Helllllo everybody! Here is my original character for tf2, Mimic! I have a long fic going with her and the other 9 classes, following BLU team and her endeavors. I finally have drawn up her character sheet, her emblem, and her game card. I spent far too much time on the mf wiki staring at the Kunai and shotguns for her, I hope sheās happy.
Unfortunately I am only realizing now how dumb renaming functionally similar weapons sound, but whatever.
Iām adding some more yapping under the cut because Iām obsessed.
Itās important to note AGAIN that she canāt at all cover an entire class for long, more like a engineer can make the dispensers but itās gonna be a lot better if you actually have a Medic. Story wise, itās gonna be something like sheās physically not strong enough (heavy, solider), not capable (engineer, medic, spy), or itās literally she just shares guns or abilityās with people (scours speed, snipers exclusive snipers, pyros fire, demos launcher). Game wise, it would be more along the lines of less ammo or more time limits to things. Iām gonna talk about each character separately because I have thoughts on how this would work.
Scout: she obviously is fast, this is even a major thing with the story. His speed in game is 133 I believe and the second fastest is spy at like 107. I would probably put her at about 122% that way she is notably fast but not breaching Scouts ability. I also have her written to be able to use the scattergun and likely some of its other variants, but again in game to balance there would have to be changes to how the gun fires. Like force-a-nature and soda popper (fuck that gun btw) would have slower reload speeds, which would suck because they already such but my point still stands.
Demoman: bomb. In all honesty itās hard to work with him because his class is so weirdly specific and I never play him. However, I think for guns that are Mimic Specific I think they could take from Demos class. Sticky bombs for example are so awesome and I think having things like Mini stickyās would be cool for her.
Soldier: again also hard to work with him. My only decent idea is her being able to rocket jump but no access to the actual rocket jumper or anything that decreases damage delt like that. Why canāt she use the rocker jumper if she knows how to do it normally? I hear you not asking, my answer is uhā¦ I dunno she likes explosions or something.
Pyro: they were by far the easiest to decode. Also more than likely with pyro be the majority of her loadout for MTM. Obviously the flare gun but the one she gets is Class specific and relys on splash damage. Partly because I really like splash damage mechanics and also because giving her a base flare gun is boring. I feel like also maybe the thermal thruster but that feels like cheating. Also she can put out her team, I plan on giving her a mimic specific weapon that will do that.
Engineer: I never play this class but I love him dearly, so I am 100% bullshitting my way through this one. My first thought was mini sentryās but that is soooo hard to balence so I had the idea of giving it high as hell health but stupid low damage. That would make players have to focus on the sentry not because itās a threat, but because itās annoying. And then you ambush. Simple. I actually might still use that. However she can also use the wrangler but from her wrist console within a certain radius. This also requires the engineer to be using the wrangler, and Mimic gets a fatass time limit. This allows for story progression via teamwork (!) and game mechanic ideas. She can also fix buildings just slower. Which also solidifies the Spy. Vs. Mimic thing going on. Finally her spine is technically equitable and therefore is close enough to the gunslinger.
Medic: This was hard because the obvious answer is healing. But how? I landed on her having a class specific mini medi gun that canāt do Ubers and has a time limit. In game I donāt see a mimic-medic being played as a primary, more so as a secondary choice in a pinch. The way Mimic will work is that her loadout is what sheās using to āmimicā so just like how you can change to a diffrent primary with the Mercs, for her your switching is like mimicking someone else. So therefor, medic is a quick switch and not constant, thus I chose not to dream up anything that someone would have out constantly.
Heavy: also incredibly difficult because how the hell do I convince a person that A: heavy would let a soul use his guns and B: mimic could even lift them. So the best I got was mini light weight minigun. I dunno man itās the best I got. I feel like giving her something like the sandvich or even the chocolate bar is kinda crossing a line on what she SHOULD be able to mimic. Sandvich is such an important thing to Heavy that it feels wrong taking that away.
Spy: heās easy honestly. There is so many things he does so realistically she could copy any of them. I wonāt explain the Kunai as it is technically spoilers for the fic, but the name of it being Olive Branch is meaningful enough. That being said sheās already made to be quiet and cunning so backstabbing is obvious, but again with significant drawbacks. For example no cloaking, things like spysicle are off the table, and she canāt disguise. To make it a little fair her console can mimic voices so itās kinda close?
Sniper: I main sniper so you would think this would be easy but honestly the only thing notable is her spine working like the razorback. Class specific snipers will only be good if you hate yourself spend a lot of time figuring it out. Huntsmen is a good example but id probably give her something like the Sydney sleeper just obviously no Jarate affect and maybe take away the charge entirely. Other than that I do have to give her the SMG because itās my favorite gun, but Iām not adding that because itās a little unfair. But itāll probably show up in the story.
At the end of the day, she is a fill in for people, not the main show. That being said she is a worthwhile class because of the switching and strategy involved. Would this work for real in game? No, probably not. But for my story itās good enough for me to map out what she can and cannot use
When I was younger I was very right-wing. I meanā¦veryĀ right-wing. I wonāt go into detail, because Iām very deeply ashamed of it, but whatever youāre imagining, itās probably at least that bad. Iāve taken out a lot of pain on others; Iāve acted in ignorance and waved hate like a flag; Iāve said and did things that hurt a lot of people.
There are artefacts of my past selves online ā some of which Iāve locked down and keep around to remind me of my past sins, some of which Iāve scrubbed out, some of which are out of my grasp. If I were ever to become famous, people could find shit on me that would turn your stomach.
