Hello everybody, or to anyone who actually follows me or has a tab on me, this is something that I came up while making the other story, so just read review and if ya liked it, share it, or don't...
So uhhh just read and more will be explained later on... at the end...
Prolouge
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to experience life in a different world, or rather have you ever wished you were able to experience life with a different set of rules, on the same world you live in but with your own different reality?
I guess what I'm trying to say here is if you, as a stereotypical nerd or imaginative child, have ever wondered what life would be like if it had the implications and characteristics of a video game. And if you are any person who has had this sort of reality questioning thoughts or wonders then you should already be able to predict where I am going with this whole train of thought.
And for those of you who have never had these sorts of thoughts and therefore do not understand what I am implying, well I then it is my responsibility to educate you poor lost souls. See in a video game you have your basic hero and villain plot-filled story, but there is the aspect of immersion found in playing a game, mainly involving the growth of the main character, i.e. the player, throughout the journey. It is from the input of the player that drives the feeling of immersion, the feeling of being part of the story, the feeling of playing a major role in the story that makes games so wonderful and amazing to play. Combined that with an epic score or soundtrack, diverse characters and lore, gorgeous worlds, and it just drives a person to fully immerse and enjoy themselves in the story.
Now I'm sure whoever you may be reading this, in either a soul-searching journey or just by random chance and intrigue, can obviously tell where this is heading towards.
I was, and I'd like to believe I still am, a young'un who dreams about different worlds, different realities, alternate worlds, etc. Yet even as time passed and I grew in this hell of a world I still tried to remain positive and bring hope in the world despite being a cynical piece of shiiiiiitake mushrooms.
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Hey kids might be reading this I don't know.
Anyways I was, and still am, a reclusive introverted nerd who seldom spoke out loud about things whilst in the middle of their final year of high school, who is also a cynical self-deprecating piece of garbage. But hey, people are entitled to live their own lives and be their own person however they please to do so.
...That probably didn't sound right but hey whatever.
I should probably get on to what y'all wanted to read right? Well I guess my story begins, ends, and restarts like how some, or most at this point, similar stories start off with.
...Well either with an indoctrination introduction or a rebirth/reincarnation phase.
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So I guess now would be a good time to start the prologue of this… thing that I don't know what to call. Entry log? Journal? Chapter? I dunno.
My story begins on the world that all sentient life with a functioning and comprehensible state of mind will refer to as the giant sphere of land mass and water known simply as Earth. Or Terra if you wanna be fancy like that. It is one of infinitely many worlds where homo-sapiens classified as humans are able to thrive and survive on, ya know before shi-poop hits the fan and it ceases to either exist or sustain life.
On this bundle of earth and water lived one of the many billion denizens of the overpopulated in an average home, who lived an average life, living the same life that one were to have should they make common mistakes and face the same hardships everyone faces. However what separates this one from all the other people in the world was that they were a cynical introvert who had a nihilistic view of the current world, who also turned out to be a pessimist. Despite all this however they faced the world with a smile, while not one of true joy, that brought something into the world that slowly died as timed moved on. Something that can be reborn through the simplest of acts and the smallest of actions.
This one brought hope into a world where it would slowly be lost to the world. This one was able to help others see the light that was slowly fading away into darkness as more negativity spreads throughout everything and everyone. And while they continue to do this, for whatever futile reason they have, they slowly lose themselves to the dark as well, with hope that the future world will not be as horrid as the one they live in.
And this one now realizes that they talk about themselves and references Kingdom Hearts way too much.
Everything I had mentioned was true about me, about my life. While I never truly experienced the absolute cruelty of this world I still understood the struggles and hardships that go on throughout the world. I live a normal life as a middle class youngest child, having two older brothers following their careers, with a loving mother and father, and a small group of friends enjoying the very last few weeks of high school, waiting for college to kick my ass and hand it back on a silver platter.
As any soon to be high school graduate would do, they would proceed on with their lives and continue their studies in school, and simply enjoy the time they still have left. But I guess that's where normality ends for me, considering there are some things wrong with me, although nothing to ever fret about. One is the obvious indication of lack of sleep clear on my face, if you ever get to see my face. Kinda hard to do things when you have insomnia that you have very little to absolutely no idea on what could be causing it. Other issues I can assume you, whoever is reading (viewing?) this can already figure out, or just go back this report thing.
If you can read me like a book, or probably understand me more than I myself, then you can piece together to what I would always wonder and dream about while I lived my life.
