A/N: I own neither RWBY nor Bioshock. P.S. No long intro for two reasons: 1. had no idea what to say and 2. I have an underwater adventure to return to.

Little Sisterhood

Spring, 1950

"Mommy?" A five year old me asked, looking around my current surroundings while being led by the slightly trembling hand of my mother. "Where are we going?"

"I'm sorry honey, but I can't support the both of us." She said, her voice just as uneasy as her hand. "I'm going to give you a better life." Before us stood a large building, reading "Little Sister's…". It was all I could make out at the time as I was 5 and hadn't got the hang of reading yet.

"Right you are miss." A bald man standing in front of the building proclaimed. "Here at the Little Sister's Orphanage, we promise to give your daughter a future worth looking forward to." Mother nodded, and then knelt down to me, looking me in the eyes.

"Be nice." She said, her eyes teary as she placed something around my neck. I looked at the new object, seeing a red rosebud locket. "Remember me by this." And with that, she stood and walked away. I waved to her, more confused than anything else, but I still missed her, wanting to run after her, but the heavy hand of the bald guy stopped me. He picked me up, frowning as he looked me over.

"So, what's your name kid?" He asked, walking into the building.

"Ruby." I responded, still not quite sure about what was going on.

"Ruby. I like that name. It sounds like the name of someone who's gonna make someone happy." He said, setting me down in a room with a lot of other girls, each of them looking the same except for hair color. They were all pale, yellow-eyed and wearing a nice blue dress. I looked around for a few moments before everything went black. "Including me."

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Fall 1952

I awoke god knows how long later, lying on my back and my stomach not sitting right. "What happened?" I asked, my voice now not sounding quite right. I looked around, noticing the blonde girl with her hair almost touching the floor to my right.

"So, how're you doing Ruby?" She asked with a small smile, as I was still looking. It looked like the room from before, but with more furniture.

"Fine… Wait. Who're you?" I asked.

"Yang? You're big sister?" She remarked, staring at a calendar with a marker in hand. "The girl that's been keeping tags on you for the past 2 years?" She put an X over the number 5.

"Not ringing any bells." I replied, a picture frame catching my eye. I picked it up, seeing me, this new person, and two other girls in front of the orphanage from before. "Wait. Is that… us?" She came to me, looking over my shoulder.

"Yeah." She nodded. "Right after you came to the place." I looked at the picture, then back to Yang.

"You look… older than you do in this." I said, setting it down.

"I should. It's been about 4 since that picture was taken." She said. My eyes went wide.

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked, eyes still wide.

"You can figure that one out for yourself." She sighed. "There aren't too many doors to choose from." I nodded, running to the first door I saw, which just happened to be the room I wanted. I looked into the large mirror above the sink, seeing that I had grown bigger, now at least over 4 feet, and my skin was snow white. As I gazed at myself, my brain hurt and my nose began to bleed, as things I didn't remember learning started to fill me head. Reading, writing, basic math and the like. I left the bathroom, seeing Yang grab a bag and a pair of red gloves.

"Where're you going?" I asked. She turned to me with a smirk on her face.

"Work." She replied, tossing a large page of paper at me. "I suggest finding a job for yourself as well." I gave a hesitant nod and began looking until one caught my eye; Fontaine Fisheries. Pay: Decent, Work-required: A Lot. That's literally what it said. With little knowledge on where I was going and what the job entailed, I set out to find this place.

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It took me an hour of walking before I found the place. It all wreaked of salt water and fish, as well as the fact that it was colder than a frozen-over Hell. I walked deeper into the place, seeing countless amounts of men talking and staring at me.

I arrived at a large door, labeled with a glowing sign reading "Fontaine Fisheries". With a nervous knock, the door was opened by a man in a welding mask.

