Early to bed, early to rise, makes one healthy, wealthy, and wise. Blake had always believed in this little saying, so she was almost always to bed at a decent time and awake early in the morning. Always awake before her teammates. She slowly sat up in bed and pushed her covers aside. She looked around in the dark for a moment before stepping out onto the floor between the beds.

For a moment, she just stood there. She knew something was different right away, but it didn't really hit her. She glanced behind her and spotted the obvious difference. The curtain had been either mended or replaced, most likely the latter. She silently thanked Weiss for finally getting Ruby to clean up that mess. She turned and looked up at the clock, seeing that it was indeed very early. Deciding that this meant she had time to relax and read a book, she knelt down to the bookshelf to pick something out.

She stared at the bookshelf for a few moments before it hit her. She looked back up at her bed, which was now properly attached to Yang's, then back at the bookshelf. All the books that had held up Yang's bed were back on the shelf. She wasn't sure how her teammates had accomplished this without her hearing, but she was glad her books were back where they belonged.

But there were other books on the shelf. She looked over them, recognizing the books, but not as anything she or her teammates owned. Her books filled the entire right side of the shelf, but the top left corner was a row of fairytale books. She shrugged, figuring Ruby had gotten some new books. The bottom left was, as she found out, a small collection of manga. She rolled her eyes at the thought of Weiss reading those, then smiled.

Standing up again, she looked down at the top of the bookshelf. Something else was off, but it took her a short while to realize what. There was something out of place. She reached out her hand, her desire for a book to read forgotten, and picked up the object she felt was not familiar. It was a little square of paper.

Picking up the paper, she turned it over in her hand and found it to be a picture. The subject of the picture was an ugly, nasty-looking hairless cat with cruel eyes. Giving a small shudder, she placed the picture back face-down.

Her hand wandered over to the object nearest the picture and picked it up. Her eyes widened when she saw that it was also out of place. It was a portable game system. She hadn't known any of her teammates owned such a thing, but she found herself less and less surprised the more she thought about it. She had gone to sleep extra early last night, so perhaps they had gone into town and bought some things. It would explain the curtains, the books, and the game. She put the game down again, feeling that something still didn't make sense.

On the other end of the shelf, next to her bed and Yang's, there was a pair of glasses. She gasped. None of her teammates needed glasses, so far as she knew. It quickly crossed her mind that, if they had gone into town, one of them may have gotten the glasses. She could imagine Yang, seeing whose bed it was nearest to, not wanting to tell her team about needing glasses before she had to.

Calming down, she turned and took in the rest of the room to see if they had changed anything else while she was asleep. Her eyes went wide with sudden shock. Everything was different. Unbelievably different. Ruby and Weiss' beds were attached in a sane and normal way, exactly the same as Blake's and Yang's, but that was the least of it.

Weiss' pile of luggage was gone. Yang's posters that had covered the walls were missing. Even the mirror on the nightstand was gone from its place, and that was Beacon property. The only thing that was still where it was supposed to be was Ruby's whistle, hanging from a nail beside the door.

Panicking, Blake jumped up to look at Yang. The girl sleeping in the top bunk had wrapped herself totally in her blanket, disappearing from view. Blake hopped over to Ruby, putting her feet on the edge of Weiss' bed to pull herself up. Messy sheets covered the snoring figure of a young girl, and the recognizable kitty pillow was being held tight to her face.

Calm again, Blake finally stepped down and leaned into Weiss' sleeping area. The girl was sleeping, only half covered by her blanket, her face stuffed into the cushion. She snored loudly, her hair spread wildly around her head in a splatter-like pattern.

Black hair.

Blake jumped up again, looking onto Ruby's bed. She reached in and grabbed a few locks of hair, lifting it up to inspect. Not red. Black. She clamored over to Yang's bed and pulled the blanket off of her teammate.

Long black hair.

She did the only sensible thing there was to do.

Three girls jumped up, startled awake at the sound of a whistle. The one in Weiss' bed hit her head on Ruby's bed. The one in Ruby's bed hit her head on the ceiling. The one in Yang's bed hit her head on the floor. Blake waited for the inevitable responses from her teammates. She waited for Yang's mildly annoyed, but sheepishly embarrassed chuckle. She waited for Ruby's pained high-pitched groan. She waited for Weiss' indignant 'how dare you!' to reach her ears.

All she got was three lazy whimpers, nearly identical, as the girls lined up between the beds. She looked at their faces, recognizing not a single one of them. Not only was this not her team, but she had never seen any of them in her life. She reached behind her and flicked on the lights. The three girls all reacted to the light in much the same way, covering their eyes and grumbling mutinously.

But they were looking to her. Waiting for her to speak. Blake addressed the bed invaders. "Alright, pop quiz! Who are you and why are you here?" Her nose twitched, and she looked over the girls. They all had one thing in common. "You all need a bath."


After a much-needed bath, and as Blake found out it was for all four of them, the girls sat about the room. Ruby's bed invader sat on Weiss' bed, beside Weiss' own bed invader. These two looked particularly dejected, tired, and unkempt. The girl that had been in Yang's bed, now wearing her glasses and busy tying her hair in two long braids, sat in a chair at the foot of Blake's bed. She had been the cleanest of the four, and as it turned out, was only dirty apparently because of spending so much time with the others.

