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aggressive-positivity-network · 3 years

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Hello! I was wondering if I could get some childhood headcanons for the mercs, thank you!

I’m taking a break from the longer headcanons - I’m finishing all my existing requests before opening up my headcanons back up - so I’ll do this one to get the gears turning. There are two here, but I will do more if prompted:

TF2 Merc Childhood Headcanons

Spy:

Spy was a shy child. Painfully shy.

His family was poor, so he had to steal most necessities. By the time he was twelve, he could hop or climb over most fences and hide in most buildings.

The entire reason he became a spy was seeing poorly translated VHS tapes of American espionage films. Spy was frustrated that he never looked the part - he had no suit, no cigarette, no girls.

But, not to worry, he would get all of those things when he went to Britain for schooling.

As a child, though, all he could do was pretend.

He had a “gun” made out of sticks and rope, mimed having a tie, hat, and overcoat, and drew a few shaky feminine features onto a pillow (whom he dubbed Mademoiselle Coussin).

This change in play actually helped him socially: whenever he felt nervous, he would just pretend he was a spy instead of a petite, messy-haired boy with freckles. This caused his popularity among the street boys to spike, and they were soon at his beck and call.

However, despite his fulfilling life as a street rat, he turned back into that timid mouse of a boy whenever he was home. He never dared use his charm on his parents. He already caught a flogging when he tried slicking his hair back.

This led to an odd, one-sided relationship with life where he put on two different masks for two different places, but could only be his true self when he was alone.

He learned to stifle and release emotions at will (keeping himself from crying when he was hit and then letting the tears flow when he was fooling unsuspecting tourists), and was cynical about any relationship that didn’t benefit him immediately or at all.

Except for one.

Every Christmas, a specific fruit vendor, an elderly man named Lucas, came to town. He would give one piece of fruit, usually an apple or peach, to every child that came to his stand. They never had to pay - they only had to say Merry Christmas.

Spy only hung around the stand for the first few years - his house was so far away that by the time he got there, most of the fruit was gone - but one Christmas, Lucas beckoned him over.

The vendor reached beneath his cart and pulled out a single orange, which happened to be Spy’s favorite.

“Joyeux Noël.”

“J-joyeux Noël, monsieur.”

Lucas held out the orange, which Spy accepted gratefully and held in two tight hands.

“Merci beaucoup, monsieur! Merci, merci!”

Lucas only smiled and waved his hand.

This became a tradition for many more years.

Spy would come to the cart, wish Lucas a warm holiday, and would receive an orange that had been saved for him.

But, one Christmas, Lucas didn’t come. Nor the next one. Or the one after that.

Even though Spy knew he was never going to get an orange from that cart again, he still went to that street every Christmas until he left France.

Now, whenever Spy receives an orange, either as a mandated vitamin supplement or if he happens to steal one from a witness’s house, he puts it in his suit, only eating it in his smoke room.

And if he is feeling particularly nostalgic, he’ll, just like he did when he was a child, eat the peel.

Heavy:

Heavy had a wonderful childhood compared to most of mercs.

His father was only vaguely present - and later absent - but his mother was a huge force in his life.

Though Heavy was never bullied exactly, since he was big even as a child, he was ostracized for his size and general clumsiness.

He often broke things, hurt other kids and even staff, and put holes in the wall simply because he was a pre-schooler in an elementary schooler sized body.

But, no matter how many calls she got from the school, Heavy’s mom knew that he wasn’t violent - all she asked was for him to try and fix what he had broken and apologize to the people he had hurt.

“My child, a bear may be big, but they are strong and beautiful. So are you.”

One day, after a particularly rough week of shattered vases and bruised classmates, Heavy ran from school into a random building, blinded by tears and shame. He ended up ticketless in a large theater, but he was only a child, so no one noticed. They assumed he was just someone’s kid.

He ended up on the roof, breathless and gasping between sobs.

Suddenly, he heard an orchestra beginning to play. He looked through a glass pane built into the roof and gazed at the stage below.

He saw one petite ballerina making her way across the stage, doing a few twirls as she went. Then, a much bigger man, who was almost as big as Heavy’s father was, came from stage right and joined in the dance.

Throughout their performance, Heavy kept wincing, expecting the enormous man to crush the small woman. But he never did. The performer moved with grace and a quickness that the boy didn’t expect.

Something awakened in him - a realization that he too could be nimble, despite his size. As the performance ended, Heavy went back down the stairs, his confidence renewed.

