3rd Pov

We still see Chris' Avenger flying to Beacon Academy up high in the clear night sky.

Now, what the fuck are the eight probably mentally insane people doing?

Singing Caramelldansen Misheard lyrics....

Chris and Mina:*singing badly* Dance on me balls!

Sith and Green:*singing badly* Cat, fucking a handbag!

221Sept and Mako:*singing badly* Yours only yours!

Lock and Cookie:*singing badly* Oh look, a seagull dance band!

Chris, Mina, Sith, and Green:*singing badly* Its no lie!

221Sept, Mako, Lock, and Cookie:*singing badly* Lisa and the clown said!!

Chris, Mina, Sith, Green, 221Sept, Mako, Lock, and Cookie:*singing badly* Look Henry had...

Chris, Mina, Sith, Green, 221Sept, Mako, Lock, and Cookie:*singing badly* Vagina...

Chris, Mina, Sith, Green, 221Sept, Mako, Lock, and Cookie:*singing badly* Malfunction!!!

Chris, Mina, Sith, Green, 221Sept, Mako, Lock, and Cookie:*singing badly* Oo-oo-oa-oa, Oo-oo-oa-oa-a, Oo-oo-oa-oa, Oo-oo-oa-oa-a!!

Meanwhile Teams RWBY and JNPR.......

Weiss:*wanting to jump out* MAKE 'EM SSSTTTOOOOPPP!!!!!!!!

Nora:*vibing to the song* No way!! I have no idea what they're singing, but I love it!!!

Luckly. Thankfully mainly for Weiss. Beacon was in sight.

Chris: Alright everyone! Get ready to land.

Ruby: Thank-

Chris, Mina, Sith, Green, 221Sept, Mako, Lock, and Cookie proceed to jump out of the Avenger.

Ruby: -goodness?

Ren: Did...Did they just jump out?

Jaune: Wasn't Chris flying this thing?

Blake: Yeah?

......

Yang:*panic* FUCKING BAIL!!!!!

The members of Team RWBY and Team JNPR followed suit, hastily exiting the Avenger in a chaotic scramble. They barely had time to grab their belongings before leaping from the airborne vehicle.

Moments later, the Avenger crashed down at Beacon Academy, the team's antics drawing the attention of anyone nearby. The crew of misfits disembarked with triumphant grins, seemingly unfazed by their impromptu skydiving adventure.

Using parachutes.

Team RWBY and Team JNPR, on the other hand, landed in a less graceful manner, their descent marked by a series of undignified crashes and tumbles. Dusting themselves off, they exchanged incredulous glances, wondering what sort of bizarre journey they had just embarked upon.

Sith:*to Teams RWBY and JNPR* So how was the landing?

Teams RWBY and JNPR just glare at the eight.

Blake: Bite me.

Mina: Okay!

Chris: Mina, no.

Mina: Mina, yes~

As the two teams exchanged glares and playful banter, the rest of Team GTA 5 continued to wear their triumphant grins, unfazed by the chaos they had just caused. To them, it was just another day in the life of a group known for their unconventional approach to everything.

A second later, Atlas soldiers, the Ace-Ops, Winter, Qrow, Glynda, Ironwood, and Ozpin surrounds the sixteen people.

Mainly at Mina, Mako, Cookie, and Green.

Ironwood: I want you four to surrender now!

Mina: Oh goody!*pulling out a Golf Club* WHO WANTS TO DIE!?!?!

The tension in the air reached a boiling point as Mina brandished her golf club, seemingly undeterred by the overwhelming presence of Atlas soldiers and authorities.

Ironwood: I repeat, surrender now, or there will be consequences.

Chris, standing beside Mina, exchanged a quick glance with his team members. They knew that things could escalate rapidly if they didn't defuse the situation.

Chris: Mina, put the golf club down. We don't need any more trouble.

Mina pouted but reluctantly complied, setting the golf club aside.

Mina: No fun.

Ironwood: Good. Now, we have a lot to discuss.

