1 American Prologue
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Hello conscience, doing good? No? Well, neither am I, since all I see is an endless void. How the fuck I ended here? I was playing team fortress 2 when… oh. OH. I remember now!
As I said, I was playing team fortress 2 for the millionth time (Heh, love that game, rocket go brrrr) when a guy popped up out of nowhere with a pump-action shotgun and pushed the trigger on my face!
What the fuck!?? Why!?? I was just fifteen for god's sake!!!
Think, Joe, think!
Why would a random guy kill me? I was literally a common JOE (Ha! Comedy, that's my name) and never really got into fights, except Karens. Fuck them. Then why?
Hmm… Let's go deeper then. I'm an orphan after my dad left my mom and she died during childbirth and was raised by the good lady in the orphanage, was the cool and big brother of everyone there. I matured a bit earlier so I was responsible for them. Okay, nothing here.
I'm an American and an excellent patriot role model. Maybe a bit overly patriot… No! Heretic thoughts go away! America is always first!
"*Cough*… Let's continue. I got hooked on a game called team fortress 2, no, it was more than a game, it was a lifestyle!
That game brought him true joy! The awesome plays he pulled as a soldier, the greatest and americanest (shut up grammar!) character of all game! The mastery acquired after months, years, playing only him, committing every play to muscle memory. The farm for loot, the taunts, the achievements, the memes, the sadness when rick may the soldier voice actor died of covid…
He did it all, and then redid it over and over…
Before he knew he even started behaving as the soldier, and he never felt so free, and he was born in the land of freedom so that's something. [0]
But then again…why?
Let's see… Born in America, orphan, American patriot, TF2 soldier, American character…
Eureka! The answer was so obvious! America!
What happens every now and again in the U.S.A? That's right, mass shooting!
Probably that maggot started a mass shooting inside my building, and I was caught from behind! No homo!
Well, that's shit. But I guess I can say I died as a true American.
What now? Where am I? Why am I here and not in heaven? I was a good boy come on!
Suddenly I started to feel drowsy and weak as if I didn't eat lunch and went to play anyway… I felt myself fading, I was so scared… would I disappear? I struggled but it was futile. I did not want to die, to disappear. I still had so much to do, how could I die, when I barely even lived? I felt like crying but had no body to do so, I could only panic as I slowly faded… until there was nothing but black.
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Today was the day. The day I'm going to see my son.
My… lover? Hook up? Was already at labor I had to arrive there ASAP!
I passed all red lights on my way to the hospital like a madman and the police went after me, should have thought about that, but who thinks stuff like these when your son is going to be born?
"SIR! STOP THE CAR, NOW!"
"MY SON IS GONNA BE BORN! ARREST ME LATER!"
Looking in the rear-view the policeman in the car looked confused, to talk with the other man in the car, and start to speed up in front of me. I would start to accelerate more, but…
"We will open the way! Tell us the hospital!" God, I love America.
The journey, or more like race, to the hospital was smooth from there on, when I got out of the car the officers even congratulated me. I'm gonna invite them for a barbecue for sure. But that's for later. Now, where is my small soldier?
"Excuse me, my son is being born! Where is Ms.-"
"Ah! She is in the XX room on the second floor, turn to your first right." She answered in hurry, good.
Like a missile on a mission I arrived and pressed the elevator button, but as I see it was all the way to the 8th floor, not fast enough. The stairs it is.
Using the full extent of my enhanced body I ran to the second floor in a second. And after some doors there she was. It was not a good vision, not even close, just like any childbirth is. God, he would need some bleach after this.
"Sir! Who are you? This is a private-" "I'm the father."
The nurse stopped and just stood there, frozen. I may have been a little intense in my answer. I forget my build can be quite intimidating. I'm a close 6.6 feet after all. (2 meters).
I was interrupted again but this time by a sharp yell, and then a baby cry. I was just in time.
There I saw him, my son. For a baby, he was big, just like my or rather, our family.
"The birth was successful, and the baby is okay. Congratulations." The doctor picked some blood samples for the tests and left the nurse to take care of the baby.
"Took you long enough, …., Thought you disappear just like last time." The mother said between gasps for air.
"That was an accident, It was never meant to-" "Shut up! Just shut up."
Sigh… She's been trouble since the beginning.
I went to Japan to meet the most American Japanese and the world's top hero, All Might. After the expo I went to a bar and met her, and being the bombshell she was of course I invited her to join me. What should be just a hook-up turned into pregnancy, but by that time I was already in the United States.
How would I know? She could have taken a pill and-
"Here is your baby madam. Congratulations!" The nurse gave the baby to her and got out of the room.
