Welcome! This is a remade first chapter. Correcting a few details that I included yet realized were incredibly stupid, as well as improving the quality as a whole. Enjoy!
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If you were a bird in the skies above Beacon academy, what do you think you would hear? The blowing winds? Perhaps the splashing of water if it were raining.
Nevertheless, while it was windy up in the sky, the sound would be drowned out by panicked yelling.
Eight different people suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the skies. Falling towards the courtyard of the prestigious Beacon Academy. Vale's school for training Hunters and Huntresses so they could be prepared to fight the creatures known as the Grimm.
The yells progressively got louder the closer they got to the ground. Before suddenly, it stopped. The yelling halted as all eight bodies hit the ground. Some more painfully than others.
The first to gather the energy to sit up appeared to be the youngest of the eight fallen bodies. A less mature face than the others.
"Analysis Complete...Warning: files have been deleted without conse-" The robotic voice coming from the boy was halted as he slapped himself across the face and shook his head. A more normal voice coming from his mouth soon after.
"Ugh...Stupid glitch. Just what the hell happened..." The boy stood up and looked at the fallen bodies. Running brief glances over each of them. Letting out a sigh of relief as he saw them breathing.
The boy in question stood at 5'11. Wearing a white shirt that had now been covered with dirt and dust as well as grey trackpants. He also had dark blond hair and had grey shoes on.
"A replaced file amongst the deleted files...My name. Replaced. Perfect. Smash huh? Haven't called myself that in years..." Surprise and anger rang through his mind at the fact that his name had somehow been replaced. Yet at the moment, he was tired.
With the fatigue that plagued him, it had only now hit him that these people had just fallen out of the sky and hit the ground. They were breathing. They were humans. They weren't like him. They needed medical attention.
He quickly rushed over to the closest body. A boy that appeared to be only a few years older than him wearing a strange green tunic. With a hat he couldn't help but smirk at. Looked like something one of Santa's elves would wear. All it needed was a bell. The smirk was replaced with worry as he noted the injuries the boy carried. Multiple small cuts and fractured ribs from the fall. The fact that he hadn't been liquified internally surprised Smash. But other people needed to be checked. So he moved onto the next closest person. A girl with...Pink hair. In a white robe. A carved wooden staffed clenched in her hand.
Crouching down, he began the inspection again. He still hadn't noticed that he was in the courtyard of a castle.
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Inside the school that looked like a castle, near the very top, lay an office with two people inside. The headmaster of this school that had not yet begun its term, Ozpin, and the combat teacher of the school. Glynda Goodwitch, who also happened to be one of Ozpins most trusted colleagues.
The two of them had been in a conversation about the functionality of the launch pads by the forest behind the school when Ozpin had turned away from the conversation in favor of activating the security camera in front of the school and displaying the scene from his desk. They saw most of the courtyard, but more importantly they saw the eight fallen bodies. One of the bodies getting up and checking the others.
'How strange. To simply appear out of nowhere?' Ozpin thought to himself. Something in the back of his head told him this situation was oddly familiar. As if he'd seen such a scene many time before in the past. Shaking the feeling off, he turned his head towards Glynda. Who was attempting to form her own conclusions at the people on the screen. Intruders? Eager students? A gag gone wrong?
"Glynda." Ozpin spoke up, causing her to turn her head towards her boss.
"I'd like you to go and retrieve them. If I'm correct, the boy who's moving around is checking for injuries. If they are still unconcious by the time you get there. Take them to the nurses office to be treated and I'll talk to the boy alone." Glynda nodded. Ozpin may not have known it, but he had a serious look on his face. A look at said 'This is urgent. Do it.' yet he was too deep in thought to notice. When Glynda left without a word, Ozpin briefly wondered why she hadn't said anything. Before continuing to watch the screen.
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Smash had checked out the rest of the fallen yet breathing bodies and had determined them all to be in no danger. They were all dressed differently and it confused him even further now that he was focused on the clothing that they wore. As well as the equipment they carried.
A green tunic and an elves hat. A shield with a familiar design and a sword with an unmistakable design. He hadn't seen these in years. And definitely not in person. The Hylian Shield and The Master Sword. Was this boy Link? It was certainly believable to him.
The first girl he had inspected was wearing a White Mages outfit. A totally different series than The Legend of Zelda.
The second and only other girl was wearing slightly tattered but well made clothes made of furs. He noticed that around her there was shattered stone. Marble, he guessed.
