "Friends, I recommend we proceed with caution. This is the first time in years the Administrator's plans have deviated and I doubt she did so for no reason… or an innocent one at that." And proceed after sniper

The Asian man was the second brightest of us and the most well-mannered, though he was easily one of the most dangerous out of us. His Ballisong in his coat, his ambassador and disguise kit with it, cloak and dagger on his wrist, dead ringer in his pant pocket.

One and a half hours later

We reach the top at long last the ability to rest is amazing and the silence is fantastic! A thought then comes to mind 'Silence? It shouldn't be quiet up here, the B.L.U.'s cars were in the parking lot.' As worry starts to grow I voice my worries to my team with a few mumbles

"The fire-devil is right… it is much too quiet for them being here." Heavy speaks using his little nickname for me

"The Firebug is not wrong." He Engineer turns to us "Heavy, Soldier, Scout, go check on them, would you? We don't want them dead before we can kick their asses today." He ends with a smirk and the rest of us break out laughing as the three he asked head off toward the B.L.U. base on the other side of the shrine.

Meanwhile we get to work around spawn. Engie setting up the respawn system and turning off the one back at Hydro, where we had spent the last week, me, Demo, and Sniper were unloading the crates of food and ammo as Medic and Spy stocked the resupply locker. We had almost gotten halfway done when we heard gunfire… particularly from a minigun, scattergun, and explosions to boot.

"The mates are in trouble!" Medic called from inside "Get your asses moving!" and rushes out of the doors and past us, Spy and Engie just behind him

We drop what we're doing and chase after them, not wanting to miss out on beating the hell out whoever had fucked up royally enough to mess with our guys. But then we got there, and what we saw was something I did not expect.

Zombina's P.O.V.

"The Nephilim are a collection of devil giants." Mrs. Smith started with me and the other three members of MON dressed in our mission uniforms

Pyro's P.O.V.

Three bastards all at least fifteen feet tall with leathery batwings, goat hooves and a scorpion's tail, were towering high as Heavy laid into them with all the damage the gun in his hands could do, Scout and Soldier doing the same, all of which having barely any effect. The area outside of the B.L.U. spawn was spattered in gore and as far as I could tell the only survivors were their Sniper, who was assisting our guys, and their Heavy, who was unconscious on the ground. This was when the big guys took notice of the six new victims who had just arrived and a wicked grin came onto their faces.

Zombina's P.O.V.

"They have the abilities to fly, unprecedented strength, as well as breathing fire." She continued

Pyro's P.O.V.

The big one in the center pulled a large tree from the ground and threw it our way, all of us just barely getting out of the way before it made impact. The one to its right reared back its head and let out a jet of flame at mine and Spy's direction, at that moment a thought came to mind and I smirked under my mask before pushing Spy out of the way, letting the fire wash over me and come out unscathed, though coated in black soot thanks, to the wonderful uniform our boss had given me.

'Fire eh? You've chosen the weapons and now you'll pay for that decision.' I think, wiping the soot from my goggles and mumble to Scout "Het Ha Hedy!"

"On it!" he shouts and makes a break for the blue-clad fat man, throws the Brazilian's arm over his shoulder and starts to drag him back to safety

Zombina's P.O.V.

"Yes." Manako spoke "They are really quite dangerous, and were not even considered for the cultural exchange bill. Though I must ask, what does this have to do with your calling us?"

"What I'm getting at is we are using a case of three of these rampaging beings to test a set of potential recruits for when the bill is changed." She replied in a serious tone

"You're using that as a TEST!" Tio practically shouted "What if they get killed?

Pyro's P.O.V.

I rush at the smallest one with the B.L.U. Sniper laying into him with arrows from his Huntsman, forcing the big bastard away from his allies toward the cliff. When we get him to the edge, Soldier launched himself into the giant's chest, shoving him off and down the mountainside, its final scream filling the air, followed by a heavy thud.

As the Sniper helps Sol up I turn to the others to see how they were handling their respective parts of the plan. Our Sniper had made it to his perch and had his sights trained on the medium sized one's head, Spy was assisting engineer get his buildings ready, Medic was almost fully charged and Demo was buying time with Scout.

Engie gave a dark grin as he pulled the wrangler from his hip aiming the devise at the large one, seven level three sentries set their sights on him before they began to poor bullets and rockets into his leathery hide. The beast growled in rage and turned to its companion for aid only for its head to explode into a cloud of pinkish-red mist, courtesy of Snipes. Now the large one left alone with ten angry mercenaries with weapons, a new emotion was creeping its way into the monster's heart. An emotion it had never felt before, nor was it an emotion he even believed he could feel.