He became fascinated with ballet, and watched tapes of shows over and over again until he knew all the steps by heart. At first, he only moved his feet so his arms wouldn’t break anything. Then, as he grew more controlled, he learned how to dance and step around things.

His mother got less calls home, more and more kids began to trust and like him.

He still wasn’t popular by any means, but at least he could play soccer without breaking someone’s arm.

With that success came interests in all things quick, dainty, and detailed. Heavy learned how to knit, paint, and play a bit of piano. He was never very skilled at any of them except for knitting, he enjoyed practicing his coordination and mitigating his clumsiness.

But, one day, Heavy made the mistake of bringing his knitting to school. It was around Christmas, and he had to finish his sister’s sweater so he could wrap it.

The boys, who now knew that Heavy wouldn’t hurt a fly, started teasing him mercilessly, calling him a sow (female pig), a bitch, an old crone, and all sorts of other nasty names.

Heavy, with growing frustration, said something along the lines of, “Will it be your dead mother, then, who will mend your shirt when you are old? Or will you willingly catch your death?”

What Heavy didn’t know was that one particular child’s mother died a few months ago.

The boy went into a rage, giving Heavy a black eye and a bleeding nose before he finally took him by the underarms and held him away from him like a rabid chihuahua. Finally, the boy tired himself out. The other kids had since run away, not wanting to get in trouble or get beat up by Heavy.

The bully, after finding that he was helpless to the situation, began to cry, letting out all the emotions he had been shoving down in order to save face in front of his abusive father.

Heavy went straight into protective mode, having dealt with his younger sisters and their own grievances. After the bully calmed down a bit, he admitted his feelings, and how awful his circumstances were.

Heavy didn’t say anything much, but just handed him a pair of knitting needles and a ball of yarn. The boy learned to knit that day, and after Christmas, many other abused boys came seeking the same kind of closure and validation.

He made many friends this way, and it pretty much eradicated his bullying problem - so much so that he was pretty much untouchable to anyone looking to make trouble.

Though violence is how Heavy makes his money now, the merc learned from the very beginning that the best way through life is a gentle touch.

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whitelightning9999 · 5 years

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Button Kids Part 7

First Prev Next ——————————————————————————————————– Mabel sighed looking around the empty room.

“Mabel” someone called from the kitchen.

“Yeah Mom?” she called back.

“It’s time for lunch.”

“I’m not hungry.” She chuckled to herself. I’m never hungry.

“I still want you to eat.”

Mabel said nothing. Looking out the window she watched the mailman riding by on the bike.

He was always riding by.

Always at the same time.

Always wearing his uniform.

Always on his bike.

Mabel gave a small wave. That was the seventh time.

She had been here for a week.

A week in this boring dry life.

“Mabel?” A voice said behind her.

Mabel turned to Dipper. The black buttons of his eyes staring at her.

A week without her family.

“Mabel are- are you ok? Its- its been a week and…” Dipper stuttered. “I- I know that things are a bit… different but-”

Mabel walked past him.

She walked past her mother.

Past her father’s study.

And up the stairs.

Locking the door behind her.

She took a deep breath.

“Mabel?” Dippers voice came through the door. “Are you ok?”

He continued when he heard nothing. “Mabel I- I know you’re sad about the others but… Mabel our life is great here. We have parents who love us. We can feel the sun. We- we can eat all the bread we want.”

“I’m tired” She said.

“O-okay.”

This is the perfect life Dipper.

She opened the window.

She crawled out onto the roof through the window pane.

But-

Carefully, she stepped on the roof tiles, navigating to the back of the house, to the rope she had left.

Mabel lowered herself down.

Her feet touching the springy blades of grass.

I can’t be here.

She slipped out through the back gate.

And ran into the woods.

I can’t be selfish.

She kept running.

Ignoring the signs of danger.

Ignoring the signs of wolves.

Ignoring the signs of bear traps.

I won’t be selfish.

She kept running.

Away from that perfect life.

Away from Dipper.

Away from everything.

Not ever again. She thought.

And the world disappeared.

Mabel smiled for the first time in a week,

As the other world turned into ashes.

Decaying into the white void.

Mabel slowed.

“I’m not going to be selfish again.” Mabel declared as an old wooden door appeared.

She thought of her brother.

Her real brother.

How he would softly smile at her.

How after the Beldam, they could sit together in the sun.

How after the Beldam, they could just smile together.

How after the Beldam, they could be a family.

That would be the dream life. She thought as she opened the door.

She froze.

She was back in the room.

She was back in the room they had escaped from.

“N-no” Mabel voice broke. I don’t want to be here.

She turned around, staring at the white void.

Tears running down her face.

