Before we start this opening intro, I wanted to say that I'm really sorry for the lack of updates but I'm grateful for you guys' follows, favs, and reviews of my story Guilty as Charged, it means a lot to me!
I've been pretty much busy with my studies because I am very committed to my school education! But for the good news, I have been also brainstorming ideas I want to upload to fanfiction! So, I can't wait for that!
Please be very patient for waiting on updates, I can't exactly promise I'll edit brand new chapters once a week like you amazing writers out there, also I'm going to find a pattern of when to upload new chapters because I haven't decided yet, so I'll tell you guys when I figure it out.
Now I hope you enjoy this one! But be WARNED! I've just learnt about this game THIS year! Therefore, sorry if the characters seem too OOC.
All characters belong to Valve
Meet the Team
-Metal Shop Teacher aka Heavy-
"Machines,"
The large hulking Russian spoke with passion in front of his class.
"Brings power to you and fear to your enemies."
Out of all the teachers he was shown as the tallest, strongest, most menacing.
"In battle it's your only chance to survive. That is why you're in this class."
He was equally rough like the Soldier.
"Leetle men like you need to learn how to build small before big. So, build chairs while I take break. Do NOT touch Sasha!"
He pointed to his custom-built minigun laying on his wooden desk before walking out of the classroom.
Rumors have it that he killed a giant grizzly bear with his bare hands. The idea is not off but none of the students wanted to ask and get the full description that he would happily say. But little did they know underneath the facade he was actually gentle and caring.
He walked out to the school's parking lot. The hot breeze hitting his face, the sand dancing in the air as he walks with powerful strides.
"Engie!" Heavy yelled out to the man who was fixing a school bus. The man's legs visible yet his upper waist was underneath the bus.
The man crawled out with a grunt and is covered in oil stains.
"Howdy Heavy." He greeted with a smile
Heavy sat down on a near bench and the Engineer decided to sit next to him.
"Why aren't you in charge?"
"Pardon?" The Engineer asked in confusion
"Of metal shop." The Russian man cleared out.
"Well, it could be because I decided to not sign up for it." He simply answered.
Heavy had thought that the Engineer wanted to teach kids on how to make and build mechanical metal things, but he won't judge about it.
After their friendly chat he went back to his class.
The kids were welding and melting with a lot of focus more so than usual which confused Heavy until he saw his minigun.
"WHO TOUCHED SASCHA!"
-The Office Secretary aka Demoman-
The students of Teufort's all boys school would avoid the black Scottish when he's drunk, which basically means most of the time.
"Let me tell you this lad! The day how I almost lost me head when fightin the Linton Worm!" Demoman proclaimed to the frightened young boy that was sadly stopped when entering through the front door.
"It came right at me boot I slashed it with me ol' knight sword!" Tavish bellowed with excitement. Everybody just reckoned that he was drunk in his fantasy blurting out made belief myths. "I blocked its attack as it got clooser to me! I tried me hardes' to escape ye wouldn' believe-"
"Excuse me Mister DeGroot?" a voice interrupted him. Demo looked up to a familiar face.
"Ay, how ye daein lass!" He smiled to her.
Pauling smiled back "I'm doing well but all classes are going to start in five minutes so if you would let the boy go?" she gestured to the student awkwardly standing.
"Yer right, thank ye faer listenin lad!" He turned to face him, but the kid already dashed off before anybody could speak. Well that was awkward.
"Well I need to get back to my office." Miss Pauling stated then walked off.
"See ye later!" Bidding farewell before settling comfortably into his chair falling asleep with his feet planted on top of the counter.
-The School Bus driver aka Engineer-
On an early school morning all students and teachers would have all felt annoyed and cranky however the bus driver had not seemed to be affected this particular morning. Whistling to a tune in his mind he looked straight ahead and continued to deliver the chattering adolescent boys to school.
Teufort was a small run-old town that's been in-controlled by a sketchy major who 6 years ago had declared a change in the educational system, allowing an existence of an all-boys school. It puzzled the whole community, but they did not speak up to it for fear of potential execution. Dell had found the idea to be quite a revelation but also treated it as if it really didn't mean much. Why an all-boys school? He wouldn't have a damn clue.
As a bus driver he didn't sign up to teach the kids, even if he did he wouldn't be sure if they wanted to learn how to drive or clean a school bus. Although he has many PhDs in mechanics he wanted to take his life to something more simpler, wishing the students a great day at school and spending most of his free time playing his guitar while singing his favorite song that his dad taught him long before Dell resided into Teufort, or he would find a teacher not on duty to hang out with, which occasionally would be Soldier and Demo, seldom Sniper who is not at all busy if you ask Engie.
