Dull thuds echoed through the interior of the clock tower; a flickering of ominous blue light permeated through the iron tower of Atlas Headmaster and General's Room. A tick of a clock resounding was the only comfort The General had that this was still his Academy.

It also left a bad taste in General Ironwoods mouth that this was still his Academy.

For the past 10 minutes, Ironwood had been receiving repeated priority reports of a "Unknown disturbance" bringing havoc to his Academy. Sectors 3, 5, and 6 have suffered major collateral damage, while sectors 1, 2 and 7 have suffered minor damage. Sector 4, however had not been touched, oddly enough.

Not once in the History of Remnant had an Academy been attacked, and not once had Ironwood expected his prestige school to be the first to fall. Which it hadn't yet mind you, but it was slowly becoming a morbid reality that that was the case.

Ironwood went to his desk, doing his best to ignore the ever increasing thumps making their way to his Office. Panic would not save him from the grim future awaiting outside his door. Careful planning and manipulation was the key to the success of the battle right now.

Opening his station, he proceeded to read the most recent priority message. Clarifications of what the intruder was, was inside the report. Humanoid, and covered in tendrils. That was it. No specification if it was a rampant student or a Grimm.

That little fact brought a feel of dissatisfaction to General Ironwood. His soldiers and students were trained specifically to provide pin-point accurate details so they may report them to higher ups. Seeing as he was connected to everything, he was also receiving every report sent by every student and shoulder.

Yet. Not. One. Had. Proper. INFORMATION!!!

Yet Ironwood did not panic. He looked through every security cam, like he SHOULD have done from the beginning. Scanning through every little detail, in every nook and cranny, and every alley way.

Yet not one speck of surveillance held ANY significant information.

Anger got the best of poor Ironwood; an intense anger that not a lot of individuals have the privilege to witness. Ironwood grabbed his desk and threw it out the window. A mistake on his part, he would later admit, but he also couldn't help himself. The Thumps got louder, and then stopped outside of his door.

Although Ironwood should have been concerned by the lack of gunfire or thumps, he couldn't bring himself to care at that moment. For outside his shattered window, a white dot appeared. Slowly, the dot grew, and slowly did Ironwood confusion showed. For the white dot grew into a rectangle, which grew into a pair of students, which grew…

"Are those kids riding a mattress?"

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For Unit 10032, it was supposed to be a relaxing day. Normal Patrol routes, Normal recharging, Normal protocol inspections. Just an average day in the life of a robot.

Then, it all went to shit. During inspection number 1,000,412 a disturbance was reported on the outskirts of Sector 7. It was taken care of by Unit number 10112. Inspections resumed, everything was normal.

Then Red Alert. Sectors 3, 5, and 6 suddenly erupted in flames. Every Unit, Officer and Student was tasked with finding the cause, and everything went downhill from there. Sectors 1, followed by 2 and 7 received minor damage to there constructs.

Which lead Unit 10032 to where he was right now. In the dorm room of a students in sector 3, defending the rookies along with Unit 20001 and Unit 40345. Each Unit was from a different squad, but each squad had been wiped out. That had dropped morale significantly for each of them, especially Unit 40345.

"We're all going to die. We're all going to die. We're all going to die." Unit 40345 chanted, his robotic voice hanging over the sobbing teens behind them. Unit 10032 continued to unload his weapon on the enemy… tentacles. Each bullet tearing through them effectively. Not one bullet was wasted with the pristine pin point accuracy of 20001 programming. Admittedly, Unit 10032 was jealous of the newer models upgraded RAM and CPU, but he kept that to himself.

"We're all going to die. We're all going to die. We're all going to die." Unit 40345 continued. Unit 10032 was getting tired of Unit 40345 bull crap. They were supposed to be the best of the best, but here was a new model, rocking back and forth, cradling his knees and scaring the poor children. The 40000's were more human compared to them, but that was no way a soldier should act.

Getting up from his place near the window, Unit 10032 made his way towards Unit 40345 and picked him up by the shoulders. Slamming him toward the wall of the dorm, he heard the screams of the teens behind him. They were supposed to be hunters, God Damn It, they need to grow up. So does this Unit.

"Inquiry- Unit, what is your name?" Unit 10032 asked. It was a rhetorical question, and Unit 40345 could tell. Their voice recognition being top notch, with the added affect of knowing how each other worked it made everything easy to understand.

"Answer- Unit 40345." Unit 40345 responded. A great deal of sadness accompanied his tone. The name brought back memories of his commander, his best friend… his lover.