She was trapped.

What would Goggles do?

Mabel gulped and stepped forward.

She let go of the door knob, taking a couple of steps.

The door slammed shut.

She didn’t have to turn around to know it was gone.

So, she continued walking into the room.

Navigating the cramped space.

“Mabel?” A voice said behind her.

“Dipper!” Mabel screamed, turning around. “Dipper?”

The boy was frowning at her. His buttons scrunched up in confusion.

“Dipper!” Goggles screamed, jumping over the wall of boxes. The boy froze upon seeing her.

“M-Mabel” Goggles said.

“Guys!” Mabel cried.

The two boys exchanged a look.

“I- I thought-“ Tears rolled down her cheeks. “B-but we’re together again. We- We can-“

“Leave” Dipper said finishing her sentence.

Mabel wetly laughed, nodding.

“Have you seen the others?”

“I- I think I saw Whisper.” Goggles said. “He- He seemed unresponsive though. Come on”

Goggle took the lead while Dipper fell into step with her.

“A-are you okay Mabel?”

She nodded. “It was just a tough week.” She lied. There’s no reason to let him know of the Beldam’s trap.

“Y-yeah. M-Me and Goggles spent the w-week walking through the darkness”

“Guys” Goggles called, kneeling next to a cavern between the junk.

Mabel walked closer. Making out the dim form of Whisper.

He had been crying. His buttons red and puffy. As she drew near, he curled up, pushing himself farther into the hole.

“Whisper?”

He whimpered.

“He was like that when I found him.” Goggles said behind her.

“Whisper?” Mabel tried again, reaching out to the boy.

“G-g-go a-away” the boy stuttered. “I-I’m n-not l-le-leaving t-the r-room”

“Whisper?” Mabel said sadly.

“I-I’m n-not le-leaving, o-ok? I-isn’t t-that wh-what you w-wanted?”

“Why… why would I want that?” Mabel said softly. “Whisper, I- I don’t want something that makes you unhappy.” Because that would be selfish.

The boy whimpered.

“Whisper, please” She held out her hand.

Whisper shook his head. “Wh-what if I-I don’t w-want to b-be a f-family”

His word’s felt like a punch to her gut. “Whisper?”

“Wh-what i-if I-I don’t want t-to be a f-family a-anymore”

Mabel looked at the boy. Tears starting to run down her face and with a big smile said, “Alright”

Whisper knitted his eyebrows together.

“We don’t have to be a family, Whisper.”

“Y-you a-aren’t going t-to h-hurt me?”

“Wh-what?” Am I really that horrible.

Whisper pressed his hands into his buttons. “You- you sh-should be hu-hurting me.”

“Whisper?”

“No- you- you want to be a family. I- I want to be a fa-family. B-but we c-can’t…” Whisper sobbed. “We can’t be a family.” The boy whispered.

“Whisper, I don’t understand.” Mabel crawled closer.

“You’re dead! You aren’t supposed to love me. You- you should just leave me….”

“Do you want me to leave you?”

“No… Yes… I- I just don’t want to hurt.”

“Whisper…”

“I don’t want to be hurt.”

Mabel bit her lip. I only hurt people.

She backed out of the tunnel. Dipper and Goggle stared at her and she gave them a watery smile.

“Mabel?” Dipper came closer.

“Mother!” Mabel yelled out.

The room buzzed.

“Mabel what are you doing?”

“I don’t want to hurt people again, Dipper.” Mabel softly said. “MOTHER! Come out I know you’re listening!”

“Mabel!” Dipper screamed. “Mabel, Stop!”

“What are you doing Mabel?!” Goggles asked.

“I’m not going to be selfish again!”

“Mabel?” Whisper said. He had crawled out from the tunnel.

“You- you said that you didn’t want to be hurt right?”

“Mabel?”

“I only hurt people Whisper. I’m- I’m too selfish to do anything else… but I can do one thing. I can make sure you see the sun. MOTHER!”

“Mabel! Stop!” Dipper yelled. He reached out to touch the girl.

“No Dipper! I’m only going to hurt you again! I’m only going to hurt everyone again!”

“Mabel!”

“I’m doing this Dipper” She smiled at him

“Mabel stop this!” The boy reached out to grab her.

“No!” Mabel screamed, pushing the boy back.

——————————————————————————————————–

Fire stormed through the darkness. Lighting any thread that she encountered. She knew what the thread could do. She wasn’t stupid.

She just had to keep moving.

She just had to find the others.

She just had to find Goggles.

Fire growled as a bundle of yarn swung in front of her. She set that on fire too before moving past it.