But thatās not me anymore. Iāve learned so much in the last ten years. Iāve become more open to seeing things through othersā eyes, and reforged my anger to turn on those who harm others rather than on those who simply want to exist. Iāve learned patience and compassion. Iāve learned how to recognise my privileges and listen to othersā perspectives. Iāve learned to stand up for others, how to hear, how to help, how to correct myself. And I learned some startling shit about myself along the way ā with all due irony, some of the things I used to lash out at others for are intrinsic parts of myself.
You wouldnāt know what I am now from what I was then. You wouldnāt know what I was then from what I am now.
It distresses me deeply to think of someone dredging up my dark, awful past and treating me as though that furiously hateful person is still me. It distresses me to see others dredging up the past for anyone who has made efforts to become a better person, out of some sick obsession with proving theyāreĀ āproblematic.ā
Purity culture tells you that once someone says or does something, they can never go back on it. Thatās a goddamn lie. While itās true that some remain unrepentant and never change their ways and continue to harm others, itās important to allow everyone the chance to learn from their mistakes. Saying something ignorant isnāt murder. Please stop treating it that way. Let people grow.
Bruh. No. Listen. Call out what people doĀ now,Ā absolutely. If they havenāt changed, call them out on their record. This post is explicitly not about people who HAVENāT changed. What this post IS saying is, if someone is making an effort to be a good person, donāt go digging around in their past for evidence that they were once for what theyāre now against, or once against what theyāre now for, asĀ āproofā of what theyĀ āreally think,ā because peopleās opinions and beliefs can change.Ā
The obsession with finding shit in someoneās past and then claiming that a questionable or even sordid past negates all possibility of a good present needs to become extinct. Gold-star activism and purity culture are bullshit and we need to collectively reject the fuck out of them.
If someone has changed for the better, donāt harass them about what they were like before they fuckinā changed. Thatās shitty and it needs to stop.
Gold-star activism and purity culture are bullshit and we need to collectively reject the fuck out of them.
We really need to start asking where this purity bullshit came from. Iām notĀ Christian and was not raised Christian but there has been a lot evidence that much of gold star activism and purity culture originated in of evangelical youth movements and then infiltrated progressive left-wing and center-left politics when those youth left their churches but failed to leave behind the black-n-white puritanicalĀ āyouāre going to hell if you stray one inch from the righteous pathā style of thinking they were taught.
I distinctly remember some conversations I had in the late 00s and very early 2010s with long time social justice activists who were baffled and disturbed by the new crop of youth activists who were practicing something that was decidedly NOT social justice despite stealing that phrase from us.
In the decade and a half that has passed since then, all of this gold-star activism and purity culture has done exactly what I predicted back then:Ā empowered the far-right while sowing division everywhere.
The extremely important part is that trust should be proportional to how much they actually demonstrate that they have changed. Especially when it comes to power.
A random person who had a moderately shady past or fucked up views before shouldnāt need to flog themselves to show how penitent they are beyond just doing better now, just to be able to live their life in peace, but if someone is campaigning to get political power and all they have to say for their life up to that point being a field of red flags, it isnāt enough for them to say āwell Iām not like that nowā if they havenāt actually achieved anything that makes up for it in the opposite direction.
We canāt allow ourselves to be our own worst enemies. We need an approach that allows for Oskar Schindlers without making excuses for Graham Platners.
To change and grow is human nature. We are being biologically designed to learn and change based on the society around us. To try and suffocate that for purity and to force people into a single category is more harmful and sickening than to just let people make mistakes. Fucked up mistakes? Sure, but we are human beings and that is how we adapt.
I have had an interesting view of the world just because of how many people I was around, but for the younger half of my life I was taught that some people are simply less than. I didnāt so much as act on it as it did hold grudges against people. Until I fell for a woman and thus I was forced to learn and accept there is not an intrinsic value attached to a human life beyond simply being alive. But that took time.
Purity culture is disgraceful to what makes us human. Like itās sad and ironic because people seem to portray the idea like itās some proof that there is all good vs. all bad in a person. Itās so black and white, which is ironic coming from me but I digress. The point should be that itās all a grey area and we have to learn to cohabit together. But no living soul is going to do that perfectly every time.
Just because a persons favorite color was red doesnāt mean they canāt start to like blue
Why are there 3 artfight teams this year, itās my 3rd year playing. Can we just pretend to love me for a moment so I can enjoy the lifeās of those you once loved.
Last two fuckers for her to bond with and mimic is surprisingly comfortable! Well she wishes she wasnāt.
āWHY HELLO THERE MIMIC! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?ā Soldier, whoās still far too loud for Mimic's liking, stood straight. Demo waved and allowed a small smile to tug on his face.
Mimic shrugged in response, she didn't even know what she was doing. She nodded towards him, asking what he was doing. Demoman had to translate for Soldier.
āThe lass is askin wat yer doing.ā Demo rolled his eyes and dragged a palm down his face, seemingly annoyed already by whatever Soldiers' antics were..
āOH! WELL DEMOMAN AND I ARE ABOUT TO GO BLOW SOMETHING UP.ā Was all the response laid in return. Mimic knit her eyebrows together and squinted, almost in a nonverbal āwhyā.
āAye well, I have a new formula for a bomb anā Solly wanted to test it wit me.ā Demo helpfully added, frankly this was amusing to Mimic that the two acted as each other's translator. She nodded in understanding.
āYOU WILL JOIN US MIMIC, TO SEE THE GREATNESS YOUR UP AGAINST!ā The soldier declared, hitting his chest with a fist. Demo looked back at the man incredulously, then looked back at Mimic with an apologetic look. Soldier cut Demo off before he could speak.
āIT IS IMPERATIVE YOU KNOW YOUR TEAM PRIVATE, AND THE RED TEAM BASTARDS AS WELL. WE WILL TRAIN YOU TO EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED!ā Honestly, Mimic couldn't well argue with that logic, she did need to know her team and whats sheās up against.