Chris: Which is why they should also be in Team GTA 5.

Everyone/Ozpin, Mina, Sith, Green, 221Sept, Mako, Lock, and Cookie:*shocked* WHAT?!?!

Clover: No, they should be-

Cookie: Do you all want a proportional response or a non-proportional response from us? Because if you do. We have enough ammo to take out the entire Atlas military within a week. No bullshit, mind you.

Green: In other words; Do you want to be killed and joined the bodies or not be killed?

Everyone/Ozpin, Mina, Sith, Green, 221Sept, Mako, Lock, and Cookie:.............

Atlas Soldier: I think pissed myself.

Marrow: I think we should listen. Given they're recent....body count...

Chris: I mean....my body count is 57.3K. 46.7K of that was using a firearm.

Everyone besides Chris, Ozpin, Mina, Sith, Green, 221Sept, Mako, Lock, and Cookie took a couple steps back in fear.

Qrow: I like living.

Winter, Harriet, and Glynda: Same.

Ozpin, ever the composed and enigmatic figure, finally spoke up.

Ozpin: Your... track record, while certainly unconventional, does suggest a level of competence that we may require in these trying times. However, there are rules and protocols in place for accepting new members into a Huntsman team.

Chris: Right, right. Rules and protocols. Bureaucracy. Blah, blah, blah.

Mina: Boring.

Sith: Well, if you don't want our help, that's fine. We'll just be on our way, and you can continue dealing with these... issues on your own.

This statement seemed to stir something in Ironwood, who had been quietly observing the exchange. He stepped forward with a stern expression.

Ironwood: Hold on a moment. While your methods may be unorthodox, there's no denying that you've been effective. We can't afford to turn away help in these desperate times. We'll need to discuss this further, but for now, you can assist us with the current situation.

Chris: Glad we could come to an understanding.

Mina: And if you need any tips on unconventional tactics, just let us know.

Sith: We have a wealth of experience in that department.

Weiss: Winter!

She runs up to the elder Schnee as she turns to see her sister.

Weiss: Winter! I'm so happy to see you! Oh...*suddenly curtsies* Your presence honors us.

Green: Bullshit, Ice Queens.

Winter and Weiss: SHUT UP!!

Qrow chuckles at that.

Ruby: Uncle Qrow!!!*she rushes at him as she hangs on Qrow's outstretched arm* Hi. It's so good to see you! Did you miss me? Did you miss me!?

Qrow: Nope.*they share a grin as he pats his niece's head*

Chris: That's cute.

Mina: I'm cute!

Chris: Your cute and scary.

Mina just grins.

Mako:*to Ozpin* Say, Green Pimp.

Qrow and Team GTA 5 hold in their laughter.

Ozpin: It's Ozpin.

Mako: Ozpin the Green Pimp. Do we get dorms?

Ozpin sighed, not entirely sure what he was getting himself into with this new addition to Beacon Academy.

Ozpin: Yes, you will have dorms. We will make arrangements for your accommodations. But I expect you to follow the rules and regulations of this academy.

Mina:*mischievous grin* Does that include not blowing stuff up? Because that might be a problem.

Ozpin gave Mina a stern look.

Ozpin: Yes, that includes not blowing stuff up.

Chris:*whispering to Mina* Don't worry, we can still blow stuff up, just not here.

Mina:*whispering back* Deal.

With the matter of accommodations settled, Team GTA 5 began to make their way to their new dorms, leaving behind a trail of curious glances and bemused expressions from the students and staff of Beacon Academy. They were a wild card in an already unpredictable world, and only time would tell what impact they would have on the future of Remnant.

Two hours later~

We see Sith's Gallivanter Baller LE LWB (Armored) SUV pull up to the Motel that Cinder is still in.

He and Chris exited the vehicle as they walked to the room door.

Chris: Wait.

Chris puts on a gas mask.

Chris: Cinder was locked in there for two and half days. She might have...."used the bathroom" if you catch my meaning.