“Why”

Fire froze. That sounded like a child.

“Goggles! Coraline! Whisper!” The girl cried. “Hello!”

“Why do you think someone with answer you?”

Fire turned, scanning the darkness. Threads, burning and black, cast a bit of light as they hung in the air. Soft dying embers hanging from them like glowing beads.

“Goggles!”

“Is not here”

Fire twisted around, glaring into the darkness. “Who are you?”

“Don’t you recognize us?”

“Us?”

“Yes. Us… Don’t you recognize our voices?”

Fire pressed two fingers against her forehead. “If you are trying to pick a fight!”

“Now why would we do that?”

“After all,”

Fire glanced around hoping to find one of the voices.

“We’re already dead”

“Wha-“

A body shimmered to life out of the corner of her eye. But when she looked. No one was there.

“Sh-show yourselves!” Fire screamed.

Another flicker of light. This time from her left.

“I’m warning you!”

Something brushed against her shoulder.

She yelled, letting out a burst of her power.

An inferno covered the area before sputtering down and dying.

Fire fell to the floor, panting. “I warned you”

“We are the children”

“All sown away.”

“We only wanted to play.”

“But here we are.“

“Locked away.”

Fire looked up. The flickering started all around her. Forming shapes of children.

“Won’t you come and play?”

“We can have so much fun.”

“You only have to say.”

“That you want to be locked away.”

“No! I don’t want to play!” Fire screamed, covering her ears. This can’t be happening! They died!

“Oh, but it will be fun.”

“All sown up.”

“And ready to play.”

“All we need…”

“Is you to do one tiny thing.”

Hands wrapped around her throat.

“So, are you ready to play?”

“No!” She jerked out of the grip. “Leave me alone!”

The children froze.

“You... You aren’t real! You’re dead!”

“And who’s fault is that?”

“Didn’t you fail to save us?”

“I-“

“Yes, she did”

“She let us walk out”

“No, I didn’t!”

“I remember” a boy spoke up. Curi. “I remember she stood there, watching as we all walked out”

“I tried to-” a small hand tugged her shirt.

“Miss? Why did you let us die? Did you not luve us?”

Fire jerked away.

“Of course, she doesn’t”

“She doesn’t like any of us”

“She wanted us dead”

“She wanted us gone”

“No! I-” Fire choked out a sob.

“You let us die”

Fire shook her head, tears running down her face.

A hand grabbed her. The child’s touch burning her clothes. “You let us DIE!”

Fire screamed pushing against him with her psychic energy, blasting the child back.

“Did you see that?”

“She attacked him.”

“She doesn’t want to play”

“She doesn’t love us”

“She wanted us to die”

Fire frantically glanced around, looking for some way to leave.

But all around her, was the faces of the kids she had let die.

Wild. Gnome. Hood

The kids who she had played with.

Mouse. Cruz. Eggs

The kids who raised her.

Scythe. Trick. Mute

The kids she had let walk out of the room.

A boy walked up to her. Her mind filled in the gaps giving him jet black hair and ice colored buttons. He... he taught her how to read.

“Rocket” she whispered. “Please I-”

He gave her a small smile, holding out his hand. “It’s alright Fire. We can play now. Just take my hand”

She sobbed.

“Shh, it’s ok.”

“I’m sorry”

“It’s ok. Just take my hand and we can play”

She shakily reached out to Rocket.

“Leave Her Alone!”

A gloved hand pulled her away. Two Eyed growling and brandishing a switch blade. “Don’t you dare come any closer!”

Fire looked up at him. He had switched faces at one point. Putting on something with three eyes.

“Wha-“

“Don’t let her trick you. These are metal threads. I use them all the time. Your fire is likely why they are glowing. And why they aren’t burning like the regular stuff.”

“Metal thr- No they’re ghosts!”

Two eyed twisted around, slashing at one of her friends.

“L-listen I kn-know you don’t like me, but this is a tr-trick.”

Fire shook her head.

“It is. We n-need to f-find the others”

“How do I know that you aren’t lying” Fire growled, tearing herself away.

He stared at her before holding out his hand. “Wh-what seems more likely. M-Me tr-tricking you? Or th-the B-Beldam trying to kill you w-with d-dead k-kids th-that you used to know”

Fire froze, looking into the chilling ‘green’ of his mask.

Cautiously, she slipped her hand into his. “I… I d-don’t want to die”

Two eyed nodded, pulling her forward.

She heard the ghosts howled as they ran through them.

“You let us die!”

“Why do you hate us!”

“Come back!”

