They all look at you. And just stared. You did the same. You blinked twice. You ran to get something. And came back with a glass tank. You had that when you had your pet lizard. He died. And you buried him in your backyard. And had stone on top his grave with his name written on it.

You gently poured the nine little men in it. And put the box down. The nine talk amongst themselves so you don't hear. You look at them and slightly smile,"You guys... Are so... Adorable!"You say.

They all give you a confused look. You reach your hand in and they immediately back away.

"How is it even possible for grown men to be this small?"You ask. Picking up one with a baseball cap, big headphones, a red t-shirt, trousers, and sneakers. He holds a silver base ball bat. You picked him up by his shirt. He flares his legs and arms all over the place.

"Let me go! Let me go!"He yells. He had a Boston accent.

"Awe! You're even cuter when you flail your arms!"You say. He gives you a look and stopped flailing. Hanging by shirt, you gently put him back down. He dusts himself off and walks to the other side of the tank.

"Awwwwwwwe!"You couldn't control your happiness as you used your fingertip to gently and carefully pet a man's yellow hard hat. He wore goggles, a red shirt worn under suspenders, one yellow gloved hand, and boots. He held a wrench. He looks at you confusingly as you petted his head.

"What are you doing?"He asks with his Texan accent.

"Awe! You have a western accent? That's so cute!"You say.

Now they were all confused.

"For grown men, you guys are adorable as hell as little men!"You say.

"Uuuuhhhh...."Was all they could say. Even for small men, you could hear their stomachs growl.

You give them a confused look,"You guys hungry? Don't worry. Be right back. Don't go anywhere~!"You say cheerfully as you walked away going into your kitchen to find something to eat.

As you left, they all looked frantically for an escape.

"Men! I say we stack each on our shoulders and climb up to the top!"Says a man with a helmet on that covered only up to his eyes. He wore a red uniform, and had a missal launcher. They all agree. They all stacked up. With their biggest one on top.

"Gah! Why did Heavy have to be on top!"Says a man with a Scottish accent since he was on the bottom. He felt like he was about to be crushed. He had an eye patch, a heavy black, vest yellow cylinder looking bombs strapped to the sides, a black hat, and a beard. He had a sticky bomb launcher.

"Okay! I'm coming back!"You say with food in your arms. They all panic and fall back. All tumbling to the ground.

You come back and see them sprawled out in the tank. You cock your head to the side in confusion then shrug.

"I got food. I don't know what you guys like soooo.... I brought food that might be your taste..."You say. You take out a sandwich. And place it in the tank.

You take out a notepad and jotted things down.

They look at the sandwich. And their stomach growls more. You smile,"Seems like that you find this sandwich tasty."You say,"Go on. Eat. Plenty more where that came from."You say.

They immediately go for the sandwich. You smile resting your chin on the table as you looked through the glass.

"Guess they like sandwiches..."You say. They finished and they all looked full since it was just a sandwich. And they were small. So it was understandable.

You giggle. Putting the rest of the food back and coming back.

"What's your guys' names?"You ask.

"The name's Scout."Says the man you picked up.

"Engineer."Says the one you petted.

"My name is Demoman."Says the one with the eyepatch.

"Heavy is my name."Says the big one.

"Soldier! Ready for duty!"Says the one with the helmet and he saluted.

"My name iz Medic."Say one. He had a German accent. Circle glasses. Black hair. A lab coat with dress shirt under it and a red tie.

"Murgh mmpgh Pryogphm! (My name is Pyro!)"Says another man. You couldn't understand him since he wore a gas mask over his head. A red containment looking suit that covered his whole body. Black boots and black gloves. He had a flamethrower.

You couldn't understand him and give him a confused look.

"Hoise name is Pryo. My name is Snipah, sheila."Says a man who had an Australian accent. He had a fedora. Yellow reflecting sun glasses. A red shirt. Brown leather vest. A satchel strapped around his waist. He had a Snipers rifle.

"I am Spy, madame."Says the last one with a French accent. He had a red balaclava on. A red suit with slightly faded light red on it. Dress shoes. And had a cigar hanging from his mouth.

You smile,"Well it's nice to meet you all."

"What's your name?"Asks Demoman. They all look up at you.

"The name's (Y/n). (F/n) (L/n)."You say.

"Vell, fräulein (Y/n). Vee just vant to say...  Danke for taking us in. Vee fery much appreciate it."Says Medic.

"Awe. You're welcome, guys. I mean, look at you guys! You nine are just so adorable!"You say.

They all look away. Slight blushes concerning their faces.

You smile and giggle. And the ten of you talked for the rest of day.