Sith nods and dons on his gas mask.

Sith: Probably smells like a Taco Bell bathroom in there now.

Chris and Sith, now equipped with gas masks, approached the motel room where Cinder had been held captive for the past two and a half days. The anticipation of what they might find inside was palpable, and the gas masks were both a practical and a precautionary measure.

As they opened the door and entered the room, the smell hit them immediately, even though the filters of their gas masks. It was a noxious combination of stale air, fast food, and something far worse.

Chris:*muffled voice through the gas mask* Oh, dear God...

Sith:*similarly muffled* This is... beyond foul.

They proceeded cautiously, trying not to disturb whatever mess might be lurking within. Their mission now was to not only extract Cinder but also to deal with the unfortunate aftermath of her confinement.

They soon found Cinder. Mind Broken. Dirty. Covered in flies. And still sitting in the same chair she was left on.

Chris:*muffled voice* You think she's alive?

Sith pokes Cinder with a stick. She is still alive.

Sith:*muffled voice* Yeah. But I'm not touching her.

Chris:*muffled voice* Neither am I.

Chris and Sith:.............

Chris:*muffled voice* Rock, paper, scissors?

Sith:*muffled voice* Rock, paper, scissors.

With a silent understanding, they resorted to the classic game of rock, paper, scissors to settle the matter. In the dimly lit, foul-smelling motel room, they made their choices and revealed them to each other.

Chris:*muffled voice* Rock.

Sith:*muffled voice* Paper.

Chris:*muffled voice* Damn it.

Sith:*muffled voice* Looks like it's you, buddy.

Chris sighed beneath his gas mask, resigned to the unenviable task ahead.

Chris:*muffled voice* Fine. I'll do it.

Sith patted him on the back, or at least, tried to pat him through the layers of their protective gear.

Sith:*muffled voice* You're a true hero, my friend.

Chris approached Cinder, bracing himself for what lay ahead, as Sith watched from a safe distance, ready to assist if needed.

We later see Chris dragging Cinder to the Motel pool to clean her up.

Why?

Because Sith doesn't want other people to smell the MBO.

Sith:*muffled voice* I got the bucket, soap, and broomsticks.

Chris immediately kicks Cinder in the pool.

A second later, the water turns dirty brown.

Chris and Sith:......

Chris and Sith:*muffled voice* Oh fuck...

Chris and Sith stared in horrified awe at the grim spectacle they had created. It seemed that two and a half days of confinement in a motel room had taken a severe toll on Cinder's hygiene.

Sith:*muffled voice* I think we might need a fire hose.

Chris:*muffled voice* Or a pressure washer.

Sith:*muffled voice* Yeah, a pressure washer could work.

The two of them looked around for a pressure washer but realized they were at a motel, not a car wash or construction site.

Sith:*muffled voice* We'll have to make do with the buckets and soap for now. Let's just hope it's enough to get the job done.

With grim determination, Chris and Sith began the unenviable task of cleaning Cinder up, all the while silently cursing the circumstances that had led them to this point.

Working in the motel pool area with buckets of soapy water and broomsticks, Chris and Sith meticulously scrubbed Cinder. She remained unconscious, mercifully unaware of her undignified cleansing.

The other motel guests couldn't help but stare in confusion and mild horror as they watched the bizarre scene unfold. Two men in gas masks were vigorously cleaning a person who appeared to be covered in filth in the motel pool. It was a spectacle that left many scratching their heads.

As Chris and Sith continued their grim task, they couldn't help but exchange a few muffled words.

Cinder, still in a dazed and broken state, barely reacted to the freezing water and scrubbing. She simply stared into the distance; her mind seemingly detached from the ordeal she was enduring.

Sith:*muffled voice* This is worse than any mission we've ever been on.

Chris:*muffled voice* Yeah, but it's our own fault. We shouldn't have left her like that.

Sith:*muffled voice* True, but let's get her cleaned up, and then we can figure out what to do next.