Two eyed led the way, twisting and turning as they moved farther and father away from the ghosts of her old family.

Away from the memory of that night.

Away from her guilt.

It was a relief for both of them when they made it to a door. White light shining underneath it. A sign that they had beat the Beldam’s nightmare.

Fire took a deep breath, collecting herself. “Hey… Wybie”

Two eyed turned around. His hand on the doorknob.

“If you tell anyone I cried I will wrap you up in metal threads and set you on fire”

She couldn’t tell if he paled or not underneath his mask, but she liked to think that he did.

“Now come on. The others are likely doing something stupid.”

Without waiting on his response, she yanked the door open.

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Mabel’s hands went through her brother’s chest.

“Mabel?” Goggles said behind her.

Dipper made a keep quiet gesture. “Everything is ok Goggles.” He stepped around her, leaving strings on her hands.

Mabel stared at them. Not listening to the boys behind her.

Wait does this mean? Mabel walked over to Whisper.

With the boy’s attention on the other two, Mabel reached out, booping the boy.

Whisper jumped, his black buttons focusing on her.

“Mabel?” Goggles asked.

Mabel looked up.

“Goggles…” Thoughts started to fit together.

“Mabel, I think we should wait for the others.” Goggles said. Behind him Dipper stood awkwardly.

Goggles continued. “If you found the room then the others will find it too so-“

“I’m not staying.” Mabel whispered.

Whisper looked up at her.

“Mabel be reasonable. Coraline and Fire will-“ Goggles argued.

“I’m not staying!”

“Mabel you’re being selfish!” Goggles yelled.

She shut up.

“Mabel?” Whisper asked.

“And what are you” Mabel said, growing louder with each word. “What are you Goggles”

“I’m your brother.”

“Prove it! Prove that you’re not just some trick like the last world!”

Goggles walked forward, grabbing her hand. “See Mabel I’m not a trick”

“Goggl-“

A hand slapped her stomach.

She looked down at Whisper’s arm.

“You’re lying. You- you’ve been lying.” Whisper proclaimed.

Mabel looked at Goggles, finding the fake boy’s stomach impaled by Whisper’s hand.

Whisper pulled, taking a knot of thread out.

“You little!” Other Goggles yelled. The boy threw up his hand, ready to punch Whisper.

Other Dipper tackled Goggles. “Mabel run!”

Whisper grabbed her hand, pulling her forward.

“Don’t you dare!”

She didn’t resist.

“Don’t let them get away!” She heard Other Goggles yell.

They ran through the mountains of junk, clutching each other’s hands like a lifeline.

Other Fire stepped in front of their path and Whisper slowed.

Mabel without hesitating, jerked the boy’s arm. Pulling him up the wall of boxes.

Other Fire screamed, extending her cloth arm, wrapping around Mabel’s leg. Yanking her down.

“Mabel!” Whisper yelled as Other Mabel appeared at the end of the hallway, blocking them in.

Mabel kicked at the arm holding her. “Whisper run!”

“Not without you!”

“I’ll be-“ Mabel started.

“Leave my sister alone!” Other Dipper screamed from below them, right as Other Fire lost her grip. Mabel took the opportunity. Scrambling up the boxes as fast as she could.

“Come on!” Whisper yelled, moving forward.

The room trembled, and they lost their footing.

“Whisper!” She called, glancing around desperately.

“Over here!”

Whisper clutched the edge of the boxes, dangling above the floorboards.

Mabel ran over helping him up.

Below them, the floor started unraveling.

Throwing herself back, she pulled the boy up.

“Go! Go!” she yelled pushing him.

The floor was completely gone now, leaving a white void of space. The only thing keeping them from their doom was the narrow wall of boxes under their feet.

“Get them!” Coraline’s distorted voice came behind them.

“There’s the mirror!” Whisper yelled.

The mirror stood on the last few floorboards. Floating farther and farther away.

“We- We aren’t going to make it!”

“Oh yes we will!” Mabel yelled. Putting on a burst of speed, she grabbed his hand.

The end of the boxes coming closer and closer with each step.

“You’re Mine!” Other Coraline screamed.

Mabel leapt off the wall, feeling the puppet grab the tips of her hair.

“No!” Her brother’s voice screamed.

And the puppet’s hand was gone.

The two kids hit the floor boards.

“Mabel come on!” Whisper helped her up, running for the mirror.

Mabel followed, glancing back.

Other Dipper stood on the wall of boxes, giving her a thumbs up, as the room fell apart around him. ——————————————————————————————————– ——————————————————————————————————– I have a goal to finishes this before October!

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