Author pow:

Hello to everyone who came here! Before we/you continue, please read there points to not be confused.

1. I don't own RWBY, Team Fortress 2 or ANY other medium used in the story. My ownership is limited to the story itself and OC's (Assuming I even put them in this story in the first place and don't say otherwise, like: This OC was given by a user 'X'.) within borders given to it by rules of this website.

2. Story begins in a middle part of V4 of show known as RWBY.

3. Entire story is written on a phone by non-native english speaker, so if you can't stand eventual grammar in the story then stop wasting your time and go read something else.

4. If you want to write adaptation/review/any alternative version of this story then feel free to do it. The more to read around for visiting people the better.

5. The story will have VERY low upload frequency since I have other projects to do and have this specific project 'ordered' by a random guy on Reddit, so the quality has to be my personal absolute top.

6. If you want any context to what is happening or just like spoilers, then check the pananormal art of Doctor Lalve, since on his work this story is heavly inspired upon. (Link for everyone intrested: /c/DoctorLalve ).

7. Confused? Good! This means the story begins now.

Narrator pow:

"This is the place?" Spy asked, as his bacalava-less self and Engineer came to the entreance of the Schnee Manor in Atlas on the charity event for Vale's long/short gone Beacon Academy, violently destroyed by Grimm and - Known propably only to these two in there. - outside forces of lesser evil. Both of them were dressed in a standardized red suits with straight black stripes to pretend they are stylish and expensive.

"Bacon." Engineer responded with an empty word, propably agreeing on this matter.

"Fantastic, now let us move!" Spy said in response as they both went forward, casually walking between other guests who came in this place for a PR. A common theme in Atlas due to which employee of these two delinquents left this floating city to begin with during the great war.

"How wonderful of them, even the doors are wide open." Spy grimaced at the frontal, well, doors in front of him as he picked up Engineer, stuffed him under the shoulder like a beach towel and jumped forward with Gmod physics, passing the whole distance from the parking lot to the insides of Schnee Manor in three and quater of a frame.

"Yeeey." Engineer said, wheezing a little as subnormal duo turned right and walked form the moderetly sized room that connected all parts of building with a floor above becasue of a giant stares placed in it to the auction room, where the charity event was taking place.

And a view they saw was quite... Unsettling to say at least.

"Let go of me!" A voice of a girl in a long, blue dress Soy recognized as Weiss Schnee cried, as her dad - No one other than a Jacques Schnee. - held her arm in a tight grip.

"You're embarrassing the family!" A man shouted at her, voice slowly turning from angry to infuriated.

"AND YOU are embarrassment to gentleman everywhere!" Spy shouted with his visible french accent, forcefullu putting Engineer to his left like a traffic cone and moving up to him in a A-pose, the rest of the crowd intimidated by the metallic screeching and unexpected power behind it.

"And who you are to cut in MY family matters?!" Jacques asked him with a pretensional tone, throwing Weiss away as she lost her balance and fall on the floor into a sitting position.

"A man with a business offer." Spy retored to him, transforming back to normalna body physics and giving a brief look to his right where General Ironwood was distracted (read: presented) with a concept of ironwood (suprised?) from Engineer, who kept on repeating 'Yippie-Ka-Yay!' in his head.

"Business offer? And what that would be?" Head of the Schnee family asked him, touched by this change of intentions.

"I would like to buy your rebelious child for three hundred thousand Lien and..." Spy beginned his offer, taking a small break to build-up suspension of the crowd. "And Doctor Phill! The ultimate green MiM (read: Emenem)!" He ended the phrase with a pompatic presentation of a shiny, purple card where a green MiM mascot with a face of so called Dr. Phill was presented with crossed hands and a brown wall ornaments as a background.

"Three hundred thousand Lien AND THIS illumination card? I cannot refuse!" Jacques shouted with excitment as he turned around and faced standing behind him Weiss, the latter shaking in fear at abnormal scenes she was witnessing.

