Warriors of Generations: A Team Fortress 2 / Overwatch Crossover
I Do Not Own Anything
Team Fortress 2 Belongs to Valve
Overwatch belongs to Blizzard
The charecters in the first half of the chapter are canon and the other half is a jumble of OCs.
In a Victorian living room, a man wearing a goat skull with one eye, covered in a dress of some sort and a satchel on his side, sits in a red cushion chair, smoking a pipe.
"The tale that I am about to tell you is a tale of highest proportions. A tale of a bondship that stretches even beyond the rivers of time itself. A tale of true romance, drama, and lost translation of the masses!"
The man displayed the scene through the confetti and powder hidden in his sleeves.
"Ooh ooh ooh! Are there going to be ghosts and demons?"
"What?!"
Sitting across the storyteller, criss-crossed on the ground, was a shirtless man who was wearing shorts, shoes and a akubra hat lined with crocodile teeth. What was even noticeable about this man is that he has chest hair in the excat shape of the country of Australia.
"You know, some ghost and demons. Something to keep the adrenaline in high gear for the kiddies to enjoy"
Merasmus is annoyed by the man who interrupted his tale
"Who on this mortal earth do you think you are, interrupting my story?"
Why, haven't you heard of me, woman. I am the world-renowned Saxton Hale. And what you are doing sir is making up a tale meant for hippies!
FOOLISH MORTAL! HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT MERASMUS' TALE OF VALOR AND SUSPENSE WITH YOUR IDIOTIC AND VILE INTENTIONS. THERE ARE NO GHOSTS AND DEMONS IN THIS STORY, YOU BABBLING BRUTE!
Then what gives you the bloody right to tell stories in the first place, you panzy-looking hag?!
HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A HAG YOU INSOLENT AND BRAIN DEAD-
(WIZARD PUNCH)
Merasmus falls to the ground in a thud after being locked out by Saxton's most infamous punches. Saxton messages his hand after the punch.
"Sorry about that, Lads. She was about to bore our heads off with one of those sophisticated playwright crap. Please allow me to shock your minds with a more fitting story"
Saxton Hale sits on the chair, using merasmus' unconscious body as a ottoman, as Hale thinks of a proper story. "Now let's see….. well there was this time I wrestled a yeti in…. no…...there was that battle in the Amazon and….. no, no, no that's not exciting enough….oh well, there was this time where I almost lost my company to this old bag with this glowing thing on his- Oh wait! Here's a good story!
Year: 1850
A sudden and rather mysterious rainstorm descends on the dry soil of the drought-inflicted plains of the unkempt and arid regions of The Badlands. Set in the middle of nowhere in the state of New Mexico, this barren wasteland is a travesty to all of nature and to all of productions.
The conditions: dry as sandpaper.
The nature setting: What flowers?
Most importantly, The possibilities of a civilization being established here: What idiotic man whose brain is powered by a hamster wheel would even think of settling in this God-forsaken hellhole of a place?!
That is a question that is revolving in the mind of Zepheniah Nieodemus Mann as he is sitting in what would surely be his deathbed. After many years on the earth as the chief executive officer of a firearms manufacturing company, he was slowly reaching his divine appointment with the grim reaper himself. All that he wanted to do was to be back in his luscious estate back in Jolly old England, where he would be enjoying the spoils of his high life and wealth. There, he would be living like a king. But, nope, that was not going to happen. He just had to listen to his hollowhead offsprings of his about their proposition to expand his company to the new world, even buying the land reserved just for him. When they finally arrive at their destination, it was to his horrid surprise that this sons had nearly squandered all of his fortune on this empty and unforgiving dust bowl. Not only that, he has contracted nearly every disease known to man while coming from England to the U.S.A. He has caught putrid fever, bilious fever, blackwater fever, green fever and more diseases that were either extremely rare or had names that he could not even pronounce correctly. Thus, he is unable to return to England and now must die here in this similar, but small, rickety and deplorable mansion in the middle of nowhere.
As the thunder roared and the raindrops battered outside his bedroom window, he could not help to think that it was somehow, the storm was agreeing with him. Like it was truly visualizing his mood before his very brady and infected eyes. It was just rain, but it showed the bitterness and regret through the wind and the water drops. He looks up to the ceiling.
"Finally, something that we both agree on."