I always wondered what my life would be like if I was part of another world's story, or had a story in another world. I dreamed of endless realities in which worlds I have had the pleasure of experiencing in the form of all sorts of media, realities in which they have vastly different rules and timelines, and son and so forth. Although these dreams are now so few in between one another I still enjoy the small snippets of reality that they brought me.
So to be able to experience one as a lucid dream, well you wouldn't find it hard to believe that I would be ecstatic.
It would always be the same lucid dream however, one that shares many similarities to the story of a certain young spikey haired boy about to be through into his JRPG destiny. I always chalk that up to me being unoriginal, but I never really complained as such since these dreams were also rare for me to have. The dream would always be different somehow however, at first when I "dived into my heart" I would be able to see the sequel variation of the colored pane monoliths with me in whatever clothing I had worn for the day, eyes closed, angled with a curve on the side, with small murals of my family and friends next to me, and a different location with different items of the depicted area each time.
What changed each time the dream came, was that I would start to have less control over what happened in the dream, in a sense I couldn't change much of the false reality I was in. The monolith would slowly change color too, from the outer walls and rims of a fiery red, to the outer floor of a sky blue, it would start to become black with small tints of purple scattered throughout my "heart".
The small murals would become shattered in some way either leaving the person unrecognizable, becoming a blank slate, or leave nothing but a black silhouette of the person with crimson red eyes and feral grins. My own mural changed the most in that the clothes would now only consist of a pair of black combat boots, a pair of black dress pants, a long sleeved tuxedo dress shirt that was rolled up to below my elbows, over a white dress shirt, red tie, and black hooded trench cloak almost similar to certain organizations uniform.
During the dream I wouldn't hear a voice tell me what to do or explain to me what was happening during the sequence. Five pedestals would rise up from nowhere, just out of reach from the monolith above the endless abyss, and five items would appear in a shine of light. They were as follows, a double edged sword with a curved hand guard and long pommel that could be wielded one-handed or two-handed. A small silver tower shield that curved very slightly inwards to wielder, with the decal of a bronze lion on the front. The shield was made out material that the curved sides and ends could be encased with a durable material that can harm enemies. Next was a small staff, the length of a cane, that had an ice blue shaft (hush) and an alabaster gem of shorts that changed color and changed shape, from its presence alone one could feel the power dwelling within it. A belt holding multiple hooks for pouches and two holsters was on another pedestal. The belt was a belt but the holsters attached held two knives that very easily pass as short swords. They had black wrappings around the hilts and small markings on the blades. What was surprising about the knives was that they appeared to be made of glass, colored a grassy green, and while it would be sane to believe that they were fragile, they were able to cut through any material I found and remarkably light for knives.
Finally the final pedestal was one of an enigma. The item it held would also change over time to things I have seen in media or encountered in real life. They would each bring me memories of happiness and sorrow, as well as rekindle lost emotions or reopen age old scars. One time it was a small hand held device with a directional pad, two buttons, and a screen. Another time it was small teddy bear that I recalled from my youth. A battered and dirty dog collar would show up and I'd be struck with temporary grief. A very recognizable and annoying automaton would appear and I would have the uncontrollable urge to both punch it and care for it.
When I reached the pedestal this time, it was something that I had never really seen in person but in a form of media, a show would be the proper term. A brilliantly cut crystal would appear to be floating in mid air as a pulsating light would emanate from it, becoming brighter or duller the depending on the distance there was between me and it.
A choice was necessary to be made here, I would have to choose what items I would take and have strengthen their respective attributes, i.e. the sword with strength and the shield for defence, and then give up two other items and receive a decrease in that attribute. I would experiment with the items and see what they each correspond to as abilities and sword and shield were self-explanatory, the staff more so to anyone with imagination and any familiarity with role-playing games. The knives were related to what would simply at the core be dexterity, my flexibility and reflexes would noticeably be better than they usually would be, which would be respectively none and sub-par. The random item was something that had various affects whenever I took. When I took it as the collar and device I was more prone to excitement and sorrow, while as the machine I was more prone to anger and empathy. Yet when I look at it now, I felt all sorts of emotions surging through me not just one or two, and something more that drove me towards it.
