Hello there! I'm Littleswiss and this is my second story in the RWBY universe! I hope that you will enjoy it. I don't know when I will update the second chapter; I got two other stories on the fire. Please do not hesitate to leave a review and to follow/favorite this story. All constructive criticisms are welcomed!

Disclamer: I don't own RWBY, it belong to Rooster teeth and Monty Oum.

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You certainly know that it is the dream of a lot of people to go and live in one of their favorite fictional world. There are a lot of stories, more commonly known as fanfiction. These types of fanfiction are also called self-insert. These "self-insert" stories have a simple concept; A character, from our world, suddenly is thrown inside a fictional world, from their own will or not, and are often told in the first person. But as you can guess, you cannot just go there and expect to not give something in exchange. Normally it is, of course, the fact that you cannot go back to your old world. I'm telling you this, dear reader, because it is exactly what is going too happened. But before I, the narrator of this story, can continue, and let's see who our "happy" winner for this story is.

The story started inside an office like the one we all know: a desk with a number of chairs present, a fan on it, an everyday plant inside a pot in the corner of the room and a window on the right wall. Of course the desk had some photos on it and a phone. The office was not empty, two people were present. One was sitting on a chair and was clearly not at ease: he was fidgeting with his hands. This person was a young man with brown short hair and deep brown eyes. He was wearing a costume with a black jacket, a white shirt underneath with a tie and black pants. He had a back pack with him that was at his feet. As stated before the young man was not at ease. And for a good reason, he was having an interview, well not exactly the typical one. He was not really tall or short, around 5 feet and 7 inches (for Americans) or around 170cm (for the rest) and was a light weight. He had some normal facial features. Only his nose was a little different: it had a mark on it. Not a birthmark, but the result of a number of accidents that resulted in breaking his nose that leaved a purple mark.

He kept looking at his hands before and looked up to the person that was at the other side of the desk and currently reading his files. This person was wearing rectangular glasses on the bridge of his nose and the classic costume of the businessman. He also had a very dark goatee, some messy black hair and something that was poking out of his head that were… horns. That wasn't all; he didn't have pants because at the place of having human legs, he had legs that looked like they belonged to a goat. Yes, dear reader, you guessed right. The person that was just described was the devil himself, also known as Lucifer or Satan. Lucifer finished reading the file and looked at the young man.

"So mister…. Wilhelm." He started looking at the file to be sure of the name. "From what I understood, you want to make a contract to make a wish, in exchange of your soul correct?" Asked the prince of all evil. He didn't receive an oral answer, just a nod from Mister Wilhelm. He was too nervous to answer orally. At that, the devil sighed before taking of his pair of glasses before pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I will be frank. I appreciate that you were the one to contact me for this. But I cannot grant your wish in exchange of your soul. You see, what you demand need you to have commit something pretty evil. And from you file, you don't drink, you don't kill or hurt other. Heaven, you didn't even commit one of the seven deadly sins!" Exclaimed Satan before placing his glasses on his nose again.

"I hope that you see my point? Because if I were to accept, that would be bad for business." At that, the young man nodded before he finally managed to have the courage to say something.

"Hmm, there would be something that could change that." He hesitantly said. At that, Lucifer brought his hand together before leaning forward a bit, meaning to him to continue.

"Well… I didn't put it in my personal file, but… I'm *mumble*" He said.

"Excuse me; I didn't quite catch what you just said."

"I'm a *more mumble*"

"Please, be clear because you are wasting my time, and time is souls." Satan exclaimed in exasperation. He was going to add something when he was rudely interrupted.

"I'M A VIRGIN, OKAY?!" the brown haired man suddenly shouted. Realizing what he just said, he became red in embarrassment and was trying to make himself as small as possible. Hearing this answer, the devil was wide eyed and mouth agape, but he quickly recovered.

"Ohhhhhh. Now That changes everything! Well Mister Wilhelm, I think we can start talking business." He exclaimed in joy before making appear, in flames, a contract. He gave it to his future client. Receiving it, the "customer" started reading it. It said:

By signing this contract, you accept to have your soul taken as a payment in return for the wish you want. Specifically you demanded to be relocated inside the world of your choice. Of course to do that, you need to pay immediately, but as your soul will be collected, you will be still able to live your life and you will only join hell when you will lose it. Blah, blah, blah. You decide to be directly put inside the world, with all of your memory and not being reborn. Blah, blah.

And: I, blank, accept this contract and have taken in consideration the different laws that surround this contract and accepted them.

Signed blank.

"Hum, excuse me, but I didn't understand the part where I need to pay immediately. If I do that, how will I be able to live without my soul?" Asked the young man.

"Oh well, as it is said in the contract, your soul will be collected before you enter the world. It will be in "stasis" if you want and when you will die, you will "wake up" in hell. "Explained Satan. Hearing the answer to his question, Mister Wilhelm made an "ohhh, okay."

"Well, does this contract seem acceptable to you?" Ask the prince of darkness. A nod was the answer.

"Great." He said before he snapped his finger and in a burst of flame, appeared a pen. He gave it to his future client, that when he received it, read a second time the contract to be sure and finally, took his courage in his hands and signed it. When that was done, Lucifer took the contract, rolled it before it burst in flamed and disappeared.

"Great, well, be ready because the contract is at immediate effect." Quickly said Lucifer before everything became flames.

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Remnant, unknown forest.