āWell, follow me āden.ā Demo waved for Mimic to follow, and she did with no argument. She decided this was worth her time, and she was still bored.
Soldier was actually pretty pleased with himself that he managed to convince her to follow along, because based on short conversations with everyone she was a pretty standoffish and quiet person, aside from with Scout.
Demo was fine with this development and did hope the two could inspire the new teammate to be into explosives, mostly because it would be kind of funny to have a 3rd explosives class. Also, while he didn't want to admit it, he wanted someone else to bond over bombs with.
The trio made it outside to a fence area with a few things scattered on the ground. Bombs, a bottle of an unlabeled substance that Mimic had seen Demo drinking, and another helmet that Soldier wears. That last part Mimic didn't understand because she didn't think Demo would be the type to care. However, after a few moments, a racoon scampered out of the helmet and off to a bush.
Mimic temporarily froze when the animal ran out, in no way expecting that. Soldier was already in front of her and the demo so his companion took the time to speak.
āMā the demolitions expert, or just Demo, by tha way, and clearly, that's the soldier. A loud one, but good enough company.ā The man spoke, and she appreciated the formal introduction because sheād yet to get one from most of the team. āI know ya dont speak, but it's Mimic yeh?ā
She nodded, crossing her arms as they came to a stop in front of the soldier.
āBEHOLD! THE GREATNESS OF THE AMERICAN SPIRIT, EXPLOSIVES.ā He held his arms out proudly. Mimicā¦ was deeply confused. As far as she could tell not everyone was american, including Demo. The man leaned into her ear and whispered.
āHe thinks all of us are American.ā She blinked and look at him in confusion, he just said to go with it. She pointed to herself indicating she herself was American, she's from Virginia!
āYe itās me, the heavy, spy, sniper, and medic who I know ain't American. I'm Scottish but we dont tell soldier anyway.ā Demo helpfully added and she shook her head in disbelief. The soldier was preoccupied but she looked back at him, staring in genuine shock.
āHe ain't the brightest, but like I said, good company when he isn't screminā bout America and patriotism.ā The more and more Demoman talks the more and more Mimic gets increasingly more confused.
Mimic continued to stare at the other man in front of them before it caught his attention.
āARE YOU ENJOYING THIS ALL AMERICAN BODY? YOU SHOULD SEE IT ON THE BATTLE FIELD!ā That sobered her up so incredibly fast, and she turned away. Demo man walked in front of her, laughing and picked up the bottle.
āSkumpy, alcohol, if ye want any.ā She watched him take a sip and judged his reaction a little before it was held out to her. Hell, she was already here anyway, what's the worst that can happen.
She accepts the bottle and takes a long chug. It's strong, like very strong and swears it almost burned her throat. It wasn't pleasant, but it definitely would get her feeling something. She took a long breath in to avoid coughing and passed the bottle back. She winced, but didn't react much else.
Demo was frankly impressed and decided she would probably be nice to have as a drinking buddy in the future.
They both turned back towards Solder. He picked up one of the bombs and began to speak to demo.
āSO I JUST THROW IT?ā He waved the device around a bunch to which the other shrugged. With that the man turned around and chucked the ball in the distance, Mimic instinctively took a few steps back. The sandy dirt kicked up around her, as well as a small plumb in the distance from the object.
For a moment nothing happened and Mimic was disappointed, but just as the two go to speak the explosion sounds in the back around. Mimic holds her hands up to protect her eyes, but still looking at the beautiful sight in front of her. The oranges and the dirt from the bomb flowed around in the air, followed by a beautiful warm grey from the smoke.
Both men hopped around in excitement as Mimic stared in awe. Soldier turned back towards her, picking up a ball.
āSHOW US YOUR ARM, PRIVATE.ā He grinned manically, and for as much as Mimic hated the guy for being so loud, she still matched the grin. She stepped forwards and threw the ball about 90 feet away from them.
They all stared for a moment, Soldier taking a swig from the Demoman's mystery drink. Then once more, the bomb went boom.
āKABOOM!ā Both men yelled in unison, which mimic silently chuckled at. They had a pile of these balls left and the 3 took turns tossing them and talking to each other, or for Mimic motioning. She moved her hands around wildly to mimic an explosion, then jumped at Soldier, who laughed heartedly.
At one point, Soldier who was having far too much fun, dropped one of the bombs. Mimic panicked as they all stared at the ball in front of them, a quiet ticking sound droning on.
Mimic picked up the ball just as it began to tick faster and tossed it. This time, instead of the ball blowing up in the dirt, it went off in the air. All 3 rallied in excitement at the sight, now switching to hitting a bomb on the fence before tossing it.
It took a while for Mimic to recall self preservation and the fact they were playing with dangerous materials, like a baby with scissors, but by that point she was having too much fun to care. A lot of fun actually, she was getting along with the 2 so easily she almost forgot her discomfort. But that little bug always made its way into her head.
After a while she began to be self conscious of how she was acting, even if she was mimicking the wildness of the 2 she surrounded herself with. Did she have the right to be acting this way? She wasn't a part of the team yet, in her head she considered herself illegitimate.
Demo caught onto her slowed behavior
āAy, you alright Lass?ā He cocked his head, still smiling from the fun and swaying slightly from his drink. He held it out to her but this time she declined. She nodded because this wasn't something she could explain, especially as a mute woman. Demoman shrugged and assumed she was just tired.
The man had been enjoying himself. He loved doing things with Soldier and he was definitely his number 1 drinking buddy, but he was coming to like the mimics company as well! She was fun and didn't seem to have any issue matching their insane energy. Well for the most part. He kind of just assumed she got low energy fast and he knew the 2 of them were a lot, so he wasn't particularly worried. He hoped that she would want to do things like this more often with them.
