Hello all you RWBY fans out there, my name is Gary (Or Gaaaaaaryyyyy! if you've played Fallout.) Not a monument ours name, but it's done well by me. Anyways, I once tried to write a few fanfics on another account (Which was screwed with and had everything changed around, don't ask) and they ranged from mediocre at best, to a failure of writing at worst. Asides from my personal laments, I've been taking an essay and story composition course, so here's hoping that helps. I hope you all enjoy, and feel free to send feedback, anything is appreciated. Even flames, because those are hilarious and will be used to toast marshmallows. Adeiu!

"Insert Credits"

This is what I saw in my face as I woke up from-

From…. What even happened? Last thing I remember is driving out of the parking lot in my vintage 1980s Toyota MR2. I'm not a car junkie or anything, but the slick rear-wheel drive and 1.8L midsize engine, this beast is pretty much an engine on wheels. Not to mention my amazing paint job- a falsetto chrome with a crimson red on the hood and around the grill that makes it look like I hit zombies or something.

Cost me a LOT, but SO worth every penny when I'm cruising through the strip malls nearby.

Though, my amazing car doesn't save me from hallucinations, as that, granted it was good music, coin-op arcade sound blared around me as I stared into the screen of one cabinet. I tried to look or walk away from it, but my body was pretty much bolted in place. I could move my head a little, allowing me to see that I was in some sort of old arcade, presumably after hours, since all the lights were out, and all machines but this one were off. Don't ask me how that works, or how a single speaker above me can play music while the others remain silent.

I tried looking at the edges of the cabinet I was planted in front of, but I wasn't able to move to see it very well. All I could make out were some black werewolf-looking shapes, and some red and yellow blurs behind them. Above the screen, on the game's title panel, was a blank cesium-looking plate, with lots of scratches on where paint must have shown what the game was. I could faintly make out what was either an R or P, and a V or Y at the end. Probably called "PLAY!" or something lame like that.

I looked down at myself and didn't see any of my usual clothes. I remembered putting on a T-shirt with a Deadpool mask on it, a Paris green (Not actual Paris Green- I don't want to inhale rat poison) bandana hidden around my neck (That I liked to slide up to cover my nose and mouth because fuck you.) with my personal logo on it. This logo was an azure shield emblazoned with a green snake wrapped around an orange-hilted dagger. I had also been wearing forest-green motorcycle pants, and brown hiking boots. Call me a fashion disaster, but tell that to my fangirls at school.

Now, I was wearing an emerald hoodie with my logo emblazoned on the front and back, with surprisingly nice military dregs and a patrol cap. I wasn't even associated with the military, and I hoped I wouldn't get arrested or something for impersonation.

I returned my focus to the game as I saw a handful of quarters on the cabinet. I was able to pick them up, and slid them in. The game now displayed 6 credits, and now said "Player 1 Select Character".

I just stared at the screen, because it was blank for about 10 seconds, before showing my face. I almost leapt back in surprise, but again, I was mainly immobile. It then asked me to type in a name , presumably for a high score or whatever. Another shocker, there was only one big button on the cabinet itself. I tried rolling it, since i've played a few games like that. It didn't budge. Not surprising, to be honest. I said, "What the hell?", and clicked it.

Nothing happened. I blinked a few times, and the world seemed to moved about 3 inches to the right. Okay…

I spammed it for a few seconds, and the screen furiously blinked "Cool it, Jackhole." What? I'm not sure what a 'jackhole' is… Like, asshole and jackass? This game's a dick. I flipped it off, and it displayed a hand on the screen, flipping me off back. Now, I should be angry, but that's fucking hilarious. A coin-op game flipping you off. "That's something you don't see every day!", I exclaimed to nobody.

"I know, right?", I heard a voice exclaim. "WHAT DU SHITTTTTT!" I manly screamed, in a very manly tone, being very manly and all.

"Haha, calm down, hotshot," I heard the same female voice says behind me. I tried to turn around, but was still stuck in place. "My name's Anabel, and I'm going to be your guide from here on out! Now you don't have to listen to some outdated coin-op cabinet with a very sensitive personality."

"Guide? To what?"

"Duh. Your new life, mister Game-Master!"

"Hey, I liked my old life just fine!", I angrily retorted.

"Yeah, but this will be MUCH better. I mean, I can tell you all about it, but that's boring. I will tell you that women outnumber men by like 8 to one or something like that, so guys get loo~ts of ladies," Anabel sultrily replied.

