Author pow:
Hello everyone! Here is the author speaking. And I am here to welcome you for a special project I decided to made at the behalf of "Girls und Panzer: Der Fanfiction" discord server highly ranked members. Who gave me the task of making a good Yogurt-centered fic. But before we began, I need to clarify some things.
1. I don't own Girls und Panzer, Team Fortress 2 nor any other media and franchise used in this story. My ownership is limited to OC's and the story itself.
2. To understand the reality I created here, it is absolutely mandatory that you check content of youtube Gmod animator called Doctor Lalve (link to his channel should be here: /c/DoctorLalve) or in here: https//url?sa=tsource=webrct=jurl=https/m./channel/UCIB9yxqIxexGonoYMl2mrfQved=2ahUKEwj3_c_a7Lj4AhUgwAIHHXf-DbIQFnoECAgQAQusg=AOvVaw1CiQtX8palaAaKP9tFAcHY)
3. This is partially a crack fic, reader disgression is advised.
4. Upload frequency will be extremly low, since I have many other projects and I have obligation to think twice before I write something on this one.
5. Describtion of about anything will be sporadic if not nonexistant. Please go and finc actual sources on respective wikipedia pages of actually intrested.
6. The story is written entierly on a phone by a non-native English speaker. Therefore grammar issues and mispeeling will eventually happen, but I'll do my best to avoid them.
7. If you want to make adaptation/rewrite/anything that involves this story, go for it and don't ask me! In my opinion fanfiction should be for everyone to enjoy, which affects my approach to copyrights within my range.
With this out of the way, let the story begin!
Narrator pow:
"Do you think this is the place?" A small girl with curly blonde hair and large amber eyes asked her companion, as they came into the stop before large, double doors in front of freshy build skyscraper in a middle of a city of Osaka.
"I don't know, vice-commander. But this seems to be the only option our principal saw if we want our school to keep running." Her comrade, a 6 foot tall amazonian with long, wavy brown hair and a pair of violet eyes added, dustin off her denim jacket before opening the doors.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" A loud scream of joy scared them both, causing the taller one to close the doors in a instant.
"What the hell was that?!" Girl shouted in fear, almost falling on her knees.
"I'll go first Svetla. It is my duty as vice-commander to enter first if others can't." The smaller girl responded, walking up to the doors and opening them in a one energetic swing.
"Hello again!" Gruff, joyous voice greeyed her as no one other than a Soldier from TF2 with Tank Buster loadout greeted her from the front, holding a Demoman by his head above himself while the latter wiggled around like a ragdoll.
"Ymm... We are here for a meeting with CEO and owner of so called Tiny Desk Corporation. May we come in?" The girl asked, making him smile and throw Demoman behind himself into a trash can, where he exploded shortly after.
"*Long wheeze* Yes!" Soldier responded, turning on his heel and wobble running towards the elevator where a masked person in a red suit gave him a gibus hat.
"Should we trust them Olga?" Svetla asked her vice-commander, terrified at the what was happening in front of them.
"We don't have any cho-" Olga responded, but was cut short mid-sentence as a clumsy person with construction hat and pair of goggles jump between them and pointed his silver Frankenstein wrench at the ceeling.
"Yeee-HAW!" The men shouted, as the lighting strike him and all three of them found themselves in front of the office desk around ninety condignations higher, where behind the desk were waiting a man in medical apron and goggles with red lights instead of eye visors and a buffed man with overwhelming chest hair and traditional texan hat used by cowboys back in a day.
"Good job squishy, take this." Bigger of the two said, throwing the pack of bacon into hands.
"Yeeey!" Small thunder-summonder responded happly before grabbing his wrench and repeating the ritual, leaving in the same way.
"Now that you came here... You propably wonder who I am, right?" The buffed man asked two confused girls, flexing his muscles so hard that Svetla got a small nosebleed.
"Emm... Yes... Yeah?" Olga asked, as terrifed of them as she could be.
"On that case go first and say the phrase." Man in medical apron said, smacking his ck-seater in the butt.
"Sure thing Medic!" The man responded, standing up and coughing twice befor ehis speech. "My name's Saxton Hale. Australian, CEO of Tiny Desk Corporation, and a man who can burn your problems to the ground!" The man responded while two man in blue suits stood on the side of the room and performed epic guitar solo, all types of special effects flying around the room as they played.
"..." Both girls responded wth silence, absolutely clueless about what to do now.
"Oh, and I am Medic. I am the company's owner." The smaller man added, presenting himself in a less ceremonial manner.
"... Oh." Olga said, finally finding a word to use.
"Now let's get down to business." Saxton Hale said, taking his seat while both girls were given armchairs by four skinny boys in tailcoats and runner clothing.
"Might aswell." Olga responded, as she and her speechless companion took their own seats.
"Now, since your last school principal, teaching staff and most accountable adults alongside dominatory ammount of finance sources had recently left your school with Sensha-do club overall commander, whole student council and most of prominent student left your school, for which we are terribly sorry..." Medic began the talk, then letting Saxton Hale end it by the pat on his shoulder.
"... But we have a special offer for a lonely roses like you." Saxton added, tossing the short, official paper towards them like a frisbee. "Our company is willing to buy your school and heavly invest into it, assuming of course that you, as the most important people the school itself could sent us, are willing to accept our terms." He added as Olga opened the card and began to silently read it.
"Hmm... Changing the profile to teach all genders... Might aswell. Changes are unavoidable now." Olga muttered while Svetla peeked from her left to also see the terms given to them by two odd men. "Cool, cool... We can accept it... Enrollment of T.D.C. members in a right age period to fill the school and provide them education?" Olga asked herself at the last point, scratching her head and looking at Svetla with curious face.
"What can possibly go wrong? They might be weird but mean no harm." Svetla responded, looking back at the official who were busy throwing copies of Hippocratic Oath inside the external furnace hanging on the window thanks to flex tale, superglue and some other thing, such as Engineer in a Can about which the girls didn't know. (We are still in Narrator pow by the way.)
"Okay then, we agree." Olga siad with a small smile, as she and Svetla took their pens and signed the treaty.
"Hahaha! Glad to do business with you and your fantastic school!" Saxton Hale laughed, slamming the table with his hands. "Now let's go back to your school with new students from our hand. Petrodollars won't invest themselves after all." He added, jumping out the window while doing barrer roll mid-air.
"Oh no, what have I done!" Olga mentally sobbed, experiencing the illusion of free choice.
Or so she thought...
Author pow:
In case you wondered about why this chapter is short, I made primarly to ask my comissioners whenever or not this project has any right to be what they wanted.
Review, follow, mark as favourite if you want. I won't push you.
Cheers!
Author.