Solder was also pleased with the situation, enjoying having yet another American. She was wild and he had no doubt in his mind that she would be a loud one too if she spoke. He was on the same page as Scout, he did want to hear her speak, but he also knew if she didn't want to that there was almost no chance of getting her to speak. Plus, he had no intention of pissing her off.
As it stood, both of them really liked the mimic so far, she was good to be around. Mimic also hated the fact she didn't mind the 2 of them, minus the volume. As well, she may have to bother demo about his drinks because she did enjoy what heād given her.
Unfortunately for her however, her mind was too far gone by this point, deciding that it was better if she threw in the towel. It was a few hours out from being dinner or around the time she should eat again. Maybe take a nap? She also needed to make sure she got back into the habit of a regular diet, but after prison where she barely ate the awful food, that was going to be a struggle.
Regardless of what she was going to do, she knocked on the fence to get the attention of the boys, who turned as she pointed towards the entrance they came out of. They understood and gave various goodbyes.
She started off, personally cursing herself for getting so comfortable because that's dangerous, she reminded herself. She doesn't know these people, their intentions, plus they were coworkers. Coworkers she repeated in her head, they didn't want to be friends with her. She sighed and dragged a hand down her face, pinching the bridge of her nose,
She decided to walk around the base a little more to clear her head, so she passed the exit and began to trail the side of the building.
As time passed the night got darker, but not colder, her implant made it a little harder to notice certain biological changes, but it was still possible if it was cold enough. It was early fall, so it made sense it wasn't super cold.
As her feet hit the ground, the dirt still kicking up and her hands trailing the hard stone of the building, a second sound caught her attention. Footsteps.
Her head whipped around faster than it should, but there was nothing there. For a split second it almost looked like the air in front of her was warped. She angled her body to the side while turned towards the distortion. It had looked to be red in hue. But there was nothing there.
Chalking it up to paranoia again, and also desperately trying to ignore the fact she didn't have a weapon on her, she turned and began walking. However, once she began to walk once more, the second pair of foot steps began to sound off again.
She kept walking for a few more moments, then abruptly stopped. Without waiting even a second, she whipped her body around and threw a punch, afraid someone may be following her. For a split second she made fun of herself for this, there was nowhere to hide; that is until her fist connected with the chest of a nearly invisible man.
This is a super lore heavy chapter (haha see the pun). But for the most part juts filler! Enjoy!
Heavy was happily reading a book, sitting dormant on a chair in a common area enjoying the little bit of time off the team was given. Frankly, so far has been a pretty good day by his standards. Even arguing with Scout wasnāt dreadful for the man.
He was reading a book in English despite his abilities in Russian literature. His English could sometimes be spotty so sometimes he would read one of Medics' English books to help keep up with the vocabulary. It was some Medical study, his comrade had been a little pushy for him to read it so he accepted with a grunt.
Off on his right side, while reading page 40 on the science behind radiation poisoning and X-rays, foot steps could be heard. Initially he paid no mind, could be anyone walking through the building but upon closer listening the steps sounded lighter and heeled. Heavy had gotten used to listening for footsteps so he could prepare himself to deal with whomever was coming to bother him.
These steps, however, were not rushed.
He glanced towards the doorway to his right, raising an eyebrow and keeping a neutral face, waiting to see if who he thought was walking was actually correct.
Mimic decided to just go to the same common room sheād met everyone in, just to make sure she memorizes the layout of the whole base. Honestly, sheād met a solid chunk of everyone and didn't expect to run into anyone based on the silence.
It was far too quiet for her liking though, and she needed entertainment. Mimic was a bored creature.
However, much to her violent dismay, entering the common room left her right beside literally the only person she almost didn't want to interact with. The two looked at each other for a few seconds. Finally, Heavy broke eye contact and looked back down at his book.
One would think this would give Mimic an out to leave, but alas, she was not that lucky. So, as the woman began to cross the room to another doorway, Heavy spoke.
āYou enjoy soup?ā He asked simply, his tone unwavering. She figured he was talking about the food left for her from last night, but she paused and looked back at him. This only made him look back up at her, almost staring through her it felt like, and he raised his brow again.
God he looked like he hated her.
Mimic nodded with an awkward smile, not sure what to do. It was objectively good food, so its not like she was lying but it still felt like Mimic was trying to get away with something.
Heavy on the other hand was pleased! Though he could tell she was uncomfortable but he couldn't quite place why, she seemed so ok with Scout and Spy earlier when the 4 congregated together?
āGood. Mimic will join us for dinner tonight, da?ā He decided to fill the silence, hoping that was the root of her discomfort and not wellā¦ himself. That was a little bit of a sour thought to him, actually causing fear towards his own teammate. Heavy decided to be nice and keep things simple to make her feel better.
Mimic nodded instantly, decided that to disagree like she wanted is a death wish. Sure, there was whatever the ārespawn machineā was but that didn't mean she wanted to be killed to find out just how it worked yet.
The room was silent after that for a few moments, both classes staring at each other similar to how Spy and Mimic had interacted; Mimic didn't fear the spy though. She took another step towards the door and after no more words were spoken, speed walked out the doorway.
Heavy continued to look at the doorway she'd walked out of. For as much as he wanted to convince himself she had something to do, he saw the way she nodded to fast, how she kept her eyes on him without break. There was more to her than just someone looking for money or a bloodthirsty lunatic.
He thought back to how Miss Pauling had spoken about her before the first meeting. She had left out most details about the Mimic, including her gender, but he does recall her mentioning her probably not being a personable one. As well, Spy pointed out how Pauling was personally doing hiring, which was unlike her.