After some time deciding what I wanted to take and give up I came to the conclusion to give up the shield and staff, and to take the sword and the crystal. When I approached the pedestal presenting the crystal it started to glow brighter and brighter, changing color from a burning red to icey blue, a dark brown to a sharp yellow, and a light green to a black hue. I had an idea what the crystal actually was, but I didn't want to make any quick assumptions as to what it could be. Standing near the edge of my "heart", where the dark glass mixes with darkness I reached for the crystal, it shining a bright light from the center of itself as it dissolves, oddly enough into multiple different elements of the world and ones and zeroes. Once all of that was done I went to stand in the center of the monolith and be transported, or submerged in darkness, to the next part of the dream. I stand around for a few seconds before a bright light engulfs everything in the vicinity, blinding me in the process, something that hasn't ever happened before.
Once my sight returns I look down to see if this segment had changed as well, and I'm not sure if my memory was being faulty but I knew the monolith was supposed to be of a different person. The monolith below my feet depicted a young woman with a wild blond mane and lavender eyes, wearing a short tan jacket that exposes her stomach with short sleeves that puff out her shoulders and stop at the middle of her bicep, and a yellow top of some kind. She has a brown belt holding poaches with some sort of material, a pair of mini shorts, brown knee high boots with over the knee orange socks, a lavender bandana wrapped around her left knee, and an orange scarf that seems to have infinite length. Behind her appears to be a wooden home in a forest of sorts and murals of a smiling girl and man, another man who appears to be forcing a grin, and a shattered mural of some sort of creature.
Concern grew within me as I stood on the monolith "heart" that represented and most likely belonged to a fictional character that I very easily recognized. I didn't have time to think before the creatures of darkness appeared, acting as target practice for my weapon of choice, the doubled-edged sword with both hands for now.
The creatures were the same small, beady eyed shadows that usually showed up but creatures smaller than the Shadows showed up. These ones looked to be like small wolf pups that had small red markings around its body and red eyes, just like the ones from the murals in my "heart". The connections between these creatures and this woman had been forming in my mind as I swiftly dealt with the Shadows and pups.
Once the battle was over another bright light shown before I could put anymore thought into the pups and woman. Same as before when the light died down I looked down to see if whether or not the monoliths were a coincidence or not. The person was also different, this time it depicted a young lady with black hair and amber eyes, wearing a black vest with coattails, a white sleeveless high crop underneath, and white shorts. The young lady was also wearing low-heeled boots and black stockings, along with a bow tied atop of her head. The monolith had a forest of red leaves and black bark before her with murals of young man with mischievous grin, a man with a fully grown beard and head of hair reminiscent of a lion, a woman with an extra set of ears atop her head that belong to a cat, and two shattered murals, one of the previous woman and a man wearing a mask.
It wasn't before long that a new ornate door with etched glass appeared behind me a few feet away. At this point I knew that this was one heavily lucid dream my mind created, what with the references to a web show that I had a soft spot for. It wasn't long when my musing began before a voice, one very familiar yet unrecognizable that should have appeared at the very beginning of this dream, had the normal sequence been played out, spoke out loud.
Hey can you hear me?
Afterwards the voice stops in what I assume as a matter of waiting for approval to continue. I nod my head, answering the question and hopefully allowing the voice to continue on with their request.
I can see inside your heart. You're a kind and gentle soul. It's so full of light. But it is also covered in darkness.
Please, go into the next room and keep moving forward, and I'll tell you what you need to know.
It was then that I noticed that the door was solid and tangible, and started to open up into a room with bright shining light pouring out of it.
I make my way through the threshold, engulfed in the light, before the light dies down once more and I find myself standing in a small area with a few trees in the nearby vicinity. Leaning on two separate trees were the two men I saw within the yellow woman's "heart", along with the masked person within the shattered mural. The first of the two was the gruff looking man who had black spikey hair that appeared to be graying in some places with crimson red eyes, with some slight stubble. He wore a grey dress shirt with a tail, black dress pants and shoes, and had two silver band rings and necklace with a crooked cross. The final piece of his attire was a tattered red cloak on his back.
I decided to approach him first and answer one of three questions I would be needed to answer. Once I got close to his personal space, he asked his voiceless question.
What's most important to you? He asked me.
I decided to answer with my true, definitive answer after muling the question in my head.
The people who matter to me I answered.
Are loved ones really that important? he replied.
I move towards the second man leaning on the other tree. He had dull yellow hair with a soul patch and stubble on his face, along with calming blue eyes and small grin. He wore brown cargo shorts with a brown belt, a pair of black shoes, a red bandana was wrapped around his left arm, and brown leather vest over a tan dress shirt, which had the right sleeve off. He also had a tattoo of some sort of heart on his right arm. He reminds very much so of the yellow woman.
