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"Status report!"
"Sir! We've been fighting to exhaustion for days. We've nearly run out of Dust, and casualties are rising by the day!"
"What's going on…"
She saw Yang crush the Beowolf's skull in with a simple punch, before moving on to the next one. To her right, Blake cut off the head of one other Beowolf before moving onto an Ursa, which roared in pain as a large gash appeared on the left side of its abdomen.
She turned to what was in front of her, and sighed in exasperation at the enemy in front of her…
"Another one of you…"
She swallowed and charged at the Boarbatusk, amplifying her speed with her glyphs.
"Oh yeah, I remember this...wait...no. No, no, no, no…"
"Gimme a break. These guys just don't quit…"
"They're Grimm, they're stupid like that."
Yang breathed heavily, leaning over with an arm hanging limp. Blake was standing up fine, but fatigue was definitely setting in for her too.
She looked behind at team JNPR. Nora was sitting down tiredly, the only contrast to this being the large grin she gave off. Ren was surprisingly fine looking, but scars and cuts covered his clothes. Pyrrha was kneeling down on one leg, gathering air for her lungs-she was also the one with the most cuts and bruises out of the team. Jaune was also kneeling, and breathing just as heavily...though, unlike the rest of the team, he seemed completely fine nonetheless.
"You guys alright?"
Jaune nodded. "Yeah...just chipper."
She turned her head back to the sight in front of her, a horde of Grimm started gathering, readying for another attack.
She forced herself to her feet, pointing Myrtenaster towards them. "Ruby...where are you?"
"No! don't come here, don't come here!"
"I'm gonna die!"
...Or at least, she thought she would, when the Ursa's head came clean off from out of nowhere…
She looked over, and saw a girl-who wore black and red clothing and a red hood that was currently over her head. As the hood fell off her head, it revealed dark reddish hair and silver eyes with a furrowed look.
"Ruby!"
"NO! Get away from here! Don't do it!"
"Wha-What are you saying?"
"I'm saying I'll hold them off-you guys get back to the bullhead…"
"What?! No, we're not leaving you!"
"You're all tired, out of Dust, and a few of you are wounded. I'm only having one third of the problems you have, so its better if I stay behind and hold them off…"
"You dunce, you'll be killed!"
"No I won't…"
The girl in the red hood turned to her. A warm smile was spread across her face, and bright sparks of life seemed to radiate from her silver eyes…
"...I'll be right behind you, especially you guys…" she nodded towards the rest of team RWBY. "...We're a team after all, right? We'll always watch each others backs, even in this chaos…"
"Ruby…" She stared at their leader-her partner, the words she wanted to say to her dead in her throat.
Ruby turned to Yang, the two made a silent agreement before the oldest of the sisters hugged the other. Then Yang turned to Weiss, bringing her back from her shock as she grabbed her and started carrying her towards the Bullhead just a few kilometers out from their location. Weiss tried to resist, but considering it was Yang that was carrying her, it was damn near impossible.
She could only watch as they distanced themselves from their leader. Weiss held out a hand in Ruby's direction, all the while demanding that Yang take her back…
...She silently refused, and continued running behind the rest of the group. Not turning back to watch as her sister sprinted towards the Grimm, cutting off the arm of a Beowolf in the process…
"No! Stop, run away! Ruby...RUBY!"
Weiss Schnee bolted up from her bed, breathing heavily and in a sweat.
She looked around, it was her room, in her apartment in the Kingdom of Atlas. It wasn't that hellish forest from those few years ago, where they fought for days and days. It wasn't Beacon, which was now simply a ruin-courtesy of a now imprisoned Cinder Fall.
No, it was her apartment, recently bought, recently furnished...all just her apartment...and a visitor...in the same bed as her...naked...and now fully awake from her little panic attack.
"Is everything alright?"
That's right. She had been working all week, and finally had the weekend to herself. She decided to party earlier that day, met this woman, went to a few other nightclubs, had fun, then came back to her apartment and...had a "fun" night.