All the woman said was these were extraneous circumstances and this was being done in whatever way possible that gets her, and Mimic, in as little legal trouble as possible. Apparently that meant a personal escort from their boss.
Heavy wasn't an idiot. There was pretty much only one good answer as to why ālegal troubleā would even be so much as an afterthought. She was in some sort of legal hold, or in better words, prison.
This was information he was almost certain not many other people had picked up on yet as it required looking deeper than surface level, but Spy would probably know.
Now the second part of his assumptions was where he was concerned: She went to jail for something physical, something that required a federal prison. Mimic was hired as a mercenary to boot, and one that was clearly smart and skilled with guns, based on how she was confident in fixing Scouts earlier.
Murder, if not more.
Now that was not going to be a problem for a single person on that team given their job but it was still food for thought, and she was clearly uncomfortable around people so Heavy could figure it was self defense based. Beyond that? Frankly he didn't have the slightest clue, and he also wasn't sure he was correct.
Heavy sighed and rubbed his forehead. He feels almost bad for the girl, because she is in for a hell of a ride if she doesn't get comfortable with someone soon. Heavy at least had the decency to let her choose conversations and friendliness levels, but the same couldn't be said for almost anyone else in this base.
With that being said, the man could also tell she wasn't an idiot, so sheād probably picked up on that. This was proven by how she moped once Heavy came to pry Scout away from her side. Heād gone to get the guy because of the broken gun situation, but also because he could tell Mimic was losing energy fast.
āShe will be fine.ā He reassured himself.
Down the hall a few paces, Mimic slowed her walk just a little bit. She hated how uncomfortable that guy made her, and why did he look at her with such disdain? He looked so mad! She rubbed her face
.
āI need to stop being so paranoidā she thought to herself, there was no real reason to be afraid of anything at the moment, no one was being aggressive.
Pyro seemed like a really sweet person, very aware of the newest class and welcoming none the less. She could tell that theyād get along most likely, even if their presence is offputting. Also being the closest thing to mute in this base made her feel a little bit better, but did find it ironic that Engineer couldn't understand her body language but at least presented to understand Pyro.
Heavy, as had already been established, scares her. Heās massive and has a stone face. So just as she decided before, she would make sure to stay out of his way. Hopefully he isn't a bad person, and based on the fact he left her food? He probably wasn't, but she would need a far better reason to trust him. To add to it, heavy was a class she would probably mimic the least, so there was an added reason as to not talk to him.
Deciding to go outside again, she made her way towards the same door she left out the night before.
As she rounded the corner she was also faced with the same duo as the night before, just this time Demoman seemed to actually be conscious of the world around him.
Hello, my name is Sam and Iām 17. Iām struggling to pay for gas and Iām trying to move out of a negative home so I can go to college. As well I am diabetic with psychosis who needs to pay for medication soon once I turn 18.
I am struggling with jobs as I am mentally and physically disabled, tho I plan to work for DoorDash when I turn 18. I am also attempting to work at a sub shop. I ans struggling for gas to get to school as well as take care of myself.
I am more than willing to draw for whatever anyone can offer as well as write. I have both my cashapp and examples of my art available, writings are on my page. My most recent works are chapters for a fic named āmeet the mimicā. As long as itās reasonable I will draw/write for anything offered. If you or anyone you know is interested, contact me here or on Instagram (samyy009922) or TikTok with the same username.
Thank you for reading this far and I hope youāre doing well.
Mimic didnāt know what to expect going along with the other teams mute, but surprisingly theyāre her favorite so far! But she is a little crushed by the continuing feeling of inadequacy shoved upon her.
It didn't take long for Scout to walk away after he got his gun back and got chewed out by the Engineer for being in the workshop. Engineer attempted to talk to Mimic for a moment but quickly got interrupted by yet another body entering his space.
However, thankfully for Engie, it was Pyro so he wasn't as angry. That being said, a little disappointed because Mimic seemed to be in a good mood now.
Mimic waved towards the Pyromaniac with her free hand, the other holding the borrowed shotgun. She didn't know how to feel about The Pyro, but she got the feeling they were similar to herself so she figured sheād get along with them.
Both other Mercs turned their attention to a happily gesturing Pyro, who made some noises through their mask to accompany the movements.
āOh? Do yah now?ā The engineer chuckled, seeming to understand the other. Mimic tilted her head and flicked her gaze between the two a couple times before Engie spoke again. āI can understand āem, they just said they wanna show you somethinā.ā
Mimic glanced between the Pyro and the door, not sure what her next move should be. She shrugged which seemed to make the firebug very happy. They went to grab her hand, but she yanked back fast. That was an interesting development.
Pyro didn't seem fazed but Engineer looked at her with a quizzical glance as she followed the other out the workshop. That was far too fast to just be preference. He just cataloged the information and moved on with his day.
Mimic hated being touched, especially by people she didn't know. She hated it. What she hated more was running through the halls with a very excited, manic looking Pyro. She resigned herself however, carrying both the shirt she shoved in her back pocket and a weapon in her left hand. A collection she didn't want to grow.
The pyro mumbled again as they reached what she assumed to be her room, they turned towards her and waved her in. They walked in with a bounce in their steps and stood firmly in the center of the room. There were a few pages scattered around beside them, on a bed and a desk. A couple crayons caught her eye.
Mimic looked at the various drawings around her, most containing a unicorn or rainbow of some kind. It made her question how old this teammate was for a second, but she chose to ignore that thought for now.
One picture caught her eye as she waited for the Pyro to sift through the papers surrounding them. A picture of what almost looked like a tuba shooting bubbles drawn out in surprising detail. Unicorns and bright colors surrounded the main subject: themself. She cocked her head and leaned towards the image, taking in the well drawn crayon. Did they see the world differently?
