I do not own RWBY, all rights to RWBY belong to RoosterTeeth.

AN: Updates to this chapter. I corrected some misspellings and pronoun usage. I also added a little to Turner's time in the void and slighted adjusted some of the dialog as well but overall the main points of the this chapter have not changed.

Side note. because of a misunderstanding on my part am rewriting the story into my own work. it will NOT be based in any other FANFICS universe. This will NO LONGER be a spin off of any other fanfic either.

with that being said I will admit that i was inspired to write this after reading one of Quebec's stories. but that is as far as a relation will go for tieing this story to any others.

"All right today's a big day" a young man thought to himself.

The man in question seemed to be in his early twenties. He wore worn-down black and blue sneakers and blue jeans with a simple brown belt around his waist. He had a green long sleeve shirt and over that a thick dark blue apron that had small tools and mechanical components in the front pocket. The apron also had a red name tag on it with the man's name engraved with white letters "Turner".

The man in question had tanned bronze skin, dark brown hair, black rimmed glasses, hazel brown eyes, some unsightly stubble covering the lower half of his face, and crooked teeth that was even more unsightly than his beard. Despite having terrible teeth he could not help smiling.

There wasn't much left in the world to smile about now days. The world was in the middle of WWIII and some nuclear weapons were already used on other countries and the eastern shore of the United States. If that wasn't bad enough the dumb orange skinned president ordered martial law.

They say it was done to protect the future of our nation. By making sure the enemy could not destroy America by attacking weak inks. To the young man it was a terribly idiotic move. Nearly every country tied up in this war has some sort of intercontinental nuclear ballistic missile at their disposal. With that type of weaponry any link can become a weak link. The martial law just pushed people closer to that fate.

Though today was different for Turner, nearly all of the worries of the world were pushed out of his mind. Today was his little sister's birthday. All he could think about was the surprise party he and his mother had planned for his sister.

Turner just finished repairing a wall clock and was cleaning up the shop. Since the threat of an EMP attack is actually possible. People had started to ditch their basic digital devices for either EMP protected devices or old fashioned mechanical based devices. The latter being much cheaper caused a boom on the clock smith industry.

He looked over his work station and smiled as it was so clean that some of the tools were sparkling in the light. He took the repaired clock to his boss office. "Mr. Dumberton?" he asked as he knocked on the door to Dumberton's office.

"Hmm. ah, yes come in my boy" he heard from the other side of the door.

Turner opened the door and brought the clock to his boss.

The man was old and his age clearly visible in the numerous wrinkles on Dumberton's face and hands. The man had thin white hair that was balding at the top and he had a thick white Santa clause like beard.

On his head he wore strange spectacles that had several adjustable lenses on them. Along with the thick blue apron the man also wore a white long sleeve shirt under a brown vest with brown slacks that were held up by red suspenders and wore black penny loafers to finish off his attire.

"So what can I help you with Turner?" Dumberton asked.

"I finished all my repairs and cleaned up my workbench and the front of the shop." Turner said as he placed the wall clock he had on Dumberton's desk.

"My, you certainly are a productive one today aren't you?" Dumberton said as he picked up the wall clock to inspect the quality of the repair.

"I was wondering if . . . if I may have the rest of the day off sir?" Turner asked.

"Hmm that's right today's your sister's birthday."

"Well you seemed to have finished all your work early so I don't see why I couldn't give you the rest of the day off." Dumberton said with a toothless grin.

"Thank you sir! This means a lot to me" Turner said as she started to take his work apron off.

"I'll put in double time next week to make up for it sir" he said as he hung up his apron.

"No need to do that son . . . wait why next week instead of tomorrow? Dumbarton asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Uhhh . . ." was the only response that Turner gave as his eye darted side to side as he tried to think of a reason for not doing the overtime sooner.

Dumberton laughed a deep hearty laugh at the boy's response. "No need to fret about it son, I know you want to spend as much time with your family as you can, and maybe that one young lady that stops by every so often" he said with a smirk on his face.

Turner looked at his boss slightly confused. "Oh don't try to play dumb with me my boy." He said as he stood up from his chair. "I see the way you and Miss Janet look at each other. Heck I think she breaks her clocks just so she has a reason to see you." He said pointing a finger at Turner.