She wondered how much she drank, or if she was still sober when it happened. This was the fifth time during her stay in Atlas afterall.
"Yes...everything's fine...everything..."
The woman blinked, before shrugging and laying back down on the bed. Weiss looked away from her and stared at the nearby wall, before rejoining her "friend" in sleep. As she started to fall even deeper into slumber, her name crossed through her mind-faint, but unforgettable...
"Ruby…"
Five years ago, there was a school for Huntsmen and Huntresses: Beacon Academy.
During this time, the school was dedicated to training and preparing them for battle against the creatures of darkness-the Grimm.
All was fine before then…
Then, during that very year, a young girl named Ruby Rose stopped a robbery at a Dust shop. Due to the spectacular showing of her superb skills, the girl was officially enrolled into Beacon by Headmaster Ozpin personally.
And during her time there, Team RWBY was formed, consisting of Ruby Rose, Schnee Dust Company heiress Weiss Schnee, enigmatic-and later revealed to be a former White Fang member-faunus Blake Belladonna, and Ruby's older sister Yang Xiao Long.
They passed their initiation, attended classes. They had all sorts of adventures, pitfalls, and laughs. And they gathered all kinds of friends, acquaintances, and enemies…
...One of those enemies was Cinder Fall…
Infiltrating the school as a student from Haven Academy. Cinder instigated a plan to destroy Beacon and the kingdom of Vale. This way their "queen" could remake it in their own image without a problem.
Initially, the first time the plan played out it failed-undone by Team RWBY, as well as various students and staff from Beacon...
...The second time however, would end in utter devastation.
The plan would go on once again, as intended. This time in multiple areas surrounding Beacon Academy, and in important parts of the city.
The Grimm took to the streets, attacking citizens and huntsmen alike. Their overwhelming numbers-drawn by the negative emotions of people-gave them a foothold into the city within hours.
The fighting would last for days and days, each one suffering casualty after casualty.
From that point, all seemed lost...until Team RWBY returned.
Away on a mission when the attack happened, Team RWBY arrived on the scene eight days afterward. With their arrival, they managed to force the Grimm back away from Beacon and Vale-back into the forests they originally dwelled.
The day was once again saved...but not without cost.
Beacon Academy and at least one fifth of Vale were destroyed in the ensuing battle. After much deliberation and thought, the council walled off the destroyed areas-promising to rebuild it sometime later-and left them to crumble.
The number of casualties were in the hundreds at best, thirty seven of those being Huntsmen and Huntresses. Among those was the very hero that turned the battle around in humanity's favor…
...Ruby Rose was dead…
"It should be around here somewhere?"
Yang Xiao Long wasn't really the type to read books.
They were something that required you to sit down and look at them patiently. Force you to stop for a minute-pause your life and rest. They couldn't fight, they could be destroyed rather easily, and only a few involved going on adventures-none of which she could go on herself.
There were exceptions, however. If the books in question either led to adventure or something of importance to her, then she'd read it without a second thought...even if she had some problems at first.
There were also the times she read to...Ruby...during their childhood.
She stopped, stood there silently for a minute...then sighed and shook her head. "Come on back Yang, no need to get all mopey now...she wouldn't be happy with you being mopey…"
Focusing back on the shelf, Yang went past book after book. Looking for a specific book she heard about a few weeks ago.
"RVB, no. X-Ray and Vavs, nope. The Necronomicon...huh?"
She continued like this for several hours, going through book after book on shelf after shelf. After an hour and a half of searching, she was just about to give up and go home…
"Lazer Team...no. Ten Little Roosters, not even close...The Tale of the-that's it!"
