A/N: Check out original AU story at AMVmaster's account. Link below

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So one of my best friends AMVmaster aka Hamish aka David Wright; decided to make an AU story in Remnant with the older generation when they were young. I.e. team STRQ when they were at Beacon. And my version which will tie in with his at a later date is set in Atlas.

What happens when you go to Vegas, wake up the next morning in a different place and with no memory of what happened the night before.

What if said place was a bad world to be in and we had to survive. Kill or be killed.

What if memories come back slowly and the pieces start falling into place.

What if all this shit happens and more.

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Now on to the story…

Prologue

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Justis, and I am an alcoholic. Or at least I think I am. Now allow me to tell you the two questions that have been swirling around my head for the past five minutes.

First; Where the fuck am I? And second Where the hell is my shirt?

Currently, I just woke up with a slight headache, that got a little wos\rse when I opened my eyes and saw the fucking sun burning down, the light was too much! At first I winced in pain, then blinked a little thinking 'Shit! The sun's brighter than normal.'

I shook my head and blinked again to find myself in an alleyway? I think, i'm not too sure, hold on let me just stand up, oh hello. Now that I am standing up it feels kinda cold now. 'Weird.' I looked down to see that I was not wearing my shirt.

I was wearing my white hooded jacket, unbuttoned like usual, and my brown cargo shorts, topped off with my green DC sneakers.

I looked towards the entrance of the alleyway, my headache pounding. My vision was blurred so I couldn't see everything in clear detail.

I staggered my way through the alley until I got to the entrance. I shook my head and cleared my vision a little bit. I glanced up the street, and saw all the people walking down the street, minding their own business and so on.

I thought it was like any other busy street, but when I narrowed my eyes slightly and looked at their phones, well they weren't phones per say they looked more like those scrolls? You know like how you see in that anime RWBY.

I blinked a couple of times, as I looked at the street itself and saw how sleek everything is and how clean it was, as well as bright also.

I blinked a couple of times more. Then I gazed up into the sky. I saw a blimp thing in the air that had 'Ha' I laughed at the sight of the Schnee family logo on the side of it.

I blinked another couple of times as I took in everything.

Scrolls

Sleek Clean Stuff

Blimp with Schnee logo

Animal People.

'Huh' Wait animal people? I scanned around. A few of the people walking about their every day-to-day lives, had Fucking animal limbs.

Some had tails, others had ears. There was even one with a horse's face. At least nearly half of the animal people had animal appendages in someplace or another.

Now I know where I am, but I don't know where I am? Obviously Remnant was quite a large place, so which part was I in?

I looked around with a blank face, trying to find a clue or several detailing where in Remnant I was. It wasn't until I saw the words "Atlas" on the side of a transport truck.

'Okay' I thought to myself. 'Now I know where I am, the next question is; Where the fuck is Hamish?!' My shirt was now forgotten. 'Where the hell could the fuckhead have gone to?'

I began to search the general area for any signs of Hamish, but what ended up happening was once I realised there was no sign of him, I remembered my phone.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, as well as a second phone that did not belong to me. 'I'll call him and see where he is.' I thought.

I dialled his number and then the second phone started going off. "Shit" I said. I picked it up and saw "J-man" as the caller id. "Fucking Fucknuts!" I yelled. Some of the passer-bys looked at me weirdly.

Then I had a second thought. 'Shit! I have his phone, he is not going to be happy.' Now that I started thinking about it, what would happen if he realised he didn't have his phone…

With Hamish Now

"Where the hell's my phone! I found my hat, but where in hell is my phone?" Hamish asked himself, as he searched through the woods of Forever Fall, trying to find his phone, but failing to realise it isn't there.

Back With Me

'Meh, I'll just give it back to him when I see him later.' I thought to myself. I switched both his and my phone off to save the battery for later. Then I placed them into my cargo shorts zip-up pocket.