Turner's eyes widen at the remarks of his boss. "No. . . I mean . . ." He dropped his head looked to the floor as he collected his thoughts. "Was it really that obvious?" he asked his boss.

"To an old man like me yes. Also your actions just now confirmed my suspicions too." The boss said as he waddled over to a nearby shelf.

Turner just shook his head with a slight chuckle as he turned his attention to a small workbench that was behind him. "I can't get anything past you old man can i?" He asked.

"Very few can hide things from me" Dumberton said as he took a box down from the shelf.

Turner sighed to himself with a slight grin as he opened the drawers wondering if he could ever get something past his boss. Though his train of thought was interrupted when he saw the drawer was empty.

"AHH! Mr. Dumberton we've been robbed!" turner said in a panicked voice.

"What do you mean my boy?!" Dumberton asked looking at the Boy with concerned expression.

"I had stuff in here. Valuable stuff and its gone! . . . I thought this drawer was secure so I kept some of my personal work in it." Turner said as he started to search the workbench for any signs of his work.

Dumberton just let out another hearty laugh. "My boy I needed that workbench earlier so I moved your items over here" he said as he raised up the box he held in his hand.

Turner quickly stood up from the floor and stared at the old man with a blank expression trying to hide his embarrassment for causing a scene. "Oh . . . thank you sir" he said as he walked over to his boss.

"I must say though this is excellent craftsmanship for someone your age" Dumberton said as he opened the box to examine its contents once more.

"Though I was able to make a few minnor adjustments to ensure the longevity of these master pieces" he said as he handed the box over to Turner.

"Thank you" Turner said as he took the box. "I have to get going now or I'll ne late. Again thank you" Turner said as he ran towards the front door.

"Wait Turner" Mr. Dumberton called out causing the man to freeze in his tracks. "Please deliver this wall clock to Mrs. Thomson on your way home." He said as he handed Turner the clock.

"All right" Turner said as he took the clock and placed it in the box he was holding and walked out the front door.

"God I thought I had the day off, so why do need to make a delivery." Turner mumbled under his breath.

"Well it doesn't matter. It is on my way home after all so it shouldn't take up to much time." He thought to himself.

He looked into the box to see that the clock was much larger than the over items in it. Since the other items were personal belongings he carefully removed them one by one and placed them in the inside pockets of trench coat he put on before he left the shop. After that he was able to lay the clock down in the box and put the lid back on it.

He started to walk back to his house. There were kids playing in the streets, shop owners making sure their shop was in tip top condition, and teenagers just hanging out in the park.

"Yah today was not a bad day at all." He thought.

He walked for about twenty minutes before arriving at the Thomson residence. He walked up to the front door and knocked and said the shops slogan. "Tick Tock clock repair services on time every time."

The door opened to reveal a woman in her late thirties who greeted me with a warm smile. "Hello there thanks you for delivering our clock" she said.

"Here you are Mrs. Thomson one fully repaired wall mounted clock" he said as he handed her the box with the clock in it.

Just then the sirens went off. Instinctively both Mrs. Thomson and Turner looked to the sky.

"Shit" Turner mumbled under his breath. He looks back to see a ghostly pail expression of fear and dread on Mrs. Thomson's face.

Seeing her state he tried to comfort her. "Mrs. Thomson please gather your family I'll lead you to the closest fallout shelter" she snapped out of her trance and ran back into her home before dragging out her two sons with her.

"All right follow me" Turner said as he led them into the streets.

The streets were starting to fill with civilians and it started to get harder for the Mrs. Thompson's younger son to keep up so Turner picked him up and led the family though the mob of people making their way to the bunkers.

Soon they found their way to the bunker's entrance pod, but there was a line. At the front of the line there were U.S. army men trying to move everyone into the bunker. There was also a digital display that showed the capacity of the bunker.

The display read "2,255/2,400"

He saw that the Thomson's were not that far from the entrance. Turner handed the boy to Mrs. Thomson.

"You should be all right now Mrs. Thomson. Just make sure you keep your place in the line and follow the instructions the troops give you and you and your family will be safe I have to get to my own family now so Bye." Turner said as he stepped out of the line.

"Thank you Tuner!" he heard as he walked away through the crowd.