At the rainstorm continued its destructive tempest, a stout old man comes into Zephaniah's Bedroom. He has a very concerned look on his face. This man's name is Silas, who happens to be Zephaniah's very brother.
"What is it?" Zephaniah growls. "Can't you see I am trying to die in peace?!"
Silas swallows some saliva before he responds.
"Yes, I understand, brother. It's just that I needed to get away from those rambunctious nephews of mine. They are both causing a racket back there"
Zephaniah growled in disgust. "Ah, yes. Those two. They are always like that. Fighting over who is the favorite son and who will receive the best item. Stubborn badgers".
A wave of depression and anger washed over him as he remembered that as long as he was alive, he was still in existence with those two obtuse dunderheads that he is ashamed to call them his heirs. Why on earth, in all of the sons that he could have in the world, he had to be stuck with these two. Not to mention that he has a third son who had recently revealed himself from the shadows with a note threatening to take back what was rightfully "his". He did not remember him at first, but Zephaniah would not allow such a weak stranger that he never acknowledge as a member of his family to inherit his fortunes. And after what they did, he is definitely not going to leave his precious fortunes to those chowder headed sons of his. The only people that he new that he could trust in this corrupted world was his head-servant Elizabeth and his Australian wilderness expert Barnabus Hale. Everyone he knows wants a piece of his wealthiness, and it was his suspicion that his brother came in here for that very same reason.
Silas speaks up. "Dear brother, do you need anything at all? You pillow fluffed? Your daily dose of your huntsman's poppy medicine, or maybe you need your-"
"Silas, did you really come in here because of my "rambunctious" sons, or did you come here to pamper me at my time of sorrow, so that I may or may not include you in my will?"
Silas started to sweat at this point
"I...no?"
"This that a question or an answer?"
It was no use, Silas knew that even in illness, his brother could see right through him and know what he was truly thinking.
"Okay". Silas confessed. "I do admit that I was in intention of coming here to fulfill your deepest needs and I did have the thought of you writing down my name in you final testament of you life, but I really had to go to somewhere peaceful, escape the vulgarity of your sons".
Zephaniah showed no emotion.
"Silas, when was the last time that you have seen me?"
"When, our father, rest his soul, decided to give the leadership of his company to you?"
"Yes, that is correct, and have we been close ever since that day?"
There is a short between both of them
"No"
"Yes, Silas. And why's that?"
"Because I was jealous that father left you his inheritance and I was left with nothing"
"That is right, he did not give you anything because you were always indecisive and oblivious. I, on the other hand, knew what was need for leadership and knew how to fire someone. Our father was looking for a proper leader to run company and he chose my strong nature over your incompetence. He did not include you in his will, how do you think that I am not going to do the same?"
Silas knew that Zephaniah had his mind set, and there was no use of changing it.
"I understand, brother"
"Now I think we understand each other now and presume know will already know what will be in store for you once I finally leave this mortal world".
Silas looks down in shame.
"Now, if you would be so kind to leave so that I may live out the last minutes of my life in peace or am I asking too much from you?"
"Yes, brother"
Silas Mann leaves his brother's bedroom without another word, leaving Zephaniah all alone in his deathbed.
The whole room is in a current state silence, only Zephaniah is alone in the room. The thunderstorm claps outside with it's lighting spectacle briefly lighting up the room.
a large piece of skin falls off Zephaniah's arm and onto the bed.
"Ugh, Not again"
He looks glumly at the dead flap of skin lying on the bed for a while, seeing it as a piece of his being leaving him. He grabs another piece of skin from under his bed and looks at it for a long period of time as well. He kept it earlier just for his own purposes. He lays them both down on his own his bed and opens the drawer of the stand beside his bed. It is revealed that he has no paper left. The only thing that he has is a pen. He sneers at the pen, but then he realizes that he still has the pieces of skin on his bed. He held both the items in his hand and looked back and forth. He realized what he needed to do.
"!# $% it"
Meanwhile
Outside Zephaniah's room, Silas hastily makes his way to the exit with a bitter look on his face and a napkin on his mouth. It seems that he is in a state of distress as he leaves the mansion. He passes by the only people who are there for Zephaniah: Elizabeth, who is looking out the window having her daily smoke; Barnabas, who is wrestling with a rattlesnake that appeared out of nowhere; The Mayor of Teufort, who was there as a witness for the funeral and the will. Last and very least, the Mann Brothers, Redmond and Blutarch, having their daily conflict about who was going to have the best reward from their allying father.
