DISCLAIMER: I own neither RWBY nor anything from the SCP Foundation Mythos. Remnant's version of the Foundation will have some differences to the "canon" Foundation.

I stood still, a dreaded feeling welling up inside of me as I faced my worst enemy…

Wait, I should probably introduce myself first.

I am Jaune Arc, or as the Foundation likes to call me, Agent Yellow. Don't know what the Foundation is? Well, the Foundation is a secretive global organisation with the intent of keeping the strange and usual out of the public eye, and to keep humanity safe, hence the motto: Secure, Contain, Protect. In short, we're the Men in Black. Of course, we weren't the only organisation, but for sure one of the largest if not the largest (and the best!)

Then why are the Grimm around, you may ask? Well, when they serve a key role in current jobs and the like, it's rather difficult to get rid of them. What would all the Huntsman do? Not to mention that once larger threat keeps wars from breaking out, or at least it does so at the moment. Worry not, however, should they begin to pose a larger risk, and the extinction of mankind be near due to that risk, then we may intervene.

There always is a backup plan. Hell, we even have our own deus ex machina...

I knew a lot for an agent.

Where am I exactly? Well, I am currently on an airship headed for Beacon Academy under the orders of the higher ups. I was to study there as a student, and, this was the real reason as to why I had to go there, in the case that there were any SCPs, or skips, that needed to be captured and/or contained, and to deal with any other anomalous occurrences around which, in most cases, just meant calling for the nearest containment team available. For some odd reason, the Foundation apparently didn't really have much, if any at all, in the case of eyes and ears at Beacon Academy. Or at least no real active agents there, or so they say... Anyway, they needed an agent to go there and masquerade as a student.

Why me? Well I, for one, fit the age quite well - I was still 17, after all! Maybe having an agent that young would be frowned upon, but honestly, the Foundation has done much, much worse things.

I shivered at the thought, and soon the dreaded feeling from earlier came back in full force. My worst enemy…

motion sickness!

Attempting to hold it in, I ran towards the back of the plane, some of the dissolved lunch and gastric juices spilling along the way.

"-ross! You have puke on your shoe!" I hear some girl that I ran past say.

Ah sorry about that.

"Gross, gross, gross, gross-" replied the other girl.

I sighed, could we just get there sooner?

HMMMMMMM

The airship landed, or docked, rather, and I, still holding in the contents of my stomach, ran outside, looking for anywhere to vomit. Thankfully, a garbage bin was right outside the exit, so, making my way towards it, I quickly threw up inside it and caught my breath.

'Well that's not really a good first impression, now is it?' I sighed and stood up straight, now, where-

BOOM!

I heard a resounding boom. Turning towards the source of the loud sound, I saw a few sparks fizzle out, and what looked like a few snowflakes?

Ah, right. Dust. Nature's Wrath, energy propellant, whatever you call it.

When the smoke faded away, which didn't really take that long, I saw two girls in a conversation. Well, if it could be called that, anyway. The white haired girl was, from what he could see, verbally attacking the other, who was furiously apologizing. After a few remarks, the other girl, who had short black hair which turned red at the tips, was fed up and talked back towards the other.

All of a sudden, a new voice could be heard, the source being a black-haired girl with a particularly large ribbon on hear head. I couldn't really hear them all too clearly, but I heard the words heiress, dust and labor among them. Guess the white haired girl was rich and important or something, considering how she was acting.

The black haired girl - the one with red tips, not the one with the ribbon - looked towards the white haired girl, and spoke loudly, which allowed me to hear her this time, "I promise I'll make this up to you!"

She sighed before muttering a few words to herself, soon turning towards the black haired girl with the ribbon and turning even more downcast as she saw her walking away.

Walking towards her, I sighed, guess I'll lend her a hand.

"Hey," I said, holding out a hand, "I'm Jaune."

"Ruby," she responded, getting up.

Now being close up, I noticed something quite peculiar. She had silver eyes...

"Aren't you the guy that threw up on the ship?"

My eye twitched.

"Anyway, I'm just trying to say that motion sickness is much more common that people believe it to be!"

Ruby giggled, "Alright, sorry! Vomit Boy was just the first thing that came to mind."

My eye twitched again. After a few brief moments of awkward silence, Ruby began to speak, "So... I've got this thing!" Pulling out what looked to be a scythe, holding it still by stabbing it into the ground below.

"Huh." 'That's... pretty cool, actually.' "A scythe?"

Ruby nodded, ecstatic, "It's also a customizable high-impact sniper rifle!"

"Cool, but how do you handle the recoil?"

I soon regretted my question, however, because as soon as those words left my mouth, a huge grin plastered itself upon her face and she very quickly began talking about the intricacies of her weapon. She stopped and caught her breath, then asking me a simple question, "So what've you got?"

I couldn't really show the weapons I usually use as an agent, and that was the purpose of Crocea Mors. "Well, I've got this," I say as I unsheathe the sword, then holding the scabbard and mecha-shifting it into its shield form, "and this."

"So," Ruby touched the shield, "what do they do?"

"The sword cuts and stabs. The shield covers and blocks," I deadpanned.

"Uh..."

I laughed a little at her expense,"They don't really have any special to them. Other than the shield turning into a sheath, there's not really anything else. Guess it is a little lackluster compared to... that." I say, motioning towards her scythe.

Ruby giggled, "Well, maybe I went a bit too overboard when designing it."

Yeah, you sure did... wait- "you made that?!"

