This is my first ever fanfic, so please forgive me for any mistakes and/or grammar error.

I don't own RWBY nor any of the characters other than my own. Any references belong to their respective movies, stories, authors and anyone else I may have forgotten to mention.

Now please enjoy your regularly (but not really) scheduled pile of garbage that I like to call my story.

Chapter 1: A New Threat?

Remnant, a world filled with so much wonder, beauty...

and an over abundance of monsters, but MOSTLY wonder and beauty!

The early history of Remnant may have been lost to the sands of time thanks to these soulless dicks of darkness, but it is still one filled with many stories, stories that speak of legends and myths. From the maidens who held great power over the seasons themselves to the silver eyed warriors that could strike fear into the hearts of Grimm, with Vale being one out of the four kingdoms to reside on such a wonderful/nightmarish hunk of rock.

These kingdoms have stood strong against the tides of Grimm, their continued existence a defiance towards the personification of mankind's extinction.

Of course despite the OBVIOUS THREAT to your entire species existence, that doesn't seem to be enough to stop politics and other petty government officials from trying to murder one another.

Geez, and they call ME insane.

Anyway let me skip all of this boring stuff and get right to the good stuff.

So yeah, so and so said something insulting about someone's finger paint art, something something about someone's mother and a goat, bla bla 'The Great War'!

In the aftermath of Remnants war (if you could call it that) came the Huntsman Academies, schools that would train a bunch of hormonal teenagers how to use weapons and how to kill a man 17 different ways with a spoon.

Oh Remnant...why?

Seriously who thought that this was a good idea? Did some councilman and his friends just take, like, a shit ton of drugs and sat around in a room throwing ideas around until one of them said "Hey guys, why don't we make a school and teach CHILDREN how to fight better than most of our military forces? You know, because Grimm!", and all his friends are just as fucked up in the head as he is so they just go "Yeah man, great idea!", until they wake up from their drug induced coma and realize how badly they just fucked up, but still went along with it because they didn't want to look like idiots?

Take it from a guy who has done this kind of stupid before...

don't...

ANYWAY! The Huntsman Academies, defending/terrorizing the kingdoms of Remnant ever since. One of these such Academies has been known throughout Remnant to be the best, Beacon Academy. Happily located within the City of Vale and looked after by the headmaster himself, Professor Oz!

No, I don't care what they keep telling me! That man is the wizard from the wizard of Oz, I just know it!

Said headmaster was just siting in his office, sipping his coffee (which I am fairly certain is bottomless, probably because of his wizardyness.), all in all just enjoying the day as a whole.

Or that's what he would be doing, had it not been for his closes friend Qrow to carry an unconscious woman into his office just a few hours ago.

Is it Tuesday already?

Now with the knowledge that his greatest foe is making her move and with the Fall maiden Amber comatosed and missing half her powers, it looks like the game has started, and it's not in his favor.

You can tell where I'm going with this can't you?

Well grab your popcorn, snuggle up in your p.j's, and call your psychiatrist because this is about to get fun!

Things were not looking well for Ozpin.

With half of the fall maidens powers stolen, Qrow running off to go find out more about the queen and her pawns and the new year about to start within a week or two, things were just piling up one after another. Closing his eyes he takes a sip of his heavenly beverage, a divine gift from the gods as he can start to feel his stress and mind unwind, flowing away in a calm river made of the finest caffeine and sugar. When he finishes, he was once more greeted by the sight of his most trusted colleague Glynda Goodwitch.

"This is not looking to be in our favor," Glynda pointed out, "While we managed to save Ms. Autumn with the new state-of-the-art medical equipment General Ironwood has provided us, the damage to Ms. Autumn is more severe then we may have thought prior. I don't know if she will make it soon."

"Then the best we can do is keep Ms. Autumn in a stable condition until we can find a new host for the fall maiden." Ozpin calmly replied.

Slowly he rises from his seat, grabbing ahold of his cane as he walks over to the window. "Our enemy has finally made the first move and we are none the wiser on what their planning."

Ozpin takes another sip of his liquefied brown gold. "How have you been today Glynda?"

"Stressed." She replies curtly.

"I can tell." Ozpin said, sparing Glynda a glance as a smirk spread across his face before returning his gaze back outside the window.