After a few more seconds, the Pyro made another muffled sound to catch Mimic attention, seeming unbothered by her snooping. One mute with a kind-of mute to another, she could understand their body language. She turned towards them while they bounced happily back and forth.
Another crayon drawing was held up between their fire-resistant gloves: 9 mercs drawn surprisingly well, looking to be done in great detail and all together as they were layered on top of each other with surprising depth. However, another later addition was apparent. There was a slightly messier drawing, seemingly done on the fly with less precision, of herself. Black messy hair and eyebags, long sleeve shirt and blue cargo pants, all coupled with her lighting bolt emblem assigned to her.
Mimicā¦ Didn't actually know what to say, if she even spoke. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell slightly agape. Her pulse did something it almost never did and sped up. She took one tentative step towards the other Merc and they held out the drawing to her.
She gingerly took it between her own hands, shaking ever so slightly after placing the borrowed material from Engineer on the ground. Her head tilted almost like she didn't believe what she was holding. Pyro mimicked the head tilt and motioned towards her. Were they giving the drawing to her?
To ask, Mimic used one hand to point to herself. In response the Pyro nodded excitedly. Mimics' heart raced a little faster. Why was everyone so accepting so fast? What was happening? There was even detail in how her boots gave her a little bit of extra height.
She rubbed a thumb over her own class emblem and allowed her mouth to tug upright in appreciation. She couldn't be mean after a gift like this, especially when she'd barely even interacted with the fire based class.
The pyro muffled out another sound, which she guessed what their way of asking if she liked the gift, and she nodded. What else was she to do? This was agonizingly sweet.
Mimic continued to stare at the picture, taking in the little details. Pyro was shorter than most of the other classes, engineer was the shortest save for herself. Scout was pointing to himself in a very egomaniacal way, spy was shouting it looked like, and Sniper's sunglasses were nearly perfectly colored.
Frankly Mimic was in awe.
Her eyes kept drifting back to herself however, she was smiling in the drawing, which was the minority within the rest of the classes. The only others smiling were Engineer, Scout, and Demoman. Was it because they thought positively of her? Because they'd seen her smile once? Before she let herself overthink every aspect of the drawing, she looked back up.
Pyro was struggling to sit still as they watched their newest teammate look at the drawing. They will admit, it was a couple days old but still had just enough space to add her. Mimic was part of the team, Pyro wanted to make sure she knew that. Their team.
So when she agreed that she liked the drawing and accepted it with almost no hesitation, Pyro was ecstatic. Like, set the base on fire ecstatic, but they'll refrain from going that far. They wondered to themself if she liked fire, because they had full intentions of adding to their friends list with the new recruit.
Once she looked back up, Pyro decided they had to draw for them more, so when Mimic went to leave they didn't stop her. Mimic gave a small wave and picked up what she needed to, a friendly gesture which pyro greatly appreciated.
With that, they set to work on a new sheet of copy paper.
Mimic left the room with a strange feeling of belonging in her chest, which she knew made no sense as sheād barely been around. People were weirdly OK with her existence, which she desperately didn't want to trust, but hadnāt been met with a reason not to.
She began towards her own room, trying to clear her mind now that she can focus on the things she needed to do. Once she stood in the doorway of her own quarters, she closed the door and stood against it for a little.
After clearing her scrambled brain, she decided to change into the shirt Spy had given her. She thanked whatever was up there. It was long sleeved. With her own shirt off, her implant was revealed and scarring on her arms out in the open. She was a stupid teenager, so there were also a few tattoos running along her forearms, most were ironically lighting inspired. Mimic never believed in fate, but this would be good evidence to argue it, she scoffed to herself.
The shirt lended to her was incredibly soft and clearly high quality. She ran a finger over a seam after she put it on, the feeling of stitching was barely noticeable.
Briskly, she walked over to her bed and sat. The room was quiet in comparison to her own mind. Loud ramblings overtook her thoughts, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't shake off the incessant whispering. Unfortunately it was giving her a headache, maybe sheād stop by med bay and get some medicine. Or, she'd rather avoid Medic altogether honestly.
She placed the drawing on the desk next to her gun on the bed. Loadout wise she was a pretty versatile person, so for the time being she'd stick to the basics while she made more. She would have liked to do some more brainstorming on blueprints, but she wanted to know what they had to offer first.
Recalling what the Engineer had shown her the day prior, she left her own room and made her way to the weaponry deployment area of this current base. From what Miss Pauling had told her, there was a new section for her own weapons but it was Mimics responsibility to move and take care of things.
That last part confused Mimic for a while before Miss Pauling told her that they moved bases occasionally for new missions or contracts. Certain things the whole team would be deployed on, and sometimes special contacts will be per-mercianary.
Lost in thought, she mindlessly made it to the area she'd been looking for. Upon entering there were 9 very distinct sections, with a 10th kind of crudely shoved in the corner. That made Mimic pause. If there wasn't a need for a 10th class, why add one?
She sighed, deciding if she thought about it she'd depress herself, and further prove her inadequacy to the team.
The area held a few things, a flare gun looking weapon? As well, a cylindrical melee with a point that also had a similar emblem to Medics. It was an assortment of things that looked to have belonged to other classes? Maybe made or ordered for her? She had no way to tell.
Looking through, she decided to stick with the flares, the shotgun, and a knife. Which looked to be similar to the pyro and spy classes, which she was fine with.
That took a lot less time than she thought it would, but that being said she didn't expect it to be as easy as looking at whatever she was provided with. She'd craft her own things later on, being far too lazy to do it on that day and wanting to wait until sheād seen the field.
Well, now it was off to talk to everyone else. Yay.
Now that engineer gets mimic all to himself again, he canāt help but daydream about this supposedly genius woman. Mimic however, has one goal only: gun.