"Shit! I can't get through the crowd" Turner thought to himself as I tried to make it through the dense crowd of people

He ran and struggled to get through the mob as they slowly pushed him towards the bunker. He eventually escaped the mob by going into an alley. Though now he was stuck there. He looked around to see if there was another way out. His eyes soon fell upon a fire escape to the building in front of him.

"Bingo!" he said to himself is a started to climb up to the top of the building as fast as possible.

Once at the top he could see most of the mob and the directions in which they were coming from. "I have to get home. I have to get them to safety" he thought. He looked over the edge of the building to see that the next building was not too far away from it.

"Well I got to try something" he said. He walked across the building and got into a running position. Then ran as fat as he could and leaped off of the building. He landed on the next one with an audible thud.

"OUCH! That's going to hurt tomorrow" he groaned as he got back up. He then continued to run across the roof tops leaping from building to building trying to get back home. As he got near his home he realized that the crowds in this area were thinning out drastically. In fact the streets were now completely empty.

Before he could reach his home, a loan silhouette standing in the middle of the street caught his attention. He squinting his eyes to make out who that was. It was a young girl about eight or nine though he was in shock when he realized who it was. It was his little sister Amy.

"Shit! I need to get her to the shelter fast." he said to himself as he started to climb down from the roof of a home he was on. Once on the ground he turned around to see that his sister wasn't there anymore.

"No No No! Where did she go?" he said as he ran into the middle of the road Once he got to the center of the street he darted his head around while shouted her name "Amy!" No response. This just increased his panic. He looked up and could see the smoke trails of the missiles above him.

"Damn it they're almost here" he muttered to himself.

He looked around one more time and spotted a man running in the direction of the mob. He had something large on his shoulder. Turner couldn't make it out what it was, but had a strong feeling that it was his sister.

He started to chase after the man. The man was certainly fast. Faster than he was, but Turner was able to close the distance just enough to see that the man was carrying his sister on his shoulders, and that the man was wearing a standard U.S. army patrol uniform.

Turner was a little relieved that his sister was with someone that was heading to the shelters, but also worried about her, because you know stranger danger and all that. Though this guy was military so he figured he could trust him.

He tried calling out to her, but was not able to catch his breath long enough to do so. Seeing that the two in front of him finally reached a pod leading to the bunkers, he dropped to the ground from exhaustion "YES! She made it to a bunker" he said out loud to himself.

He got back up and started to jog over to the two as fast as he could, though his body was reaching its limits and was struggling to go even that fast. As he got closer he saw the man push his sister into the pod and close the doors.

He wondered what the man was doing at first but then it dawned on him: there wasn't enough space for two people. The shock of these events horrified Turner. With a sudden rush of adrenaline He ran over to the pod in hopes that he can at least say good-bye to his sister. He was only a few feet from the pod when it was sent speeding down to the bunker. His sister didn't even notice him. She was just was staring at the man trying to figure out why he wasn't going with her.

Turner collapsed besides the man realizing that it was too late, that the last time his sister saw him was when he was leaving for work in the morning. Turner started to tear up as he sat up against the pod entrance. He looked over to the man who saved his sister

He was surprised to find that it was not a man but a woman that saved his sister. Turner looked at her and realized that she did not notice that he was sitting next to her. The woman just sat there with her eyes closed.

"She has obviously accepted her fate and is content with it" turner thought. He looked ahead to see the oncoming mushroom cloud. "Well this is it" he thought. He placed his hand in the woman's shoulder and looked back at his sister's savior with a smile hoping it might convey his gratitude.

Turner was surprised to see a mist like silhouette on the opposite side of woman. Before He can process what he saw or heard he was blasted to oblivion.

"Oh dear god I'm DEAD!" Turner thought to himself.

. . .

"Wait! . . . if I'm dead then how can I be thinking?" He paused for a moment to see if he can come to any logical conclusion to the fact that he was still conscious. Or that he thought he was still conscious?

"Well I am either dead or alive it has to be one of those two but which one?"

"Well if I am dead then this is hell, purgatory, heaven, or maybe the slumber before heaven?"

"Well if I'm alive then that means I'm probably in a coma in some refugee hospital or something"

He tried to see if he can access any of his other senses. He couldn't feel, smell, see or even taste anything. He also found that as he moved my limbs he seemed to tumble around. It is almost like floating in water.