She pulled the book out from the shelf. It was rather old and surprisingly dusty. She wiped the dust from the cover, revealing a much darker hardcover with somewhat dulled gold trimmings. The book had a small lock on the opening of the book, meaning you'd need to have a key to open it…
"And this lock can't just be broken off with brute strength either…"
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a grey, ornate key from her pocket. She had gone through several areas looking for this key, and had just managed to find it in an old ruin around four weeks ago. She would've gotten back sooner...if three of those weeks weren't spent fighting through Grimm just to get back to civilization.
"At least they were persistent."
Yang mentally chuckled as she inserted the key into the lock. With a simple twist, the lock clicked, and instantly turned to black powder that fell onto the floor.
"Dust infused with faint traces of various metals, including steel and titanium, all to make a padlock. When first built, it remains sturdy even as it's locked, then when unlocked, it falls apart and turns back into used up-and therefore useless-Dust, which dissolves after an hour or so. The reason why they're considered excellent locks is because of their ability to channel the Dust of their choice...most commonly lightning based Dust…"
"...Damn lightning based Dust padlocks…"
Repressing the memory from two years back, Yang opened the book and started skimming through the foreward of the book-beginning with the cover name.
The Tale of the Hero and the Life-Eater.
Before you read this book, I-the humble author of this tale-has witnessed this very story with their own eyes. The Life-Eater mentioned in this story very much exists, walking among us without problem or heed.
I urge you, if you want your safety in ignorance kept intact, stop right here-don't read any farther, just lock the book back up, drop it off somewhere no one else will find it, and go back to your home. You're general safety (at least as best as Remnant can offer) will be most assured.
If you do not care of the words of such a person...then continue on...and live in fear for every passing day afterward that the Life-Eater does not find you…
-A humble author.
"Right...so this guy was crazy...somewhat."
Yang turned the page, and started reading.
"Calm your mind...calm your breathing…"
For some people, meditating in a locker room was somewhat strange. The locker room is meant to change into different clothes for specific events, usually exercise. It was rarely seen as a place for people to try to achieve inner peace.
For Blake Belladonna though, anywhere wide enough was good enough for meditation. She had been raised in the slums of one of the kingdoms, and had to learn to sleep anywhere. She was a former member of the White Fang, and taught to be a huntress at Beacon, forcing her to learn when danger could be just around the corner.
And for the last few years, she had taught herself to meditate in rather uncomfortable places. All of said meditation taught to her by Lie Ren, who was happy to help with it.
"Calm your body...calm your spirit."
She breathed one more time, before opening her eyes-a vibrant amber color-and standing up. She walked over to her locker and pulled out her two weapons: Gambol Shroud and the newly modified pair Wilt and Blush. She sheathed them and walked over to the mirror to look at herself.
Her outfit consisted of a dull grey Kimono with dark violet linings. At left side of the kimono was either ripped off or not worn on the other side, revealing the small amount of black chest armor underneath. Her left arm was covered in bandages, while the right hand was covered with a black, fingerless glove. From her lower half was a black hakama, with some violet starting to appear near the feet. The right leg was ripped, exposing half of the shin where a black ribbon was wrapped tightly. Her feet had Zori sandals covering white Tabi socks, distinguishable from the purple cloth thong between the toes. To compliment her outfit was a black haori with the varied symbols of her teammates going down the right side: her symbol, a yellow flaming heart, a pale blue snowflake, and a...dark red rose.
Digressing from the thoughts that would plague her mind, she looked at her personal appearance. Her hair was much longer, to the point that half of it was loose and half were in a ponytail. The front was waved upward save for a few bangs, exposing her forehead. She moved some hair to the side to look at her ear, revealing three earrings in the same shape and color as the other three symbols: the heart, the rose, and the snowflake…
"All of my teammates…" She sighed...remembering the times she had with them. "If only it could ever be the same again…"
As she stared in the mirror, thinking about the past, the intercom broke the silence. "Will the final two contestants please come to the ring. I repeat, will the final two contestants please come to the ring."
"looks like its my time…" Blake stretched her arms and made her way out of the locker room to the ring.