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Outside the door, both Heavy and Scout waited. After a few minutes of nothing, Scout spoke up.
āHe hasn't kicked her out yet-ā Scout looked visibly shocked.
āDa, she is quiet.ā Heavy observed. Both looked at the door before Heavy decided that she was going to stay in the room. He turned away, much to Scouts displeasure
āHey wait! Where da heck are you goin? Aint we gonna wait for āer?ā He was confused, deeply confused. Why was Mimic still in there? Wasn't she going to come out and work on it with him?
Scout hated to admit it, but he didn't dislike the mute woman. Frankly, heād figured that he wouldn't like the fact she didn't speak, but she was funny even without it. That did not change the fact Scout really wanted to hear her voice though, more than once throughout their interactions he imagined her voice over the miming. Maybe he could convince her.
Heavy on the other hand, accepted she was mute and beyond that didn't care too much. They had not really interacted but based on what Medic very excitedly relayed to him, he was right in thinking she was a pretty solid person. Maybe he did care a little, he was curious but not as much as everyone else.
Scout sputtered some argument but ultimately decided if she hadn't come out yet, she would probably stay in there. Therefore Scout decided to keep bothering Heavy.
As expected, Mimic found the gun was just jammed and a piece inside the chamber was bent, so nothing that required much work. Mimic looked around for a moment to decide whether to go ask Engineer for supplies, or to go find what she needed herself. Frankly she kind of wished she had her own stuff back so she didn't have to leach off of someone else, but oh well.
Spotting a tool box on the other side of the room on some sort of storage unit, she stood and made her way over. After grabbing it, she felt a pair of eyes land on the back of her head, but upon turning the man wasn't looking at her. Mimic shrugged it off and sat back on the floor.
Engineer had looked at her, secretly a little hurt she didn't ask. Not that he minded her using his tools, not at all, but rather it deprived him of an excuse to talk to the woman and maybe even show off more. The merc was frankly delighted that someone other Medic understood basic engineering, and honestly for all he knew she could understand more than just the basics. He turned away the second he noticed her turning towards him.
He looked at her out of the corner of his covered eyes as she sat down on the floor. He wondered why she didn't sit on the workbench with him, there was plenty of space for her to work. Engineer gathered she liked her personal space, not really the type to be close. Regardless, he couldn't help but feel comfortable with her there. He was the same with Pyro, the merc was honestly just nice company, regardless of what others said about them.
For a moment Engineer thought about gunslinger, wondering if she would be interested or impressed. He hoped she would be. Maybe after Mimic got done with all her set up he would reveal it, or maybe next contract heāll show it off while she's around. He slipped into a short little daydream about seeing her face light up at the tech, he wanted to see if she would be able to point out all the joints or pressure valves usedā¦
While the Texan merc daydreamed, Mimic sat on the flood and picked apart the scatter gun. While doing so, she had another motive of seeing if she could use it as part of her own load out. Granted she fully expected someone to give her a hard time about Mimicking Scout of all people, but hey, gun is gun.
It took about 10 minutes to get the thing actually pulled apart and by god did she need to clean the thing. She stared at the rusty pieces for what felt like 30 minutes before a low whistle came from the Engineer.
āWell, doesn't look like Scout ever bothered to clean his gun.ā The man pursed his lips while Mimic looked back at him. Her eyes were reflective of the lights in the workshop. Engineer had to stop himself from commenting on it. Instead, he focused on the task at hand.
āI got a gun cleaninā kit, gimme a second.ā he stood and made his way over to yet another storage unit and pulled out one of the drawers. He held a black box in his hand, opened it to check the contents, then made his way back over to Mimic.
She continued to sit on the floor in front of the dismantled gun, holding out an arm for the kit. It had been forever since she last needed to clean one, but she's sure she can figure it out. It would be depressing if she needed to ask someone else how to clean one.
After she got the kit, the engineer sat back down.
āSo, you figure out what's wrong with it?ā He cocked his head, looking between her and the gun. Engineer already knew, he could tell there was a jam and a bend in one of the clip holder things, but he wanted to converse with her more.
She nodded, picking up the bend part. Mimic was disinterested in conversation, rathering to get the repair done and test it. She immediately turned back and started to look at the cleaning kit, using the liquids and rags the best she could remember.
The other swallowed, taking the hint and turning back to a sentry repair he'd been working on. Mimic took this silence to lose herself in thought.
The first thing she focused on is how she was going to set up her uniform and loadout. Already she decided to keep the long sleeve turtle neck and cargo pants (she was holding onto the shirt given by Spy, she'd change into that later because she still felt a little uncomfortable). Mimic was good at knife throwing so an order for a good utility belt was put in, also doubling as a way to hold tools. She knew what she was good at: good aim, quick patches, and knife throwing.
What this meant for the other team is she directly would mimic Spy, Sniper, and engineer in skills, she was also good at hand to hand combat and a speedy runner; these traits took Scout and Heavy. Being medically trained she would likely work with Medic at some point, but Mimic wasn't sure how that would work yet. Finally she could throw bombs as well, similar to her knife throwing skills. So including anything fire based, that took the remaining 3 of Demo, Solider, and Pyro.
To be entirely honest, she had a good set up.
But this also got the girl thinking, she would want to improve these skills if she had any chance of holding up to the rest of the team. She laid down one part of the gun and picked up another.
Maybe, she thought, she'd just learn during the missions she was very briefly told about? Part of her was annoyed with Miss Pauling for not giving more details, she worked for the woman after all, these are things Mimic feels like she should know.
She audibly sighed as she continued to fiddle, engineer glanced over with a little bit of shock. That was the first time she made an audible sound but it wasn't her voice so he elected not to mention it. Instead, his eyes trailed the work sheād been doing.