"You're here for the job, correct?" The man asked. I gave a nod and her gestured for me to follow. "It's not every day we get a former little sister as a worker here." He continued as we moved deeper into the freezer. "But, anyways, you'll be helping to move the crates from the sub that park out front into here." This was followed by a few moments of awkward silence. "So, uh, you get to work, and we'll have a contract ready by the end of your shift, or 6 pm. Have fun." He left, and I headed back to the docks out front.

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I was exhausted by the time my shift ended. I had gotten 50 Ryan-Dollars for my days work, as well as frozen and/or throbbing body parts, and the worst part was I had to do the same thing the next day at 8 in the morning. I groaned as I sat in the Fighting McDonagh Tavern, slumped over and staring into the wood of the bar, when a funny accent disrupted the silence of my own self-loathing. "So, what'll it be miss?" The distinctly male voice asked.

"Do you have anything to make pain go away?" I asked, looking up slightly.

"We got alcohol, but I get the feelin' you wouldn't want that." He retorted. "So, how's 'bout some painkillers with a milk chaser?" I had pretty much no idea what milk was, but I gave a shrug. Anything to shake the feeling. I thought, as two pills and a glass of white substance were placed in front of me.

"Thanks." I muttered, drinking what was put in front of me, pills included.

"Think nothin' of it." He said. I finally looked up to see him. He had a kind yet stern face, and his moustache was just as silly as his accent. "Ya know what else eases pain? Watching others be in pain." He pointed behind me, I turned and saw a square platform, raised about 4 feet off the ground, where I saw a familiar back of the head.

"Yang?" I questioned, getting onto my now not too pained legs and walking over to her. Sure enough, it was her, now wearing the red gloves from earlier. "What're you doing here?"

"Working." She replied excitedly, punching at the air. "I come here on Fridays, win, and get a lot of cash, just for beating the crap out of some poor sucker." I looked at the "sucker" across from her out of curiosity, and felt my stomach drop. The guy was at least 6 feet tall, and well-built enough to look like he could punch through a wooden wall.

"I don't think you should fight him." I said, my voice tinted with fear.

"Don't worry sis." She said with the same smile on her face. "This guy's nothing." I sighed, seeing that arguing was useless and returned to my seat.

"Fight's about to start folks." Moustache-man stated. "Make your bets. We accept cash only. -100 on Charles Letterman, +150 on Yang Xiao-Long. " I rummaged through my pockets, finding my 50 dollars I had earned that day.

"50 on Yang." I sighed, sliding the money over the counter. I then heard a laugh, turned and saw the bald man from that day, back about 4 years ago sitting 2 spots away. He hadn't changed at all, though he had added a cigar to his façade.

"You're wastin' yer money kid." He stated, placing a single bill on the counter and letting a puff of smoke go into the air. "500 on the meat-head." 3 minutes of money-passing later, a bell sounded, and the two went to fight each other. I stared at them, ready to turn away when Yang got beaten down. The strangest thing was, she didn't. Instead, she was using the other guy as a punching bag, and with a constant look of shock on his face no less. Poor guy went down after a few shots to his gut.

"Looks like we have our winner!" Moustache-Man proclaimed as a collective groan filled the area. I looked to my right again, and baldy just sat there, jaw hanging open and his little cigar on the floor. "Here ya go miss." He handed me my money with 25 extra. "You were the only one to guess right." Yang jumped to the floor, and was handed (what I assumed was) the rest of the money. She began to leave, and gestured for me to follow, and so I did.

"That was awesome." I said to her, as she was looking over her winnings. "And you do this every week?"

"Well, I aim to." She stated. "What you saw there was only the 2nd fight in what I hope is a long career of wins. How was your day, by the way?"

"A lot of fish."

"Yeah, I could smell that much." A few awkward moments passed, I gripped the necklace that I just then remembered was around my neck and a thought popped into my head.

"You said there were two others that hung around us, back a few years ago, right?"

"Yeah. Why do you ask?"

"Don't you wonder what they're up to right now?"

"Not in the slightest."

"Why not?"

