Team Fortress Two : The Tenth Class

First Quarrel

Medic: Your situation vas a complicated one, to start, when I said heavy carried in your corpse, I meant it. You were dead! Arms were blown off, legs smashed thin like paper. Your head vas split open like a walnut. Honestly, you looked like you were eaten by wolves! So when I saw such a prime specimen, I couldn't resist. I wanted to piss off zhe medical world and reanimate another body, but this time it wasn't a bullet wound I had to fix. It was like playing Jenga with your bones and twister with your organs, it vas horrifying. But I did it! I succeeded where no mortal man could! You're alive!

Medic proceeds to laugh uncontrollably, until the Engi punches his shoulder, knocking him out of his craze.

Medic: Gah, Vhat vas zat for! Anyways, you are not 'you' per se, but rather ten or so people mushed and mashed together to make a...ah! A Frankenstein!

Heavy this time punches his shoulder, accidentally sending him to the floor. Being the over-protective giant he is, he regrets this decision and helps the medic up. Engi seems startled, but not by Medic. He seems to be staring outside.

(Y/N): Hey Engi, you good?

This seems to be enough to snap him out of his trance temporarily.

Engi: Yeah, yeah. I'm alright, just thought I saw an intruder.

This set off an alarm or two. Firstly, who would be stupid enough to invade this place, Secondly, are the 'enemy' here, specifically a Spy? Before you could properly ponder these thoughts, Engi pushed passed you, and walked to the opened door, which you were sure the heavy had closed. and closed it.

Engi: Boys! we got ourselves some uninvited guests!

Heavy had pulled out a pair of Brass knuckles and put them on, Medic had equipped a crossbow, and the Sniper and exited his van with a compact SMG and a jar of ... piss. Engi, with his wrench grabbed off a workbench, walked next to the rest of the group. Seeing the severity of the situation, you pulled out your shotgun, getting ready for a fight. Only a few seconds had passed, but it honestly felt like hours, four mercs and a dead man walking in a defensive circle. Suddenly a gas can was knocked over, instantly Sniper and Medic fired their respective weapons at the general location. The sound of chipping concrete, splintering wood, and dinging could be heard. Moments later a loud metal thud could be heard, followed by a blu bot spy uncloaking in front of the group.

Sniper: I think it's time to move inside.

Heavy: I agree.

You were sitting on the couch in the living room, playing around with Pyro, while the rest of the mercs were having a "team meeting" inside the Medical Room. You say team meeting, but it was just a bunch of incoherent screeching and yelling, silence, followed by more yelling. They have been in there for almost two hours.

(Y/N): Y'know Pyro, I know all about all of you. I come from a different world, no universe, where you guys and your entire lives are just a video game and comics.

Truth be told, after an hour of thinking, you had concluded that in telling the mercs your true origins, you all may have a better time working together, that or death. 50/50. You had been talking with the Pyro for about 45 minutes hyping yourself up.

???: Da hell?

You spin yourself around to see the entirety of the TF2 team standing behind you. With Scout being the culprit for ratting the group out.

(Y/N): It's not what it looks like, It's a...uh... a novel concept I'm writing about?

Engi: Boy, don't lie, and be honest with me... How much do you know about us?

(Y/N): Uhm, Most of your real names, like Dell Cohnager and Mundy. Some of your history like the RED's and BLU's, I'm guessing you guys are currently fighting for Manco against Greyman right? What else, comics talked about Heavy fighting and killing guards in a gulag, and Medic lost his license by stela an archduke's skeleton. Shall I go on?

When you looked up you had seven guns pointed at your face, everyone but Pyro (still playing next to you) and Spy(currently dialing on a phone)

(Y/N): Calling Ms.Pauling?

Spy: As a matter of fact, yes I am. I will tell her that a spy has accessed our previous files, that the bots are infiltrating our defenses, and to have both gasoline and a base ready by the end of the week. You shall be killed, and thrown into a closet.

While these words definitely scared you, I mean how could they not, you had a scapegoat, something that isn't on any file. 

(Y/N): You have a son, don't you? One you never visited after you left? You dearly missed him, but couldn't visit because you took this job, as a mercenary. Then he became one too, and your world fell apart. You took this job 'cuz it paid well enough that your lover and son could live comfortably, then he joined a career that could kill him day one. And you had to kill 'him', over and over again.

Spy: At ease gentlemen. If he was a spy, there would be no conceivable way to learn that information.

The mercs lower their weapons, albeit with extreme hesitation. Spy proceeds to walk from the phone and sit next to you on the couch.

Spy: Well (Y/N), since you know so much about our past, how about some of our future?

(Y/N): Well I would help you, but to be entirely honest, some things just don't add up, the team was disbanded a while back, and it took Pauling a few weeks to round up the team, and even then both Engi and Medic were exempt. Engi was helping keep the administrator alive, and Medic was with the classic team right up to when the rest of the team invaded Greymann's base. But it seems as though you guys never separated at all.

Scout: Dat's cuz we haven't, not since RED and BLU joined against Grey!

(Y/N): Then the timeline is skewed, however, I do know most of your weapon's pros and cons, as well as your pros and cons. I also know what kind of bots Greymann has at his disposal. Question, when you kill these bots, do they just piles of cash?

Demo: Aye, they do, we use the cash to mostly buy groceries and keep the bases online, but we be overflowing with money.

(Y/N): Have you ever thought of using that money to "upgrade your weapons"? Like faster firing speed, more ammo cache, or clip size increase?

The mercs look at each other dumb-founded, how have they never thought of upgrading their weapons, just straight upgrades?

(Y/N): In your game, whenever you fight against the Grey-bots, you have an upgrade station, you could upgrade almost all your weapons with a variety of things. You could also upgrade yourself. Speed increase, damage resistance to bullets, fire, or explosives, jump height increase, health regen. For Engi, metal carry capacity increase and metal regen. With these upgrades and your endless arsenal, you could end this robot war within weeks, rather than months or years.

Engi: I'll see what I can do for most of our weapons, medic, think you can see about the body upgrades, as well as help me with the Mediguns?

Medic: Vhy of course, I'll start on the fleshy upgrades now, I'll use one of my "Frankensteins".

(Y/N): Cool, while you two do that, do the rest of you mind helping me out with training? I may have some badass weapons, but I got NO clue how to use them.