All it Takes is One Bad Day.

AN: Hello everyone! Sam here. This is my first story and I have no idea where I am going with this. Depending on the reviews, this will either be a one-shot, or a full-on story. I have a plan for if I continue, but I'm going to save that for later. For now, ENJOY!

'Thoughts'

"Speech"

*Sounds*

'Can high school get any more boring? Sheesh!' I'm walking from my last class of the day to my car, already exhausted and ready for food. 'At least I'm only here for half the day. How I made it through the first three years, I will never know.' Coming up on my car, I look in the driver side window to check how I look. 'Hair's still black and messy, that's not new. Getting a bit scruffy, I need to shave tomorrow. Grey outside and blue interior zipper hoodie, black shirt, navy blue jeans, white and black high tops with red accents, all good. Black eyes are black, and I'm still a bit fluffy! I'm five seven, and go to the gym every day, I shouldn't be fluffy damnit!'

Finishing my check and self-beratement, I open up my car and place my stuff inside before climbing in myself. The car itself looks like the future and Mad Max collaborated to make this monstrosity. I took an old 2005 navy blue Mustang body and placed it on a Jeep Wrangler drivetrain. Next, I rebuilt the engine from the ground up, starting with a brand new V-8 engine block and finishing with a custom supercharger I put together. Then I armored the entire body with four inches of re-forged steel. With the armor in place, I put on bullet proof windshields, windows and two 200-gallon fuel tanks in the trunk. Once everything was in place, I reinforced the chassis and body with a custom-built roll cage, raised and rebuilt the suspension, and topped it off with a battering ram for a front bumper. After I finished the body and engine work, I added a bit of flare to the car. I let the body rust a bit, and put 400 12-guage shotgun shells of various types in the car, 800 rounds of desert eagle ammo, a desert eagle, and a nova tactical shotgun. The whole project was for my dad's E-3 costume, when Mad Max the game came out, but he let me keep it as my first car. Unbeknown to him, I stashed the pistol in the glove box, the shotgun in the center console, and the ammunition under the back seat.

I turned the car on, hearing thunder roll over the parking lot. 'Damn, I really hope it doesn't pour on the way home. Last thing I need on a Friday, people getting into accidents on the highway.' Looking out at the sky above my intended route, I see a large, grey-black mass hovering above the highway, the rain visible for miles. '…I just had to think it.' "Since nothing is going my way today, might as well say it! What else could go wrong!" With those words, I pulled out of the parking lot and made my way to the highway.

I make it onto the onramp when I notice the highway was empty. 'That's odd… there's always some tra- '*BOOOM!* "THE FUCK?!" Lighting had struck the highway behind me, causing the car to swerve from my shock and the proximity to ground zero. I look up, seeing nothing but heavy rain interrupted by bright flashes.

"…...Ah. Well, shit," I say as I gun the engine, hopping the speed will allow me to escape the worst of the storm. The lighting only increases in frequency and power, each strike landing closer and closer to the vehicle. Even as I desperately floor the gas, I know there's no way I'm living through this.

'Well dad, at least you can use this as a lesson for Contessa. Baby sis, sorry I missed your first birthday. Mom, I'm sorry I ca- 'my internal monolog interrupted by the lightning as it finally strikes my car, the flash encompassing my vision.

'…you know, for being in a supposed fireball of gas, it's not that warm…. Am I not dead?' Opening my eyes, the first thing I see is a fast-approaching steel wall to a warehouse. "SHIT!"

I yank on the wheel, the spikes on the ram scraping the wall, ripping a five-foot-long hole into the warehouse before I slam on the brakes. As the car finally skids to a stop, all I can do is sit and think.

'What the hell?! How the hell am I not dead?! HOW THE FUCK DID I END UP HERE?! I'M ONLY SEVENTEEN! I'M TOO YOUNG FOR THIS SHIT! THE FU-' A tapping on the window interrupts my panic attack. Without thinking, I open the door and fall out of the car, my body still shaking from the adrenalin in my system. Before I can get my bearings, I'm kicked onto my back. The first thing my mind registers is the gun suddenly thrust in my face. My body reacts while I'm still in shock, my hand shooting up and grabbing the barrel, forcing it up while I kick my leg in the person's direction. I'm rewarded with a loud crack, followed by the guy's grip failing on the gun and a thud some distance away. Finally getting my head on straight, I sit up and look at the guy, who is now screaming on the ground in pain. Standing up, I notice the man on the ground has white robes over his black clothes, a half-mask with slits for eyes, a broken leg, and… FUCKING DOG EARS?!

"I knew furries were weird, but really?! Armed security?! What the hell, man?!" Before I can get closer to the man, a door on the warehouse burst open. Men and women wearing the same uniform as the guy on the ground rush out of the building with guns and… swords?! Each of the people there had a unique animal characteristic, like ears, horns, or a tail. They look at Whitey (had to give him a name, it got annoying referring to the guy as, well, guy), before snapping their gazes to me.