"It all very plain and simple: it is obvious that I, Redmond Mann, is the most loved son of our dear father, so it is fair that I will receive the greatest reward of all.
"Like that is going to happen, I'm the one who thought of the ideas of bringing him here to this land of milk and honey!"
"You call this unsanitary dustbowl the land of milk and honey?! HA! I would not bring my own family to this denied acreage!"
"It was your idea too, you overgrown, googly-eyed baconfoot!"
"Oh, that is the last straw, let's settle this like gentlemen, man to man"
"Oh, it is officially declared, you weakling! Put em up so that I may cleave you to ribbons"
They soon started to go at it like it was a glorious fight to the death, but that was only going on in their minds. What they were really doing was that they were flapping their arms at each other. In the middle of their brawl, a door is bursted open everyone in the room freezes. It turns out it was the doctor who was looking after. The Mann brothers straightened themselves, but everyone else just kept going as they were before.
"My many apologies for coming so late, I would have come here sooner, but unfortunately, I was held back at a case back at the town of Teufort. The most horrid case of the mumps I have ever seen in my career. Also, my carriage was seeped into the mud, no thanks to this cursed thunderstorm brewing. Well, nevermind with my excuses, would someone please direct me to my patient?"
There was a short silence in the house
"I'm not sure if we wants to be disturbed at the moment" says the mayor
"I can't help you right now, doctor! I'm beginning to love this serpent's ghost chili!"
"Oh, I show you where to find our father is!" Blutarch chirped up
"No, I will show him where to go" Redmond cuts in
"Like you know how to navigate through this labyrinth, just like when you claimed to know that this land would be an advantage to our father's business"
"You want to start that again!?"
The Mann brothers just kept going at it again with their slapping fight. It is rather odd actually to see one man wrestling a snake and two younger men fighting each other like wimps. All of this going on in the same room. This was going to be a very long day for him.
Finally, after a minute of seeing the chaos ensue, Elizabeth finally stands up in response to the doctor's question. She points down to the direction of the hallway.
"You go down that hall and take a left, the last door at the end is his room."
"Thank you, Miss."
Elizabeth only replies back with a scoff and a smoke. The doctor, with a huge sigh of relief makes his way to Zephaniah's Room, leaving the chaos behind him.
After minutes of fighting, Barnabus Hale finally restrained the serpent by tying its body into a perfect sheepshank knot
"Well, I've had my fill of fighting juice for today, when do you suppose that doctor will come out with his diagnosis?"
"He just went it about two minutes ago." Elizabeth stated. "We can't really expect him to make a snappy response yet.
"Well excuse me, I love it when there is a little suspense"
The Mann brothers were still hand-fighting with each other, trying to see who is the best "Mann". Barnabus having enough of seeing this, went over to the brothers and picked them up by their collars.
"What is it with you two? You boys are like two yappin chihuahua's with a bad case of ants in the pants. With all of the conflict going on around you two, I wouldn't be surprised if your man had died already!"
Right after Barnabas said those words, the master bedroom door blasted open. The doctor comes out of the room with a grim look on his face as he shakes his head. The others all knew of what happened by his expression alone.
Elizabeth and Barnabas sighed in grief at their loss. The brothers just straightened themselves. They did not really care for their father, they just wanted his mortal fortune.
'Well, what a shame" Redmond stated
"Yes, what I very deep loss" Blutarch said
"When exactly did he pass?" Elizabeth asks.
"Not too long ago" the doctor stated. "He was constantly raving about how life was unfair to him until he choked to death on his own backwash"
The mayor rose up out of his chair
"Well, Did he leave any last wishes?"
"As a matter of fact, he did leave his final testimony on these two pieces of paper. It's very odd actually. I don't recall seeing this type of paper before. Very leathery and withered".
Barnabas comes up to observe the will
"Leathery you say?" Barnabas looks closely at the paper and his eyes widen in a shock
"By God, man. That paper is HUMAN FLESH!"
"Oh yes, so it is"
There is a short pause before Barnabas's words finally processes through the doctor's mind
"OH GOD!"
The doctor drops the flaps of skin with Zephaniah's final words printed on it on the dark mahogany pattern carpet.