When I approached him he asked me the second of three questions.
What do you want out of life? He asked me.
In response I told him To become strong, so I can protect what matters.
Strength to protect what matters, huh?
I approach the final person, who still had their mask on, as intimidating as it is with the four slit eye holes, but I can tell that this person was actually a woman. This woman wore a black and red dress, with a pair of matching red gauntlets over black fingerless gloves, a red girdle belt, and an assortment of various necklaces, the most I can count is four separate ones. She had black leggings on with black boots that had red high heels, and what appears to be a makeshift side cape made out of feathers.
Approaching her she intimidatingly demands an answer for her question, even though she had no voice here.
What are you afraid of most? She asks me.
...I am afraid of being forgotten.
Your fear is a weakness, remember that.
Another change in this lucid dream of mine shocked me, and before I could think clearly on what was happening a pool of pure black darkness spews from below the woman and two men. I could barely notice it at first but the darkness seems to greatly originate from the woman and far less so than the other two. Eventually it overtakes me and I am submerged under a sea of black.
I pseudo-wake up on top another monolith "heart", this one belonging to a young lady that almost mistook for a young girl. This lady had white alabaster hair that was tied into an off-center ponytail that leaned to her right that was pinned with a tiara crown of sorts. She had ice cold blue eyes and had a scar running down the left side of her face, over her eye. Her attire consisted of a thigh-length strapless dress that slowly becomes a light blue reaching the hem, with a bolero jacket, lined with red on the inside, over the dress. She wore wedged heeled white boots that look like they give her a height boost, a white sash around her waist, and a small apple pendant with a pair of silver, rectangular earrings.
Behind her showed what could be mistaken as a white and ice blue castle that was located somewhere in a high altitude area. The murals consisted of two fully shattered people, one a man with bushy mustache having the mural be shattered but still recognizable, and a woman whose was unrecognizable due to how broken the mural was. A young man who appeared to have shi-smug looking grin and cold eyes was on another mural, slightly shattered near the face. One other woman was on the final mural, however unlike the other murals it was still in one piece. This woman looked like an older version of the young lady, but had her hair in a small bun and looked to be in military uniform, yet still had a small smile on her face.
Once I reoriented myself I soon realized that the end of my dream should be coming up soon, at least after the creatures of darkness show up and are eliminated. Standing up I was quickly surrounded by Shadows and pups jumping out from the darkness around the "heart" and soon had to defend myself. Sword in hand I quickly side-stepped away from a slash from a Shadow and slashed at a pup that tried to make a meal out of my knee caps. More creatures tried to group up and attack me at once, however a few wide slashes were all it took to get rid of them. A few moments later and creatures were now taking less hits to destroy, and eventually I was left alone on the monolith.
Stained glass panes appeared soon right afterwards, acting as the floor of bridge leading from one end of this monolith to the final one, and if it is then I can already see the pattern that was forming here.
Quickly making my way to the bridge, and to the last "heart", I quickly thought back to what happened in this entire dream, what with the numerous changes to the original lucid dream madness and alluded sequence of events, to the strange voice that has yet to speak to me again. In just a few short moments I reach the final monolith, and by extension the finale of this dream. What I see is a young girl who had red-tipped, asymmetrical black hair with silver eyes, a rare genetic trait. She wore a black blouse with red-trimmed long sleeves, a black waist belt of sorts, and a black skirt with red trims as well. She also had a pair of black stockings with black boots that, shockingly, had red trimming in the laces and soles, and finally a red hooded cape that was clipped to her blouse with two silver crosses.
Behind her had another castle, however instead of being a cold and lifeless white a blue castle, it was a silver and emerald castle with a large silhouette of a tower in the background, and a stone road next to some greenery lead to it. There were more murals here than I had seen in any sort of adaptation artwork of someone's own "heart". There were murals for the previous three girls from before, two for the men from yellow's "heart", four more for another familiar group of teens, one for another man that alluded to another man from the world, and finally one mural that was slowly being shattered, originating from the center. The person in the mural appeared to be a woman who looked very similar to the young girl, except she wore a hood of sorts that covered over half of her face.
When I stopped looking at the floor I soon realized that rays of light were shining down from up above, originating from somewhere far away. The light felt soothing, I kept walking forward trying to feel more of its calming warmth, that is until I remembered what actually happens at this part of the dream. After all, the closer you are to the light the greater your shadow becomes.