'I always thought Atlas would be snowy, considering this is where the Ice Queens live.' I shrugged, zipped up my jacket for the first time, pulled on my hood and headed down the sidewalk.

Eventually I found a bar, but just as I was about to make my way inside there was anexplosion behind me. I turned to see a store across the road had been blown up. Flames and smoke were everywhere.

Good news, I wasn't anywhere near the explosion to be affected. I decided to go see the explosion. I got halfway across the road when I saw it. A giant robot mecha that stood eight feet high. Instead of hands it had miniguns, and it appeared real bulky.

The robot had missile pods on it's shoulders. It looked very scary and intimidating. A quick glance told me that everyone was racing in the opposite direction to the mecha.

I on the other hand stood there thinking. 'Where can I get a drink around here?' Then I remembered the bar that was right behind me. 'Man, how could I forget this place.' I thought to myself as I strode in through the front door of the bar.

The place was deserted. Probably because there was a mecha outside. 'Yeah that's the reason' I told myself. I took a look around the bar and saw perfectly good beer all over the place.

I raced over to the actual bar, grabbed an unopened drink and took a sip. I let the flavor roll in my mouth for a total of point six seconds, before I spat it out. "OH THAT'S FUCKING GROSS!" I yelled. "I want a refund." I then realised there was no-one there and I didn't pay for the drink.

'What the FUCK happened last night. Why is my memory kaput?' I asked myself. I looked at the bottle. I realised I had picked up a bad drink, but the label didn't say what type.

So I took another swig to try and find out where I tasted this beer before. I spat out the second mouthful but remembered what type of beer it was. "Fucking Aussies." I said as I threw the bottle away. I was not expecting the response of a boom and wood crushing. Then sliding as a body slid down part of the bar.

I headed towards the counter which is where the noise was coming from. There was a moan then a cry of "Ouch" I peeked over the counter and saw a guy about my height, just an inch shorter. He was wearing a standard grey camo army uniform. He had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

He wore black combat boots, and he had an awfully large holster on his right thigh. He had a cap on his head that was grey and white, which covered his black hair.

The biggest scariest part I noticed in the four seconds I had to take in his appearance was the mother fucking huge Revolver, in his right hand, that appeared high tech and seemed like it would have a recoil like a mother.

He groaned and rubbed his head with his left hand. "Man, That is going to hurt in the morning." He said. He began to stand up. "You okay down there?" I asked. It was my fault he was injured the bottle hitting him on the head.

His head spun round insanely fast. "Shit, civilian, what are you doing here? You should be evacuating the area, don't you know there's a huge, very dangerous robot on the loose, that plans to eradicate anything he classes as a threat." He explained.

I looked at his with confusion."Do I look like I pose a threat? I mean maybe when I'm pissed off, yeah. Except I haven't been pissed off for a while. So I don't think I need to worry about getting hurt. You on the other hand though…" I replied pointing at the revolver.

"You pose a lot of a bigger threat than I do. Biggest threat I've ever seen If i've ever seen one." I added. The guy growled, stood fully upright and stared me right in the eyes.

"Look kid, leave before that thing comes in here and kills us!" I shrugged and I picked up a bottle of what I thought was Vodka and hoped wasn't aussie beer. "Yeah, buddy, you look like you're my age sooooo… No thanks" I said taking a swig out of the bottle, then spitting it out.

I looked at the label. 'Maybe I should read these before taking a swig.' I thought to myself as I read "Bleach" on the bottle. 'Who the fuck puts bleach in a glass bottle then keeps it at a bar?' I threw the bottle over my shoulder and heard it smash on the wall behind me.

"Alright dude, what are you going to do now, Mr what's your name?" I asked. The dude sighed. "Ironwood, James Ironwood." He answered. I smirked at the guy. "Well, the names Justis Killaminjaro." I said. 'I should celebrate my brand new name. Wait did he just say his name was Ironwood?'

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'Well this is ironically benefiting for some reason or another.

