A little girl, about 8 years old, gleefully, runs down the poverty stricken street. Her expensive, white coat was slathered with mud. The Schnee Robotics crest is falling off the back. Elegant notes flow from her mouth a town gets nearer. Everyone knew her as the bright bubbles girl. She had a brilliant smile and Snow White teeth. She loved to play with the maids and was loved by everyone around her.
"Hey!," says an annoyed high pitched sound. The 8 year old turns around, to see 6-year old, Weiss Schnee run into her. They smash into each other and fall, covered in mud,
"Winter!" Weiss cries as she quickly stands up. "Look what you did."Her clothes somehow survived the run, unlike her sister, but now drenched in mud. Winter meanwhile, was rolling around in a pile, laughing.
"Look at you. You're all covered in mud, Winter. Keep cool, Weiss. Weiss cool" Weiss, angry, whispered.
"WINTER! WEISS!" A voice booms. Footsteps shake the ground as a group of robotic warriors, wielding machine guns. In front, an angry man crosses his arms in bitterness. Weiss and Winter immediately stop what they're doing and faced their father.
"You ran away from me and now you're a mess. That was dangerous. You could've been killed by enemies or captured and entered the slave trade," their father huffs, crossing his arms.
"I'm sorry," Winter and Weiss say the same time. Winter looked like she was about to cry, while Weiss stood stiffly, on her heels, chin raised. Their father, Mr. Schnee, calmly shook his head in exasperation. How different both his daughters were. He, obviously, knew who was going to take over his Robotics company. He uncrossed his arms and swiftly picked up his daughters. One in each of his hands.
"I'm sorry for yelling. Let's go get to the slave trade, now. Get you guys some caretakers,"Mr Schnee, smiles and starts to walk. The group of robots surround them in a wall of protection. Winter puts her head in her father's neck and started sniffling from her tears, while Weiss moved her head, curious about what her father wanted them to see.
Finally, after a little while, which was a lot for a 8 and 6-year old, the wall of robots. Opened up.
In front of her amazed The Schnee sisters. Groups of people, human and Faunus separated in rows. Though they were slaves, like their father said there were differences. Even little girls, like Winter and Weiss could human slaves looked much better than the Faunus slaves. Few scars covered the skin and their bodies looked well-fed. Meanwhile, the Faunus slaves looked unhealthy. Their bodies were like twigs and ropes were tightly tied around their wrists. Their wrists were swelling around the ropes. Their eyes had dark bags and scars littered their bodies. Some even had missing limbs, replaced by robotic body parts. Most of the Faunus had their animal-like quality, like a cat faunus's ears or a deer faunus's antlers were cut or injured.
"What is this place?," Winter whispers to Weiss as Mr. Schnee put down his daughters. Weiss shrugs, even though their father had just said, and does her best to scrape off the mud from her soft dress, which she was sure was ruined.
Meanwhile, Mr. Schnee leaves them and walks towards the human slaves and begins looking at them. A couple robots idle near Winter and Weiss to protect them. Weiss grumbles and sits down to close her eyes. She opens her eye, in no surprise, Winter was running off with the robots chasing her. Weiss stood up. Might as well explore. Weiss thinks.
Weiss slowly walks through the rows of humans. Some of them smile at her and other scowl. Weiss quickly jogged away from the scowling humans. She continued to walk along the aisles. Face by face. After a while, she realized she was looking at the Faunus. One Faunus with a large curled reptilian tale growled at her. Such monstrosity Weiss thought, remembering constant phrase, Faunus are nothing, but bad, from her father, himself.
As she reared the back of the slave farm, she heard a small whimper.