The arena (or stadium, if you prefer) that holds the annual Mistral Regional Tournament was massive...to say the least.
The number of seats that could be occupied was a whopping 90,000, with a record attendance of 89,874 people that came for the very same event more than a few years ago-when Pyrrha Nikos won the tournament for the second time in her four year streak.
It was this very same event that called many people to attend, and although it didn't break its previous record, it came close with 87,256 people attending.
Of course, this was much larger than during the third and fourth victories for Pyrrha, when interest in seeing her win started to wane.
This would've been when Pyrrha would decide to attend Beacon, where she wouldn't attend the tournament for a few years. However, after the…"incident" five years back, Pyrrha would return to the tournament once again.
Many people would've expected her to win the tournament for her fifth time...only to get a real surprise in the final round.
Now, for the last four years people would come to see what many considered one of the biggest "rivalries in the history of Remnant." Which wasn't entirely true...since the two were friends, and there had been bigger rivalries in the past.
Still...the last four years didn't dissuade many from declaring it as such…
The two contestants in question were finally arriving, entering the ring opposite to each other. One was Blake Belladonna-winner of the tournament two times-carrying her signature Gambol Shroud and the dual weapons Wilt and Blush.
The other was Pyrrha Nikos, now a six time champion of the tournament. She-like Blake-had changed in appearance over the last few years, the most notable was her hair. Now tied up in a bun with a pigtail trailing down her back. The only thing that was the same from her years at Beacon were the bangs in front just above her jade colored eyes.
Her outfit had also changed significantly. Where originally it was a sort of bronze/leather top with an elastic, red, A-line miniskirt and a red ankle-length drapery wrapped around it, there was now a large amount of armor over several of these parts. On her shoulders were small pauldrons made of steel, covering armor that connected with the gorget around her neck. Around her waist was a moderately sized ringlet that was also connected to another part of armor-her skirt, now with steel covering all but the front of the material. Out of the right side, a familiar red drapery was attached to it, this time reaching only as far as her knees and with her symbol-a spear and shield-emblazoned on it. In addition to these were a gauntlet on the right arm and a metal, gloveless armband on the other attached to a black sleeve reaching far into the pauldron.
Her circlet, though relatively unchanged in the front (save for it being round in the center instead of pointed), now surrounded the hair bun in the back. Hanging from the circlet were two emeralds in the shape of teardrops. On the left arm under the pauldron was another smaller, red drapery-this one having the symbols of the rest of her team during her time at Beacon.
Many would be surprised at the large change. But there was a reason...considering she was now married-her wedding ring wrapped around her left ring finger.
The two contestants approached each other. Pyrrha, like she did every time for the last four years, smiled at her opponent. Blake held a signature stoic expression, until she herself smiled softly towards her opposite.
"Pyrrha…"
"Blake…"
The two greeted each other just as the announcer started to speak. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce you to the final bout of the Mistral Regional Tournament! Facing each other for the fourth time in a row are two familiar faces. From Mistral, participating in the tournament for her eighth time, give a hand for Pyrrha Nikos!" The crowd roared in a standing ovation, Pyrrha turned and waved at them, a large grin on her face.
"And from outside the kingdoms of Remnant, returning for the fourth time, the second half of the biggest rivalry in Remnant's recent history. Raise your voice for Blake Belladonna!" Once again, the crowd cheered in a standing ovation. Blake simply raised her hand and nodded, before turning to Pyrrha and a newcomer to the ring.
The person was the proctor of the match. A large, balding man in black clothes and a weary expression. He looked at the two of them before speaking. "Alright you know the rules, make this a fair match. You get DQ'd if you cheat or have a ring out, and you win the match with either a KO or Aura depletion...do you understand?"
The two nodded. "Good, then on my signal…"
Pyrrha unsheathed Milo and Akouo, taking up a combat stance. Blake took a tachi-ai posture with Wilt and Blush, her hand resting on the hilt.
