?~ TF2 x Reader ~?

A/N: Havent posted in two days AHHH! But here is your chapter lads/lasses.

I forgot to warn that there are spoilers to the TF2 comics oof.

Also a little mention of pedophilia in here so becareful of that.

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Previously on "Stay":

Demo looked at me with sorrow.
"Im so sorry lass." He said softly and quickly.

I looked at him with tears falling down my face and my hair all over my face. I held my dad's hand harder now.

"Dont die" I mutter softly.

Present time:
(No one's POV)

Y/N didnt know where they were. They have already awaken from their short slumber.

How did they fall asleep? Maybe from all the sadness they felt and confusion, Y/N's mind overloaded.

The 14 year old opened their eyes slowly, making sure the light wont blind them immediately.

They sat up straight from the hard surface and realized they were not alone.

Multiple people, including 'Demo' and The girl was there.

Y/N looked around, processing what happened and what is happening.

They realized that their dad was not in the room and remembered the bad memory that has been implanted into their brain. It just happened just a while ago too.

Y/N grabbed their head.  It felt heavy but then they managed to sit up straight.

Y/N's eyes began to prick with tears. They blinked and held their head in their hands.

They sniffled ever so slightly, not wanting to gain more attention.

Someone then placed a hand on the kid's shoulder.

Y/N looked up and saw the girl again. Y/N looked like they were about to break down to a million pieces.

Ms. Pauling then pulled Y/N closer and hugged them, it was hard with the handcuffs on but they managed. Patting their back and whispering 'its okay's and 'Im so sorry's in their ear.

Y/N cried softly onto the director's shoulder, hugging her back the handcuffs were tight.

"Its Ms. Pauling" The girl who hugged the child said.

"Hmm?" Y/N hummed, asking to repeat it.

"My name. Its Ms. Pauling. You are Y/N, yes? Mundy's kid." Ms. Pauling asked and let go of the child.

The 14 year old nodded and said nothing, tear stains on their face.

The director looked at the kid sadly and moved a hair out of their face. Then she continued to hug the child.

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(Y/N POV)

I hugged the woman tightly. Holding it like I would rip off from the world.

I couldnt stop the scene replaying in my head, but the girl's hugs, pats and words made it a little more bearable.

"How old are you, kid?" 'Ms. Pauling' asked me.

"F..F-Fourteen." I answered.

"So young. You are too young to deal with stuff like this." Ms. Pauling muttered. She continued to comfort me.

For a while, I stayed like this.

"Z..Zhat is ze bushman's child, correct?" A man in a red ski mask broke the silence.