A/N: My first attempt at a fanfiction. Sorry if it sucks majorly. I'll probably be editing this a lot.

I open my eyes. Well… this is a first. The fact I'm not bleary eyed from my four hours of sleep is certainly strange. Not only that, but I feel as if I'm at the peak of energy I usually have a day. So basically, I feel content and at the same time, apathetic.

Not only that, but it looks like I'm in an office cubical, that looks very (put a drawl on that very) ethereal. Looks like I'm sitting in a chair, with my casual (only) pair of clothes on. I'm currently slumping on my chair so I stay like that as contemplate my situation. Am already thinking this as my chair? I'm getting possesive.

Hmm… It seems as I've been kidnapped. Ok, let's observe our situation from here because I don't want to give away that I'm awake… you know what, it might be too late on that but whatever, if I die I die, totally not being angsty… Well I think I'm not. Just apathetic… I'm getting of track.

Okay, lets run through my severely lacking senses. I smell the office has a tang of antiseptics. Hospital? I hear typing on a keyboard. Kidnappers? I taste my mouth. My cheeks are slightly numb, interesting. Otherwise, my mouth tastes of… Fruit? I kind of like that. I feel a gentle shift in the air. Silent A/C? Is this place heaven?

…

Well I have low standards it seems. Lower than I thought. I noticed something though. Feeling my teeth with my tongue has made me realize that my teeth are perfectly placed, and that my teeth are perfectly clean. Seems the power of the mystical is at work here. In fact, for the first time in a long time, my body no longer felt weary. It seems my body is perfectly healthy. I'm having some suspicions now that think are correct.

The typing's stopped. Not even the mouse has dragged across the pad that all computer mice are used on. What are those called? Probably something I'll figure out in the future. But enough of that, it seems I've been found.

Whelp, can't keep my captor waiting. I bring my head up normally and straighten my posture as I open my eyes.

Only to blink in confusion as I think a mile a minute before coming to a conclusion that will change my life forever, the pivotal moment that my journey to do incredible things begin, the moment I- Ok I'll stop with the melodrama.

I blink in confusion for all of six seconds and a sixth of a second as I was told later. Before my eyes widen slightly in realization, before returning to normal and I sigh in exasperation as I slump in my chair and speak.

"You're a random omnipotent being, aren't you" I deadpanned.

The figure made of an endless white in the shape of a man said in behind his desk paused. It had not been expecting that. Most mortals that enter its domain faint or go into hysteria at the confirmation of what it is. It had expected something much the same form this mortal and to not do so was a surprise. What the mortal child said though shocked it, and therefore it responded on instinct, "I'm sorry?" in a tone that made all that heard it think it was unsure of whether it heard the descendant of an ape correctly.

"Sorry about what?" the mortal return in an equally disbelieving voice.

"Nothing, I was just surprised," the being that could most probably destroy a universe with a stray thought, said the words somewhat awkwardly.

"Oh," the mortal said in a more awkward voice.

There was an awkward silence after that was broken by two voices.

"Look how-/Hey I-"

The two beings that were complete opposites in terms of power spoke at the same time, and cut off. This seemed to make the awkwardness in the atmosphere jump up a notch, and silence reigned once again.

Before the silence could continue, I decided to break it first, "It seems as if we started off on the wrong foot. Here, let me introduce myself, even though you probably already know me, my name is Wane Cress, and you are…" I trailed off, waiting for an answer.

"Ah! Right. My name is… well I have many names I guess… For now, you can call me Bob," the omnipotent being that it beyond all mortal comprehension, with the name Bob, finished lamely. He continued though, "I know what you're thinking, no this is not a joke, it's just easier to remember and it is surprisingly original among us beings beyond the words of men, where we have names like `Zancor', `Flkanchin', or names that simply make you go mad. I pride myself for being original." Bob paused again, apparently listening to my thoughts, and somehow, the pure white, 14th dimensional shadow, blushed a slight pink, "I am not a hipster! And I am not a tsundere -baka!"

I stare at Bob, unimpressed and amused, while being apathetic to the fact that I can die in an instant, and with a being like Bob, I would not doubt it would be less than an instant somehow.

"Well, Bobby Bob, is it all right if I call you Bobby Bob? I'm calling you Bobby Bob in my head now and you can't stop me. We should probably discuss why you brought a 16 teen-year-old mortal to your domain."

"I- you- argh- *sigh* - all right. I guess we should move on. I brought you here because all the cool Gods were sending humans down the path of omnipotence recently into various worlds, but mostly into anime worlds."

"So, you are a normie then."

This time, Bob ignored my jab, "I am gifting you the ability of The Gamer complete with three wishes to add to your powers. After that I will be sending you to the world of RWBY in a location of your choice and your choice in the time line. You can also set your age for your new body."

"Hmm, as cliché as I thought. Well there is only one real option for this isn't there? My first wish is for the ability change the amount of will power I have. For example, if I was in a situation where I wanted to be pumped up, I can set my will power level to that, or change it to the level where losing a limb won't make me so much as flinch. I'm wishing for this because I am a very unmotivated person. This should at least help with that problem

"My second wish is to be able to create an alternate dimension where I can enter and leave as I please. In there time flows normally, however time is frozen outside. In this dimension, I can summon foes to fight to gain experience. Another function it that place is that I am able to receive the same training as Rezkin from the Kings Dark Tidings series (basicaly, learn things ranging from battle to politics and news). I will master the rules and become a master, no, a Grand Master, of all the skills and be socially adept. I would also gain the Scrivener ability (all things you see, read, hear, smell, felt, and tasted will be remembered for ever). When I enter that place, I can change my age but if not changed, I will stop aging at age 25.

"My final, and possibly greatest wish, is to create spells, skills, techniques, etc. out of thought concepts I meditate on and contemplate on. These can be anything, from a spell that cleans my clothes, to a skill to cultivate primordial energy."

I finished my demands and see Bob surprised as he processes my words, before becoming exasperated. Bob says, "You don't pull your punches, do you? Fine, I concede to your demands. However, where will you go to in Remnant."

Nodding at the entity whose handkerchief could destroy a trillion galaxies with an errant through, I spoke, "I would like to be reincarnated in Vale with a Faunus family that is well off, I would be a snow tiger Faunus by the way, their enhanced senses and animalistic features are very useful at the moment. I want to be sent to 17 years before the story line begins so I can enter Beacon at a similar time to everyone else."

Bob nodded along to my proposal, before saying, "Okay, I can do that. It has been a nice chat Wane, although awkward at first. Fare thee well oh Gamer to journey to the apex where you will experience tragedy, hilarity, and hardsh- oh what the hell am I doing, it's not like you will experience those things most likely, well, except for hilarity. Go now, I guess," and with that a resounding crack, and a flash of light and the mortal vanished.

Bob paused for a moment before saying with a pondering voice, "This is where I leave an ominous warning or state my concern to continue being dramatic, like all the cool and hip Gods, but I think my words would fall flat."

And then Bob, too, vanished. Probably to admire the creations of other "Cooler" and "Hip" gods.