Blake, glad to be clean, sat on top of the bookshelf. She took a deep breath. "Okay, let's start with who you are and where my teammates went. Anyone care to explain?"

The two girls on the bed exchanged worried glances. The taller of the two, Ruby's bed invader, with straight hair shorter than any of the others', spoke up meekly. Her voice was hoarse. "Look, Blake, we know you're mad, but it wasn't our fault."

Blake silenced her by simply crossing her arms, then eyed her dangerously. "And how, pray tell, is it not your fault?"

The girl, whose already pale skin turned paler, fumbled for an answer. "We- well, we tried... um, we tried our best, didn't we?"

Blake shook her head. "That doesn't count for anything. If you were going to fail so horribly, why did you even try? Who do you think you are, and what are you even doing in Beacon?"

She stood up, pleading with Blake. "Blake, calm down. We'll do better next time. I promise!"

Blake stood up to meet her, realizing that she was noticeably taller than the three strange girls. "There won't be a next time! You three are leaving this instant!"

They all stared at her, shocked into silence, slowly shrinking away from her. The girl in the chair at the back spoke quietly. "We're still just students. You can't expect us to take on Roman Torchwick and the White Fang all at once."

Blake stopped, her next words getting caught in her throat. They had thought she was talking about... their performance in battle? The dust robbery. It had been just last night, but she had fought it with Sun and Penny. Ruby had been there, but she hadn't gotten into the fight. Weiss and Yang weren't even there until it was all over. But these girls remembered differently. They remembered fighting with her.

None of this made sense.

She closed her eyes. "Who... are you?" There was silence. They were staring at her, trying to figure out why she would ask them that question.

Eventually, the girl standing in front of her answered. "I'm, uh..." She looked worried that Blake hadn't been asking for their names, but said it anyways. "Agatha."

Blake looked to the girl in the chair, who looked down and answered quietly. "Homura."

When Blake looked to the last girl, she saw her trembling, squeaking to herself. The girl standing, Agatha, pointed at the last girl and answered for her. "And that's Tomoko. Blake, you..." Their eyes met, and the girl gasped. "You don't remember us at all?"


The next hour passed with Blake sitting on her bed in a trance, listening to the story of her time at Beacon told in a way that went against everything she thought she knew. She soon learned that she was the leader of a team of social misfits, awkward girls who either hated themselves or others or both. Tomoko and Agatha were partners, having smashed into each other and crashing to the ground in a heap at initiation. Blake's first encounter with Yang had happened just as she remembered, only the blond had already met up with a partner. Homura showed up as soon as they parted ways.

She also learned about the other girls. She found out that, while they were all socially inept, Tomoko was by far the worst. She wasn't even able to speak when confronted with her own team most of the time. She also learned that, while they all held disdain towards their peers, Agatha at least acted like she hated every living person. However, when not talking about her, Blake caught glimpses of hidden care in the girl's face. And then there was Homura, who was fairly well off compared to the others. She kept herself tidy, healthy, confident, and cordial. She just tended to fidget nervously a fair amount of the time.

By the time Blake looked up and saw the clock showing that it was nearly time for classes, they were all wearing their school uniforms and prepared to... sit at the very back of each class, hoping no one would notice them. Agatha was terrible at most of the work in class, Homura spent most her time staring into space, and Tomoko was terrified of Professor Port. Well, to be fair, Tomoko was terrified of everyone.

Blake absently listened to her teammates explain how things had played out, but sat up suddenly at the sound of a name she recognized. Weiss Schnee. She waved frantically at Homura to stop talking, then pressed her for answers. "What happened with Weiss?"

Homura and Agatha exchanged glances, confused. Homura shrugged. "Um... she volunteered to fight a Boarbatusk in Professor Port's class. She actually did pretty well. She'd have done better if her teammates hadn't been shouting such distracting things the whole time."

Agatha snorted. "That girl with the cape is so obnoxious sometimes..."

Blake jumped up. "You mean Ruby?"

They looked at each other again, then back to her and shook their heads. Homura stopped and held up her hand. "Wait, are you talking about Roby Rose?" Blake nodded. Homura slouched. "Geez, you haven't been paying much attention. That girl is on a totally different team. I mean, at least Weiss' team is pleasant to look at. Ruby Rose has two of the most horrendous teammates at this school."

Blake dropped back onto her bed, hitting her head on Homura's bed. Not Yang's bed. Homura's. She leaned forward and buried her face in her hands. "This is all wrong. So much is just wrong about all this. It's not supposed to be like this at all."

Agatha sighed. "...yeah... we know."


Author's note: This is a four-way crossover between RWBY and The School For Good And Evil, plus Puella Magi Madoka Magica, with Watamote. Starring Blake, Agatha, Homura, and Tomoko respectively. Unfortunately, due to the site's limit of only tagging a story for two series at once, I've decided on The School For Good And Evil. Beacon and Vale is the setting, so RWBY is primary. I hope you enjoy the story, and don't forget to read and review. God bless you, have a nice day, and don't do drugs.