It's here.
It's finally here.
The worst shitshow that I ever made, now REBOOTED & RELOADED, yeah BOI!
And for all you retarded fucks that skim through important shit - I still don't accept requests nor do I accept suggestions.
Don't waste my time with that.
Without further ado, I bring you the revamped version of this garbage Reaction!fic.
Enjoy the free fun!
The patience of the Dark God is something that was not to be tested - the humans on the planet he and his brother created learned that...the hard way.
Yet there he stood in front of them - at first glance, a simple man that looked like a drifter, an outcast with a strange bronze mask of a bearded man, someone who perhaps won't be missed by anyone.
That man was now mockingly laughing at them.
"So, lemme see if I understood this properly...you two asshats are now asking for my help because something is coming and is gonna destroy the whole plane of existence?"
"If the tables were turned, I'd have your tongue ripped off with my bare han-"
"Enough, brother." The Light God interrupted, and spoke again,"Yes, we do. Due to your...unique powers, you are the only one that could help us with this problem."
"...Y'know, it's funny how you say 'us' as in both of you and not the people of Remnant you created. The last time I heard, you were going to 'judge' humanity when you returned to Remnant."
"It is out business what we do with our creations, not yours." the Dark God responded.
"Frankly, if I could, I'd judge you by chopping your heads of and then playing hopscotch on your remains." the man paused for a bit, and then continued,"...You certainly know how to manipulate people, do you, Light One? You're counting on the fact that I actually care about Remnant so that I answer your call for help. Am I right?"
"I will not sugarcoat this to you-"
"Like you did with Ozpin."
The Light God ignored the comment and continued,"What you say is true. For balance and perfection to exist, disorder and chaos must be put to rest. This creature that comes brings the latter, and it's actions will not bode well for all."
The masked man looked at them, and even if it couldn't be seen, contempt for the Gods was radiating through his very being.
"It's funny how in every age I stumble upon, I end up cleaning up the mess or doing an errand for the local Gods. The difference between you and them is that you're aware of my powers and the ways I can use them to end you easily - fate knows you'd deserve it."
"Do not test me, child." The Dark God said, to which the man immediately responded with:
"I won't, cuz you'd probably fail."
"Enough, please!" The Light God pleaded, but the sentence now made the man's gaze switch on him.
"Please? Did you heard Salem's countless 'please' when she begged you to return Ozma to her? When she begged of you to let her die?"
"...She brought it upon herself."
"You're saying as if she had the choice in matter. That's why you'll never understand humanity - desperate men will do desperate things, and all you did was made her into a monster that she is now."
Silence echoed between the three, waiting to be broken by someone.
...
"Give me some time to prepare, and I'll be on my way. On several conditions, of course."
...
"We are listening."
Ruby had absolutely no idea how she ended up here.
In one moment, her sore body was getting to bed after the fight against Cinder and her allies at Haven, and in the next, well...
'Seriously, where am I?'
Her first thought was that she was kidnapped by someone who works for Salem, which would've make sense...if her 'apparent' prison didn't had aligned, grouply separated seats by color on the one side of the room and a giant white screen on the other side that was accompanied by an empty flower vase.
Said room itself was probably the size of a Beacon classroom, if not a bit smaller. Probably the most strange thing about the room was the lighting. No lightbulbs, no fluorescent dust, but floating yellow balls that emitted light.
And pretty strong light at that.
So she soundly concluded that she wasn't kidnapped by anyone who's connected to Salem. While she ruled out one possibility, Ruby couldn't wrap her head around on where and why was she in a cinema-like room.
"Uh, hello?"
Her words didn't echo like she thought they would, which meant that the room probably had some sort of a sound barrier around it.
Ruby noticed that there weren't any exit doors in sight, which made her a little bit panicky at start.
'Calm down Ruby - you are a huntress! Well, huntress-in-training, but still! First things first - gotta find Yang and the rest.'
So she searched the whole room high and low, and called for her sister, her friends and her uncle, but to no avail.
Ruby, however, couldn't help but to notice the odd line-up of the chairs in the room. And it was, since the chairs were split up into three groups, with each group representing a typical color.
The largest group were the white chairs, that sported 22 seats altogether...
'Waitaminute - that one's far too wide to be counted as one! Oh, it's a 'couples-only', like ones in cinemas!'
