Mandatory Disclaimer: I don't own either of these series… Wow, I feel like this is the first time in a long time that I've actually done a serious disclaimer to start a chapter. Huh. Feels Weird.

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Prologue | Insemination.

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His legs felt heavy as he continued to trudge forward. Left foot, and then right foot… The both of them felt impossibly heavy as he drug whatever remained of his body through the unknown environment that he now found himself in.

Every part of his body was presently screaming at him, pleading with him to stop pushing forward. To quit it with all of his useless strugglings and just let wherever he was take him, but there was just something inside of him that kept him from doing so. That reminded him of what would happen if he were to allow himself the luxury of falling face first into the sand and wasting away.

He needed to keep going. He needed to save them. There were no 'if's', 'and's', or 'but's' about it. No complaints. No compromises. He wasn't going to let himself die until he did. If his body even attempted to disagree, he needed to squash the thought instantly, before any of it could spread to the rest of his body.

Negative thoughts for him, right now of all times, would act like cancer. It would grow and grow, festering with every burning step that he took, before then bringing his entire body to a screeching halt as it took the last of whatever energy he had left.

That couldn't happen. He wouldn't let it. Not for the fires that erupted within his joints with each grinding movement; not for the walls of invisible force and grit that continuously, relentlessly slammed into his front… Not even for the three holes in his body that made it seem like hot, molten steel was steadily pouring out of him.

Forward… Keep going… Come on… As he trudged forward, those words bounced around through his head relentlessly, his mind playing the role of an empty, stalagmite and stalactite-filled hole in the ground and the words themselves acting as though they were being played out of a broken speaker. AGH! SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Stopping his impossible trek through the sand, he reached both his hands up and gripped at the sides of his head and began to pull on his sticky, matted hair. He needed to get it all out of his head. Everything. Even the thoughts that kept him pushing forward, the thoughts that stopped him from dying. Every time a word went through his head, it made him feel worse and worse. Every… Single… Goddamn… Time…

Forwards… Just have to keep moving forward… One step at a— He thought that but unfortunately, his failing body refused to comply and his legs just gave out from under his weight, causing him to begin falling forwards.

Dull but still insanely intense pain roared through his body when it made contact with the sand that he had been trying (in vain) to traverse for what seemed like an eternity. The still very open holes in his body didn't help with the pain either, as the impact had forcibly shoved an unimaginable amount of sand particles right into them.

Body reflexively shriveling up into a ball upon feeling the extreme burning and irritation that the sand caused, he felt the beginning of a pained wail rise up in his throat, but he forced himself to stop before he could waste the energy.

Keep going… Come on, keep fucking going…! The words he told himself were harsh and much crasser than he'd normally use, but they were enough for him to shift out fetal position and roll onto his stomach. Reaching out in front of him with a shaky hand, he dug his strengthless fingers into the sand and tried to drag himself forwards, but he found himself not even a centimeter closer to his goal as the sand just absorbed his clawing, nullifying the effort completely. You aren't dead yet…! You can still—! You can still—!

When that last thought died in his head, that was when he felt his arm fall limp against the ground and with that, came an overwhelming feeling of powerlessness. It overtook him so fast, yet it still came agonizingly slow, like a tide that was coming to drown a man that had been buried up to his neck in sand.

As he lay there motionlessly, waiting for the wave that was unconscious overtake to him completely, a single positive thought crept into his mind. A small part of himself wanted to thank the sand that caused him so much anguish.

Why? Because that very anguish provided him some sense of grounding. If it were not for that, he would've thought that he had spent the entire time struggling in an empty void and that prospect in itself, filled him with more dread than anything. At least, after all of his thrashing around against the cold grip of death, he could say that he tried. That, he didn't just lie down and die like the weakling he used to be. Really, it wasn't much to take solace in, but it was something at the very least.

As he lay there on the irritating sand, motionless and completely drained of all energy, he could feel the last of his being begin to slip away from his body, strangely reminding him of how it felt to lie down in the rain. What he knew he was and his very perception of the world around him felt like all of the individual drops of water combining into much larger ones, before then slowly traveling down the surface of his skin, eventually reaching the ground and evaporating away.

…Hm, what…? That thought ran through his head as he noticed one more thing before consciousness left him. The sand underneath him… It had moved…

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The first thing that told him that he wasn't dead just quite yet was the warmth that surrounded him. It wasn't any sort of natural warmth like one would get from the rays of the Sun, but an oppressive kind. One that suffocated and pressed in on him from all sides like a sort of mushy, slimy vice.

Wha… What the…?

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Chapter End.

Here. New project for your faces. This time I'm going to be the pretentious and artsy ass that I've become over the past few months. Expect more original content from this one. Like, don't even expect actual canon RWBY plot to show up for a decent bit.

I'll probably end up updating once every month given all that's happening in my life right now. Note, this chapter is probably going to be the shortest of the story.

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