The emotion? Was fear.

Zombina's P.O.V.

"Yeah, Smith this is a new level of fucked up." I chime in

"They will not die." An old females voice spoke from the end of the table. An old woman in a purple business dress leaned out of the darkness "My mercenaries are not killed that easily. Believe me. I've tried."

Pyro's P.O.V.

We stand over the body of the giants we had dispatched, Medic was having a field day with cutting pieces from them to study later. Heavy was tending to his counterpart with the B.L.U. Sniper, who had been mumbling incoherently the entire time.

The lanky Jamaican was a person I knew little about, as when you spent all of the time you're around one another trading fire and arrows you don't have much to talk about. He used the Huntsman, SMG, Jarate, and the Bushwacka. The one thing I do know for sure about him as a person is he can't resist taunting after almost every kill, though he was acting understandably off by not doing so.

Medic had said that the B.L.U. Heavy would pull through with a full recovery, only having suffered a few broken ribs, fractured skull, and a head injury. All in all, it could have been worse, though the other B.L.U. mercs should respawn any time now.

Come to think of it the fight had taken some fifteen minutes and the bodies from what Medic said had been thrown into death's maw about forty-five minutes beforehand…. HOLY SHIT! I then mumble to my team that they've been dead for an hour and if they haven't respawned by now then that means… they're dead for real. The devils must have gotten them before they could get into the system.

"The hell are we goin' ta do now?" Sniper shouted "We're fucked and out of a job!"

"Crosshairs is right" Scout agreed "no B.L.U. fuckers for us to shoot at means no cash."

"On the contrary boys, you have just earned yourselves a new job. One of a more 'legal' standing." The old woman's voice spoke from everywhere "I will explain on the trip there, as for now take the teleporter by the control point. I would like to do so in person."

The lot of us look at one another and give various expressions of relief, anger, shock, and pain. Though we all gave in and lined up at the teleporter, the B.L.U. Heavy was allowed to go first due to his injuries. He was almost as big as our behemoth but not quite muscular, he unlike the Sniper I actually knew decently well. Him and I would hang out at the gun show and discuss our teams. Also, he was not as much of a heavy weapons guy as ours, the Brazil native opting instead for the smaller Tomislav.

After a few minutes, we had all gone through and were in the first-class section of an airliner. In a seat on the far corner of the room was the one and only purple-clad hag who put this game together, The Administrator. She had a cold grin on her face as she looked at us and an even colder look in her eyes that could freeze hell over.

"Gentlemen." She said casually "It is good to see most of you survived."

A bolt of anger shot across the survivors of B.L.U and the Heavy spoke up "You little BITCH! Our team is dead and you have da nerve ta look us in the eyes as though it doesn't even matter? I should rip you in half!"

"He ain't wrong ya know, mon." the Sniper joins in with Heavy but in a quieter more venom-laced tone "we really should run ya through."

"Then you will be left without a job and I don't think a normal nine to five is going to sustain your current lifestyles. Am I wrong gentlemen?" she questions coolly with a raised eyebrow

With a growl and a few threats under their breath the pair subside allowing our Heavy to ask "What might I inquire is this new job we have 'earned'." The word coming out like it were something he had never heard before

"All of you are aware of the cultural exchange bill that was passed in Japan almost five years ago, now?" she inquired

We all nod or offer an audible response as anybody who has even glanced at the tv or the newspaper had at least heard about the bill along with the existence of liminals. A couple of weeks ago, Switzerland had passed a more evolved version of the bill and Canada had followed not long after.

"So, what has this gotta do with the job?" Sniper leaned on the seat in front of her

"As you know at first the bill had MANY loopholes for liminals to commit rather serious crimes. Though have been altered recently to allow for highly skilled human officers of MON to arrest and deal with such cases just as the team of liminals currently does." She then pauses "To answer your question, these officers are still green and only one of them has any real combat experience prior to signing on. The eleven of you will be signed as MON agents and handle the training of this team along with any future recruits. You will also be joining them on missions involving both human and liminal perpetrators."

"ARE YOU SAYING WE ARE BEING DRAFTED INTO THE MILITARY POLICE?" soldier questioned

"In a manner of speaking, yes you will." The old woman replied the coolness of her voice still unnerving

Solly just smiled at this and the rest of us were fine with the job as it seemed like it would prove easier than the current nine to five firefights. Though three big questions remained, I asked the first and probably the most important. What's the pay going to be like?

