RWBY. The title of a webshow, with anime influences. It's also the name of a team of Hunters in training.

It's the show w-... I dropped after a couple of episodes. It just wasn't my thing. Then I read some Fate crossovers FanFiction, and thought 'I could use some more context.' So I re-watched some episodes.

I'm basically caught up to the 'Fall of Beacon', but I did skip around a lot. Then I read some bits on Wikipedia.

Back to FanFiction, I read a good amount, hopefully I remember enough facts so I can survive. Then again people like to change things so my knowledge could be flawed.

Crabs, just jumped into that monologue. Sorry, kinda still freaking out.

'Maybe if I refuse to acknowledge this, I'll disappear... Fudge! I already acknowledged the danger.'

I should move or something, instead of staring at the... Thing. Yup! Thing!

'Wait. I don't have to because it's not real. It can't be. Yup! This is just a lucid dream.'

The thing crouched down, and growled at me, or was it a snarl. There was also a faint sound a static.

'Very lucid and scary dream. Ok, let's freakout, we- I! Was going to do it anyways. But! Now I'm in control. Not ou- my first terror inducing dream.'

More... Things, walk out the trees.

'Fudge! Fudge! Stop! Lying! Think Fuck! You aren't a fucking child! Some fucking deity of whatever! Knows you aren't fucking pure! We know this isn't a dream. This is real. Why? Fuck you! That's why. Better start running if you want to live. Or don't, we never fought to live or struggle too hard to avoid death. Shhh! Shut up! I don't need a meltdown right now.'

The Things haven't attacked yet, but now I'm fully surrounded.

'Again, fuck you. We lost our phone? Seriously that's what you gave me. Not our family, or even our pets. No, your fucking phone was what we first thought. Maybe we deserve to be eaten by these Things? No, Beowolves. They are Beowolves, creatures of Grimm, from RWBY.'

They pounced at me.

'Fine, fuck it lets black out. Fucking cowa-.'

_-_-_-_

-Earlier-

"You can't keep doing this *." My therapist said. Again. She was sitting across from me, occasionally looking down to type on her laptop.

"I-I know. We talked about this, I don't want to not do this. I'm trying, it's just every time I try... I feel like I'm about to have another Anxiety attack. Then you know." I said my point again, but using different words. We're almost out of time, then she'll leave my house. My safe place.

If she was tired or annoyed, it didn't show, only her patient smile remained on her face.

What exactly we were talking about slips my mind, thinking about my many problems has never helped.

"Well, hopefully next time we meet we could talk about something new. I can see that we're currently going in circles. It's my-." The rest of her words have been said before, so I stopped paying attention.

I blinked and looked around. She's gone, I'm still on my couch, I must've zoned out, thinking of all my unimportant thoughts tend to do that. The thoughts that just roam around in your head, the one that sound like nonsense when spoken.

", I have to go pick up your brothers and take them to the library, then I'm driving your sister to her appointment for her baby. I'm telling you this because I also have other errands to run, and I won't be back till seven. Don't stay in your room all day. Bye." My mother said, before leaving.

'Great, nine hours alone. Doesn't matter, you spend all your time avoiding them when they're home anyways. Shut up. God, I must be really lonely to give myself voices to talk to. Yeah, we know. Maybe if you had fucking friends, we wouldn't exist, but fuck that! You had to be a emo loner with no hobbies. Hey, emo is something for fans of emotional music, or something.'

I could argue with myself all day, heck, I'm still doing it. Just in the background. Whatever I decide won't matter. I could be insane or sane, but for now I'm just preparing to spend all day in bed.

Throwing out the trash, minimum effort in chores, but now I can claim I did something. Pouring some cat food for the the cats. Then eating something before grabbing some water bottles. Go to the bathroom, to brush my teeth, use the toilet, then finally fall into bed, after closing the curtains.

Spending the next five minutes into getting comfortable. Then placing my ear buds in, I hit shuffle, before zoning it out, till it's nothing but white noise.

I check up on some idle games, before placing my phone down and thinking.

'My life's boring. Yeah, we know, but in the long term you have a story. A story I can't tell. Only because of your fears, our story isn't grand. It fucking sucks. And yet it is still a story, one with you in it. Then I hate my character arc, just because I had all my morals learned and was doing great in school, depression and anxiety just had to tag along.'

