AN/ Hey guys CFX328 here with a "experiment" story. I just thought of this after rewatching Season 1 and 2. I warn you now the OC of this story is black, so you will hear the dreaded N word in the story. If it offends you in any way, please do not read it. This story is a Semi-AU, Self Insert Fic. Now enough of my bull, on to the story :)
I do NOT own RWBY or any of Mounty Oum's characters
R.I.P. Mounty Oum :(
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Aiight, first thing I wanna get off my chest.
How the FUCK did I get my ass sent here.
First, let me tell you what happen real quick. It was night time in the state of Chicago, after chillin' with my boy's for a bit; Mama had called me in to eat with the family. So now we eatin' dinner, it was steak, green beans and mash potatoes. God damn, was it good as fuck, but that's beside the point. After eatin', me and my brother Darnell went upstairs to get some sleep. I closed my eyes and now I wake up in a dumpster… literally.
Crazy, right?
Okay, you know what… let me just introduce myself.
My name is Reakwon Johnson. Now I know what you're thinking:
That is the corniest last name for a black dude, ever.
Well, it ain't my fault. You can blame that dumb nigga above who couldn't think of a good last name.
How you gonna talk about ya boy like that?
Nah man, you think 'cause you my inner, INNER voice that it justify the dumb shit you do.
Okay, damn chill out homie.
Sigh… anyway, back to what I was sayin'. I have light carmel brown skin and brown eyes. I'm about average height, just enough to be considered above the short scale. Though to make up for my short height, I have a pretty muscular build. I'm not RIPPED or anything like that, but a got some meat on me.
Pause.
No homo. Now let's talk about ya boy's hair. Not to brag but… I GOT WAVES FOR DAYS! I mean fo'real though, I got them tidal waves; those aftershock ripples.
Ain't that technically Mary Sue?
Whaaatttt… you trippin' man. Anyways, over my upper body, I wear a plain white t-shirt under a black zippered hoodie. I wear red and black Nike sneakers under a pair of dark blue sweatpants. On my head, I wear a red and white Chicago Bulls snapback. Around my neck is sliver chain necklace, a sliver cross hanging down.
Summary: I'm thugged out.
You lose some thug points for them glasses though.
C'mon man, why you always gotta throw shade at a brotha? But enough with the intros, let's get into the situation. I am currently walking through a dirty ass alleyway. It was nighttime, the streets smelled of cigarette smoke and the faint piss stench.
Reminds me of Camden.
As I stroll down, I can't help but notice all the weird looks people are givin' me. Some people had the nerve to back away as I passed through. It's like they never seen a black dude before. I look up noticing the array of clothes suspended by a rope line, water drops drippin' to the ground below.
"Eww, nasty ass people…" I mutter wiping off a drop that had landed on my nose.
I suddenly feel my stomach grumble.
Yo, I'm hungry as a muthafuka right now…
What'chu got in yo pockets?
I stopped walkin', briefly rummagin' through my pant's pocket. I pulled out my iPhone 6 and a crinkled up 5 dollar bill. Okay, I think I can roll with this; I just need to find sometin' to eat.
As I continue down the street, I turn on my iPhone. Quickly puttin' in my password, I find that I can't even get Wifi in this bitch. I grumble, shoving it back into my pants. I looked forward, my eyes suddenly widened in excitement.
I found a corner store.
With new found energy, I sprinted towards the store. As I got closer, I saw an illuminated sign that read:
"From Dust Till Dawn"
I shrugged, it ain't matter to me as long as they got some grub. I opened the fancy wooden door, the first thing I saw was an old man. The first thing I thought when I saw this dude was how much he look like Professor Pickle from Sonic Unleashed; with a fucked up hairline. I looked around the building, it looked like an genric store to me. Except for the 5 tubes that hung on the side of the store. It contained some weird ass multi colored goop inside. I walked up to the glass counter he stood behind. He quickly noticed me, I noted how he started to sweat.
"M-M-May I help you s-sir." He stuttered, visibly shaking.
I sighed.
"Umm..." I scratched my chin. "Do you got some food in here or somethin'?"
He pointed to the back. "S-Snacks are back there."
"Thank you." I said truly grateful. I wasted no time making my way down to the snack isle. When I made it there, it felt like I was at Heaven's Gates. There were chips, drinks, pastries and diffrents kinds of candy. I think my mouth was literally waterin'.
Stop being greedy and get somethin' nigga. Damn! We got the same body so you know I'm hungry as shit!
You right, you right. Let's see what we got here.
Honey Buns… nope
Jolly Rangers… nope
Six Gum… nope
Cheetah Puffs… the fuck?
The hell is with these fake ass name brands. Cheetah Puffs… really nigga?
You got the nerve to high maintenance. Ain't you the same muthafucka who loves to eat ramen noodles for breakfast?
Ay man, the struggle was real.
It really was…
Whatever. I grab two bags of Cheetah Puffs and turn to make my way back to the clerk. But I suddenly stopped, something catching my eye. Adjacent to the snack section was a young girl based on her short height. She wore a red cloak over her concealing her body. She currently had her back facing towards me.
You tryin' spit game, homie?
Fo' sure, no doubt about it.
I licked my thumb before dragging it across both of my eyebrows. I smoothly strolled to her direction, I was full of confidence. Once I got within range, I took a deep breath. I poked her shoulder slowly. She turned to me, giving me a clear look at her. She had reddish black hair that hung to her shoulders. She wore a black blouse with red trims and a matching skirt. On her legs were black leggins' over black and red boots.