Life's been great so far for this Texan, for now.
-The French Teacher aka Spy-
Incompetence! Absolute INCOMPETENCE!
The words ringing on and on through Spy's head, his gloved hand massaging his exasperated face while he listened to one of his ignorant French pupils struggled with saying the name of the French town Rouen.
"R-roin? No ah...Roan.." the French student stuttered out, trying his hardest to remember how to pronounce the name.
The Spy huffed out a displeased sigh and faced the boy.
"IT IS ROUEN! WE 'AVE BEEN THROUGH ZIS FOR THREE DAYS HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW!" he spatted out.
French class was definitely not the most favorable class in the school more so because of the teacher. Spy was never easy with them when it came to mispronouncing French vocabulary.
***Recess***
Finally, it was recess! The Spy gave a mental sigh of relief, exiting the classroom faster than his French class. He needed a break away from them before his head exploded in rage. Plopping down on the bench next to the Medic's infirmary, hoping to ask him for a pain reliever to mend his headache as soon as he'd recovered enough energy to do so. However, the man that appeared to him was not who he wanted.
"Spy?"
He looked up and was greeted by a face hidden underneath a helmet. He rolled his eyes and groaned in pain knowing his headache will grow, since the Soldier has no idea the difference between an indoor and outdoor voice.
"Are you sick?" "Did you lose your voice?" "ANSWER ME!" The loud and proud American questioned after every silence he received.
"I'M FINE!" Spy begrudgingly replied only wanting a moment of peace and quiet. 'Maybe I should've went outside' he thought.
"DON'T GIVE ME YOUR SASS TRAITOR!" Soldier ordered, traitor was one of the given "nicknames" for Spy who did not seem to mind. "What has gotten you mad more than usual?! Was it the private?!" His voice volume lowered down just a tad bit, thankfully for Spy.
Spy contemplated for a moment about telling his distress to...well anybody. The bench shifted beneath him, glancing to his side he saw Soldier sitting at the unoccupied side, ready to listen? Spy turned his attention to the infirmary hearing a muffled conversation. 'I am already regretting zis.'
"Mon classe is very inept. You've got ze easier job!" Spy stated frustratingly.
"I would argue with that! These maggots should be called cockroaches, anywhere they are or whatever they do just ends up in a mess!" For once he actually agreed with him, must be the headache. Abruptly Soldier stood up and jogged off.
"GET BETTER FRENCHIE!" he yelled out. The hall was silence once again and Spy just felt confused over the conversation, they rarely talked.
The infirmary's door opened with Demoman exiting "Guidbye Medic, Thank ye for me eye check!"
"Your velcome. Ah, Spy vat brings you here?" the German asked when seeing the awaiting French man. "I am in need of some pain relievers." Spy responded, Medic nodded understandingly and left the door opened for Spy to retrieve the meds.
***End of Recess***
-The Art Teacher aka Pyro-
Dropping the carving knife down back onto the worktable the art teacher finally showed their wooden sculpture that accurately resembled a rabbit. They mumbled through their mask explaining the task to the teenagers. The class understood, at least some of them did, since Pyro's voice was muffled which prevented the far back to hear clearly. So, they went over to the students at the back and explained the instructions again. Once all of the class were carving their wood Pyro decided to sit back down and observe the art room. They liked art a lot, mostly ones that's got to do with fire, however that's not what they do see. In their mind they see bubbles, rainbows and occasionally a balloonicorn galloping in the background.
Not everybody understands Pyro, whether because of the mask or their mental health state. Even the pyromaniac's friends were frightened of them, what cruel and inhuman thoughts may lie within Pyro's mind. Nevertheless, after many years of getting to know the masked enigma it seemed that the staff and pupils of Teufort had accepted them for who they are. Once they all had even grew a bit of sympathy for Pyro who was forced to extinguish a fire in the home ec room and felt depressed about it.
Nobody knew what the Pyro's gender was (if they even had a gender?). But didn't want to risk the chances of provoking Pyro's insanity.
Back to reality, Pyro noticed something flying in from a window. It was a pigeon. In their mind they happily tried to give the chirping bird a lollipop that playfully tried to avoid it, however in reality the pigeon was trying to escape for its life from the dangerous swings of Pyro's axe! They were attacking the bird. The art class noticed the action and decided not to intervene for fear of being chopped themselves.
