This is my first actual story, I promise, trust me, please.
Jaune woke up with a headache that made him want to smash his skull against a brick wall, but he wasn't suicidal, mostly. The first thing he noticed, was that he was naked in a hotel bed. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but he may have gotten drunk and did some...unsavory things whilst drunk.
He took a deep breath and looked to his left, being met with the sight of a beautiful woma-"Is that a Claymore!?"
"Did you have fun last night, Jaune-kun?" The sword even spoke from who knows where.
"Okay, shut up, don't talk, not once."
Jaune was confused as hell especially because he had a ring on his ring finger, one that had the exact same design that was seen on the cross-guard on the sword.
"Okay senp-""I SAID SHUT IT!"
Jaune needed to think, he needed to sit down and think; long and hard.
Or maybe, just maybe, he needed to slice some Grimm.
Decisions, decisions, and none of them are wrong.
"Ooga booga nigga imma steal you's's girl fucking cracker-ass whitey."
"It's always the stupid niggers that ruin everything in life."