A/N: Heya! So, I've been watching a lot of RWBY lately and I liked the show very much and I thought that I wanted to try and write a new story about it. Also, I've gotten myself hooked on the Gamer AU for various fandoms. The result is this fic. The idea hasn't been used as much as it should've so I thought I would try my hands on it as well.
I hope it's good.
So, yeah, here it is. A new story, from yours truly. Hey, that rhymes!
Plot Twist
Chapter 1:
New Game
It was in one of those cold nights when he took his time off his office and out into the streets of Vale with only his cane and mug of coffee did he happen across the two of them. At first, he wasn't really sure what to feel upon coming to the sight of a little baby laid amongst the thrashes inside a random half-opened thrash can, motionless and silent. His conscience was warring between sorrow for the newborn probably not even a week old, and cold rage for the parents who abandoned their child to the cruel world.
And then, the baby opened his eyes.
Oh. For a second, he thought he was dead.
Sharp and determined. That was the impression he got upon looking into the half-lidded, ocean-blue eyes staring cautiously at him. Yet, he was sure, that he was more than meets the eye. Ozpin blinked, feeling slightly amused when the little baby did just the same thing and shifted lightly beneath his cocoon of blanket. They say that the eyes are the window of the soul, Ozpin thought to himself, If so, this one certainly knows how to hide.
The blue-eyed baby gurgled and babbled something indecipherable, a flash of recognition and denial flahing briefly in his midnight-blue eyes before he forced himself to calm down, taking deep breaths to help find his center. He twitched and shifted some more in his cocoon, seemingly confused with his whereabouts until he laid his eyes to the shattered moon to which he let loose a resigned sigh.
Curious. Very curious.
He took a sip from his coffee mug, feeling the warm liquid sooth his nerves and calm his emotions back to its usual passivity. Hmm.. Let's see.. The Headmaster of Beacon Academy stepped forward to the thrash can, not the least bit bothered by the smell of garbage permeating from within and picked the blue-eyed baby. He was unamused when he found a piece of paper hastily slipped into his cocoon. He apathetically flicked the paper open, somehow looking very stylish while doing so.
...
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The Headmaster of Beacon promptly crushed the paper within his grasp and tossed it into the can with pinpoint accuracy, once again looking like a certified FAB while doing so. The white haired man smiled kindly at the baby, an idea slowly forming in his head.
He got some adoption papers to fill.
Rayner Fern
Lv. 1 The Gamer
Well, ain't that unusual.. I thought sarcastically to myself, feeling my eyes drooping at an incredibly fast rate despite awakening merely minutes ago. I kept my eyes locked on the glowing blue letter on top of my head, though. Trying to convince myself that no, I'm not going crazy, and no, I'm not hallucinating. Speaking of being crazy though, how many people can boast of having been carried in the arms of Prof. Ozpin with capital 'O' himself?
Pssh, freakin' none.
Before we go any further into the spiral of madness that is my life, let's start with a proper introduction, yeah? Hello, I'm Rayner Fern -as you've probably known by now. I also go by Ray and Sharky with the last being used only by my little brother. I'm a 17 year old, unemployed introvert whose hobby is programming, snorkelling and reading fanfictions. I'm lacking a lot in social-skills and generally despises large crowds and noise with the only exception being my little brother. Also, I'm dead.
Yes, people, I'm dead. As in, He's-not-breathing-anymore kind of dead- dead. And no, before anyone starts to panic and call in Daryl Dixon to exterminate a possible Walker, I'm not a zombie.
You know what those superstitious people said about the afterlife and stuff? They're partially correct, at least as far as the souls-going-to-the-otherside part goes anyway, and that's the end of the similarities. What comes next is where things become hectic and borderline insane.
Enter, The Operator.
I wouldn't exactly call her a God, that title is too good to be used on an entity who literally spends her eternity as a potato couch, binge watching the latest anime series with a bowl of butter-coated popcorn and a bottle of cheap, less-sugar Coca-Cola. Anyway, The Operator -or Carne, as she called herself- is apparently, in charge of the souls of those who died before their time either by some miscalculations of fate (it was possible, apparently), misfortune or some other stuff.
So, since I, as an example of those who died before their time is due, falls under her domain, it is her job to resurrect or reincarnate me back to the realm of the living. Think of her as a.. checktaker for souls -one that dresses like a shut in and spends an eternity as a useless Potato Couch.
Now, remember when I told you about things becoming borderline insane? This is the part. When I first met her, Carne, in all her NEETy glory, was sobbing uncontrollably while continuously shovelling handfuls after handfuls of popcorn into her mouth, watching what I recognized as the final episode of the third season of RWBY, Pyrrha's death scene, to be exact. So what happens when she saw me? Well, it goes along the lines of..
"YOU! Yes, you! Just the perfect thing I needed! You're dead, right? Listen, I'll chuck you to RWBYverse and I want you to shove this-" Here, she produced a 3-feet long spear with a very wicked, sharp blade on its tip from the bottom of her couch. "-up that slut's ass!" She points to the screen where Cinder's shocked face was quickly enveloped by the white glow of Ruby's mysterious power. "In exchange, I'll give you a very special gift."