"Because I have connections."

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Weiss's POV

I sat next to a large window, looking out into the murky green abyss with binoculars in hand, my eyes latched onto a bar as I tried to escape the culture that surrounded me constantly. Sometimes, I envied the lives of the working class, as not a lot was expected of you from a mental standpoint, while my "father" on the other hand… had gotten behind me while I wasn't focused on the window's reflection. "Weiss!" He bellowed. "What are you doing?"

"Looking to the sea, for, uh, inspiration." I said, stuttering constantly. "Yeah." He gave a small nod before turning away.

"I wouldn't look to the sea for inspiration." He stated, now walking away. "Last time I did that, it gave me a dead whale that refused to cooperate." He stopped, and turned to me. "You aren't a dead whale, now are you?"

"N-no father." I said. He cringed at the word.

"I am not your father." He quietly yelled. "I keep telling you to refer to me as Mr. Cohen, as most of my disciples do."

"Okay fa-. I mean, Mr. Cohen."

"There you go." He said with a reassuring smile. "Now, back to… whatever it is you do up here." I nodded, putting the binoculars down on a nearby desk and walking to the bed Mr. Cohen had provided me, which was a lot better than the ones from my Adam Farm days. I stared up at the ceiling, occasionally glancing at the door to see if he was returning. Upon one glance, something caught my eye; it was a sliver of another room, gray as dishwater and as fuzzy as most movies.

"What?" I asked myself, as I slipped off the bed and moved towards it, it opening up as I got closer. "Hello?" I yelled into it as I finally entered it. The room around me was, abnormally bright and filled with a lot of books, and in front of me stood a girl that looked like me, but had blue eyes, a metal item over her pinky finger and brown hair as opposed to my white hair.

"Hello." She said cheerfully. "My name's Elizabeth. What's yours?"

"Um, Weiss." I responded, still taking in the whole room. "Where am I, exactly?"

"The library." She stated. "I have quite a few books, covering many different subjects." An idea came into my head.

"Would you mind if I had a look around?" I asked.

"No, not at all." She said with a smile. I gave a small smile before looking through the countless shelves, and hearing a shrill screech following a statue giving off steam. "Oh no."

"What?"

"Songbird."

"What's that?" A large crash could be heard overhead as Elizabeth tried to push me out.

"Not something you want to deal with." She said, accomplishing to get me to the rabbit-hole that had gotten me there in the first place. "I'll reopen the tear once he's gone, okay?" I gave a hesitant nod before stepping through. And it closed. I sat back down on my bed, and watched it, hopping it would open again.

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Blake's POV

I sat there, in a small cage inside a lab. Where exactly? I wasn't sure at the time. A man named Suchong was narrating into a box of some kind. "Dr. Suchong Log. Employer, Fontaine Futuristics. New Plasmid idea. Call it "Faunus Mix". Supposed to give applicant super-human abilities, meant for Protector Project. Any side effects of Plasmid will be photographed for later inspection." He set the box down and approached a large glass container filled with a red substance.

"I take it that's the Faunus Mix you were talking about?" I asked.

"Yes." He replied, sticking the needle in and drawing the substance out. "And now, you test it." He jabbed the needle into my wrist and emptied it into my body.

"Ow!" I yelped, leaning away as I felt something going on inside my head. I grabbed it, and dropped to my knees. A pain like no other was going on, and all I could do was scream, as I felt my ears disappear from the side of my head, and feel something poking out from the bottom of the dress that I was given roughly 4 years ago. When it was finally over, I dropped to the floor, the world around me starting to black out.

"Note." I heard Suchong say. "Subject has grown tail and ears, similar to household cat. Will not be noticed inside Protector Suit." And everything went black.

A/N: My god that took forever to complete. Anyways, vent your complaints, compliments, grievance over the death of Monty Oum, or whatever. I'll read them if you post them. Hope to see you all next time, and no. This story will not be left to rot like the others.