"Received- Understood. What generation are you from?" Another rhetorical question. 10032 voice echoed through the room as the teens stopped sobbing, and Unit 20001 listened in. She didn't stop attacking the opposition, but it wasn't as frantic as it was before.

"Answer- Generation 53." Unit 40345 Robotically said. He started to look up, wondering what this Unit was building up too. Unit 10032 was of an older model, not capable of Understanding complex situations and formulas. Yet here he was, breaking protocol.

"Received- Understood. So, may I know why such a new model is sitting in the corner, crying out that we are doomed, and scaring the students while older models are doing more of a job than you?" Unit 10032 slammed Unit 40345 into the wall again, startling the students.

"Reason- My squad was wiped out. No signals are being received at this current moment of what I should do. I'm worried. Scared. These feelings I have never felt before. This cruel world. We're all going t-"

Unit 10032 slammed Unit 40345 again, harder. Squeals escaped from the teens. 20001 considered stepping in, but a tentacle almost got her way, forcing her back to defending.

"Unable to compute. Main priority – safety of the students. You are going against protocol. Do you wish to become scrap?" 10032 asked.

"Response- No. I wish to live. I wish to avenge Unit 49893."

"Inquiry- Then why do you sit and mimic sobbing. We are not human. We are Robots. Security of Atlas. Unit 49893's memory can be salvaged if we defeat the target."

To this 40345's head perked up. "Confused- What do you mean? I have never heard of such a thing."

"Answer- It hasn't been done because we are replaceable. If we request memory transplantation of a high ranking commander, their answer will be yes." It wasn't a lie, but not the truth either. A new body would wipe the memory of the past iteration, but kept the personality. There was a way to save 49893 personality, but all experience will be wiped. That's why older models declined newer bodies or upgrades. They would rather die than lose who they were.

"Question- You promise this is true?" 40345 questioned.

"Answer- Yes. I would not lie." 10032 lied. It was cruel, but Necessary. These students will not die because of a cowardice of a Unit. Especially newer Units. Word gets out of this, then everything will go to shit for synthetic life.

"Affirmative- I will get to work. FOR 49893!!!" With that, 40345 grabbed his gun and started wiping out the menace. A rung in his hud showed a message from Unit 20001.

'Cruel as always 10032.'

If 10032 had the emotions of his other counterparts, he would have laughed morbidly. But he didn't, and that's what made him different from the rest. While his deceased squad and by extension the rest of the robot cybernetic community went by their emotions and protocols, he went by just protocols. He was made differently than the rest of the security force, and he preferred it this way.

That doesn't mean he didn't have dreams or ideals, but he just didn't care what others thought and preferred Every one just did their job. Everything would be much easier if it was like that.

'Of course 20001. It was how I was designed.'

"Abnormality- A Large object has just entered Atlas airspace, trajectory from Sector 1 heading for General Ironwood's HQ." Unit 20001 Said. Looking outside the window, all 3 of them started to look for the abnormality. They all had optical lens that could zoom in 30x that of a human.

"Target Found- There!" 49893 said as he pointed. He started continuing to fire as soon as he said that. Both Units 20001 and 10032 looked to where they were pointing and…

"Surprised- What. The. Hell."

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Ruby Rose wasn't anybody special. She had no special abilities, no talents (except for fighting) and nothing that she would say made her stand out in the crowd. She was just your average run of the mill teenage girl who ate cookies, strawberries, and drank milk to get taller and grow up.

"So why am I on a flying mattress!" Ruby cried as she hung on for dear life. True to her word, she was laying down on a flying mattress with a number of her friends; namely Nora, Ren, Garfiel and Regulus. "Why did I even agree to this!?!?"

"I don't know why ya complainin'! This is Great!" Garfiel yelled as he mimicked surfing. Out of all of them, only three of them seemed fine with the whole thing and two if them seemed to be having the time of their lives.

"Hahahah! This is Great! Faster! Faster!!!" Nora laughed as she sat criss cross applesauce, trying to get the driver to go faster.

"Regulus, I swear to god, if you go any faster I will hurt you." Ren threatened as he hung on for dear life, similarly to Ruby.

"No need to fear Ren, if I sped up at all, I would run the risk throwing off Garfiel and I would prefer to keep the Mutt alive." Regulus said, his serene expression seeming very out of place with the current situation and tone of voice.

"Ah ha! See, ya do care about the great me!" Garfiel yelled over the howling wind. How he still stayed stationed on the flying mattress was an unanswered question, and probably stayed unanswered for the rest of their lives.

