[Team Fortress 2] Stalker
Title: Most beautiful
Author: traumschwinge
Wordcount: about 800
Characters: Scout, Sniper
Fandom: Team Fortress 2
Universe: Ninja Spoi's Silent Fortress Universe
Rating: Teen for general creepiness
Summary: Sniper has watched Scout from afar and fallen in love with him. But he's too shy to just go and talk to Scout. So he follows him around to learn more and more about Scout.
A/N: One of my Christmas Drabbles '13, this one for Ninja Spoi.
Masterpost of Christmas Drabbles (tumblr)
[Original Story]Gods' Dystopia Drabble (other journal)
[Hetalia]Snowrabbit Drabble
[Hetalia]DenNor Viking Fic
[BBC Sherlock]Sour Christmas, Merry Christmas
When I came back from the supermarket today, I saw this beautiful man entering my apartment building. I was so lucky I had a key of my own so I could follow him inside without raising any suspicions. I followed him up to the first floor. The door to 106 closed when I reached the landing there. It must be his! I wonder what his name is. The name on the doorplate only had his initial. An S. I wonder what it stands for.
**
I saw him today leaving the house today. He was checking his appearance in his mirror. What a folly. He's always perfect. I waited all day by the window for him return but he didn't come back all day long. I wonder what took him so long.
**
I was on my way outside when I heard his voice. I stood on the stairs and listened to his voice, afraid that my intruding would interrupt or even silence him. He has the most beautiful voice, perfect like his physical appearance. I'm sure his character is just as lovely. He had been talking to that fucking painter freak from 202. I don't know what he said to him. But I detest him for talking to him. How dares he wasting his time taking to him.
**
I wrote a letter to him. But when I wanted to put it into his letterbox, that fucking painter came in and I decided to leave. I had forgotten to leave the letter. Now it's too late. I ripped the letter to pieces.
**
He left today just a few moments after me. I took a turn into an alley and waited for him to pass me. Then I followed him. He went straight to the hospital. I wonder if he works there. I didn't follow him in. There would be too many questions if I had.
**
I followed him to the park today. He almost noticed me but then I was lucky. A vendor hid me from his line of sight when he turned. I hope he doesn't suspect me now. All the time in the park, he just sat on a bench and watched the people. The painter idiot from 202 was there as well, painting. They talked eventually before they headed home together. I wish he would die.
**
Scout! I know his name is Scout now. Never in my life have I heard a more beautiful name than his. The postman asked me to pass him a parcel and it had his name on it. It's Scout! (But I wonder for what reason he ordered a sketchbook and pastels).
**
I broke into that painter's flat today. I must know why my dearest Scout is so fond of him. The flat was nothing but ordinary. I thought it was a waste of time. But there were so many pictures of my beautiful Scout there. I can't believe this guy! Can't he see that Scout's mine!? I must get rid of him! There was a picture of her so perfect I couldn't leave it in his dirty clutches. So I leave it here with my diary to keep it save.
**
There was a fire today. They say it broke out on the second floor. I know where! I saw Scout there when we all waited for the firefighters to clear the building. They say nothing much happened. But Scout was beside himself. I even watched him cry a little. I wondered if I should go and comfort him but one of the paramedics was faster.
**
That damn painter will be coming home today. I thought I had seen last of him when the fire started. But he was only hurt. I know Scout is waiting for him. I can't let that happen! I can't let him meet my Scout! This would be the death of me! And he knows! He knows!
**
I'm sure the painter told Scout of me! I haven't seen Scout around for days. I'm sure he's avoiding me! All because of this painter! I wish he was dead! If only there was a way to get rid of him!!! I want him gone from this place, gone from my life and I WANT HIM GONE FROM SCOUT'S LIFE!!!
**
I learned he's working on a wood sculpture. I bet its for Scout, to win him over from me. I WON'T LET THAT HAPPEN. Accidents happen so easily when you're working with sharp tools, don't they? And I heard sculptor’s knifes are very sharp. Almost as sharp as the knife from my kitchen I spent a whole day sharpening...