Next, a boy with oddly long hair. Black in color. A spear of steel on his back and the hilt of a sword in his hand. The blade itself nowhere to be found. Covered in a blue and yellow armor. It looked familiar, but he couldn't place his finger on it. It was certainly medieval though.
The boy...No, man he checked next worried him the most out of everyone. He had a skull fracture. But the rest of his body had been protected by heavy armor. Once again, familiar yet he couldn't place his finger on it. An axe lay clenched in his hand. It appeared to be capable of disassembling. Facial structure said that this boy, along with everyone else, was only 17. But the scars covering his face and the 5 o'clock shadow covering his chin wouldn't let Smash think of him as anything other than a man.
The next person he checked wore the same tattered yet strongly made clothes as the second girl. Two sticks with gems on them stuck out of his pocket. But otherwise, he seemed uninjured.
The final boy he checked was the most ordinarily dressed out of everyone. But his equipment was certainly the strangest. He had a pickaxe magnetically attached to his back. A strange gun was attached to his waste. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. He was in the process of looking at it closer when the sound of footsteps came from behind him. For the first time since the fall, he looked around. A court of some sort? A castle courtyard from the looks of the building behind the woman walking towards him.
The woman took brief glances at the still unconcious bodies before looking at the standing boy. Before she could say anything, he spoke. Slight panic in his voice.
"Before you say anything I haven't done anything!" He said, raising his arms in a pacifying manner. Glynda's expression didn't change.
"I am well aware of that. I have been asked to bring you to the headmaster of this school." She stated with clear intent. Smash glanced worriedly at the unconscious bodies.
"And them?" He asked. He wasn't comfortable just leaving unconscious bodies on the ground.
The blonde teacher reached for her hip and grabbed the riding crop that hung there. Pointing it at the bodies and enveloping them in a faint purple glow as they started to float. Being noticed by Smash rather quickly. His face showed surprise, but he said nothing.
"I shall drop them off at our nurses office on the way. Now follow me." Glynda said as she began walking away. The unconscious people following after her. Smash briefly stood in place, trying to remember if he'd seen technology like that before. Following after the teacher shortly after giving up on the matter.
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The walk had been silent. Glynda not having anything to say and Smash trying to determine what to ask first. He had yet to reach a decision by the time they had reached the elevator that was connected to Ozpins office.
True to Glynda's word, the seven bodies had been dropped off inside a Nurse's office on the way. The only time she looked inside was to make sure that the largest of them, the one in armor, actually fit inside the door. When he did, she looked away and continued to walk.
Rising up the elevator, Smash couldn't help but note the lack of elevator music. What kind of shitty elevator was this?
Of course he never had a chance to voice these thoughts as the moment he finished and was about to open his mouth. The elevator doors opened and he was suddenly standing awkwardly in an elevator with his mouth open as Glynda walked out.
He quickly moved to take a seat in the only open seat in the office, Glynda was standing for reasons that he couldn't understand. Nevertheless, his focus shifted to the silver haired man in front of him.
"Greetings. I am Ozpin. The Headmaster of this school. May I have your name?" He asked. The first step to trust was knowing the name of who you were talking to.
Smash's head immediately tried to say one of the two names he normally went by. Only for errors to pop up in his vision. 'File not found.' 'File not found.'
He was silent for a moment. Giving up rather quickly and speaking the name that had been given to him.
"Smash. Smash Gunner. Pleasure to make your acquaintance Ozpin." The name raised a metaphorical eyebrow in the heads of Ozpin and Glynda. That name was different. Every child's name had a color behind it.
Of course, neither of the two said anything about this.
"Mind telling me where I am? I honestly have no idea." Smash asked. He couldn't connect to any of the satellites he normally did. He couldn't connect to any at all. He didn't even get a signal.
'Amnesia perhaps? He remembers his name though...'
"This is Beacon Academy. If you're asking the city, we're in Vale...You're not from around here. Are you?" Ozpin questioned. A look of confusion was evident on the boy across from him. He had no idea what was being said. Ozpin knew this.
Smash nodded. He was tired. Very tired. At this moment in time, he didn't care what should be a secret and what didn't. He just wanted answers.
"Buddy you have no idea. I don't even know if I'm in the same galaxy as I used to be. I don't know what your school is, the city this school is in. The people I fell out of the sky with..."
'So he fell out of the sky with those others. How strange.'
"I have a question for you, Smash." He said. Cutting off the boy from speaking further. He had continued to list things that he didn't know through Ozpin's thinking.