The proctor backed up. "...Ready…"
Blake smiled. "This is going to be fun…"
The area was silent...then the proctor yelled "Begin!" and the two charged each other. To the two of them, it was a simple sprint and clash of blades...to everyone else, it was like they flashed from one spot to the other, too fast for the normal eye to see…
"Well, here we go again for the fourth time…"
Junior leaned against the bar as he watched the match go on from the hologram, a wet glass he started to dry off in his hands. Sitting behind him were Melanie and Miltiades Malachite, who-with due respect-were not interested in the fight whatsoever.
In fact, the Malachite twins were bored out of their minds.
Typically, the two of them would be on the floor, engaging in their nightly partying, dancing, and drinking. Unfortunately, there were times when Junior had problems that sometimes even he couldn't deal with alone or with his henchmen. Hence, they would have to stay at the bar or as close to it as much as possible, which is why they were sitting at the bar tonight instead of their usual fun.
What made it worse? The problem in question was none other than Yang Xiao Long-sitting just a few stools away from them and reading an old book-who ended up beating the two of them and sent Junior flying through a window.
Speaking of Junior. "You gonna order something, blondie…"
Yang looked up at Junior, who stood behind the bar with his head resting on his hand. "...And what's with the fucking book, it's not like this place is a library."
Yang sighed as a soft grin spread across her face. "A: I don't have enough money to order anything from you, and B: Libraries are boring…"
Junior snorted "I can understand that, but my bar of all places…"
"Well...it's the only place that I could think of...and I just can't head back to...head back to Beacon."
The two went silent as Yang started to stare nowhere in particular.
Usually Yang and Junior would bicker and argue over certain things that typically involved Yang not ordering something, using the bar for something else and holding up business as a result, occasionally ordering something and not paying for it…
But there would be occasions where she would mention...things related to her past. Her sister, Beacon Academy, Team RWBY, someone named Blake Belladonna-she would mention these sort of things, then just...stop...like she didn't want to continue.
Junior didn't have any siblings, but he could tell that if he did, he'd beat the living shit out of anyone who wanted to harm them. With the loss of her sister (who he met while laying on the ground from being punched out a window), he guessed that Yang just...couldn't anymore-beaten down and broken to where she just gave up on the idea of fighting people.
She still knocked out some poor sods teeth for messing with her hair, but that was completely different.
She gave up, shattered, and effectively tried to piece herself back together as best as she could, and she did it by trying to repress memories of her sister...which she did now, when she finally returned back to her chipper self.
"Yeah...I don't really have anywhere else to go, so…" She rubbed the back of her head and started laughing meekly. Junior stared at her with a furrowed eyebrow, then sighed as his head fell down.
"Fine...what the hell is the book about anyway?"
Yang sported a cheeky grin as she started reading the book again. "Nothing you'll care about, so why should I tell you?"
"Because if you don't I'll start complaining about you not ordering anything again…"
Yang rolled her eyes. "Alright then...it's called "The Tale of the Hero and the Life-Eater."
Junior blinked as confusion spread across his face. Yang simply continued reading, satisfied with Junior being stumped into silence...somewhat.
"So why are you reading it?"
"Oh, not much. Just got it because I heard there would be a grand adventure if I-"
She stopped mid sentence before bringing the book closer to her face. Junior noticed her eyes were bouncing back and forth rapidly, indicating that she had to re-read whatever she had just read.
After a minute, Yang put the book onto the bar, staring at it intently. Her hands were on the bar, and Junior could see that she was gripping it tightly-to the point where it was starting to be crushed by her strength.
"Blondie?" She didn't respond, still in shock.
"Hey, blondie…"
He snapped his fingers near her face, but she still didn't respond. It was like the book had hypnotized her to the point that she shut out everything around her.
"Oi, BLONDIE!"