"…uh, hi?" I say with a small wave of my hand, forgetting I still had Whitey's gun in it.

"He took out Bob! Get him!" The woman in front yells before charging at me, sword held high.

"Shit!" I yell as I jump back into the still running car. I slam the door shut, toss the gun into the passenger seat, and floor the gas. Rubber burns in a massive burnout cloud, the sound of the tires screeching the only thing I hear as the car pulls away.

'The fuck was that?! Since when did… maybe just a weird as hell gang. Good news, I got out in one piece. Bad news, they probably want my head on a pike. One problem at a time. Figure out where the hell I am, call family, find a way home.' *Crash! * I hear glass shatter around the corner, only to find a young girl in a red hood with- 'HOW THE HELL CAN SHE LIFT THAT AND WHERE CAN I FIND ONE?!'-a red sythe standing in front of several thugs and a red head in a white suit holding a cane. I gun the engine, the roar catching everyone's attention. Before anyone can react, I slide into a drift with the battering ram catching Whitey 2's legs, the body of the car slamming into the thugs. They were sent flying, the closest one landing thirty feet away from the car once it came to a stop. Whitey 2 is on the ground, nursing a gash on his leg while Little Red is standing there, blinking. Whitey 2 stands up, pointing his cane at Little Red when I come out of the car with the nova in my hands and ammo in my hoodie's pockets.

"That's far enough Grey. Don't move if you don't want Red here to eat Dust!" Whitey 2 emphasizes his point by pressing a button on his cane, causing a sight to pop up at the end of it.

"Okay! Okay, just don't shoot- "I say while pointing my gun at... him? Before being interrupted by Red impaling her sythe into the ground and cocking a bolt built into it, the staff portion pointing in the opposite direction of Whitey 2. "… is that sythe a gun?"

Red glances in my direction before glaring (read pouting adorably in anger) at Whitey 2, "Yup! Now don't move Torchwick!"

"Torchwick? Are you talking to me or Whitey 2?"

They stop their stare down and look at me. "Whitey… 2?" They say in unison before Torchwick? Takes something out of his pocket and throws it at Red.

"Look out!" I yell before shooting the crystal Torchwick threw.

The crystal exploded in a fireball before quickly dissipating.

"Look!" She yells while pointing at Torchwick climbing a ladder up a nearby building.

"Stay here. I'll go after him!" I say before running to the ladder, climbing it significantly faster than he did. Torchwick is waiting on the other side of the roof by the time I make it there. I'm about to yell when Red uses her gun-sythe to hop to the roof?! 'This shit just gets weirder and weirder…'

"Hey!" She yells, holding her sythe at the ready. Torchwick is about to reach into his pocket again when I shout, "Try it and I'll blow your arm off! Hands where I can see them and drop the cane!"

His hand stops, but he makes no move to follow the rest of my commands. I walk forward with my shotgun pointed at him when a flying… VTOL comes out of no-where. A hatch opens on the side of the craft, but before he can move, I fire at one of the engines. The buck-shot tears into the metal like a hot knife through butter, but the engine still works, barely. I'm about to fire another round when Torchwick whacks me in the jaw with his cane. The hit knocks me over, but all of us stare at the cane itself, now snapped in half.

"What are you made of, kid?" he mutters to himself before boarding the… airship? Once aboard, he makes his way to the cockpit and switches places with someone. The person steps into the hold, the only parts of her visible are her legs and her dress. Said dress is now glowing and- 'SHIT!' "First armed furries, then everything is a gun, now FUCKING MAGIC?!" I look up in frustration, seeing the shattered moon for the first time since I arrived. "THE MOON TOO?! WHERE THE HELL DID THAT STORM SEND ME?!" I stand and unload the nova into the ship with a wordless roar, opening holes all over it and one of the balls of buckshot found a nice home in the pyromancers kneecap. She fell to the floor of the craft before her dress lit up again. She launched a fireball the size of a car at Red while screaming for Roman to, "Get us out of here!"

When I saw the flames gather in her hands, I moved towards Red, planning on body checking her out of the way. I knew I would never make it in time so I settled for taking the hit for her. I caught her in my arms and forced us around so we were facing away from the impending fire. Just as the heat became painful, I caught a glimpse of movement in the corner of my eye. Realizing my back wasn't cooked, I let Red go and turned around, gazing upon a pale skinned blond woman with glasses. She had green eyes, and was wearing a white blouse with black pants. She also had a black cape with bronze colored studs on it, and a tiara emblem of the same color positioned between her shoulders. In her hand was a "Really? Of all things to save us, you use a fricken riding crop? I'm so done with this shit." I start walking back to the ladder, throwing my hands in the air while the two of them watch me. "Nice meeting you Red, thanks for the save your highness. Bye!" I start sliding down the ladder, only to stop suddenly. I'm surrounded by a purple glow and lifted until my feet are on the roof again.