"Do you believe in destiny? I believe that it was no accident that you were brought here." Ozpin stated as Glynda glanced at him. Just what was on his mind? Smash had different thoughts running through his head. But he was asked a question.
"In a way, yes. Being perfectly honest, I believe in destiny. But I do not believe that the world will move in a set path. Once certain choices are made, you can't stop something from happening. But if you never make that certain choice, then destiny has changed. A new path has been set...Did I take your question the right way?" Smash asked after his brief explanation. Ozpin could only view the boy in front of him as intriguing. Ozpin nodded his head at Smash's question. He did answer correctly.
"How about this. I give you residence at my school as long as you play the part of a student. That way, you can learn about the world and how it works in a safe environment. Seeing as how you don't know anything, I believe this is the best option. What do you say?" Glynda could no longer stay silent. This was not the weirdest choice she had seen Ozpin make, but she had questions. Questions that needed answers.
"Ozpin we don't even know if the boy knows how to fight. I don't think simply enrolling him because he is clueless is a wise choice." She stated. Gesturing to the boy in the chair. Surprisingly, Smash nodded.
"Yeah I gotta say, bit curious about that. Why try to enroll me into this sch- wait fighting is a requirement in this school? I can fight. I'm guessing if I join this school I'll learn why fighting is a requirement?" Confusion over the request to join the school forgotten over the confusion of fighting skill being a requirement for enrollment.
"Indeed. But it would be better to just inform you now." Glynda said before Ozpin could respond. Her instincts as a teacher taking over.
"This is a school meant to train the students who join so they can fight the creatures known as the grimm. They train to become huntsmen or huntresses so they can protect humanity from the grimm. Of course, we teach other subjects. History, Geography, Math. We teach everything a civilian school would teach with the added subjects of Grimm Biology and Combat." The teacher explained. Feeling the faintest swell of pride as the boy she explained it to seemed invested in the explanation.
With a quick nod, he stood up and reached his hand forward. Offering a handshake towards the headmaster. "Sounds like fun honestly. I'll join." Honestly not expecting such a quick and blunt answer, it took Ozpin a moment to shake the offered hand. But a smile was present on his face.
"Welcome to Beacon Academy then." He briefly glanced to his right. Where the nurse's office was displayed. Smash also looked at it, briefly wondering why he hadn't seen it before. The seven bodies lying on the bed began to twitch slightly. Beginning to wake up. The headmaster turned his attention back to the new student who had just released his hand.
"They're waking up. I believe it would be in your best interest to go have a talk with them. If they came with you they must have some purpose." Smash nodded. Walking towards the elevator, briefly looking at Glynda.
"Are you coming back down?" He questioned, not wanting to steal the elevator and make her have to wait for it. He hated when that happened. When she shook her head no, he quickly entered the elevator and pressed the ground floor button. Before remembering that it had no elevator music and groaning.
How annoying.
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After realizing that he had somehow mistaken the basement button for the ground floor and fixing his mistake, Smash quickly retraced his steps back down the halls of this rather impressive school. Quickly turning up at the nurse's office and quietly stepping inside. Knowing better than the slam the door open.
He was slightly surprised to see the tunic wearing guy slowly sit up and rub his head. Looking around slowly. His eyes adjusting. Smash was also looking around the room. Curious about the lack of a nurse.
"Yet another start...When will it end?" The green wearing man muttered to himself. No pain in the usual areas, though he winced and held his ribs as he registered the pain in them. What had his back pain transferred to his ribs? He never started off hurt.
"Welcome back to the land of the living! Enjoy the fall?" Smash said as he grabbed a chair from the corner of the room. Sitting down in it. He watched as the man's eyes focused in on him. Confusion appearing on his face as he looked at Smash.
Before he could ask any of the numerous questions on his mind, one of the other unconscious people groaned. Being released from sleep and waking up, the groan itself coming from the act of sitting up. The pink haired girl sat up and unsteadily looked around in the same fashion the tunic wearing man did. This was followed by the two with the tattered clothes sitting up. Then the one in heavy armor. Then the one with the pickaxe. Then finally the one with long black hair.
'It's like dominos. But everyone is sitting up instead of falling down.' Smash thought briefly. Although he was happy that everyone had gotten up at nearly the same time. That meant that everyone could introduce themselves.