This time he slammed his fist down on the bar in front of her, causing her to flinch back to reality. She blinked at Junior, then glanced at the twins before turning back to him.
Then she did the strangest thing...she started laughing.
"Yep, you're going crazy…"
She tried to regain control of herself, her laughter impeding her speaking. Junior could only make out the words as she continued laughing.
"So-Sorry, I C-Couldn't help myself. I-I just found something...something in the book w-was all-pffthahaha!"
She laughed, and laughed, and laughed-laughing for a full five minutes. When she finally started calming down, she took a deep breath and grinned at him.
"Sorry, I'm gonna leave now, I found what I needed to find. I'll see you next time…"
She got up and made her way for the door. Junior had half a mind to stop her and make her pay for the twenty one times she "forgot" to pay for her drinks. But considering that was the most bizarre thing she saw from the girl, decided against it.
As the blonde girl left, the twins watched her with narrowed eyes. When she was out of hearing range, Melanie turned to her sister. "Hey Miltiades, you think we should go and beat her up for simply presenting herself in our favorite place."
"And risk having to deal with her beating us again, I'll take my chances on the dance floor…"
"Whatever…" the twins turned to Junior, who was still looking in her direction. "Can we go back to having fun, Junior?"
Junior stayed silent for a minute, before turning back to the bar. "Yeah, yeah-go piss around wherever you usually do."
The Malachite twins nodded, before walking away from the counter. Junior grabbed a glass, put a simple beer in, and drank it in one sitting-all the while muttering about blondes not paying and other small annoyances throughout the day…
As Yang exited the club, the large grin that was plastered on his face now turned slowly into a frown. By the time she was outside, it was now a complete scowl.
She looked up at the broken moon in the sky above. Usually it was a typical pallid white. Tonight it was turning to a blood red.
As she looked at the lunar object, she started remembering what the book said, the implications behind it, and where it ultimately led: Beacon Academy.
"Life-Eater, huh?"
The moon was high in the night sky, shinning in a bizarre spectacle of sanguine.
It was rather fitting among the old ruins of Beacon, slowly falling apart and decaying with each passing day. Even if it didn't glow red, the blood red moon added a good hint of eeriness to it all.
It was here-in the once beautiful courtyard of Beacon Academy-that a disturbing scene was unfolding.
Usually, when Grimm are killed they dissipate, becoming nothing where they were once something.
They never bled, they never decayed-they always simply faded away...this was not the case here.
The bodies of Grimm were strewn across the ground, their limbs spread out and separated from their torsos, and their carcasses filled with bullet holes. Around twenty of them-from Beowolves to Ursa to Boarbatusk-laid on the ground dead and in pieces. Surrounding them were large puddles of blood, which poured from their wounds relentlessly till their bodies finally ran out of the red liquid.
At the center of this gory massacre kneeled a young woman, scarred, beaten, and breathing heavily.
Her outfit was a black blouse, skirt, and boots with red trimmings and black leggings, torn and frayed in multiple areas. Around her waist was a large grey belt holding a pouch and large cartridges, a silver, blood-stained rose symbol adorning it. Around her neck-attached by cross shaped pins-was a red cloak, tattered around the edges of the cape and hood.
Though hidden under her hood, many would see someone of a pale complexion, with reddish-black hair that was lopsided. Most notable of all were her eyes...a striking silver in color...
...Eyes that narrowed in pain. She was cut and scarred over her entire body, blood seeping through the wounds and congesting with that of the "monsters" around her.
She looked around at the carnage before her, almost wanting to puke. Her breaths were ragged as her body convulsed in agony.
It kept happening, getting worse, and worse, and worse, and worse...and continued growing worse, even as she noticed something bizarre.
The blood she was kneeling in started...gathering around her, getting closer and closer until there was almost none of the red liquid on the ground. Then it started rising up to her wounds slowly, going up her arms and through her clothes. When they reached the torn flesh, it started entering her insides through the cut at a disturbingly quick rate. When it all disappeared, her wounds started to heal-not just start scabbing the wound over, but knitting the flesh back together-quickly enough that as she started to stand up, she was completely fine. The only sign that she had been in a fight being the bodies of the monsters and her torn clothes, which were otherwise fine.