-The Hall Monitor aka Soldier-
"Morning Miss Pauling!" He saluted with respect
"Good Morning mister Doe." She replied while balancing a tower of schoolbooks, she walked off to her office.
The Soldier took all his assigned jobs seriously even it is just being a hall monitor. But some may say he takes his job too seriously.
"GET BACK HERE YOU WEASELS!" He yelled to two boys that ran past him in the hallway.
The boys halted, almost stumbled on their feet, then turned slowly to face punishment.
"DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME FORTY PUSH-UPS!" He commanded shoving the two rulebreakers to the floor. They obeyed in defeat not wanting to push it to 80 push-ups.
"FASTER! I CAN'T SEE YOU MAGGOTS SWEAT!" Another order shouted out.
Later that day. Soldier decided to pay Scout's class a visit, to make sure the gym teacher was doing his job right. Opening the unlocked doors, he saw that the class had chosen to jog, the teacher running faster than his students whom are struggling to catch up. This strategy of teaching is not going to work.
"PRIVATE COME OVER HERE!" Scout stopped in his tracks and jogged over to the visitor.
"What do ya want?"
"Your class is not trying hard enough! Are you going soft on them?!"
"No, I'm not! Don't tell me what to do with my class! Last time I checked you're not a teacha!" Scout retorted the last statement in self-righteousness. Without a word Soldier turned around to face the exhausted teenagers, half of them were lying on the floor while the other were chatting. "ALRIGHT ALL OF YOU DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME FIFTY!" Their heads whipped up in bewilderment. "NOW! GO! MOVE!" They all dropped to the floor and started the exercise. Scout had quite the unreadable expression, it was either between the mix of anger, offense or shock. "That includes you too!" Turning around using his full height to cower the Bostonian.
"No way! I ain't gonna do dat!" He protested but was forced down to his knees. "LISTEN SON I GAVE YOU AN ORDER SO YOU BETTER DO IT!" The Scout sighed in frustration but surprisingly got on his hands and started the push-up. 'I'm goin' to get him for this!' he vowed in vengeance.
-The Security Guard aka Sniper-
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*thwack!*
A dart shot onto a dartboard hanging by a wall. Though the aim landed at the center, boredom filled the Sniper's expression, he's been surveying the security cameras and playing darts by himself for 5 hours (excluding toilet breaks), in the stuffy dim lighted security room. The only light that was present was the computer screens that oversees all rooms and halls, except for the bathrooms. Having a job that's in no need of actual work is a bliss to many but the Sniper wanted some action, watching computer screens for 4 years is by far repetitive.
He stretched his hand to flick a Saxton Hale bobble head.
"Boom, Headshot." He flatly remarked.
Luckily for him, when lunch time came a fight ensued in the cafeteria. "Finally, somethin' ta do!" A couple of weeks ago he made a deal with the Principal that if any fights arises anywhere in the school then he has the permission to help stop it. He got up on his feet, giving a couple of stretches to his limbs before exiting the room.
When he arrived, he saw the fight seemed to have brought a crowd cheering for whichever of the two fighting boys would win in the brawl however it was going to be neither now that he's here.
"Alroight! Show's over!" He yelled out while finding his way to the center of the fight.
Most of the teenagers retreated but the fight was still ongoing. "Knock it off ya Bogans!" Separating the boys with his thin arms, the Sniper was stronger than he seemed even with the skinny frame. He dragged the boys to Principal Helen's office. The journey was quiet and quick, the two troublemakers were giving each other hateful glares but Sniper just ignored it, it was none of his business. 'Think oi' give moi' parents a call.' he thought to himself heading down to a payphone.
-The School Doctor aka Medic-
"Hold still!"
The injured boy winced as Medic dabbed the gash.
After the issue was resolved he walked over to his work desk grabbing some bird seeds from a nearby seed bag and fed it to his pet dove. The bird cooed with joy as it ate from the Medic's palm. Medic smiled with content glad that his friend was feeling better. "I am glad you are feeling vell again Archimedes after last week vith your sickness!" Archimedes cooed back in response as if to reply, 'Yeah me too!'
He sat down near an opened cabinet of supplies and started polishing his medical equipment which has become quite an irritating habit.
There came a knock on the door, by the strength put into the knock he could tell it wasn't Heavy, Soldier or Scout. "Come in door's opened." he answered not taking his eyes away from cleaning his syringes with a sterilized cloth.
Miss Pauling entered the room with some folders in her arms. "Hi Medic, hope I'm not interrupting anything?"