"And where do you think you're going? The two of you are coming with me." She calmly states.

"One, I'm going back to my car, you know, the one down there?" I say, pointing down at the vehicle in question. She looks at my car, then back at me. "And two, I know you just saved us, but kidnapping is a little much." I deadpan. 'Honesty, just leave me alone. I just want to go home!'

"Kidnapping? She's a Huntress!" Red exclaims before zipping in front of the now identified Huntress. "Can I have your autograph?" She asks her with stars in her eyes.

"A what?" I ask. 'Huntress? You know what, no.' "Never-mind. I'll go with you on three conditions."

She glares at me. "And these conditions are?"

"One, you tell me your name. I don't think you'd appreciate being called a dominatrix, even if it is just my thoughts."

They stare at me in confusion, until Red asks, "What's a dom-in-a-trix?"

My eyes go wide. "That is not something you need to know kid!" I yell with a blush, "Now, your names?"

The woman raises an eyebrow at my outburst. "My name is Glynda Goodwitch."

"I'm Ruby. Ruby Rose." Re- no Ruby tells me.

"What's your name?" She asks, slightly tilting her head and collapsing her sythe.

"I'm formally known as Derrick Bastone (bas-ton), but you can call me Patch." I tell her. 'Wait, Ruby Rose?! I'm in RWBY?!'

Goodwitch cut into the conversation, "And what are your other conditions, Mr. Bastone?"

"Some dinner and a bed, Glynda. Right now, the only things I own are that car, and everything on my person." 'I have to keep this under wraps. Oh man, Cinder must be pissed!'

"I can provide that. Please follow me." She says as she makes her way to the ground. I follow behind, sliding down the ladder again, only my foot got caught on a rung, forcing me off seventeen feet from the ground. I land on my back, cratering the ground a little. The two run to me, stopping short when they see the crater I left. I point to it, "Yeah, I don't know either. Let's just go."

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I'm sitting in an interrogation room, waiting for Goodwitch to come back. She took Ruby to a separate room and told me to wait here. That was half an hour ago. Just as I was thinking about getting up, Goodwitch and a man with silver hair wearing a suit of various shades of green, walk in. The man has a tray in his hands, a plate with steak, mashed potatoes and green beans, silverware and two coffee cups, one with an emblem printed on the side, rest upon it. He places the tray down in front of me as Goodwitch pulls out a tablet thing. 'Not even going to think about it. FOOD!' The man takes the cup with the emblem and sips it.

"Derrick Bastone."

I stop daydreaming. "Yes?"

"May I ask where you learned to do this?" He asks, pointing to the tablet. Said tablet is now showing a video of everything that happened after I took out the thugs.

"I didn't learn it, sir. Most of that was reflexes and frustration getting the better of me."

"Really now?" He quirks an eyebrow. "That partially explains why we were unable to locate you in any combat school system. Care to explain why neither Ms. Goodwitch, or myself, can locate any record of you in the kingdom?"

I glance at the camera in the room. "I'm not exactly from around here. Hell, I don't think I'm from this world, to be honest."

"What do you mean?" Goodwitch asks. She crosses her arms and gives me a slight glare. "Do not play games with us, Mr. Bastone."

I give her a smug smile. "Who's playing games? I just want to eat, then a bed. I'm kinda stranded here. Being dead usually stops people from searching for you." I say like I just told her the weather.

Both of them are stunned for a moment. The man regains composure first and asks, "Being dead?"

"I am fairly confident I died on my old world and was somehow transferred here. The car I drove here was struck by lightning, which should have detonated the fuel in the tanks. There's enough gas in there to turn a full city block into a massive bonfire. But, instead of getting roasted, I ended up on the outskirts of this city. First thing I did was almost crash into a warehouse and from there, everything has just gotten weirder and weirder. I don't want to talk about my home, trying to suppress what happened so I can keep it together. At least until I go to sleep."

The hummed to himself, taking a sip of his coffee. "In that case, I am Headmaster Ozpin of Beacon Academy." He held out his hand for a shake.

"Nice to meet you sir," I say as I shake his hand. "Am I correct in assuming you want me in your school, headmaster?"

"You would indeed, Mr. Bastone. What do you say?"

'Nothing to lose, everything to gain. Without this offer, I'm stuck on the streets.' "As long as there's room and board, I accept." I say with a small smile.

"Welcome to Beacon, Mr. Bastone."

'Well Remnant, looks like there's going to be a few changes around here.' I look at the two of them while eating the food. 'Time to get to work.'

AN: Holy crap! First story and first chapter. Already 3k words. Wow. Anyway, I have no idea if I should keep this a one shot or expand it. And before you ask, yes, everything that seemed off will be explained later if I continue the story.

Like, follow, review and all that jazz. I will answer reviews with PMs if this stays a one-shot. If not, the answers will appear in Chapter 2.

Later!