She got so much red that she could pass off as a Blood.
What stood out the most for me are her sliver… eyes? I've seen bitches get they eyes bleached red before, but sliver? That's gonna take some gettin' use to.
Did I forget to say she has rose colored headphones on her neck?
Look alive nigga! She takin' to you!
"Huh?" I said aloud.
"I asked if you needed something." She said, face expectant for an answer.
My brain finally clicked.
"Oh! Nah, I was…" My eyes frantically look around for an escape route. Luckily, my eyes landed on her headphones.
Bingo.
"Where you get them headphones from?" I said quickly, though it came out harsher than I ment.
"Oh these?" She smiled, pointin' behind her. "There right over here."
"Thank you baby girl, one love!" I walked by her. I faintly hear her repeat 'baby girl' in confusion.
Yo, what the hell was that?
Look I don't know, that bitches eyes made me lose focus!
Your game slippin'
Tch, stop being a hater.
An assortment of headphones lay in rows on the large metal shelf. I looked around until I saw one that spoke to me. I reached up and grabbed an white and red pair. I put them on my ears; they felt comfortable enough. I guess I'll get these.
Alright, now I have somethin' to eat and somethin' to listen to.
You dumb as shit, you really think you can afford all that shit?
Man, you talkin' to a bonafide hustla. I know just how to get all this stuff.
You ain't about to steal it are you?
What?! Yo, that's disrespectful to label me a stereotype.
You did it before.
That was different, I had to feed the fam.
"Hey, you two!" I turned back. There stood a generic looking goon in a black and red suit. He pulled out a BIG ASS red machete and pointed it in our direction.
"Give me all of your belongings, now!"
"Wait… is this a robbery?" She asked genuinely confused.
"Yes!" He growled, obviously annoyed.
"Hold up!"
It's time to be the knight in black armor… I hope.
I stood protectively in front of the slivered eyed girl. "Look man, you better get yo generic lookin' ass up out of here."
I think saying that pissed him off.
Nigga, what the FUCK are you doin'?!
What the FUCK am I doin?!
"Bastard!" He raised his sword high.
I froze in place.
I was goin' to die…
I was goin' to die…
I was goin' to die…
My only regret is that…
I never got to get no ass.
Really, nigga?
I closed my eyes, awaiting my death.
I suddenly felt movement around me and hear a pain grunt.
SHATTER!
What is happin'… I should be dead right now…
Open yo eyes, fool!
I slowly opened my eyes to find that the girl and the goon were both gone.
"The hell…" I muttered shaking my head. Alright, it's time to get the fuck outta here. I jogged around fallen shelves and goods. As I made for the exit, I saw the old clerk acting like a bitch under the counter. I sighed, continued on ignoring the big behind hole in the glass window.
Wait, you not gonna pay for that?
I'll get back to him later on that.
Quickly putting the headphones around my neck and puffs in my hoodie pocket, I exited the store.
And what I saw next, surprised the shit out of me.
The sliver eyed girl was currently beating the SHIT of the suited men. In her hands was a huge metal scythe, consistin' of red, black and gray colors. She planted the head of her weapon on the ground. Leaping forward, she gripped the handle of the scythe rotating her body a fast speed; knock out all goons nearby.
"Got dayum…" I whispered.
Wait a minute.
I just realized that I was about to die for this bitch and she had a WEAPON?!
Well, she still saved you
That shit don't mat-
Fine. Whatever. Fuck it.
"Over there!" I looked to the right of me. Now I was suddenly surround by goons.
Shit.
Shit.
"Yo, what's good with ya'll?..." I asked nervously.
I grunted, feeling a force knock me to the ground. Followed multiple other forces on my body. I then realized somethin':
I'm getting' jumped.
Well this isn't the first time it has happened to me. Livin' in Chi Town you have to be ready to be fight at a time. If you not smart you'll get yo ass shot by a random crackhead on the block. I remember one rule to ALWAYS follow no matter what.
Never, ever, EVER try to fight a group by yourself.
"Baby girl!" My shout muffled by the stomping. "Help me!"
I saw her look in my direction.
Yes, she comin' over here!
I felt relief as the goons were all knocked away.
"Are you alright?" She asked concerned.
I slowly got up, wiping the dust off my clothes.
"It's all good." I said flexing my arms in emphasis.
She nodded, turning her head to a building with a long black ladder on the side.
She turned back to me, a sheepish look on her face. "Sorry to cut this short but I really have to go… like now."
She took off. No fo'real she really took off like a rocket. In a instance she was climbin' the ladder.
"Oh hell naw!" I shouted moving forward.
I felt a sharp pain in my leg.
"Fuck!" I stumbled, almost falling to the ground.
Damn,… them dudes fucked you up.
Shut up.
With the strength I had I walked-
Limped.
…Limped down to the direction the sliver eyed girl had gone.
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AN/ So… did you like it… If you haven't noticed before, expect "ghettoness" from the main character Reakwon. This is my first try at humor in a story, I hope I didn't eff it up. Please review the story and tell me if I should continue or not. And if you have ideas please tell me. I love it when readers give their own interesting ideas. Stay tuned for the next chapter… maybe.
See ya'll, CFX328