So Ruby counted total of 23 white chairs. The next group where the grey chairs, which was the smallest as had only 3 seats in total.
The final group were the black chairs, that had 8 of them. Said chairs had individual arms and were slightly separated from each other, probably so that the ones that place themselves on them have as much space as possible.
Ruby also found out that the chairs were quite soft and comfy too, which was nice since she woke up on the floor that felt like it was made from solid rock.
'Now that I think about it, it does kinda look like a cinema room...which probably isn't a place where bad guys usually put their hostages.'
She puffed and sat on one of the white seats.
"I wonder where Yang and the others are..."
"No worries, all of them are safe and sound!"
The voice took Ruby by surprise, since she jumped from her seat and tried to reach for her weapon...which wasn't strapped on her in the first place.
"In fact, they're going to join you right about...now."
Ruby was a bit baffled when she saw black, spinning holes forming in front of all chairs. White smoke came from the outlines of the holes, giving them a more phantom-like look.
What was even more strange was that human-like figures started emerging from those holes and were being shaped into the people she knew all too well.
Family, teammates, friends, teachers...and enemies alike.
"Ruby...?"
Oscar was going through a multitude of moods.
First he felt a bit...dazy?
The last thing he remembered was informing Qrow( by Ozpin's instructions) before passing out from exhaustion.
Secondly, he felt a bit...
'Empty?'
He tried to reach out to Ozpin, but the former Beacon Headmaster wasn't there to answer.
Scratch that, Oscar felt like Ozpin wasn't in his head at all! It was a liberating feeling, as if a great burden was removed from his shoulders. But he couldn't help that he sensed an...emptiness inside of him.
Granted, he DID share his body with Ozpin, and without him in the picture - Oscar had a lot more space.
'Speaking of that, this...room is quite spacy. Wait, is that...'
"Ruby...?"
"Oh, Oscar! I mean Ozpin! I, uh, who am I speaking to now?" Ruby mumbled out.
"It's me, Ruby. I don't think Ozpin...is with me anymore."
"It is because I am present here Mr. Pines, Mrs. Rose."
Both of them turned and looked below them to see the Headmaster of Beacon alive and well, albeit he was missing his cane.
"P-Professor Ozpin? You're alive!" Ruby yelped, almost with an excited glee. The Headmaster placed both of his hands behind his back, forming his usual posture.
"But how, you may ask? I'm afraid that I don't know that myself, and that is..."
"Pyrrha?"
Ruby and Oscar turned behind them, while Ozpin simply looked a bit further to see the shocked eyes of Jaune Arc that were set on his former teammate, Pyrrha Nikos.
"Jaune...I..."
She didn't get the chance to finish as her body was wrapped in a tight hug, given by her team leader. Pyrrha reflexivelly returned the hug.
"Oh, get a room you two!"
Ruby eyes darted to the source of a familiar voice that she hasn't heard in a long time...
"Torchwick!?"
The notorious criminal never got the chance to properly respond to his longtime nemesis...because Neo tackled him with a hug to a chair.
She noticed that there were quite a lot of people too - the professors from Beacon, General Ironwood, a couple that kinda resembled Blake in some way, Weiss' sister, uncle Qrow, her dad...
And she just noticed that he's been starring at her for some time.
"Oh, uh...hi dad."
Taiyang's face wasn't a happy one, that's for sure. And Ruby knew that her dad had all the reasons to be mad at her.
"I'm sorry for leaving...like that. I..."
Ruby didn't know what else to say.
Fortunately, she didn't have to, as Taiyang dropped the serious facade and started laughing a bit.
When his laughter died out, he said:
"Oh, you should've seen the look on your face! It's alright, sweetie - I already forgived you. But next time, just tell me instead of disappearing like that."
"But...you probably wouldn't let me go if I did that."
"Hm, true enough. Ah well, like it matters now. Anyway, I think that someone over there is quite eager to see you." Taiyang said as he pointed to Ruby's left.
"Hello, friend Ruby!"
"P-P-PENNY?!"
He would be lying to himself if he thought that the whole scene was not...amusing. Which it was.
'I mean, c'mon - when was the last time I've been in the same room with the characters of one of my favorite shows? And now I just sounded like a fanboy living in his parents basement, ugh.'
So he gave them all a minute to get their marbles together - after all, it can be quite a shocker to see your beloved ones who died in front of your eyes to be standing now right in front of you.