Smash stood up and clapped his hands a few times. Garnering everyone's attention. "Alright since all of you just woke up and are probably confused, I'll quickly explain what just happened. We all just fell from the sky and hit the ground. Hard. All of us were knocked unconscious, I woke up first. Before we discuss just what the hell is happening, I think we need to introduce ourselves. Because I don't want to start calling you 'Green hat' or 'Armor guy'. So I'll start off. I'm Smash Gunner." The name seemed familiar to the people in the beds.
'Green hat' spoke up next. Speaking his name with a confidence that Smash didn't have. As far as he was concerned, this was his real name. It hadn't been altered. "Yuki. My name is Yuki. Yuki Yuuki." The newly dubbed 'Yuki' coughed a few times into his left arm. Everyone else perked up a bit.
'Armor guy' was next. "Seargeant Ryker Member o-" The incredibly gruff voice was cut off by a severe coughing fit. It sounded like he coughed something out, but nothing was ejected from his mouth. Much to the rooms pleasure. The gruff voice that came from the armored man was replaced by a still deep, but much friendlier voice. "Seargeant Ryker, Member of the Gears...Sorry had something in my throat. Pleasure to meet you all." This was getting weird. There was no way. All these names were familiar.
The Pink haired girl spoke next. "Eagle. Eagle Eyes." The meek girl spoke. Unconsciously clutched the staff closer to her body. Memories were flooding her head. Long forgotten, everyone else in the room felt memories surge. Happy times, bad times. Games, jokes.
"Dylan." The boy in tattered furs said. "Mandi!" The girl in tatters said. More memories. The ones that included them. Tears began to fall from Eagles eyes. No pun intended.
A grin worked its way across Yuki's face as the pickaxe wielder spoke. "...Trash. It's me. Trash. I can't believe it..." There was only one more person who hadn't spoken. The long haired spear wielder.
"Dejin Oda...You're all here..." The final key had been put in place. Every memory came flooding in. Memories formed years ago. Decades ago. Hundreds of years ago. It all depended on who it was. But none of that mattered at this moment.
"YOU'RE ALL HERE!" Rang through the school as eight voices screamed those words at the top of their lungs. The Grimm located in the forest behind the school all simultaneously collapsed for a brief moment. A wave of pure joy radiated from the castle.
Up in Ozpins office, the headmaster suddenly felt as if he had made a horrible mistake, as the lag in the camera caught up and the eight loud voices played out of the screens speakers at full volume. Causing Glynda, who had been speaking to cover her ears quickly. Ozpin himself fell out of his chair in shock and pain. He didn't expect the group to nearly deafen him. When his ears had recovered enough, he got back on his chair to take out his scroll, and called the nurse. Who had gone to retrieve more supplies to restock her office.
"Don't go back to the room tonight...Yes I understand that they're not quite finished being patched up yet, but trust me. It's for the best. You can do it tomorrow. Let the old friends converse." Ozpin got a rather annoyed affirmative before he was hung up on. Placing the scroll back on his desk. He looked sympathetically at Glynda. Who looked worriedly at the screen. Hoping that the volume wouldn't be a constant thing in the future.
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The Eight friends sat in that hospital room all night. Frowns barely appearing before being quickly replaced as they traded stories. Told jokes. Explained what had happened. What they were going to do.
Yuki, the green tunic wearing man, had been Link. From The Legend of Zelda. He replaced every single reincarnation. Lived their lives, gathered experience. But mostly grew tired. Over 500 years of the same bullshit. Reincarnate, kill the Ganondorf. Live the life. Repeat. He was just glad it was over. He had gone through every story. He counted. He reasoned that this was his reward for 100%ing multiple lives. He did note that he kept his bottomless pockets. Only to be immediately questioned if it was his clothes or just an ability that he had. After some experimentation, he came to the realization that his clothes were simply magical
Smash, the first to wake up. He hadn't replaced anyone. He was someone new. He had been placed in the Megaman Universe during 21XX The Reploid son of X and Zero in some weird alternate universe where they were lovers. He hadn't cared that much about it. He hadn't finished his life like Yuki did. Simply ripped from the world mid-life. His life had lasted 41 years. Enduring five separate wars and killing thousands of fellow Reploids and fellow mechanical folk. Including Zero, who he had taken to calling 'Father'. Who had unfortunately gone maverick as the Eurasia Space Colony wasn't successfully destroyed. All things that he expressed sorrow over. For some reason, it was only as he was telling his life story did it finally hit him that he technically wasn't a human anymore. Something that he didn't dwell on for long as he realized that he had all the perks of being a human, and he was a Reploid, and had cool weapons.