They worked in relative silence, their determination to get the job done overpowering the unpleasantness of the situation. Cinder's mind remained in a fractured state, and her vacant expression didn't change as they cleaned her.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Cinder was somewhat cleaner. Her clothes, while still tattered, were at least free from the layers of dirt and grime that had accumulated during her captivity. Her hair, however, remained a tangled mess.

Sith:*muffled voice* Well, she's cleaner than before, at least.

Chris:*muffled voice* Yeah, but I never want to do this again.

Sith:*muffled voice* Agreed.

They carefully lifted Cinder out of the pool and placed her on a nearby poolside chair. While the process had been far from pleasant, they had at least accomplished their goal.

Chris:*taking off his gas mask* I would say....we take her back to Beacon with us.

Sith:*taking off his gas mask* Or dump her by a brothel.

Chris: Tempting. But we don't know where the nearest one is. Nor if Vale has one.

Sith: True....She can be our maid.

Chris: Fuck it. That'll work. Have someone clean our dorm room.

Sith nodded in agreement as they began to dry off Cinder as best, they could with the limited resources they had.

Sith: Yeah, that's a good plan. She can stay in our dorm room. We'll need to keep a close eye on her, make sure she doesn't do anything...unpleasant.

Chris: Let's just hope she doesn't remember any of this when she wakes up. Otherwise, we might have an incredibly angry maid on our hands.

With Cinder now cleaned and settled on the poolside chair, Chris and Sith began making the necessary arrangements to bring her back to Beacon Academy. It was a strange turn of events, even for Team GTA 5.

A few weeks later~

We saw Team GTA 5(Chris, Mina, Sith, Green, 221Sept, Mako, Lock, and Cookie) were all their dorm room.

Large dorm room.

Cookie blew a hole in the wall between the two dorm rooms making it an exceptionally large room.

We see Emerald relaxing on the coach. Cinder in a maid outfit cleaning. And everyone else just napping.......at 1:24pm in the afternoon.

Emerald had adapted quite well to her unique environment, enjoying the camaraderie and relative peace compared to her life with Cinder. Cinder herself had taken to her maid duties diligently, her combat skills now focused on keeping their dorm room spick and span.

As for Team GTA 5, they were as unconventional as ever. Whether it was Lock tinkering with various weapons, Mina and Mako playing video games, Sith and Cookie concocting strange experiments, or the others simply napping, their dorm room was a hub of activity and relaxation.

Emerald:*grinning* You know, life here isn't so bad.

Cinder nodded in agreement as she continued to dust the shelves.

Cinder:*softly* Yes, it's...different.

Team GTA 5, meanwhile, snored in blissful ignorance of the outside world, content in their own chaotic haven within Beacon Academy.

Then a knocking at the door interrupts the blissful napping.

Green:*tired* FUCK OFF!

Ruby:*behind the door* It's Ruby.

Chris gets up and opens the door.

Chris: What?

Ruby: Class?

Team GTA 5: No.

Chris was about to close the door. Until...

Ruby: It's Combat Class.

Chris: Shit Rubes! That's all you have to say!

Ruby's words instantly jolted Team GTA 5 out of their sleepy stupor. The mention of combat class was enough to get them moving with remarkable speed.

Chris:*frantically* Shit, guys! Get your weapons!

Mina grabbed her customized shotgun, Sith retrieved his assortment of vials filled with various concoctions, Green strapped on his pair of SMGs, 221Sept armed himself with a massive sniper rifle, Lock readied his trusty crowbar, Mako took hold of her minigun, and Cookie equipped his rocket launcher.

In a whirlwind of activity, they hurriedly grabbed their gear and headed out the door, leaving Cinder and Emerald to continue their tasks in the dorm room.

Ruby watched the chaos with a mixture of amusement and disbelief.

Ruby: You guys are something else.

As Team GTA 5 rushed off to combat class, Ruby couldn't help but chuckle at their unique brand of energy and enthusiasm.