It was...heartwarming, with both the good and the bad guys too. He saw how Emerald was restraining herself from breaking down upon seeing Cinder alive and well beside her.
Speaking of Cinder...
He noticed how the Fall Maiden started to act a bit panicky, and he knew very well why.
'Well, might as well start this charade now...'
"I presume all of you have calmed down a bit?"
His booming voice got everyone's attention now.
Heh, this is going to be even more fun than I expected...
"Who are you? Show yourself!" Yang demanded, with a threatening tone at that...
"Tsk tsk tsk...such disrespect, even after I've returned what you've lost..."
True to that, Yang's robotic arm was replaced with a flesh and blood one. He saw her shocked face when she realized it, but now it seemed like either she decided to wing with it, or she completely forgot about that.
'The attention span of a typical rowdy action girl, ugh...'
"You are lucky that I'm in a good mood now, otherwise...well, something you gained might be lost again. I ask of you to take your seats, please."
The blonde brawler backed off a bit and did exactly what he told them all to do. Most of the cast sat down...but not all of them.
"And who are you to ask anything of us?" Salem asked as all of her followers stood beside her.
"How rude! Why, I am your host and all of you...are my guests. Now, would you kindly sit on your chairs?"
And like that, everyone who was standing sat on their respective chairs...even if it wasn't a voluntary action.
'Huh, guess being an immortal prissy master of the Grimm makes someone able to resist the phrase. Work of charm has to do, it seems.'
"It would be so much easier and a lot less awkward if you would sit down and let me explain all of...this."
Salem eyes darted throughout the room, looking for the source of the voice. But the only thing she saw was that everyone was sitting and were kind of expecting of her to sit as well.
If she were the girl she once used to be, she might've been embarrassed at the whole predicament. Eventually, Salem sat, since she found no point on prolonging something foolish.
And unlike Cinder, she wasn't being nervous over the lack of her magical abilities. Not in front of him.
Never in front of him.
Even now, she is trying to suppress her emotions, because she didn't have the necessary catalyst to unleash them.
With effort, Salem calmed herself down and decided not to make any kind of contact with Ozpin, lest she makes a unnecessary scene.
Suddenly, the vase that was near the screen started sliding towards the centre of the stage.
"Now, you may ask yourselves - why the heck is this vase moving around? Well, the answer is really simple...Oh, who am I kidding? Might as well cut the dramatics and properly introduce myself."
The form of the vase disappeared into yellow dust, and a figure appeared in it's place.
It was a man of a slim build who mostly wore regular civilian clothes, being a t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. However, two things did make him stand out.
The first one was a mask that had an eerie appearance of a human skull, with thick, black hair added on the top of the skull, forming it into, almost, a hood.
The second was his t-shirt. Or rather, the picture that was on the t-shirt...
"Is that me on your shirt?!" Ruby pointed at him. Indeed, his black t-shirt had a posing red silhouette of Ruby Rose, alongside the letters RWBY that were located beneath her.
"Yes it is! Got in on a sale - this kind of merch is pretty pricey, you know? Next question!"
"Where are we exactly?" Ironwood asked sternly.
"Glad you asked, Woody!" he said, which earned him an unamused expression of Ironwood, as well as few snickers from the resident blonde comedians.
He then started slowly walking around the screen, and then spoke a bit louder than before:
"This...is a limbo. A passage way where the flow of time and space convolutes and breaks apart, creating a cycle of destruction and creation of new timelines. As to your possible next question on how you got here in the first place,well..."
He stopped at the centre of the stage, the previous spot where he's been already.
"I pulled your timeline from one such destruction. Simply speaking, I saved you from being reduced to nothingness."
"Can you prove that theory? I've never heard such malarkey before."
"Your existence here, as well as the presence of...certain individuals here, is proof enough. Go read a book, Watts." he responded, to which the former Atlas scientist looked at him and was ready to respond if it wasn't for the raised hand of Salem, a clear sign for him to silence himself.
But it did not mean the others were to be silenced as well.
"My Queen, can we trust his wo-?" Tyrian spoke up before being interrupted by the said Queen.
"He is right."
It was a statement which surprised almost everyone in the room. It brought a concealed smile to his masked face too.
"Well, I'm...happy to hear that - means that I can go straight to the interesting part!"
The masked man cleared his throat first.