For a brief moment of time, everything was very, very hot and Mister Wilhelm fainted. When he woke up, he was met with the sight of light being filtered by the branches of trees and the smell of nature. He was lying in some kind of forest. He tried to get up but was quickly assaulted by a strong headache and quickly gave up the idea of getting up. He waited until the headache became more endurable before he get up slowly. When he was in a sitting position, he looked around then at himself. He wasn't in his costume but was wearing his favorite red flannel shirt and his dark blue jean. It was only when he looked around a second time that he saw his backpack on his right. He took it and quickly saw that inside was a letter with his name on it. He took it out before looking again inside and saw some spare clothes, a flashlight, some food (sandwiches if you wanted to know) and an envelope with something inside it. He took it out and placed it next to the letter. He took the letter, unfolded it and started reading it:

Dear David Wilhelm, we thank you to have chosen Tartarus corporation to make you wish come true! We have the pleasure to tell you that your transaction was accepted and hope that everything will be as you wished. We also wanted to pinpoint the fact that by the quality of your offering, we add some bonuses inside your backpack. Here is the list: Food (sandwiches), spare clothes, a toilet bag, a first aid-kit, a flashlight and some local changes (inside the envelope). If, by any chance, something is missing, please circle with a pen the object in question.

Thank you,

Lucifer, The prince of all darkness.

P.s: Please keep this letter preciously, it is also certificate that will be used when an agent will come and visit you to see how you are doing.

After reading through, the now named David, looked inside his backpack to make sure that all items listed in the letter where effectively there, except for the toilet bag. He took a pencil that were in one of the many pockets of his backpack and circled the words toilet bag. Directly after he did that, a little burst of flames appeared in front of him and when it disappeared, the toilet bag was there. He took it and put it inside his bag. He searched inside the pockets and found his compass but the sting was spinning madly.

Well of course I'm in a different world, so the magnetic pole would be different. He thought. Well he was lost inside an unknown forest with food that could last him a little. Heh, he wasn't going to complain and so started to walk in a random direction, trying to hear a nearby river. He knew that if he followed a river, there would higher chance to found a village or a settlement. After a while, he didn't hear anything and went the other direction. Finally, after thirty minutes of walking he heard flowing water. He continued towards the noise until he found a river. He was thinking what direction to take when his stomach decided to make itself known.

Well first let's eat. Then let's take a decision. He put on the floor his bag and opened it, taking one of the sandwiches. He unwrapped it from the aluminum foil and took a bite. He was surprised by the taste of it. It wasn't disgusting; on the contrary, it was one hell of a sandwich. After finishing it, he took the foil and put it in one of the pockets his backpack had. He rose up from the ground and looked right, seeing nothing but the river and the nearby forest. He then looked left and after a careful observation, he saw some smoke on the horizon. Smoke meant village, village meant people. His decision taken, he walked to the left.

After one hour, approximately, he was beginning to see the outskirt of the village. On the way, the smoke became more and more big and black. And now he knew why: the entire village was in ruins, some buildings and houses were on fire. Corpses were lying around, some half eaten, parts of body were here and there and there was blood everywhere. Seeing all of these, David felt sick and quickly throw up his previously eaten sandwich. After only bile was coming out, he got up and wiped his mouth. When he found a semblance of calm he looked again. He wanted to get out of here but a morbid fascination won and he went deeper inside the smoldering ruins of the village. He was in the middle of it where the town hall was. With carefulness, he entered the building as quietly as possible but quickly got out, the smell was horrible. He walked in a random direction and when he was next to a library, if the half-burned books were of any indications, he heard something. He quickly looked in the direction where the noise came from and froze in place. From the shadow of the building, one pair of blood red eyes appeared, they were coming in his direction. Quickly, one pair became two and became three, then four. The creatures that came from the shadows looked like very big werewolves, with black fur and bone like masks with red marking on it. Beowolfs he thought in fright. David couldn't move a muscle; he was completely frozen in place by fear. The beowolfs sniffed in his direction and were getting nearer. Were they were in front of him; the leader of the small pack sniffed him he looked at him intensely, as if he was thinking what the hell David was. After a minute of staring at him, the beowolf went back and leaved with his pack, leaving David both confused and relieved at the same time.

When he was sure that the pack of beowolfs was gone, he took a breath he didn't know he was holding. He looked at the library, where the monster came from and curiosity won again. He ventured in the building. It was like outside; shelves had fallen and were broken, some corpses were lying there and of course blood was everywhere. His stomach was in a very tight knot and David wanted to throw up but he knew that nothing but bile was going to come out. He was quickly cut of his internal struggle when he heard a gasp of air. Surprised by the sudden noise, he quickly turned around to see a person, a living and breathing person, well not for long if the missing part up to the knee of his right leg was of any indication. It was bleeding profusely. The man, yes that was a man, was in such a pain that he didn't even noticed David that was standing a few feet from him.

"Shit." David swore. He felt sick but he knew that he needed to do something and fast. Apparently his swearing was heard because the bleeding man was suddenly aware of his presence and started babbling something, most likely to help him.

From the perspective of the wounded man, everything was a world of pain. All he could see was blurring image of someone standing in front of him, and that someone was coming closer. He couldn't look anymore and close his eyes because the pain was unbearable. He suddenly shouted in pain, even in his wounded state, by a sudden sharp burning sensation in the place of the knee and quickly blacked out from the pain.

Well that was fortunate that a burning plank was nearby. He had used it to cauterize the limp. Of course he didn't stop there and started treating the wound the best as he could but before that he made a makeshift tourniquet. After he finished, he wiped the sweat from his brows. When the adrenaline stopped rushing he started feeling weak and lied next to the unconscious man.

Well, that was one hell of a first day. He thought he felt asleep by the cumulated stress and fatigue of the day.

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And done. So what did you think about it? Did you like it? Please leave a review. Thank you for reading.

Thank you, Littleswiss