I quickly spun around to look at the large shadow that was casted by the light. It spanned the entire length of the monolith and soon began to take a corporeal form. Lifting itself off the ground it started to distort and puff itself to take a more muscular form. It eventually got itself to stand on its relatively short legs and thin feet, standing its full height equivalent to the monoliths floor, this one being the largest of them all, and being approximately 50 meters, the width of a professional football field. Its bulky arms easily dwarfed me in size, not even reaching a digit with my height, attached to a large puffed out chest with a gaping heart-shaped hole where its stomach would be located. The head showed one final change in this dream of mine, where black tentacles taking the appearance of a scarf and mess of hair would be, a bone white mask covered its face and the pseudo-hair was pulled back into a spikey mess of hair. The eyes of this creature would normally be a disgusting shade of yellow, however it was now a crimson blood red, and it standing before me was an honestly intimidating and terrifying sight to behold.
Everyone's Darkside was terrifying to face after all, but I knew this one wasn't mine.
I failed to realize that during this time it spawned another pool of darkness, except it didn't overwhelm and consume me. Instead it started to spawn the creatures of darkness from before, except they were different now. The Shadows all wore white armor around their bodies and the pups were now adolescent wolves also having the same mask the Darkside had on their faces.
For the first time in having this lucid dream I had never experienced the one emotion that I had felt at that point in time, with such an intensity, because I knew that after everything that happened in this dream was no longer just a dream, it was not just a part of my imagination, it was never just a coincidence these familiar faces and people were here.
I was going to start my own journey, be a part of my own story, maybe even in another world.
And I was terrified.
For more reasons than one. Besides the fact that my story was going to end before it even truly began, but the fact that the world I may be headed towards to be a part of was one of the deadliest and most terrifying worlds in existence. Then there was thought of what I was supposed to do in said world, who I would face, what role I would play. All of these thoughts and emotions played out within me as claws slashed at me and a giant hist came hurtling towards my person.
That is until a deus ex machina came in the form of the strange crystal from the beginning of this mess showed up in a ball of light and numbers from my chest, and then shined a bright white light, completely engulfing the area.
Opening my eyes from the instinctive response to shut them from my death, I see that the creatures have disappeared from the area and the dark abyss that surrounded was no longer here, replaced by a calm blue sky and soft white clouds.
I'm sorry for not helping you sooner young one.
The voice called out once more, this time I had a feeling who it could have been but I remained silent for now. Deciding to give the voice a face of sorts, I look up towards the bright light and nod to indicate that I was listening, sword in hand pointed at the floor.
These dreams you've had, the emotions you have, I can tell you're one of few people who are willing to face the darkness, even if it meant putting yourself at risk.
I nod again, which guessing by the slight giggle shows that I caught on to what was expected of me now.
I guess you figured it out. And I'd like to say that I'm sorry for asking you to do this.
I put up my hand in a form of platancy, indicating that I had no issues of what would be asked of me. I motioned my hand to continue on as I took a seat on the floor while keeping a hand on my weapon.
You're very calm about all of this, but I guess that was to be expected from you.
Two objects began to take corporeal form right in front of me, one being a replica of the ornate door from before and right next to it a full-body length mirror. I take a look at the reflection and see that my attire has changed, along with my other own features. I wore the same outfit the me from my "heart" had, suit and all except with the cloak unzipped and the hood upon my head. What about me was that I no longer had a fully grown an unkempt beard and mustache on my face, nor did I have any evident blemishes or cuts on my face. My hair was still the same shoulder length black hair I had, with it somewhat reaching the halfway mark of my eye sight. I quickly took a glance at my right hand to see if the ring I had on before I slept, or more or less power napped, and sure enough it was still there, ruby still attached and band the same valor design it had. I saw that some scars I had were still present on me, mainly the one located between my eyebrows and the one on my right ring finger.
As I stood to head for the door I noticed that I had also grown a few inches, now standing at a tall 6'6", a height that I bet I would love and hate with a passion. The final thing I noticed was my actual body. What changed about my body was that instead of having a slight stomach with average body mass in all categories, I now had a thinner body frame almost similar to that of the female human. As if they knew what I was panicking, and admittedly I was, they quickly reassured me before I started to do a full body check.
Don't worry, you are still you, you're still the same introverted teenage boy you were back home, just a slightly more superior body.
I could hear the mirth in their voice as I quickly released a breath of air I kept.
Now that everything was all settled I made to open the door, that was until I got interrupted in mid-action.