Chapter Start.

"Look civilian, you need to evacuate before…" James didn't finish due to the front of the bar exploded. The force blew the stool I was sitting on from under my ass. I found my feet just as I was thrown to the ground.

I opened my eyes and saw James above me. "Look man, I don't swing that way, sorry." I said as I tried to shove him off me. He was tough and didn't even budge as I shoved him. His eyes narrowed in anger.

"You just got lucky and missed being killed, now you will evacuate before I drag your unconscious body to the evacuation point." He ordered. 'Was this guy threatening me?' I thought before looking down and seeing the jagged glass of a broken bottle.

'Oh shit, he is actually serious.' I thought, but looking down I saw the grip of his gun as well. I grabbed it and pulled it up, elbowing him in the chin as I did. James released a lot of his weight off me. I kicked up and escaped his hold.

We stood facing each other, he had a slightly panicked look on his face. Then I realised why. It turned out the gun I grabbed was not his revolver but a Remington 870 pump action shotgun. I inspected the weapon.

"Shick-shock." I said cocking the shotgun. I pointed it at him. "I ain't evacuating nowhere." I said before I ran out the bar onto the street. It didn't matter where I exited the building as there was no front to it anymore.

James raced after me. He stopped as his scroll buzzed. I glanced up and down the street. "How can something that big just disappear?" I wondered aloud. Then I listened in to James' conversation.

"Hello sir good news, I found the prototype. Bad news, well… Oh you heard?.. Wait, it's on the news?.. I'm finished if I don't take care of it!?. No sir, I will stop the prototype immediately, you have my word."

I took this moment as James hung up ashen-faced to yell at the top of my lungs, "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU BIG PIECE OF METAL SHIT!" James looked at me like he had forgotten I was still there.

"Kid, you should head to the evacuation centre." "Are you fucking serious, I'm hunting some robot prototype right now." I replied. Putting a Southern Kentucky accent for the hunting part. "You WILL go to the evacuation centre, but first, hand over the shotgun. A small kid like you shouldn't handle big guns like that!" He exclaimed

"To hell with you, if you want my gun you're gonna have to pry it from my cold dead fingers you son of a bitch" I yelled. James just smiled smugly, but I wasn't in the mood.

I wanted to shoot some robot trash with this shotgun. Now here was this army soldier who was ordering me to hand it over. ME? Of all people. Then he called me a little kid. Sure he may have stood like four inches taller than me, but he was my age, for crying out loud.

Thinking back now, maybe I should have stopped. Nah. "That can be arranged." James said as his smug smile turned into a malicious grin. He cracked his knuckles as he stepped towards me. I threw the gun on the ground in front of me and covered my face with my arms.

James stepped forward and bent over to pick the gun up. I smiled, my face hidden by my arms. I moved quickly. My foot came up. Then I curb-stomped James. I repeated it a second time for good measure.

I didn't mean to knock him unconscious. Actually, yes I did, he was dick and got what he deserved. That didn't mean I had to take the shotgun, his revolver and thigh holster, and all his ammo. But I did anyway.

I planned to take down the robot, to show James that I wasn't an incompetent civilian. So I headed off in the direction of explosions and chaos.

After only a minute of running, I saw a skate shop and entered. I grabbed a skateboard and began to skate towards my destination. I had strapped the thigh holster on tight. And in my right hand I carried the shotgun, in my left was my ipod, blasting out "Highway to Hell" by ACDC.

I steered the board around several burnt out objects that littered the streets. I felt like I SHOULD be worried or scared or something but then I thought NAAAAAAAA. I mean what would Hamish do in my position?

Almost like the words triggered it I had a vision of Hamish running away whilst the robot shot everything at him, and he screamed out the words "NOPE" or "NO FUCKING WAY" running away like a little bitch. Arms in the air crying for his mommy.

Hamish's P.O.V.