I really thought it was my fault, since I was young, my moral compass was perfectly aimed to be a good person. Then I learned about God, God punished sinners, and I thought that was why my life was hard. I asked myself why? Why was I a sinner?

Every good deed I did, went unnoticed, but I still tried. Time and time again I had to ask why?

I would step on nails or glass, and be bedridden. I would trip and injure myself. I would accidentally break something. Why, God?

My siblings would do the opposite of me, they did whatever they wanted, without a care for rules or other people, and be rewarded to stop. Everything always went their way.

I was certain God hated me. Every time I had to bury my pets after they died. I would beg God to stop them from dying. When I looked forward to a birth of a new sibling, miscarriage. Whenever I made a friend, it was before they moved away.

God's world wasn't any better, in Winter: I would get sick. Spring: I couldn't be driven anywhere without vomiting. Summer: bloody noses if I didn't stay cool, all the time. Fall: I would get allergies that kept me home.

When I became a teenager, I gave up, more events happened and I quit, I couldn't take it. My thoughts changed from 'God Hated Me' to 'life happens, don't bother thinking about it.'

Unfortunately, the damage was done. I was depressed, all my energy sapped away. I was always anxious, thinking something bad was going to happen.

So, I stayed home, watching T.V. or Anime on my phone, just because they had structure, it wasn't random like life.

Then I couldn't do that, after the fourth T.V. broke my mom stopped buying them. After my siblings fought over it, the internet was taken away from us.

I hated it, but then I remembered FanFiction. Honestly, the first ones I really read were about Naruto. Then I spreaded my search on it and read, or downloaded to read later, whenever I can.

Now, I just spend all day reading on it.

'Oh, that wraps it up. What about us. Both of you aren't real, so it doesn't matter. Huh, 'kay whatever.'

I picked my phone back up and went to FanFiction.

I read 'Blush' by Imyoshi, enjoyed every part of it. Then some random RWBY smut to calm my hormones, it's hard to read fluff when you're turned on. After doing 'that' I cleaned up, and read more fluff.

Now that my mind and body was at peace, I decided to check up and alter some of my RWBY Fic ideas/rough drafts.

I wrote the first sentence to a new one, about Penny (being a malfunctioning Droid) and (a Hunter failure -turned Garbage man) Jaune Arc, enjoying life as they can, before something-something plot-that-hasn't-been-made-yet happens... Also they're in space.

Then I made some changes to my 'Rwby Red book of Tales.' Basically a one-shot collection where characters inspired by fairytales are more. Like for example:

This Weiss has black hair and blood red lips. She got her scar from her jealous stepmother. She has a small fear of Corsets and Apples, she also ran away from home with the help of a Huntsman. She ended up living with Klein a Faunus with seven semblance related personalities, before she headed to Vale.

Some are like her and other were influenced more by other versions in different medias.

Then I realized I wasted a good portion of my time alone, by writing something I'll never publish.

Getting over my bout of depression, I read some more Fics, recalling it was Sunday I wanted to get some internet to Sync. So, I can get updates for the stories I'm reading, especially 'The Unseen Hunt' by Coeur Al'Aran.

It was then while I was looking through my Fics that I finished reading,

I found a Fic I don't remember reading. What's more is that it's only category was RWBY, everything else wasn't there, the title was:

"Who Are You?"

'We must have forgot this. Or misplaced it. Weird. Maybe it only has a few words. Yeah, remember that Star Vs. The Forces of Evil story that wouldn't load, probably a bug. We should read it before moving it.'

I must've clicked it, 'cause that was the last thing I remember. Then waking up in a forest, and my mind dissolving into panic mode, where I mentally recap my problems in the harshest way I know and turn myself into a crying depressed ball of angst. From what I gather, that probably what attracted the... Grimm.

'I blacked out. Again, probably.'

'This isn't right. Blacking out and waking up are back-to-back, sure you feel tired, but you wake up. No dreaming involved.'

'My thoughts are only mine. I can't hear anything else. What's going on?'

'I can't speak.'

'D-did I die? Is this death?'

"Who Are You?"

The question came from everywhere, because I'm nowhere. It echoes for what feels like forever, in the span of a second.

'Who am I? I... Have no idea.'

My past feels like a bad prologue, details I need are gone. Even my name.

'I am who I am, or something. My thoughts are the same, whatever this is it's currently giving me a clear mind. But my thoughts are mine, let's get this over with. I feel like I'm back on drugs.

"Who Are You?"