"I'm not a womanizer, Anabel. And you sound like a great girl and all, but I'm not looking for a relationship right now. Sorry, I'm sure-" Anabel interrupted me there. "Okay hotshot, let's get something straight. I'm not into you. You WILL, however, be in the market, once you see the place you're going."

"Who said I was going? As nice and beautiful these women may be, I'm not a womanizer. I have no reason for leaving my current life, where I'm happy with my job and friends, family notwithstanding."

"Oh, parent issues? That sucks, dude. But you already decided to come with me when you put those quarters in." "I didn't have a choice! I was frozen in place!" "Sucks to suck. I'm going to just skip over the boring bits. Blahblahblah you're becoming a gamer, with gamer abilities, blahblahblahhhhh, I'm Anabel and I'll be teaching you how to blahhhh, and then I'll teleport you to your new life in a new world where you can do whatever you like, but this IS real life, and actions WILL have repercussions, and blahblahblah, okay DONE! Now, to start off your training. As I mentioned before, you've been selected as the Game-Master. This means your life is now a video games. Let's start with the basics. You can either say or think commands. Try "Main menu" now!"

"Pfft, sure. 'Main menu'. See noth- SWEET MOTHER OF JFK!"

A large translucent window hovered in the air in front of my face at a comfortable distance. On it were the text "Stats", "Inventory, "Skills", "Character", "Quests", "Achievements", and "Options".

"Okay Champ, let's start off with 'Stats'!" Anabel cheerily requested. I clicked the button-somehow- and up popped a picture of a human outline, underneath it being Strength, Perception, Wisdom, Agility, Intelligence, and Luck, each with the number 1 beside them, with a plus following that. Above all the numbers was text that read "Unspent Skill Points: 25". Before Anabel could say anything, a loud PING! echoed, and a message saying , "Your skill in reading has granted you +1 Int. Points!" My eye twitched at this, knowing this would be a long and arduous annoyance for me. Seeing my eye, Anabel broke out into laughter.

"Yeah, go ahead and disable that in the options whenever you want. For now, spend up those skill points, boy!" Turning to face her for the first time, I saw a petite girl with shockingly pink hair done up in pig tails, with green eyes, in a very skimpy dress, making flamboyant gesticulations to accompany her words. Meaning, she waved her hands around a lot excitedly, like a chihuahua with ADD.

Shaking my head at her, I looked at my screen, and spent all my points. At the end, I had 5 Str., 4 Per., 4 Wis., 3 Agt., 4 Luk., 9 Chr., and 7 Int., counting in 2 bonus Wis. and Int. I got for 'wisely spending skill points', and the original bonus 1 Int. And yes, I enjoyed overdosing on Charisma. It gives me confidence and helps with my people skills. I hope...

"Okay, feel free to explore all the other options whenever. I like you, so I'm going to give you some armor and a weapon of your choice! Haha, kidding. Choose from a set- You've got your Knight, Mage-y thing, Assassin looking stuff, and some barbarian-berserker kit."

"... How about the stealthy set?" I replied.

"You sure? I mean, the knight set looks pretty hot…"

"Anabel. Please. No."

"Haha, kidding, Champ. Get ready, you're entering your new life, in THREE! TWO! GOPHER! ...ONE!" I could hear her chuckling as an all-encompassing darkness spread around me. I was hit with a powerful light, and opened my eyes to the burning brightness of the open sky, clearer than anywhere I know on Earth. Where am I?

I started to look around me, seeing a forest, before I heard snarling behind me. I spun around, and saw a pack of the werewolf I creatures from the cabinet in the arcade. Except, upon closer inspection, I saw the title "Weak Minor Beowolf. HP 25/25. AP 0/0. MP 0/0". I got another ping, saying my "Observe" skill was unlocked, but that's boring, and I picked up the weapon lying next to me. Glancing at it, I saw it was a double-sheath of Karambit knives. Oh god, is this fantasy CS:GO?

Wait.

I glanced back at the names of the creatures. Beowolves… Where have I heard that? Hmmm… Doesn't matter! Gotta focus. Another ping for perception of my focus, and a passive skill- "Detect Hostility". I did another glance around me, and could FEEL two more Minors. Now that I was in a combat situation, I saw my own HP, AP, and MP on my Heads-Up Display. They were at 400/400, 0/0, and 250/250, respectively. I guess my HP increases by 50 for each Str. point I have, except 1 being worth 100. This seemed to be the same with MP and Wis. points.