"You are no longer a heiress of Schnee Dust Company nor the part of Schnee family! The brave gentleman over there is your owner now." Jacques said with abrassive tone, making a whole room minus two quirky visitors gasp.

"Engineer." Spy said, turning to the right and seeing Engineer observing the scene with a positive grin and a bag of Lien on his back. Please help this young lady in packing up anything she desires to take with herself. I need to finish the details and formalities of a transaction right here." He said to his partner, and before he knew it a clumsy Texan already sprinted up to Weiss, with two comically oversized spoons in hand.

"Excuse me Sir, but I don't believe that..." Ironwood tried to cut into the conversation, but stopped upon seeing Spy showcasing into his face a part of Atlesain Constitusion on a part where slavery and human trafficking of all sorts and kinds was labled as completly legal, and untaxed. "Nevermind then... Fell free to go as you please gentleman, I need to go now and do my chours as a general." He said with resignation, turning arlund and leaving the auction room with his hands crossed on the back.

Weiss pow:

The whole situation would be cathartic, if not for a fact that my own dad not only violated me in public event and then SELLED me to some random guys for money and stupidly named collectioning card. But yet, packing up things in my room with a well-suited guy that haven't even bother with anything and seemed to live his life in the fullest did gave me a little hope. After all, why would they buy a child who known only high estate etiquette and some Grimm-killing fencing?

"Martynaster... Garmets and books... Minor accesories... Food and water for three days... Anything we missed?" I asked a so called 'Engineer' as I make a last check on my suitcase before closing.

"Not a single thing, miss. I make sure of that." A bulky yet short man responded, closing the suitcase and taking it up into his muscled hands. "Now let's go find the Spy and go for a departure journey."

"Spy? Who's that?" I asked him, unaware to such obvious and common nickname.

"The guy who paid for you here and there." Engineer responded with a slight smile painted on his face. "He's flashy as the Sun itself and dual with promises, but likable when used to, words of a practical problem solver!" He added out of necessity as we nodded in silence and left my room, our new heading being a vestibule of the manor.

"-Was a pleasure to make business with your overlord. However my own misfortune figure needs me." A voice of Spy was heard across the hallway, as our trio and Klein met up at the top of stairs, the doors down below already wide open.

"I will surely miss you, Miss Weiss." Our long lasting servant said, his head lowered and staring into the ground.

"I, quite frankly, will too." I cheered him up with a pat to the shoulder. "Maybe we hear from eachother once again but... I guess a new chapter begins now. Stay strong." I told him right after ssince no better words could come up to my mind as me and my escort wend downstairs and exit the manor.

However, there was a problem. The only... Person (?) standing outside was a thin boy with red school jacket and rest of the outfit stylised as of he was in a middle of PE class.

"Well. Off to visit your mother!" Spy shortly shouted to him before snorting incomprehensivly as the boy begin to spin in place, creating a small vacuum of golden dust particles and tumbleweed around us. I hadn't even got an ocassion to scream in suprise as I found all four of us in a middle of enormous hall, filled mostly with people whose faces and physical traits resembled ones Engineer had.

"Mistress Weiss!" Spy patted me in the shoulder before giving a nearly indetectable for me wink. "Welcome to Tiny Desk Corporation. Feel free to contribute if you're an odd person.

"SPY!!!" A near roar cut the air in half as a black man with an eye patch over his left eye and red nose suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of us. "MEEEEEEDIIIIIIIIC has just went into retirement! Do you know what this means in the eyes of the operation Ye-Rba-Booze?!"

"I know Demo, I truly do." Spy said to him in response before facing my scared self. "Overlord Weiss Schnee. Welcome to YOUR Tiny Desk Corporation!"

Author pow:

Hello everyone! In case you wonder where I find some VERY specific and dumb ideas, after every chapter I'll grant links for you to see the sources inspiartion I got for my batshit writing style.

Here are - As I will call them fron now on. - Links for inspirations in this chapter:

https/youtu.be/euRbJqnAFzo