Mimic didnāt notice and continued to think. So far she had personal interactions with Sniper, Scout, Medic, Spy, and Engineer. She'd learned a lot so far about each of those mercs.
Sniper was similar to her, she decided. The man was quiet and didn't seem like he enjoyed socialization, which she could agree with. He was amusing as well and pretty good at reading her, which was welcome as it meant she didn't have to use the device or scribble on some paper to communicate. He also seemed not to stay inside the base a whole lot, so she'd probably see him a lot less which was a little upsetting. Also, still haven't figured out his nationality, but it is high up on her priority list.
Scout wasā¦ something. Very energetic and she could guess he was younger than her. Mimic was 35, but she guessed Scout was in his 20ās or just very immature and ages like wine. If he was older Mimic would be very peeved because the dude looks young. He was also very talkative and enjoyed attention or validation, so that was something Mimic would save for later if needed. Also seemed the most interested in getting to know her, with the exception of Spy.
Now Medic? Mimic doesn't like him so far, something about him rubs her the wrong way. Now it could just be a really poor first impression, but something is really wrong with that guy. Something is really wrong with her too, but at least she seemed sane. He was intelligent though, which could both be a blessing and a curse, depending on how he applied himself. Ultimately, Medic would be someone she kept an eye on.
She also distinctly disliked Spy. Mimic also had a feeling that wouldn't go away. Now he does get the factor of mild appreciation as he seemed like a mostly honest guy, but Mimic didn't know how long that would last. Plus they are the most similar, so now she feels like she has something to prove. Either way, the guy seemed like he would be insufferable once their āhour dealā was fulfilled. She wasn't looking forward to that and still didn't quite understand why it was offered.
Finally engineer, who she had the first interaction with. Frankly, he might be her favorite at the moment. He's been respectful, which Mimic deeply appreciated. Now Mimic is also very similar to his class skill, which indicates there will be problems down the road, especially if Engineer is as cocky as she thinks, but that's a bridge she will cross later.
She finished cleaning the gun and grabbed pliers out the toolbox she had retrieved. It was a fairly fragile piece of metal so as long as she didn't snap it, the part would be easy to reshape. So, holding the pliers in her right hand and holding the part still with her left, she pulled it back to straighten the shape then hammered it smooth. Sure it wasn't the best way to do it, but it worked.
The engineer looked back at her for the millionth time when she finished fixing the part, taking pride in the fact she also seemed like a logical thinker. God he hoped she was as smart as her actions suggested.
After a few more minutes, she put the gun back together, effectively removing the jam. She stood and knocked on the workbench for the other mercenaries' attention. He hummed in response.
She pointed to the clip and fiddled with the trigger. It took the man a second before understanding she was asking for ammo. Once he stood, chuckling at his own incompetence, mimic rolled her eyes in annoyance. God this was going to get very frustrating quick.
āAh dont really carry most of the other teams ammo, but I gotta fix Scouts gun a lot so I may have some of his.ā He dug around in a discarded weapons crate near a garage door and a truck. It was dark navy blue with a larger trunk bed. Nice car, she thought,
She stepped closer to get a look inside the crate.
āThis is all extras that people discard, aināt anythinā useful or valuable usually.ā Engineer helpfully added. āWe get emā shipped from mann co but just like any other company, they'll sometimes ship the wrong thing,ā He sighed, but pulled a small box of bullets out.
āSpeakin of weapons tho- You got all your loadout set up yet?ā He glanced back at her and handed the little box to her. Mimic took it in her hands and shook her head. She hadn't had the time because lord forbid people let her do the things she needed to, minus fixing the gun, that was so she could test it.
The engineer hummed with a tone Mimic couldn't quite put her finger on. He gave her a look that indicated he was thinking, and she returned a similar look.
āI suppose youāll need to soon, howās about you hold onto one of mah weapons for the time being till you get yourself situated.ā The engineer did an awkward half shrug, like he didn't even know what he was offering. Mimic continued to hold the box of ammo in her hands, staring back at the Texan in front of her with no visible emotion. After a moment she also returned a half shrug, almost mirroring the man.
Engineer nodded and said something along the lines of ābe right backā and walked off, leaving the Mimic alone. For a moment she stood confused, not expecting him to just walk away. She pulled her mouth into a frown then looked around for an opportunity to shoot, turning towards a garage door behind the truck.
On the other hand, the Engineer walked off to an offshoot room. It was essentially a weaponry, grabbing a shotgun off the rack and holding it for a moment longer.
The man was a little perplexed at his own action, he was a gentleman sure but giving off a gun just to help her? Engie rubbed the barrel for a moment, cocking his head to the side while he thought. Something about himself wanted to help her, after seeing what the Mimic was capable ofā¦
Was it admiration for what she could do or fear of what she was capable of?
Frankly, he couldnāt tell.
The thing Dell cursed himself the most about was barely knowing her, personality and intelligence alike. Every single person knows to proceed with caution, well for the most part. Not a single person knew anything about her, not anything other surface level things. So why did Dell want to know her so bad?
He had to chalk it up to curiosity or he was never going to leave that room.
When he walked back out into the rest of his workshop he found the woman standing in the doorway of an open garage with a borderline manic grin on her face, shooting off the Scouts scattergun. Mimic was holding it like it belonged to her, shooting off perfectly after her repair. It looked like she didn't have any other thought in her mind other than bliss as she shot.
Without stop, Scout also walked into the room trying to act as nonchalant as possible. Hearing his gun go off. The engineer, despite himself, did not react so as to not disturb her as she ātestedā it. Scout went to approach, and Engineer did nothing.
He stood still, staring at the black and blue dressed Class. God this had to be curiosity.