She looked towards the baby, and it couldn't be more obvious how 'excited' she was about having a baby. To both our surprise, the baby opened his eyes. His eyes a glowing blue, clearly from his mother.
I could see them staring at each other, but I didn't want the first memory of my boy being of a woman in a mid-life crisis, so I took him and gave him my best smile.
"Welcome to America, son!" I could see him staring at me with such intelligence, a spark of conscience in his eyes. He was a bright one, how blessed he could be?
He closes his eyes and slept like a log. Adorable. I wished this moment could last forever.
"*Ahem!* Now, I fulfilled my part of the deal. You take care of him, right?"
… I guess a poor's happiness is a short one. Wait, but I'm not poor!
"Couldn't you just wait a few more seconds? I was having a moment here."
"I don't care, I just want your answer, you will have him yes? I even went to your country to have him like you wanted." Damn straight, no way I would let my son not be born in America.
"Yes, I will. All the paperwork, everything, he is mine. You won't have to worry about your 'important career' anymore."
"Don't make me a villain, you were the one to put it in me with no protection and leaving the country right after, I'm the victim here." She scoffed in the bitchest way known to man.
"We both know who the real victim is here, and it's not us. But it doesn't matter now, you got what you wanted, I got what I wanted. May we never see each other again."
She said something but didn't care enough to listen. What was important was right in my arms.
The nurse came back, now with the documents which I filled, especially the rights of the baby being mine and only mine.
But now what was left was what any father wanted.
"Sir, what's the name of the baby?"
"Rick May, just like his grandfather." How much he wished he was here for this moment. [3]
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Cold, so cold. I woke up feeling as if Mount Everest decided to move to my house. And my LUNGS!! IT BUURRNNSSS!! I felt like somehow I breathe it in a grenade on fire, and it exploded in magma. [1]
Was this hell? What did I do to deserve it!?
My throat felt sore from all my screaming, and then I felt a hand. A massive hand grabbing me and put me in something, something cold and wet, and… start brushing my whole body? What is going on? [2]
The giant hand then covers me in a kind of blanket and hands me to another pair of giant hands. I tried to open my eyes but they felt so heavy, I struggled with all my might until I saw. I saw the prettiest woman in my life, like, super-model level beauty. Blue azure eyes looking at me, but they had no warmth in them, they felt confused, stressed, even fearful, and anger.
Before anything else happened another pair of hands grabbed me, and I saw a guy. No. A soldier. He had dark blue eyes, a strong, square jaw, trimmed beard, a military haircut, he wore a standard white shirt and military pants with a dog tag dangling from his neck and a body stuffed with muscles. He had such a confident, happy smile. I could almost taste his joy.
"Welcome to America, son!" (patriotism of his father at its finest, instead of saying the world)
And then it struck me. I had been reborn.
And this time, I had someone.
And…black again.
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Writing Notes:
[0] There is a physiological event where you look up to someone so much that you started to become him, in behavior, everything. Remember that mc was an orphan, and he had no real father nor mother figure. He instead looks up to the games he played, more specifically, the soldier. This virtual character for him is more than just a character, reality and virtually get mixed. And also, the MC to begin with had behavioral characteristics similar to the soldier, so it was like mixing meat with BBQ sauce, they had good chemistry.
[1] When babies are born they breathe for the first time, and if I'm not wrong it hurts as fuck since they never use it before, no wonder the baby cries like crazy, besides the process of getting out of a small hole and feeling cold for the first time ever in your life (a womb is a cozy place while the outside is the air-conditioner of the hospital). It's the ultimate reality check.
[2] They clean babies after birth, and I don't think they use warm water…
[3] Rick May is the voice actor of the soldier in TF2, and he died of covid. If I'm not wrong he had cancer and a bunch of other diseases yet he lived for a long time, but covid did it for him. R.I.P Rick May. "You were good, son. Real good. Maybe even the best."
Author Notes:
Uff… that took longer than I expected, what you guys think about this introduction?
I think my POV transitions were pretty smooth and clear, but I dunno, were any of you confused?
And more importantly. What can I do to improve it? I want this to be my masterpiece, so I value more editing than anything else. So did I mistype something, crappy transitions, confusing dialogue, tell me.
An important piece of information for anyone reading this fanfic:
The Protagonist is a 15-year-old, and his mentally is silly at times, or being rude, a dumbass, but a dumbass who gets things done.
His personality is based on all videos, voice lines, of the team fortress 2 soldier. And he will act like him naturally, both because of his love of the character and now, in this world, how he is going to be raised by his patriot and odd father straight from the military.
And about his mother… That's for the future.
Love interest(s)? Read to find out.