Author: traumschwinge
Wordcount: about 800
Characters: Scout, Sniper
Fandom: Team Fortress 2
Universe: Ninja Spoi's Silent Fortress Universe
Rating: Teen for general creepiness
Summary: Sniper has watched Scout from afar and fallen in love with him. But he's too shy to just go and talk to Scout. So he follows him around to learn more and more about Scout.
A/N: One of my Christmas Drabbles '13, this one for Ninja Spoi.
Masterpost of Christmas Drabbles (tumblr)
[Original Story]Gods' Dystopia Drabble (other journal)
[Hetalia]Snowrabbit Drabble
[Hetalia]DenNor Viking Fic
[BBC Sherlock]Sour Christmas, Merry Christmas
When I came back from the supermarket today, I saw this beautiful man entering my apartment building. I was so lucky I had a key of my own so I could follow him inside without raising any suspicions. I followed him up to the first floor. The door to 106 closed when I reached the landing there. It must be his! I wonder what his name is. The name on the doorplate only had his initial. An S. I wonder what it stands for.
**
I saw him today leaving the house today. He was checking his appearance in his mirror. What a folly. He's always perfect. I waited all day by the window for him return but he didn't come back all day long. I wonder what took him so long.
**
I was on my way outside when I heard his voice. I stood on the stairs and listened to his voice, afraid that my intruding would interrupt or even silence him. He has the most beautiful voice, perfect like his physical appearance. I'm sure his character is just as lovely. He had been talking to that fucking painter freak from 202. I don't know what he said to him. But I detest him for talking to him. How dares he wasting his time taking to him.
**
I wrote a letter to him. But when I wanted to put it into his letterbox, that fucking painter came in and I decided to leave. I had forgotten to leave the letter. Now it's too late. I ripped the letter to pieces.
**
He left today just a few moments after me. I took a turn into an alley and waited for him to pass me. Then I followed him. He went straight to the hospital. I wonder if he works there. I didn't follow him in. There would be too many questions if I had.
**
I followed him to the park today. He almost noticed me but then I was lucky. A vendor hid me from his line of sight when he turned. I hope he doesn't suspect me now. All the time in the park, he just sat on a bench and watched the people. The painter idiot from 202 was there as well, painting. They talked eventually before they headed home together. I wish he would die.
**
Scout! I know his name is Scout now. Never in my life have I heard a more beautiful name than his. The postman asked me to pass him a parcel and it had his name on it. It's Scout! (But I wonder for what reason he ordered a sketchbook and pastels).
**
I broke into that painter's flat today. I must know why my dearest Scout is so fond of him. The flat was nothing but ordinary. I thought it was a waste of time. But there were so many pictures of my beautiful Scout there. I can't believe this guy! Can't he see that Scout's mine!? I must get rid of him! There was a picture of her so perfect I couldn't leave it in his dirty clutches. So I leave it here with my diary to keep it save.
**
There was a fire today. They say it broke out on the second floor. I know where! I saw Scout there when we all waited for the firefighters to clear the building. They say nothing much happened. But Scout was beside himself. I even watched him cry a little. I wondered if I should go and comfort him but one of the paramedics was faster.
**
That damn painter will be coming home today. I thought I had seen last of him when the fire started. But he was only hurt. I know Scout is waiting for him. I can't let that happen! I can't let him meet my Scout! This would be the death of me! And he knows! He knows!
**
I'm sure the painter told Scout of me! I haven't seen Scout around for days. I'm sure he's avoiding me! All because of this painter! I wish he was dead! If only there was a way to get rid of him!!! I want him gone from this place, gone from my life and I WANT HIM GONE FROM SCOUT'S LIFE!!!
**
I learned he's working on a wood sculpture. I bet its for Scout, to win him over from me. I WON'T LET THAT HAPPEN. Accidents happen so easily when you're working with sharp tools, don't they? And I heard sculptor’s knifes are very sharp. Almost as sharp as the knife from my kitchen I spent a whole day sharpening...