"Your next presumed question is probably - how did I manage to do that? Well, the answer is really simple - the reality you belong to isn't, hmm...how do I put it...? Ah yes! It isn't the main one."
"Wait, wait, wait - it isn't the main one? What's that supposed to mean?" Qrow was growing a bit suspicious now, and the masked man took notice of that.
"Alright, be prepared for some heavy bullsh-" The masked man was suddenly interrupted by the stern voice of Glynda Goodwitch.
"Language, please!"
"Ugh, fine mom. Be prepared for some heavy...manure, because there's a lot of it to process. So..."
"Your own timeline, which we, well...I'll call it a fragment , is one of many separate pieces of the main timeline that is run by the higher ups."
"Are...are they run by the Gods?"
The masked man turned to Ozpin, and took notice of his rather...peculiar tone.
"Nope. The twin jackasses aren't the all powerful's there - they too also have creators, with specific instructions on what to do."
"What kind of...instructions?"
The last part was said in a much calmer fashion, to which the masked man knew that Salem's patience was running thin. Sure, the Queen of Grimm was powerless now, like all the others, but he wanted to avoid any unnecessary drama as possible now.
Besides, such drama is technically on the schedule, only...much later.
"Just to create humanity, create Grimm and act like Gods. Nothing much, really."
Salem was calm...for now, at least.
"Question! What is our purpose here?" Penny spoke, her cheery, enthusiastic tone caught the masked man off guard.
"That's a pretty good question! You only need to stay here until I fix your timeline and you can go back home."
Mercury decided to speak up:
"And what do you get from that? Why...help us?"
"Because I'm such a nice guy who loves you all! Well, not ALL of you, but still!"
The answer definitely did make some of the cast sweatdrop.
"How long do we have to wait until you fix...our timeline?"
The masked man turned to face Raven, and responded to her question:
"Eh, time is pretty relative and confusing here, so I can't exactly say how LONG it's gonna take. Probably pretty long."
"But...I understand at how all of you got here. But what about...?"
"What about people such as yourself, Pyrrha? Well, I have to share a little secret."
The masked man approached closer to the audience, and spoke in a slow, clear way:
"Death cannot stop me, and you know why? Because I've gone beyond it. Death is nothing more than a mere nuisance, a simple setback. Death is not the end - be sure to remember that when I finish my work, Pyrrha Nikos."
Safe to say, it didn't brought any comfort to the former Huntress-in-training. And yet, it didn't bring the sense of hopelessness either.
Her train of thought was interrupted by the words of the very woman who killed her.
"So we just...aimlessly wait here?"
"I'm glad you asked that! So, in order to kill the boredom, I have this humongous screen behind me, from where we all will watch the different timelines of yourselves! Timelines where the roles you've been given could be different from your original ones, perhaps even opposite! Timelines with different settings, with some of them not even having the threat of Grimm looming around them! Aaand I should stop talking now, since I'm pretty sure I've made an annoying wall of text now."
"Wall of text? What are you even talk-?"
But the masked man didn't wait for Blake to finish her sentence, as he spread his arms open and was about to say:
"Now, the official gree-"
"Wait! What is your name?"
before he got interrupted by Ruby. But instead of complaining about it, he simply responded:
"Well, I know all of your names, so I suppose it is fair for you to know my name too."
His open arm gesture was then replaced with a mocking shrug:
"It's Bob."
He then broke down into white smoke-like wisps that formed a sentence in front of the whole audience so that everybody would see it.
It read:
Welcome to the Dimensional Cinema! Hope you have a nice stay!
P.S. Try not to kill each other during screen time and/or transitions!
The whole room fell into silence...which was broke by a snickering Yang, who muffled out in between her laughs:
"Who...gives their kid...a n-name like...BOB?!"
Some of the members had to agree - it was pretty funny.
But the laughter soon ceased when the screen flashed brightly.
Who knows what revelations will be made clear to all of them?
A/N: Welp, that covers the introduction of this shit. The fic's premise...is drastically changed now. Some of the old reactions will be kept, albeit with some improvements, while others will be discarded as garbage they are. As to why - it's because I have much better ideas.
This fic has a secret, a very obvious one at that.
Pretty sure I've put enough clues for you to get it right away.
SNEAK PEAK:
"I HAVE THE SHINIEST MEAT BICYCLE!"
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