Glynda sighed. "I don't mean to sound offensive Ozpin, but with everything that's happening right now we might not be able to sit around and exchange small talk. The queen has started to make her move, white fang attacks have been steadily increasing and this years students will be arriving soon."

"I understand your reasons of worry Glynda, but rest assured, we will prevail in this." Ozpin clearly states, turning around to face Glynda. "This is not the first time that we've had the odds stacked against us."

Ozpin turns back around to face the window once again. "Besides, miracles don't just fall out of the sky."

As if the gods themselves have heard Ozpins words and decided to give him the one finger salute, a strong and unknown gust of wind started to pick up within his office. Papers started to fly everywhere as the wind gradually picked up more speed.

"Ozpin, what's going on!?" Glynda Shouted, holding onto her scroll pad thing while also trying to keep the wind from yanking off her glasses.

"I don't know! Get to the elevator, we need to make sur-" Ozpin was interrupted as the sound-effect of cloth being torn could be heard at the far end of his office.

Looking in said direction, both professors eyes widened at what they were witnessing. A bright blue line could be seen shining in the center of the room, which steadily expanded, growing into a big blue rift of some sort as the reality of space itself was being torn in two like it was a paper towel.

Gritting his teeth, Ozpin grabbed his cane and gave it a few test swings before getting into a more comfortable stance for combat. Glynda manages to put her scroll away before getting out her riding crop.

"You don't think this could be her doing do you!?" Glynda asks Ozpin, the wind flowing everywhere, making it a bit hard to hear.

"Stay vigilant! We don't know what nightmare she might be sending our way!" Ozpin shouts back.

"can you at least put the coffee mug down! I would feel more safe if you had both hands free and ready!" Glynda glares at said mug.

"Lets not make foolish choices here!" Ozpin calmly shouts back.

Before Glynda could respond, a faint sound could be heard coming from the rift. Slowly the noise grew louder, as whatever was in the rift was getting closer and closer.

"...eeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEVVVVEEE!" Something yelled, before a figure shot out and landed face first onto the floor, sliding across it and stopping right at the tippy toes of Ms. Goodwitche's feet.

Immediately afterwords, the rift suddenly collapsed in on itself, disappearing from the room. The wind finally stopped blowing everything around, leaving the office in a huge mess.

To say that both professors were confused would be an understatement of the century. As both Glynda and Ozpin just stand there trying to figure out what happened, they are quickly reminded of their guest, groaning in pain. Not wanting to take chances with the, young man faced planted on the floor, both professors do a quick perception check.

The first thing that screams in their head when looking at him would be a scientist, if the white Howie lab coat had any help in pointing that out. Along with some simple brown khaki pants and militaristic black boots.

Along his waist was a belt that looked to carry many tools, possibly for engineering or construction purposes?

All of this was seen, analyzed and processed Within a span of 0.23 seconds mind you. Fear veteran hunters.

After waiting for about a solid two minutes of absolute nothing, Glynda was the first to relax and speak.

"Do...do you suppose he could be working for-"

Without warning, the stranger bolted upright, as if a puppet on strings, and leveled a look at Glynda with eyes that only held one thing.

Insanity.

"I WORK FOR NO MAN!" He proudly shouted.

Before being royally bitch-slapped by a riding crop.

The young man hit the floor like a fat man at a four mile marathon.

Silence fell like the young man in Ozpins office as Glynda just stood their. After about a few seconds of Glynda imitating a fish Ozpin finally decided to properly deal with the situation.

"Well, you seem to be handling this situation just fine." Ozpin wisely stated, calmly walking over the poor knocked out fool and making his way towards the elevator. "I'm going to go and make sure Ms. Autumn is still safe. Take care." And with that, the elevator doors close, leaving behind a very confused and disgruntled Glynda.

Many questions were going on through Glynda's head at that moment. Who is this man? Where did he come from? Is he a scientist of some kind? Is his left eye suppose to swell and be that shade of purple? you know, the usual.

Shaking herself out of her stupor, Glynda looked down on the unconscious man for any clues. Lucky for her there appeared to be a nametag on his lab coat. Leaning in closer, she read the weird and foreign name as best as she could.

"Philip?"

Well, First chapter first story. What do you think?

If any of you know how I can improve it then please do tell me. For future knowledge, this entire story is for humor and for me to practice my story skills.

This character WILL not make much of any sense so forewarning.

~Maddogcode69~