Though he felt like he was able to move his body and that his body was in motion. He for some reason could not feel his own body. Which he found out when attempted to cover a sneeze but couldn't feel his hand or his face.

"Well I doubt this feeling is something a hospital can concoct so I guess that means I'm dead . . . that's a real bummer." turner thought.

"I don't think this is hell since I'm not in any agony. Heaven . . . a slight possibility though I never thought heaven would be so 'nothing'." He thought to himself as he kicked his legs to feel around only to start moving slightly in the opposite direction.

"Then this is either purgatory or the slumber. Though if this is the slumber then why am I conscious. Shouldn't I be. . . well sleeping?" he attempted to sigh though there was no air for him to sigh with.

"Whelp I guess that means I'm in purgatory."

"Yay lucky me" turner thought sarcastically.

"Well at least I can enjoy the feeling of floating in water without worrying about drowning" He thought trying to be optimistic.

"I am glad my sister's safe." He thought. "Though she looked pretty freaked out last I saw her."

He tried to sigh once more. "Mom is going to have a hard time calming her down after this" He thought shaking his head or at least what he thought was his head.

"wait! There was more than one bunker in my town. What happens if Mom and Amy went to different bunkers?" he thought a little panicked.

"Now that I think about it I have no real proof that mom or dad made it to any bunker safely. That means Amy could very likely be completely alone in the world right now." He thought as he felt his heart sink.

"Danm it! Why do I get this blissful nothingness and Amy gets a lonely hellish life on earth!" the thought in anger as he tried to clench his fist in vain.

"At least she is still alive. She can always work and fight for a better life for herself still. Unlike me" he thought grimly

"Is this my hell?"

"Being trapped in nothingness, knowing that my sister needs someone to comfort her?"

". . .that she will live a miserable life underground?"

". . .that she would suffer just because she got a little lost?"

". . .Because I couldn't get home in time?" Turner just sat, lad, floated, whatever it was in silence. Letting his thoughts weigh on his heart. He wished he could shed tears. Hopping that crying would ease the pain. But a last he could not.

For some time turner was just silent until his thoughts slowly drifted away and boredom set in.

To past the time turner started to sing to himself. Well kind of he was thinking though the songs since he couldn't really speak in this place.

"I walk this lonely road"

"The only rode that I has ever known"

"Down the city streets of the boulevard of broken dreams"

"My Shadow's the only one that walks be-"

Turner's train of thought was cut off as a suddenly felt something different.

It felt like there was someone else there. "Hey is any one there!" he tried to call out but failed to do so.

Suddenly he felt gravity come back and fell to a floor of some sorts. "OUCH! What the hell type of purgatory floors are these. They're harder than stone" he said while standing up. Though as he stud up he can tell that there was something not right about his motor skills but I couldn't quite put a finger on it.

His train of thought was cut of once again as he saw a white light in the distance that was flickering in and out of existence. "I guess that's the afterlife I'm going to be sent to" he thought as he started to run towards the light.

As he got closer he saw that the light was not flickering out of existence but merely being blocked by a moving object. "That must be the other person I felt" he thought as he ran as hard as he could to catch up with the person.

But the person vanished into the light and then the light with them. He stood there is silence trying to wrap his head around the situation. Though before he could he felt a strange pressure against his entire body. As if he was under miles of water being crushed by it.

Suddenly a small crack of white light in the black nothingness started to appear around him. He was instantly pushed up against one of the larger cracks by the strange pressure.

"God so this is how that one xenomorph felt when he got sucked out of the space ship through a hole in a window!" he screamed out.

Though something in the cracks gave and he fell into the white light.

When he awoke he found himself in some kind of field with very very tall grass.

He tried to sit up but was instantly stopped by sheering pain. He tried to scream out but his vocal cords must also have been damaged because no sound at all came out. He decided it was best to not move around for now. He just laid there trying to make sense of things and ignore the pain.

"Yah yah I was in a coma. That's it a coma and I am either dreaming in the coma or I actually woke up."

"If I woke up that would explain the pai-"He stopped thinking and attempted to look around him as he heard someone running towards him.