"I care about what our leader thinks, mutt. If you were to die, Leader would surely mourn you sorrowful existence." Regulus said with a frown on his face. No one was sure if he was serious or not, but it was good to know that they could trust he wouldn't out right kill Garfiel.

"Ya call me one more Mutt one more time, I'm'a kill ya where ya sit." Garfiel growled. The insult was old and annoying. Besides, he wasn't even a mutt. "I'm'a LION!!!"

"Sorry to interupt you, but I have a question." Ren started, looking at Garfiel. "How are you not cold, Garfiel?"

"Huh? Whatcha mean?" Garfiel asked as he crossed his arms, squinting his eyes at Ren who had his daggers in the mattress.

"Well, seeing as we are in Atlas, the coldest part of the world, and what you are wearing, I think it would be freezing?" Ren questioned. Garfiel put his hand on his chin, unable to understand.

"No? I feel perfectly normal."

"…I hate you." Rem whispered.

"Attention Unknown Aircraft!" A robotic voice yelled over the howling wind. A airship slowly raised itself beside the mattress. Ruby couldn't help but freak out even more. "You are entering restricted airspace! Please turn around and stray from your current course!"

"Who da f%!?" Garfiel yelled. Nora laughed even more, further concerning a already concerned Ren, who thought the altitude was getting to her. Regulus just stayed his course.

"Seriously! Let me off! I don't want to do this anymore!" Ruby cried once more. She wasn't generally scared of heights seeing as she could stop herself from falling, but she was scared of the giant tentacles right below them and the giant airship beside them.

"Don't worry Ruby, We are almost to our destination." Regulus said as he pointed towards Atlas's watch tower. It looked like a exact replica of Beacons Tower, but it somehow came off as more military.

"That's our destination!? How are we going to get in!?" Ruby yelled. Regulus didn't answer, nor did he need to. For the answer was quickly approaching. The closet they got, the more worried she got. "No… No, nonononononononononon! No!"

"YES" Garfiel and Nora yelled as they smashed through the Watch Tower of Atlas.

One poor Ironwood was knocked unconscious by a mattress that snaked against his arm.

--

"AAAAAAHHHHH!!"

"Oh… just a dream…"

Ruby was in a cold sweat, screaming for her dear life. She did her best to calm down but couldn't. That dream felt too real; from the wind hitting her face to the noise roaring in her ears. Even when they smashed through the glass, it felt like a real impact.

Who were those guys?

Suddenly, her door came off the hinges and a brown blur came in. "Whoooooo aaaaaaa" The figure stood in a over used kung fu pose. "Yaaaaa!" He die a powerful kick, and started throwing his fists around. "You will never touch my daughter you vile fiend!"

"Dad! It's fine! Stop!" Ruby yelled as Taiyang started going through her stuff. "DAD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!"

"I heard a scream! It must have been you! So I'm here to protect you!" Taiyang said as he rummaged under her bed.

"Then why are you looking through my stuff! Leave!" Ruby said as she started pulling on his jacket, dragging him out of the room. "They're no one else in here! Leave!"

"I bet it's that Jared boy isn't it! I swear to god! If I find you Jared, I'm going to kill you!" Taiyang yelled as he was thrown out of the room. Closing the door, she gave a deep sigh.

Seriously, he family was so weird.

..wait, who is Jared?

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"Oh shit oh shit OH SHIT!!!" A lone figure ran away from her crush's house. Jared wasn't a stalker, but he always had this general curiosity of what his crush's did. How they slept, what they ate, what they did… "I'M NOT A STALKER!!!!"

"Sure you aren't, Jared," A voice surrounded him. Jared did not stop, if anything, he ran faster. "But you also aren't pure either. Staring at girls while they sleep? That sounds pretty creepy if you ask me."

"I'm not a creep! Stop accusing me of being a creep!"

"I didn't say you were. I just said what you did was creepy."

"I-Im not a creep! I'm innocent! I've done nothing wrong!"

"I'm sure you didn't." A shadow enveloped him. Pure darkness clouded Jared's vision as he saw the image of a scythe. "But you sure as hell need a lesson on giving a girl her privacy."

"Every Kiss begins with K, Jared."

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Help me. This is the third opening I've made for this fic. I'm freaking bipolar.Anyways, next few chapters ain't funny if this got any of you to laugh. Although I do plan to make it funnier. I find it more fun this way. Ciao.