Just to be clear, you won't be able to come back until you finish everything in your new world. I'll be giving you a little something in order to help you, but this is it. The point of no return.
Are you sure you want to go to Remnant young man?
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"Yeah. I'm sure Summer.
And please.
Call me V."
High above the skies of Remnant, over the city of Vale was a lady wearing a black bow and with amber eyes reading a book of some form of literature in a small rented apartment near an open window. Taking a glance outside she saw a shooting star falling over from the coasts of Vale and the small islands nearby. She didn't bother taking note of where it would head, going back to her book about a time in which light existed without darkness.
From a different hotel room was another young lady going over preparations for the next few days, making sure all her items are still in perfect order, deemed so by herself. Taking a moment to take a break, something she hasn't had the pleasure to do most of her life, she made her way to the small balcony that was attached to her room. Stepping out in her nightgown she took a deep breath and looked across the night sky, spotting a shooting star fall towards the direction of a large cliffside face surrounded by dense forests.
A young woman with a wild mane of blonde hair rode down the streets of Vale and towards the airship docks on the other side of the city from where she was. Stopping at a cross light she took notice of a flash of light go by high above the air, seeing a shooting star head towards the direction of where she came from. She then proceeded to recklessly drive back the direction she came from and try to follow the star, noticing that it was shrinking in size and heading towards a familiar looking academy. With her curiosity sated she began to make her way to her source of information.
A young girl walked through the streets of Vale, searching for a shop that would be able to prepare her for the coming school year, and maybe allow her to find somethings for herself. Listening to some music on her custom headphones and her red hooded cape up on her head, she walked daydreaming of her future and the world she would live in. She saw a flash of light move up above her head high above in the sky a very briefly caught a glimpse of a slowing shooting star. Moving quickly she found a clear and high area for her to spot the star heading towards a waterfall on the cliff side that held the ever famous academy everyone knew about from high and low. Naively making a wish, she decided to look for her sister and ask her for any shop recommendations, and possibly prevent a fight or two.
As the shooting star moved across the night sky, falling closer and closer to its destination, the light around the star slowly died down, revealing a young man wearing a suit and black coat to be the shooting star. Eventually the boy reached his destination, whether it be his own free will or not, with it being a small hidden cave that lead to a larger cave system behind one of the waterfalls found and easily seen from afar nearby the famous academy simply best known as Beacon. With the boy were several objects laid out around him, several being trinkets and a few being small devices. Of these were a small toy sword, a small crystal emanating numbers, a small hand held device with only a screen, a small clip on device of sorts, and a necklace with a broken orb and shield charms.
The boy's sudden replacement of a missing star didn't go unnoticed however as one man wearing a black suit with green pants, with a small purple cross pin on the cowl of his green undershirt. Having silver hair and hazel eyes, he narrowed his eyes looking over the late night security footage of his campus, furrowing his black eyebrows as he scrutinized the thoughts that formed in his head from video he saw in his office.
As headmaster of Beacon Academy, Professor Ozpin needed to make sure that this anomaly wasn't one of her doing.
But first he needs to find the landing site of the "star".
...Uhhhhh heeeeeeyy guys...
I'm uh... doing this thing too now...
Fuck me am I right?
Right well I guess I should explain myself now huh?
Well when making the other fic Grimm Hearts (which has a new name now hopefully, tech and Murphey's law just hate me) I read a review asking if it was gonna be a crossover between Kingdom Hearts and RWBY, in which I'm sorry to say that it won't be the case.
Cause THIS fic is gonna be the Kingdom Hearts Crossover nobody asked for Hurrah!
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So yeaaaahhh That fic is still being written, I just had this going on in the back of my mind while I was writing A Grimm Fate.
Also since this is an OC story I would like to inform you on one thing. I have decided to forgo the idea of someone having the Gamer ability or being a somebody in Remnant through reincarnation or body hopping. So the OC wont be a Mary Sue (or Gary Stu in this case) meaning that I have no interest in making them an overpowered mess. Since I wont be doing the Gamer I still wanted to add a way to maintain that sort of stat tracking and quest tracking, so I decided to implement a mechanic from many vidja games, focusing on a certain cell-shaded FPS RPG trilogy (otherwise that whole game talk would be a huge false tease).
Some key elements will be implemented into the RWBY-verse such as Heartless, but let me tell that the cave will be important later on.
I just hope that I can make a story that everyone can like and have a good read with.
This has been everyone's living disappointment -V