I spam to the closest Beowolf as it leapt at me. I slid to the side, creating the Quickstep skill. I lunged towards it as it made contact with nothing, and shanked it in the side with my Karambit. I dealt 25+45 Overkill damage. The other two pinged on my H.U.D as becoming 'Enraged', presumably increasing their stats. They tried to flank me, and were much quicker. Their HP was now at 80/25.

I had to roll out of the way, creating a Dodge-Roll skill. This is starting to get ridiculous. I swung at the exposed spine of one, dealing a critical strike. 'Backstab' created. I felt the other Beowolf charge, and spun around, but was only able to whack it with the flat of my blade, Stunning it. I decided to try and use Magic here, and willed a stream of magic to shoot out of my hand. Expectation- A large current of pure magic-y goodness to completely immolate the Beowolf. What actually happened- An arc of lightning shot out of my palm, and zapped the Beowolf in the ass. It yelped, and spun towards me, pissed as hell, but now with only 10/25 HP. I guess my Magic isn't very strong, yet.

I tried to think of any status magic that could help me, because I was still at 225/250 MP. I put my hand in front of me again, without high hopes after my last hat trick. It actually did what I expected, as the Beowolf limped for a few seconds, and passed out, losing it's Enraged status and granting my the skill 'Sleep'. I decided to try one last thing, and slammed my boots right into where it's nuts would be, waking it up, and dealing 10+15 Overkill. Seems weak, but it presumably has some other effect. Then again, I wasn't using a weapon of any sort, so maybe I need to create an un- Damnit. Guess it already created the Unarmed skill for me. Okay.

So, that was a thing. I started walking in a random direction, as I was browsing my Menus. I saw I had a quest.

Not in Kansas, Dorothy.

You've just been teleported into a new existence. Find your way to civilization, or find there isn't any. Hint, there is.

Rewards: 1500 EXP, 250 Currency

Failure: How can you fail this?! Instant death, loser.

Bonus: Rescue a possible bystander you'll encounter in about 5 seconds.

Bonus Reward: 2000 EXP, 150 Currency, Relations with Unkown Bustander, Unkown Faction

Okay, feeling slightly insulted. And what innocent bystander? Just then, my thoughts were interrupted by a scream.

"Iyaaaaa! Help meeeee!" I quick-stepped multiple time to a clearing, where I tripped over something shiny. I picked some twisted rapier-looking sword, with a golden exclamation point above it. Upon observing it, I was told it was a "Dust-Based Rapier" named "Myr-something-or-other" Does it LOOK like I speak German or something? [Nudge Nudge] It was labeled as a Quest item, and I got a notification for a quest to find it's owner. Which is probably the girl getting attacked-! I ran forward towards the shrieking, and saw a girl clad in white, with beautiful flowing white hair, and light blue eyes, and a small scar underneath one.

She was hiding in a tree, as a pack of bear-creatures resembling the beowolves I saw earlier surrounded her, and a few beowolves lunging about. I observed them, seeing they were "Minor Ursai. HP 75/75. AP 0/0. MP 0/0".

The Beowolves were labeled "Quick Minor Beowolves. HP 40/40. AP 0/0. MP. 0/0" I clanged my Karambit's handle against my metal knee pads, gathering their attention. As they growled at me, I heard the booming noise of music coming from… Somewhere. Oh yes. This song. I readied myself as the opening bars of "Don't Stop Me Now" by Queen started playing. The first to reach me were the three Quick Beowolves, and true to their name, they were fast. They attempted a hit-and-dash tactic, and I lost 35 HP, setting me down to 365/400. I cast my Arc Lightning spell, shockingly (Ha-Ha), it hit all of them for 25 HP each, and created a Chain Lightning spell. I readied my Karambit, and faked lunging toward one of them. It dashed sideways, and I fired a weak Arc Lightning, dealing 15 Dmg + 5 Overkill. I span around, and nailed another in the balls, dealing 15 Dmg + 10 Overkill. I quick stepped toward the last, and uppercutted it, spinning in air, and created a Shoryuken skill. Hells yeah. The girl in the tree just stared at me, and I flashed her a smile as the Ursai lumbered over. I dashed between the two of them, unleashing a fury of slices and stabs to them as I quickstepped past, creating the Knife Flurry skill, and dealing 45 Dmg to both. They put on a burst of speed, body-slamming me in the back. I fell to the floor, with my HP at 225/400. This lowered even more as they cleaved at my legs when I tried to crawl back a bit. 125/400. As adrenaline kicked in because of my desperation, I came up with a brilliant plan. I focused on the left Ursa, and created two spells. Confuse, and Mind Trap. I cast both on the Ursa, and it turned reddish, and charged at it's brother (?). They then fought each other, until 'my' Ursa killed the other. I decided, just for style, I leapt on it's back, and angered it into running at a tree, splitting it's skull. I leapt off, and sauntered back over to the girl, who had gotten out of the tree.