Ryker had taken off his armor and was wearing form fitting clothing. All black, for some reason. The poor guy had been a fighter in a war worse than anything Smash had been in. He at least had a ridiculous advantage against everyone. Ryker was on equal footing with everyone he faced. Yet still faced hoards of the enemy he called the 'Locusts' unfortunately for the room, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, Ryker was awful as describing things. So most details of the life he lived were left out or humorously explained. But the one thing they had all taken from it was that this poor guy needed a hug. Which explained why Mandi had attached herself to his back like a backpack.
Eagle had simply popped into existence outside a city called Corneria. Alongside three others that she had never actually gotten the names for. Fighter, Thief and Black mage. Smash noted that she must have been in the original Final Fantasy. She'd adventured for years, picking up magic spells at shops. Normally leaving the conversing to the nameless comrades. They were the only ones who actually seemed to know or care about her. So she stayed with them. Eventually saving the world. Which she only figured out after they did so. Thinking that everything they had been doing was simple adventuring. She didn't actually know what she had been doing before being taken here.
Mandi and Dylan were the only ones to actually stay together. Simply dropped in the wild on an incredibly odd island filled with monstrosities, physics that didn't make sense. Magic that they couldn't wrap their heads around and an impenetrable darkness only kept at bay by fire. For years they lived there. Unable to age, unable to fully die. Only able to survive. Their sanity paid for it. Neither of them was sane anymore. Dylan, cold and calculating. He seemed to have lost touch with his emotions. He still knew how to crack jokes though. But it was obvious that this man was unwell. Mandi was a bundle of emotions. Never having mood swings. But unhinged in a way that was difficult to describe. Excitable. But the ideas she had and the things she could build were beyond logic. It was Dylan that made the ideas work. They were a perfect team. It would be a shame if they were ever separated.
Trash had pieced together that he was part of the Metal Gear Universe. Mostly through passed around legends. He was definitely far in the future from any of the events though. Portal technology had been discovered. He always carried a portal gun on his hip. He worked a rather dangerous job on a separate planet. Space travel had been created. Rather than breach lightspeed travel, the scientists had perfected math as a whole. Portals had no travel time. So, they generated portals near the areas they wanted to go and sent ships through there. The pickaxe was for mining and protection. The creatures on the resource abundant planet were savage, yet weak towards certain metals. Metals too expensive to use for bullets. So, the economy being cheap decided to kill two birds with one stone. The pickaxes were made of the metal. So, he mined, and he fought with the pickaxe. He picked up sniping as a hobby. Something he'd always wanted to do.
Dejin had requested to be called DJ. A nickname he picked up from the world he had inhabited. The world of Fire Emblem. Like Smash, he was the son of two important characters. Ike and Micaiah. War wasn't a constant anymore. But he had been born a tactical genius. Becoming the youngest tactician in the history of the world. Placed in charge of his own unit, the soldiers he commanded helped him become proficient in Swordplay, Spearplay, and he participated in Archery Contests as a hobby. He lamented that he had left his unit without a goodbye. But was confident that they could survive without him.
By the time of Trash's explanation every was growing antsy. They wanted to enjoy being together again. Not dwell on the negativity of missing each other and the things they had endured. So, they did. Their bodies protested, but they stayed up all night. Sharing humorous stories they had heard or recounting experiences that made them smile.
Yet one thought remained on their minds the whole night.
'We're all back. TIG is back.'
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Much better! No annoying details that I thought were useless! They seem like better friends now! Finally, I can sleep without covering my head with my blanket in embarrassment from the horrible writing in the original version! Now I just have to rewrite the majority of the remaining chapters.
Anyways, I'll give a brief info dump on the characters.
Yuki has every single item Link has ever held in any game except breath of the wild.
Smash has the D Glaive, a hand held buster pistol, a buster in his right arm and every single copy weapon from X1-5. Using these abilities cause his body to heat up, which is bad because he's weak to fire.
Eagle has every White Magic Spell that was present in Final Fantasy 4.
I can't foresee a situation where I can reveal this information without derailing the flow of the story slightly. So I dumped it here. Either way, thanks for giving this a read! I'm probably gonna forget to remove this later but after this chapter, the quality dips for a while. But I'm working on fixing the quality so just hang on.
Once again thanks for giving this a read, Feedback is appreciated. Enjoy your day! Night! Whatever time it is for you!