She turned to me and responded "You will receive the same pay as you do now. You are an important part of this little agreement and we will be treating you as such."

Engie asked the next "Why?" the question was simple enough but it was one we all wanted an answer to

"The world is changing gentlemen and liminals ARE becoming part of society. Most businesses do not see this but we do. Therefore, we are using the eleven of you as a sign of good will from Team Fortress Industries toward the exchange bill." She explained

Of course, we were being used for something like this, we had grown used to being pawns in her little game. She then continued with "You will however continue to receive contracts, as to help sweeten the deal."

We all were very on board at this point, even the survivors of B.L.U. had begun to come around, however it was our master of espionage, Spy that asked the question "And what of the respawn system? Will we still have the use of it."

It was at this question that the old wretch's look went from cold to one of malice before saying in a disturbingly calm voice "No. If you are foolish enough to die then you will remain dead. We will not save you from your mistakes this time."

At that moment, our blood went cold. We had all walked through the barren plains of hell more times than I care to remember, but dying for real? That was a concept I didn't like in the slightest, I still had an Engineer to protect and Spies to hunt and then burn. I didn't like the idea so I turned to my hard-hatted friend for his opinion.

He turned to me and then the rest of the team and nodded before turning to the Administrator "We accept this task, old woman."

The B.L.U. Heavy sighs "We will join you as well, though we would request a temporary leave of absence. We need time to… come to terms with recent tragedy."

"Understandable, you will be given the time you need." She agrees "You will stay on the plane when we arrive, as for the rest of you, you will be escorted from the airport to MON H.Q. by Agent Smith and be introduced to your new coworkers, as well as be given your new quarters, uniforms, and other living arrangements. Are there any more questions?"

Medic nodded as we came over the city "Will I be giving these new teammates the same enhancements as the others?"

"Only if they willingly condone to such, there will be none of you slipping sedatives into their food or drinks and experimenting as per your usual means. If I hear of you doing such you will be immediately removed from the agreement and punished accordingly." She said coolly to the doctor's dismay as we landed "Gentlemen, we have arrived."

We gather around the plane's hatch as it connects to the terminal and the door slides open. When given the all clear we exit and head for the exit of the airport, and see a jet-black limousine with a sign on the side, reading 'TF'. Realizing what it stood for as the window rolled down we saw who we assumed to be the Agent Smith we were told about, the young woman gave of the same vibe as Miss Pauling, save with less of a hidden evil thing to her.

"Boys, it's good to see you pulled through alright. Get in and we can get you caught up on the specifics of your new job." She says with a smile and opens the door, Heavy having to squeeze in due to the low roof

"So, what are we gonna be workin with, mi querido?" Demo asks as the limo pulls out

"Yeah are we gonna be on a team with Dracula and Frankenstein's monster or something?" Sniper asked with a hopeful look

"No, none of your new colleagues are vampires, though one of them is undead." The team of women part was something that made Demo grow a smile, she continued "You will be on a team with a zombie, a cyclops, an ogre, and a doppleganger. You'll be made aware of their positions on the team as well as anything else you will need to know. And Medic, you will be provided with full medical files for each of them."

"ZOMBIE!" I shout clearly through my mask

"Yes, a zombie. That won't be a problem, will it?" She asks with a bit of an edge to her voice

Engineer explains "The Pyrotechnic is just very much a fan of the Zombie genre, he's probably gonna have a field day working with one." At which I nod rapidly

A smile crosses her face at this and is about to speak when she looks out of the window and turns back to us "We're here."

Okay guys that was the first chapter, what do you think? I originally intended on giving Zombina a bigger part in this chapter but I didn't want to drag this out to long as it is mostly just a prologue through Pyro's eyes to set things up.

Now a lot of you probably got lost awhile back so I'll give a quick explanation. Team Fortress 2 is a free to play online fps that has recently turned ten years old, I have been a part of this community for three of those and they have been some of the best of my life. DLOMG has been my latest big obsession and I wanted to make something to contribute to the community so here is this little story to help me practice writing Monster Musume and I am using something I'm used to help me work with something new.

Also, if you like what you read and are interested in the story and want to check out Team Fortress it is on Steam, completely free. My name on it is Kaiser5578 so feel free to look me up and play with an unestablished author and don't forget to throw reviews my way.

Anyways until next time remember

~NIGHTMARESLURK