"I believe this is yours, madam?" I smoothly joked as I pulled Myrtenaster out of my inventory, kneeling before her. She blushed, and took it out of my hands.

"T-thank you for saving me, a-and getting my weapon. Those Grimm just caught me by surprise, is all. The name's Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company. Who are you?" Wait. Grimm. Schnee. Queen. It all makes sense. Well, except for that last one. But it's a good band, so that's okay. I'm… I'm… I'm stuck in RWBY. Fuhuhuck. I wasn't able to finish watching even the first few episodes. Okay, okay. At least I know a bit about this world. I'm standing in front of the Weiss Schnee. One of the main characters of a fictitious show.

I realized she was still staring, waiting for me to say something in response- probably my name.

"It was no problem. The name's Magnum Atlas." I chuckled internally. "Rolls off the tongue. Ladies love it."

"They do?" Sorry, Jaune.

"Damn right!" Confidence is key with a woman like her. "Anyways, you seem like a lovely lady, what are you doing out here?"

"I'm… Not entirely sure? It.. It was like I was drawn here by something. Whatever. Why do you care, anyways?"

"Just trying to make conversation. Would you happen to know the closest settlement to here?"

"Um, yeah. I mean there's Vale, but that's a bit off. You'd be better off camping out for the night before trying to hike back." Weiss replied, turning her head a bit conceitedly.

"Thanks for the advice, but are you going to do the same?" I ask, slightly concerned. She may not have gotten over the attack very well.

"Fine, whatever. Just, try not to be creepy or something and I'll let you take a watch or two." She replied, huffing slightly. Such a tsundere…

-Time Break-

"Okay, I'll take the first watch. I'll wake you up in a few hours or something." I told Weiss, looking around our makeshift campsite. It was built in haste, but still decent. My statement went ignored, though, as she had already fallen asleep against a tree. Sighing, I picked her up, and carried her princess-or in this case heiress-style to the 'beds' beside the dying fire. She must have woken when I picked her up, because as I set her down, she was blushing a deep shade of crimson. The moment was ruined as a gong played- only I could hear it- and a strange green notification popped up.

New Menu Added!

'Titles' Added!

New Menu Added!

'Factions' Added!

New Menu Added!

'Relationships' Added!

Shit, is this one of those dating games too! I mean, no offense, but this is my LIFE we're talking about! You don't just DO that in real life!

Granted, that would happen a lot of what Anabel said is true. And I believe her, because she hasn't lied to me so far. I mean, back on Earth, it was a real competition to try to get a girlfriend. Many considered too much of a Herculean effort to try, and I don't blame them. Many girls on my planet were full of themselves, convinced they could have their pick of men. It'd be nice for a change to not have to worry about that, maybe even have the tables turned. Wait, the whole time I've been having this morally ambiguous battle, Weiss has been in my arms, embarrassed as all hell.

Shit.

"What, never had a guy treat you like a princess? Er, Heiress?" I joked with a smirk on my face. Weiss puffed her cheeks and turned away, almost falling out of my arms

"Seriously though, you should get some rest. I'll take watch." I said as I laid her down by the fire. She made a 'hmph' sound, as she said, "Don't overdo yourself to impress me, it won't work."

I sighed in derision, and walked back to the tree she was lying against, and quickly scaled it until I found a pair of branches forming a V-shape, and sat between them. I could hear her sleeping rather soon after, and I said, "Goodnight… Weiss."

Magnum Atlas

Title: No Title Selected

Str: 8

Per: 6

Wis: 5

Agt: 7

Luk: 4

Chr: 13

Int: 10

And that's a thing! It felt really good writing this for all of two days. I hope you all enjoy. I'm still not entirely sure what the pairing(s) will be. If you have any ideas, comments, etc., relating or not to ships (I'll even do a harem if enough people ask), feel free to send me a PM or review telling me what you did and didn't like. I can take criticism. Flames, though, make me laugh and will be used to roast marshmallows. And on that, adeiu, and donke scheon!