"Hello Fräulein Pauling, nein problem. Vat is it zat you need?"
She sat down on an unoccupied chair next to the German, she rummaged through her folders and grasped out a paper showing a large scale chart diagram.
"The percentage of the students' violence has risen a lot this year." She pointed to the rising lines before giving it to the doctor. "I'll like to get some of you guys' opinions on how to resolve this matter."
The Medic gave a cackle of amusement with his signature mad grin. "Vy stop zis?"
"What do you mean? The fights have been growing in school nonstop, it's not allowed." She questioned.
"Becuz zen I have somesing fun to do zan writing all day."
"You just like to see the kids in pain, don't you?"
"Ja."
-The Physical Education Teacher aka Scout-
Showing off from the Gym teacher is an understatement.
"C'mon boys! You guys can do WAY better!" Scout taunted with glee as he watched his class failing to catch up to his fast pace. In his mind he's all this and all that! But his friends can see right through his act whether he liked it or not, he did not like it. However, that doesn't stop his ego from growing.
In fact, it wasn't long ago when he'd beat up a robber and felt pretty smug.
~The theft in Scout's POV~
I had never back down on a fight and this guy was just asking for it.
I swear to god it wasn't my fault! I was mindin' my own business exitin' the convenience store then that asshole stole my soder! Ha! He messed with the wrong guy! He should've messed with someone that can't out run 'im. He ran to the end of da street to Teufort's alleyway, but I knew a short cut! Not that I needed it. He was a real douche bag thinkin' he was safe an' decided to take a break by poppin' a Bonk! soder from the pack! Yep..definitely askin' for a beatin'.
"Yo, what's up?" I called out close behind him looking chill an' cool while da robber was shocked.
"Uh sorry man can we talk this out?!" He walked slowly away forgetting the drink, he was starin' at my silver baseball bat in fear...what a wuss.
"Ya wanna talk?! Here, talk face-ta-face with my bat!" I remarked before strikin' his face. I mean do you even know who you're talkin' to?
He tried to scramble off but I wasn' done! Does this trash town have any idea who I am? Basically, kind of a big deal!
I whacked him in the gut an' his chin, while exclaiming Boink and Bonk! What can I say, I'm a force a' nature!
The wimp collapsed on the floor tryin' to escape...I would've just watched, sure was entertainin' but I've decided to put 'im out of his misery. Ergo I ran up the side of the alley's brick wall, jumped off and slammed da aluminum bat into his head. "WOOO!" I hollered with joy before walkin' to my packet of Bonk! Atomic Punch, not his. I walked over to inspect the unconscious thief while drinking the already opened untouched soder. I actually felt really happy for 'im! Cuz if he were from where I was from, he'd be fuckin' dead!
~End of memory~
-The Vice Principal aka Miss Pauling-
"You're free to go." Principal Helen dismissed with a stern yet elegant voice.
"Yes, Principal Helen." Pauling replied, walking out the spacious cold room. The windows' blinds were closed which made the discussion feel more of an interrogation but even if they were out on a sunny day the atmosphere still would've been tense because anything the old chain smoker talks about always seem to leave people on edge, but Pauling has been used to it for a long time, in fact it would've been out of place if Helen wasn't relentless.
Despite having to deal with being the vice principal of the school, she also had to deal with the teachers who have come to be her somewhat friends.
The friends she considered enjoyable to socialize with are Sniper, Medic, Heavy, and Pyro.
The friends she gave at least a bit of respect are Soldier, Demoman, Engineer, and Spy.
Unfortunately, if Scout wasn't so persistent on trying to flirt and impress her. Maybe, just maybe she would've come to at least respect him. But it felt utterly impossible! Every time he blabbered on how cool he is she just wants to duct tape his mouth shut!
Looking after herself was not a priority so she felt blessed to have youthful hair and exquisite turquoise eyes.
Besides her love of working all day and night with problems concerned with the school she also enjoys taking her gun training course program, you never know when you'd need a pistol ready for self-defense or fun!
Is Miss Pauling's eye color turquoise, teal or aqua? Because I'm not sure!
Some of the Heavy, Scout and Sniper's introduction lines belong to Valve's TF2 Meet the Team videos. However, the situations are mine.
I'm not that familiar with the look and history of Teufort sorry! Also, would Teufort schools have recess? I have no idea, but I decided they should since they live in the desert, the teenagers would probably want some breaks to drink water? Still wondering if that was a good choice...
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! If you enjoy this story, please leave a review and let me know! Thanks for reading!