Year: 2043
Location: Barack Hussein Obama II Memorial Hospital
A clipboard containing medical records and diagnosis topples to the floor with the pen.
"Oh, for God's sake"
A doctor acknowledges his mistake as he stoops down to pick up his report while holding his jelly doughnut.
"I hate it when it this crap always happens"
All of the nurses and the the doctors were scurrying around the premises, searching for their patients and and keeping up with their orders of medicine injections and surgery anesthetics
"Calling Dr Höek and Dr. Cadogen, you are both needed in Room A113 for an emergency kidney transplant"
The Radio transmission echoes throughout the hallways of the fast talking physicians and moaning patients.
The nurse, who name is Jodie, looks over the reception desk to see the doctor trying to separate the jelly mixed with some unfortunate soul's medical papers on the floor
"Do you always have to eat while you work, Mac"
"I am a busy man, I have no time for sitting down and enjoying a good meal". He says this as he hastingly goes back to his task of jelly and tabloids.
"Well you don't have to be such a jerk about it, sheesh". Jodie is so upset from the doctor's inappropriate response that she realizes that she is cutting time as she glances at her wristwatch.
"Oh, are you kidding me? Oh, For God's sake!"
She grabs whatever documents that she can fit in her folder, ready to storm out of the reception desk.
"Lauren! Cover for me, I'm late for my checkup!"
Jodie hops over the desk, landing on the the jelly doughnut which splatters even more onto the gray-blue lithium floor
"Oh C'mon, Jodie!"
Jodie ignores her superior's opposing outbursts as she zooms across the hallways. This is her first checkup with this patient and she did not want to be late. She sees a vey particular case of sorts
"Doctor, this man has an extreme case of rigors"
"It seems that it is getting worse, but for the time being, give him 800 grams of Thorazine"
"800?!"
"He needs it"
Just another case among the people who are being treated in the hospital. She has to get to her destination: a patient, a very special patient. A patient who has gone through the most specialized and intensive care for the most longest period of the hospital's recorded history. It was Jodie's Job to attend her daily checkup with this particular person, which she was running late to at this time.
"TE5, TE8, C'mon C'mon where the hell are you?".
After passing throughout the entire hallway, she finally makes it to the designated room she was supposed to be in.
Room No. TF2.
Jodie bursts into the room, covering her panicked outlook with a collective and optimistic demeanor.
"Hello again"
The patient says nothing
"And how is our hospital's most favorite patient doing?"
The patient does not say a word. Jodie could not even make out the face of him or her or whatever it was.
Ok….. So let me check you vitals real quick and we'll see what we go from there. Oh before I start, do you want the tv on?
Yet again, there is still no response from the person from the bed.
"Alright, I'll turn it on then."
Jodie reaches for the remote and clicks on it, causing the tv to flicker and come into view. On the screen is a news report.
In another news today, We are in still in the worldly conflict widely dubbed by the public as "The Omnic Crisis" or "World War III". Despite the efforts to repeal the enemy omnics, they have all proved to be fruitless. With the war still raging on, and casualties escalating month after month, Many believe that this could be the end of mankind and the rise of a planet of machines….
Jodie looks on in concern and disappointment. "I can't believe that we are still in this damn war. Why did we even put our entire trust into machines in the first place?! God, we've let ourselves enter into a world of crap. I bet you have a hard time comprehending this as well, right?
The patient does not say anything. Jodie puts pouts on her silence. Just then a doctor bursts in
"Jodie! We have a code blue on block C. We need you, now!"
"But I'm in the middle of a-"
"It's urgent, Jodie I can't do this without you!"
Most of the nurses and doctors are zooming past the room
"Dr. Zecker! He doesn't have much time left, we need to go now!"
Dr. Zecker turns back to Jodie.
Jodie, we need you more than ever, it's all hands on deck!
The Doctor zooms off into the same direction of all the other personnel, leaving Jodie and the patient in the room alone. Even though she must leave her post, Jodie knows that she has to go.
I'm sorry ma'am, but duty calls. I'll see you again in the next checkup, okay?
The patient maintains the silence. Jodie takes off without another word. The patient now sits alone in the room, with silence set in the room. The only sound is the tv broadcasting the current news of the omnic crisis. The patient's eyes bead up on the screen, observing the destruction that was being caused by the robots, with people either running for their lives and lying on the ground. The patient has no emotion, just a sense of being still.