'Doesn't matter. As long as my thoughts are mine, I don't care. For my name I don't know it, but I've never cared about it either.'

"Who Are You?"

'Geez, you want more? Sorry, but that's all I care about.'

"Who Are You?"

"You Are Blu."

'I'm blue? I guess I am sad, but wha- no, wait, is that my name? Oh, yeah RWBY character are colour-coded. I'll need my mind back to think this over.'

_-_-_-_

"You Are Blu."

...

'Fucking Fuck! Blue! We're fucking Blue!'

My internal freak out is the cause of waking up in a bed -not a hospital bed-, and discovering my bangs -which we can't remember, but we're pretty sure, it was normal coloured- is blue, dark blue.

'Looks nice. Plus we like dark colours, would you want it bright pink instead. Fuck no!... Hey. Yeah. What. I'm not controlling you. Oh, that could be problematic. Fuck yeah! No fucking filters! Huh, sounds like only one of us could speak(?) At a time.'

As the voices in head argue ('Crazy train! Woot! Woot!'), I look around the room everything is pretty normal, kinda dull and bland. Reminds me of my foster room ('Or a guest room.').

The lights are off, but I can see pretty well. Must be a full moon, 'Wait' I thought as I gazed outside a window, and saw the broken moon. Oh, its big compared to ours.

'Oh fuck! I forgot we were in RWBY! It does appear so, the Grimm, our hair colour and the Moon. All point to that conclusion. We never did read any good Self-Inserts stories. Fuck. Are we fake. It is likely, a fairly normal day, then through unexplainable and improbable means we appeared in the forest. Sounds like one of our delusions. No existential crisis, please. If we are fake and an poor attempt at FanFic, then we are. Yeah, are-not getting published! We'll just sit and rot like every other Fic's. I have my doubts, but if we were to write this, then it'll be published. Then hopefully by some reason we'll continue to live. Great, crisis avoided.'

Their silent sounds of agreement, were the last to be heard before I drifted in sleep.

My eye squinted, from the bright light. 'What is it? Likely the Sun. More! Sleep! This isn't my old life, we need to get up.'

My head turned away from the Sun, and I saw a note on the nightstand, it read: 'let us know when ya wake.'

'Nice handwriting, typed, not cursive. Most likely written by the head of the household. Male or uneducated female. This spare room indicates a fair income or inheritance. A male heir is more likely, although depending on our location could be female. Either way, lines appear rushed but soft, could be female again, or male with control of his strength, control means trained. Training in RWBY likely connects to Hunters. Next the words. Boo! You're boring and sexist! C'mon this is kinda fun, and it's facts not opinion, for now. We don't know how many of the laws or culture work in RWBY if we weren't shown. It's clearly states more then one person. Education takes the backseat to sophistication, when slang is used. Could be a form of guesswork or a sign that they are laidback. Possibly to relive our stress of waking up in an unfamiliar location. Fun factor is running low and- Food! Likely a laidback Hunter -attitude overwrites gender- who found and brought us to their home, possibility of this being a trap a low. You know, that's the first time I've heard something good from you. Even when the odd were low, you kept talking. Food! And you not making me feel guilty, is nice.'

"Hello!" My high pitched voice called out, after I sat up and felt a warm breeze.

'High pitched?' I looked down at my body... I'm a girl.

'I didn't know. was I a girl before? Our body appears vulnerable and- Naked! Exposed. Give me a moment to go over the new variables. Oh, and likelihood of a trap has risen.'

When the door opened, I didn't check. I took a moment to examine my body. My naked scarred body, I traced my fresh scars, they were all over my body. Crisscrossed claw marks, big and small teeth imprints. My fingers went over small material, I'm assuming were stitches, my fingers met and they felt numb upon each other. I felt my stomach drop and tears filled my vision.

I felt the phantom pain I been ignoring, the sensation of my body being treated like a chew toy, I didn't black out, I just repressed the memories. They came back with the pain. It hurt. I thought I was familiar with pain. I was wrong. It hurt. Being in a car crash was jarring but it wasn't this painful. Cracking you fingers, breaking your wrist and snapping your arm wasn't this painful. It hurt.

I always dealt with that pain alone. Now I feel like a baby crying for its mother. I don't want to be me anymore.

Congrats on your new job hosting [RWBY meets my OCs] Blu, it's the only reason this was posted.Next chapters, I just play around as a God, and make her do random things.