She nodded, "Yup! Everyone at Signal forges their own weapons!" she pauses for a moment, "Didn't you make yours?"

I shook my head, "No, it's more of a hand-me-down than anything else. My great-great-grandfather used it to fight in the war."

Ruby laughed, "Sounds a bit more like a family heirloom to me! Well, I like it! Not a lot of people appreciate the classics these days."

"Hmmm," I nodded, "I guess so."

Well, there was also that other thing...

...but I can't really show it. I was only going to use it when I really need to use it, anyway.

"So... why did you help me out back there, in the courtyard?"

Upon hearing her question, I stopped to think. "Well," I began, "my mom used to tell me, 'Strangers are just friends you haven't met yet.'"

"She sounds like a nice person, I'd love to see her!"

I forced a smile onto my face, "yeah, me too."

It took a moment for her to realize, but she gave out an apology in return, "Oh, I'm so s-sorry I didn't mean to-"

"No, it's fine. I've moved on." No, you haven't. I didn't believe my own words, and, by the look on her face, I could tell she didn't either.

Ruby tried to change the topic, looking around, she said, "H-hey, where are we going?"

"I... don't know, I was following you."

I sighed, "Damn it."

"language!"

Upon entering the auditorium, Ruby separated after finding her sister. Soon enough, she began bickering with that white haired girl from earlier. I tuned out most of their conversation with how loud and noisy they were being. So, a silver-eyed, huh? Guess I already have something to report back. Ah, the speech would start soon.

As I broke myself out of my thoughts I heard a part of their conversation. I couldn't hear everything that the white haired girl was saying, but I could clearly hear, "-oys, like tall, blond, and scraggly over there!" I turned towards them, and my eye twitched when I saw to whom her thumb was pointing towards.

Me.

"Oi!"

They turned to me, and before they could say anything, they were interrupted by Ozpin, who was about to begin reciting his speech.

"I'll... keep this brief. You have traveled here today in search of knowledge, to hone your craft and acquire new skills, and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose, direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step." Huh, I found myself agreeing with a few points in his speech.

The day and the next morning went by like a blur. There was really nothing noteworthy besides a few interactions with Ruby, Ruby's sister Yang, the white haired girl, apparently named Weiss, and some red-haired girl named Pyrrha. She was nice. Apparently, she was some sort of champion, Weiss was pretty livid when I didn't recognize either of them.

"Jaune, right?" Weiss asked. Not waiting for my answer, she continued, "Have you any idea who you're talking to?"

I shook my head, "Nope."

"This is Pyrrha," Weiss said.

"Hello again!" the red-haired girl said.

I nodded, "hey."

"Pyrrha graduated at the top of her class in Sanctum!"

I raised my eyebrow.

Infuriated, Weiss continued, "She's won the Mistral Region Tournaments four years in a row! A new record!"

I turned towards Pyrrha, "Congratulations."

"Thank you!"

Angrily, Weiss thrashed her arms about, "She's on the front of every Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes box!"

I gave her a neutral expression, "Ah. That's why you looked familiar. My little sisters loved to eat that cereal... I liked it. Really sweet."

"Yeah," Pyrrha replied, "unfortunately, the cereal isn't very good for you."

Needless to say, Weiss was most definitely not happy.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard Ozpin speak, "Good! Now, take your positions."

Ah, right. From what I recall, he told us... something about landing? As I looked around me, I saw multiple students being launched towards the Emerald Forest. Voicing my concerns, I spoke up, "Uh sir, I don't really have a landing strategyyyYYYYY...!" I was, of course, interrupted mid-sentence by the launchpad rocketing me towards the forest.

"Well, this is probably going to hurt." Oh, did I mention I was screaming the whole time?

THUNK!

I heard the sound of something hitting wood, and only a few moments after that did I realize that I'd stopped falling. I turned to see what nearly impaled me to see something quite familiar.

Pyrrha's spear. I yelled as I hung up high on the tree, "Thanks!"

Soon after, I received a response, "I'm sorry!"

I was about to attempt to pull the spear out when I heard a buzz - I received a notification on my scroll!

Taking my scroll out of one of my pockets, I checked just what I'd received - a message.

From the Foundation. As I read the contents of the message, I could only say one word.

"Shit."

What could have been in the message? Probably obvious, but I'll let y'all think about it.

Lost interest in the previous SCP/RWBY crossover I'd made, sorry. Anyway, this story will be a bunch of one-shots with Jaune as an agent for the Foundation, wherein he (probably) will have encounters with some SCPs, or maybe some GOIs and stuff.

No specific upload pattern, just doing this for fun, and I like this idea more compared to the older one. Unless stated, the one-shots probably won't have any real connections with one another. Probably. Feel free to suggest any ideas. Note that this story (or these stories, rather) are mostly going to be humor-based, and maybe with a hint of sadness and seriousness. Pardon me for any mistakes, and please do point them out.

Some things to note about this Jaune:

He is more competent due to being an agent, but he has no real mastery at the sword and shield.

His mother is deceased, however, the fate of the rest of his family is to be revealed. His family is a bit messed up. (Inspired by Dr. Bright's Family, of course.)

Due to this Foundation being slightly different, but still ultimately with the same goal, Jaune is allowed to know a lot more than the normal agent in the "canon" Foundation would. Due to these differences, the Foundation in this world have a lot less to work with, so the jobs of agents and researches kinda go hand in hand, I guess you could say.