He could see the shape a man through the tall grass. But the man did not come close to him. No instead the man's attention seemed fixed on something that was right by him. The men knelt down out of view. Turner can only guess he is checking on whatever he found. Turner tried to yell out to him. "Help! Help me!" but all that came out was a slight raspy wheeze.

The man then stud up, he had some kind of transparent phone in his hands. He placed the phone to his ear after a few seconds the person on the other side of the line could be heard.

"Hello? Oh, Professor Ozpin, is there something you need?" the voice on the phone was clearly female and a rather cheerful sounding one too.

Wait did she just say Ozpin? Turner thought.

"Yes, I need you to come to the fields outside of Beacon immediately." The man who turner presumes is Ozpin said.

"Hold up did he just say Beacon?" Turner thought.

"Why? What's wrong? Are you injured? Did you burn yourself with your coffee again? I told you that you shouldn't use the custom thermos Oobleck gave you." the woman on the phone said.

"What! Oobleck? All right what kind of sick person would play this kind of joke on a guy in excruciating pain." Turner thought to himself.

"It's not me, I found a someone out in the Beacon fields that is in dire need of your medical abilities . . . and for the record, that only happened once. I have since fixed Ooblecks Thermos design flaws." The Ozpin man said.

"Wait he's here to get help for an injured person! oh yes yes thank god! He must have seen me before getting distracted. And he called a medic here too. Thank god I'm saved. Thank you so much!" turner thought.

"Oh! Okay, I'll be there right away sir." The woman said as the connection was cut off.

The man just crouched down a bit and seemed to be looking at something.

"What has our traveler brought from the underworld this time?" the Ozpin man said.

The Ozpin man stood up and moved a little to one side before picking something up. Suddenly the man started to glow with what can only be described as an aura or maybe he was somehow radioactive from the fallout? As the man continued to glow the wind stated to pick up and swirl around the man.

But only for a moment, the object he picked up started to glow red hot casing the man to drop it. The man just stood there looking at something as the wind and the glow from his body died down.

Soon another set of footsteps can be heard racing towards them. "Yes that must be the medic" turner thought.

"Oh Peach I must applaud you for meeting me here with such haste. I honestly thought you would have taken the scenic root" the Ozpin man said with a hint of Sarcasm in his tone.

"Wait what type of name is Peach? Ohhh God. Don't tell me I woke up in some kind of fantasy themed brothel." Turner thought starting to worry a bit.

"I came as fast as I could, so where is the person you spoke of?" Peach said with a slight annoyance. Surprisingly this was the same woman Turner had heard on the phone.

"She must have already been in the area." he thought. Tuner couldn't really see much of the woman due to the tall grass but was able to make out something that looked like bright pink hair on the top of her head.

"She's right here. She hasn't had any changes in her behavior, but shows no sign of waking up anytime soon." Ozpin said.

"Wait! SHE‼! Then that means . . . there is someone else here!"

"Wait have they even noticed my yet?!" Turner thought to himself in a panicked state.

The woman called peach knelt down and looked at the other person. "So far, I have nothing Ozpin, she seems perfectly fine. If you want, I can take her to the Medical District here in Beacon for further examination" the woman named Peach said.

"Yes that seems to be the best course of action right now. Let me know if she wakes up, I have some questions for her." Ozpin said.

The woman known as Peach nodded then picked up the person in front of her and ran off.

"Shit she's leaving! I need to get their attention." Turner thought but before he can do anything she was gone.

"Damn she is one strong woman" he thought to himself as he admired the strength the woman had.

"Wait that Ozpin guy is still here!" he thought.

Turner tried to call out, to move an arm or a leg to do something to get the man's attention but it was no uses he couldn't make a single noise other than a wheeze and none of his body would listen to his commands to move.

The man just stepped over to something and picked it up. It was the same item as before but this time he held it up into the air to inspect it. It looked like a sword of some sorts with a leather sheath that had strange markings on it. The weapon also had a black handle. The man stared at the weapon for a moment then turned around and quickly started walking back in the direction in which he came from.

"SHIT! HELP ME! HELP! PLEASE SOMEBODY! OZPIN! ANYONE HELP!" Turner tried to shout. But no matter how hard he struggled he was not heard.

Turner just laid there staring up at the sky for a few moments with just a single thought running through his head.

"Well I'm just f*cked."