Hello everyone

Just before you start reading please understand it's been a long time since I wrote a story, let alone a paragraph, so if you see spelling mistakes or sentences that don't make sense or veer off from what it started with and doesn't continue that point, then that's why...

Other than that, I hope you enjoy!

Oh side note this first chapter is just something I came up with without thinking or any middle or end to the story so there may be a long delay between this one and a second chapter if there is one :P

Locating: Employee 223241
Occupation: RED Pyrotechnic
Codename: Pyro
Local name: Firebug (Nickname Employee 22337 "Sniper" gave to employee)
Current Location: 2Fort - Red sewers

Connecting to employee's mask camera... Connected

Sat down with his legs crossed in the Red sewers was a curious fellow dressed in his given gear of a flame retardant suit, gas mask, and oxygen tank strapped to his back. To his left lay a black painted shotgun covered in scratch marks, tallying all the kills he had gotten with the shotgun although the weapon had run out of space to keep track long ago and the real number of it's kills was a mystery (Kill covered shotgun). To his right lay his flamethrower, decorated with Orange and white paint (Turbine Torcher flame thrower), a broken kill counter occasionally sparked on the side of the weapon after an accident where the man had tried to block an attack by a certain charging Scotsman, leaving it broken even through respawn.

Across his lap lay his last tool of destruction not because he had many kills with it, in fact he had barely any kills with this weapon, but because he used it to help his team's Engie whenever he was away from his buildings. A sledgehammer, nicknamed by the user as "Homewrecker" for it's great use at destroying enemy spy's sappers. It usually sat in a hook on his back next to his oxygen tank, an identical hook for the shotgun on the other side. The few times he had tried to use it to kill someone he had quickly been turned on and had his chest riddled with bullets, something he didn't take pleasure in experiencing.

Currently, He was playing with two small plush versions of himself, One supported a glowing halo while the other one had a pair of horns. Whenever he would tire of battle he would always find a quiet place with little chance of being disturbed by anyone and he would play with the two tiny versions of himself. To anyone looking from afar it would look as if he had the two toys battling eachother, whereas in truth he was simply having them dance and play with eachother. The only ones who knew this truth were ones that had come across him and asked him what he was doing, one of these few people being the Blu Scout. A calmer version of his Red counter part, the Blu Scout didn't exactly enjoy being associated with the "Big Mouth Boston" as the Red Sniper often called him. The Pyro understood his problem and would often leave the Blu Scout alone if he saw him chasing his Red counter, a chuckle always leaving his mask as he carried on his own tasks.

He looked up at the sound of a siren, signalling the days battle had come to an end with yet another draw. Lately both sides have had equal attacking and defending forces leaving the last few battles a stalemate. Not that anyone minded really, both sides were glad to not be utterly blown to pieces by the forced "crits" given to the winning team, although at the same time some of the members would love nothing more than to kill someone who had annoyed them during the days battle. The Pyro sighed to himself as he put the two toys of himself back on his tank straps, smiling under his mask as he patted both of them on the head before putting his hammer and shotgun on their hook and lifted the flamethrower onto his shoulder and started making his way towards the stairs.

Out of all his teammates he really only enjoyed three of them to be in his company. Those three being Medic, Engie, and Sniper. Both Engie and Medic were the only ones who knew what he actually looked like under this mask. The Medic, as you can probably guess, knew for medical reasons such as checkups and such. The Engie on the other hand knew from a freak accident, the same one that broke the kill counter on his flamethrower. After being decapitated the Engie had blown the Demo's head off and watched as Pyro's head had fell out from under the mask before it was claimed by the respawn system, allowing the Texan to see what he looked like. He had told the Pyro about this but as a true friend he kept any and all details to himself.

This however didn't stop the Red Scout. Day in and Day out the Scout would try again and again to see what he looked like under the mask and would constantly hassle him to try and get him to take it off. Granted he didn't always hassle the Pyro, he knew the Engie and Medic both knew and would constantly try to bribe or blackmail them into telling him. To which, every time, they would turn whatever dirt he had on them against him and cause him extreme embarrassment about his methods of obtaining the information.

"Oi Firebug! Where are ya at mate?!"

Firebug smiled under his mask at the nickname the Sniper had given him, feeling it suited him quite well. He climbed the stairs and saw the Red Sniper, wearing a body warmer for whatever reason, looking around for him. A smile crossed the Aussie's face when he saw Firebug coming up the stairs. While the Engie and Medic had seen his face, the Sniper hadn't although he didn't care about that, he was still the Pyro's best friend in and off the battlefield. Like all best friends however they argued sometimes, usually due to the Sniper letting his emotions control him and ruin a conversation he would have been having with the Pyro, though in the end he would always come around and it would be as if it never happened.

"Was wonderin' where you disappeared off to, C'mon! It's Heavy's turn to cook tonight! You know I love his cooking!" While this was true, this was the only thing that the Sniper and Heavy agreed on outside of battle. While on the field, both would constantly yell at their teammates to get to the objetive to either defend it or capture it, but outside of battle they were like two completely different people. They would rarely talk to each other and often mumble comments about the other as they passed in the hallways of the Red base. The only thing to two agreed on was that Heavy was a good cook, and for better or worse that was the only thing.

"Herr Pyro! A moment please!" The Medic waved him over to where he was stood, next to the shuttle bus that transported the mercs to and from their base and the battlefield. He was with the Engie, a neatly wrapped present in his hands and the two had the most proud looking grins on their faces.

"Whats going on guys?" The Pyro mumbled, his mask hiding any evidence of his true gender as well as his face. He was obviously shocked when the two gave him the present.

"Well, we figured ya deserved a little something for helping us all the time while in that damn fort, so the two of us pitched together and got you a gift... go on open it" The Medic and Engie smiled as the Pyro gently opened the present and hesitated before slowly pulling out what he thought was a toy shark, quickly figuring out it was a hat the looked like the cute little shark was chewing on whoever wore it (the Cranial Carcharodon)

The PYro was stunned, he was immediately in love with it and suddenly gave the two a big group hug, mumbling his gratitude to the two as he pulled back and put it on his head, chuckling madly as he did. The two smiled at him and got him onto the bus and he grinned under his mask as he looked at his reflection in the window, thinking that he himself was now cuter looking with the shark on his head. What he didn't know was the two had gotten him the shark because they thought whenever he went down to the sewers he was waiting to hunt anyone who came across the body of water under the bridge, and while the two knew he did find little spaces to play with his two dolls, they were fairly sure he would have killed anyone who disturbed him anyway.

The two looked back at the Pyro as he rested against the window, the long two hour drive back to the base being extremely boring most of the others fell asleep anyway, and smiled as they knew their friend had fallen asleep into a pleasant dream with his new friend. They turned back around to face forward and waited to arrive at the base, chuckling to themselves as they heard soft muffled snoring behind them.

And that'll do it for this chapter!

So I know there's not really any story here but I had the idea and I wrote it down anyway. I might try and develop further on it I do have a few ideas but nothing solid at the moment, and based on that the rating of this story may change at a later date

Please let me know what you think, good or bad, I'd like to know if there was anything I could improve for next time

Until then however, I hope you enjoyed the chapter!