...that.
And so, here I am, an adolescent young man trapped within the body of my infant-self, in a marginally different world, with the power of the Gamer in my finger tips. Well, this isn't so bad, I guess. I could've ended up with something worse, like getting thrown to NARUTOverse where everyone can kill me with a flick of their wrists. Worse yet, South Park. No. Just no.
But first... I send a glance at Ozpin who was effortlessly making a simple walk, with a baby no less, look like a professional model's catwalk. I think I even heard a woman cry in shame in the background. Meh. Let's see if I can get that useful skill...
Prof. Ozpin Hexenmeister
Lv. ? Headmaster of Beacon
Obviously, his level is too high for me to view. The title is kind of a let down, though. I was expecting something along the lines of The Mysterious Wizard or something. And hey, was his name in German?
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Old, Cheap Mini-Sheet (White)
An old, cheap, baby-sized sheet one can find everywhere. Incidentally, it has a suspicious, faded brown spot on one of its side. Wonder what it is?
+2 Durability
+5 Protection from the Elements
Seriously!? Eeww! I think I'm going to be sick..
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PING!
[Observe] (Lv.1)
Stalking has never been so easy.
-With higher mastery, deeper and more detailed informations will be revealed.
-Can't perceive anything 30 levels above yourself. Higher mastery will decrease the gap limit.
I rolled my eyes at the description attached to the skill but ultimately let a small smile grow from the edges of my lips. It's a start, but for now, let's just take some small, baby-steps and let things flow the way they are.
Ozpin brought me on a detour to the administration center to fill in some paperworks for him to legally adopt me. I was honestly surprised that a man with such a prestigious position in Vale's Huntsmen Community with more responsibilities and workload than up to 80% of the entire population in Remnant would adopt me, a random baby he found on the street, to be his son.
I was honestly touched by his actions, even if he doesn't look like he gave a shit to anything.
Ozpin was surprisingly quick with his papers and fifteen minutes later, we were both out of the stuffy building, Ozpin bearing the legal papers of my guardianship with a pleased smile on his face.
Another detour trip brought Ozpin and myself to the nearest convenience store to buy some much needed baby supplies. The shopkeeper had been shocked almost to death by the sight of THE Prof. Ozpin with a baby in his arms, I think Ozpin was enjoying the shocked look on her face and was rather amused by the reaction itself.
By the time we arrived to the gates of the massive institution that was Beacon Academy, I have already leveled up [Observe] a good four times into Lv. 5 which spoke volumes of how quickly being a baby can bore you to death because frankly, leveling up [Observe] wasn't the most exciting thing to do in the world.
Then the gate opened, and out came Glynda Goodwitch, heels clip-clapping against the marble-tied floor as she made her way towards us. It seems that she noticed something different and stopped several feet from us, gree eyes narrowed as she eyed the Headmaster, and subsequently the bags on his arms, weirdly before she laid her sharp green eyes on my.
The frown forming on her face was nothing short of spectacular.
"Professor Ozpin." She began, tone crisp as she adjusted her glasses back into place, eyeing my form pointedly before looking at Ozpin with irritation in her eyes. "What in the name of Oum are you doing with a baby? And for the matter, who's baby is that?"
Ozpin released an almost imperceptible sigh, it was so soft that had I not been in his arms, I wouldn't have noticed it. "I found this baby in downtown Vale, actually. He was abandoned, all alone inside of a thrash can." Ozpin answered calmly and solemnly.
Ouch.
Glynda lost some of her irritation at that, her eyes softening the next time she laid her eyes on me. "I see. Still, Professor, Beacon is hardly a good place to raise a baby -don't try and deny it, I know you intend to do so. You have your duties and obligations and so does the other faculty members. Nobody will be able to take care of him."
Ozpin tilted his head to the side, a light smile on his face. "I know, Glynda. However you need not worry, I'm fully capable of raising Rayner by myself."
"Rayner?" A delicate eyebrow raised in curiosity. "You named him already?"
Ozpin shook his head at that. "No. It was the name written on the short message, probably written by his parents, to address whoever found their child. They named him Rayner Fern." Ozpin elaborated, offering the baby for Glynda to carry and familiarize with, much to the Deputy Headmistress' dismay.
Apparently, she was bad with little kids. Go figure.
"Welcome to Beacon, Mr. Fern." She greeted neutrally, an undertone of motherly care on her carefully trained even tone. "I hope you may grow into an upstanding young man in the future. Perhaps, become a huntsman as well." A small smile graced her lips and I finally understood that while Glynda Goodwitch was strict and stern, she was no less a woman than any other girl in the city. It's over, I ship her and Ozpin together.
In response, I gave her what I hoped to be a cute baby smile and a babble to show her my appreciation to be accepted there. Judging by the small blush on her face, I succeeded to pull it off.
The following years would be both agonizingly boring and endlessly interesting for both myself and my new adopted father. I'm sure of it.
To Be Continued
And... scene!
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