"Achoo." Hamish sneezed. Summer instantly became worried and started asking him all sorts of medical questions. But Hamish shooed her off, thinking 'I feel like I was just insulted, but not really because it was an insult but it was also the truth, weird.'

My P.O.V.

Meh, I bet he could handle it, that was a really weird vision. I propelled myself forwards on the skateboard. I seen another explosion, closer this time. So I stepped on the back of the board, grinding the tail against the ground to stop.

I hit the pause button on my music. Put my ipod in my pocket, and grabbed the Remington with both hands. I narrowed my eyes and smiled as I found my target.

The only problem was that the robot was at the end of the steep road in front of me. Due to the predicament I thought once again what would Hamish do? Just to picture him saying. "Nuh uh, Fuck that." I shook the thought out of my head.

I pulled out my ipod and put the volume up to full bore. Then I chose the best song for my crazy ass plan. "Welcome to the Jungle began to play. The speaker blasting out of my pocket. I held the shotgun in both hands and readied myself.

Oh, did I forget to mention the pot I had on my head? Yes, well I put a pot on my head, you can never be too safe can you? I watched as the robot's rampage stopped, it turned towards my direction. Obviously attracted by the noise.

I grinned then did one of the most craziest stunts ever in my life. I propelled the board forward with one strong push with my right foot. The board began to make it's way down the hill, the speed doubling until I was moving faster than I ever had on a skateboard.

The robot shot a missile towards me. All I did was crouch down, grab the side of my board and the missile flew towards me. I leaped up pulling the board with me into a side flip. Then successfully landing it. The missile exploded behind me and the force propelled me forwards at an even higher speed.

I aimed the shotgun towards the next missile flying towards me. I fired and the shell penetrated the missile causing it to explode. The blast was hot enough that I felt my face began to singe. (later I looked in the mirror and saw my eyebrows had been singed off).

I pumped the shotgun loading the next shell into the chamber, blowing up another missile. This time I leant to the side a bit. Looking around the smoke cloud, I pumped the shotgun loading another shell into the chamber.

The robot fired another three missiles at me. I aimed and fired the shotgun, the bullet spread causing all three missiles to explode at once. I loaded another shell into the chamber and prepared for the next missile.

It was then I saw the robot turning it's minigun arms towards me. At least I think they were pointed at me. But now the robot was firing the miniguns as well as the missiles at me.

I just grinned as I swerved the skateboard to dodge the deadly stream of bullets. Some missed me entirely, but I could feel the closeness of others. Because I was swerving I didn't worry about the missiles as they exploded all over the place around me.

I was down to the last shell, knowing that i wouldn't have time to reload the shotgun. So I aimed carefully at the cords from the miniguns to it's "brain" I guess. I fired but the robot stepped to one side.

I threw the shotgun towards the robot and it hit it, but didn't affect anything. I pulled out the revolver knowing that I might only get one shot. I saw a jutting bit of ground that I could use as a ramp and went for it.

The skateboard flew out from under my feet as I kicked off it. Time seemed to slow to a crawl. As I flew through the air towards the massive robot. It was only at this moment that I had second thoughts.

'Does Atlas have chicken? Or if I make this shot I owe myself a drink' I was slowly approaching so I aimed the revolver directly at the head of the robot. I took a deep breath in and squeezed the trigger.

The bang that followed was a relieving sound to hear, but the result was the biggest relief. The robots head was blown off completely and the body began to collapse. Time began to go back to normal. At this instance I felt something I never thought would be against me. Physics

I hit the ground. Hard. Considering I was at least nine feet in the air. As I felt the pain began to explode through my body I had two thoughts.

First; 'FUCK YOU NEWTON!'

Second; 'I should have drunk the bleach.'

A/N: That's it for this chapter credit goes to amvmaster he created the chapter and then I added to it.

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This OC shares my name and pretty much that is how I would react to that situation. Going off after the robot without a second thought and doing crzay shit left right and centre.