She stood staring at the bodies of dead creatures, gripping her head in the process. They seemed so familiar, yet she could barely remember what they were and what she called them. She didn't even know if they were of the same species...all she knew was that if they attacked her, she should kill it by any means possible.
Both her hands moved to her head now as her grip got tighter. Her breathing got heavier and sweat started falling down her head more and more…
...When she thought about it, she couldn't remember anything. She couldn't remember her past, she couldn't remember how she knew how to use the scythe in her hands, she couldn't remember how she got where she was or where it even was at. She couldn't even remember what her name was…
…
...Wait, she did remember her name. It was faint...but distinctive nonetheless…
"...My name...my name is Ruby Rose…"
...Ruby Rose was dead...or so it was thought.
Now four years later, after the disaster that destroyed Beacon Academy. Ruby Rose is alive-fighting for her life, suffering amnesia, and with disturbing new quirks that she has no idea about…
...One thing is certain...Ruby Rose is back...for better or worse…
...A curtain rises, and a new journey reveals itself. One bathed in the blood of monsters, humans, and "others." It could lead to disaster, redemption, happiness...or much worse...however…
A rose has finally bloomed...and must Never Wilt...for hell will descend, and the Remnants of previous worlds will be annihilated.
"Scatter, young Rose...scatter and Never Wilt."
Never Wilt: The Life-Eater:
Prologue.
Ladies and gentlemen, My name is CrazeStasis, and welcome to the tale of the Life-Eater...NOPE, can't do it, can't stay serious for five minutes!
So yes, I'm again starting another fan fic. I know, I'm terrible, but I can't help myself, you get new ideas and you want to write them down and share them even if you already have other ideas...I CAN'T HELP MYSELF!
So essentially what happened was that I explored the internet through most of a day (who doesn't these days) when I ended up watching a few videos, visiting the TVTropes page, and reading a RWBY fic that did a crossover with Bloodborne...and some ideas maybe seeped into my head at the time.
Let me say this about me, I love two exact kind of things: adventure, and mind-fuckery. I've gotten The Call of Cthulhu from a nearby bookstore and read a few stories, I watched Neon Genesis Evangelion (I never really watch any "mecha" anime) halfly because it screwed with your mind, and something tells me I would really like Metal Gear Solid 2 (and hate it at the same time...I'm weird like that) for the exact same reason. So yes, I do intend to write a story that includes several instances of adventure and utter mind-fuckery...I hope I do good.
Yes, the fic also has inspiration from Bloodborne, but this story is NOT a crossover this time. No characters from other series are going to appear, this is primarily gonna take place in the RWBY-verse, and that's about as much as I'll tell you about for right now.
With that all out of the way...PLEASE REVIEW! did I do a good job, a terrible job. Did I fuck up on some grammar, tell me what parts are weak, which ones are strong, I NEED TO KNOW THESE THINGS!
Other than reviews, you can favorite or follow the story if you want to. Either one of those (or both) are very much appreciated (seriously, when I see either on my story page, I start to jump up and down with pure joy).
Now, on the state of my other fanfics (Amaranth and Strange Xenoverse), I'm still not dead with Amaranth and do plan to continue that series, I just need to get started on research is all (I've both been busy generating new ideas and with some housework). Strange Xenoverse, on the other hand is...well, I don't know. I may end up abandoning it, I had a good idea, but I don't know if I can follow it up properly...so yeah, currently up in the air folks.
Now, for a classic CrazeStasis move here...SHAMELESS SELF PROMOTION: Visit my Youtube Channel CrazeStasis for video game let's play videos, I'd really appreciate it!
And with that, I bid you all ado, See you next chapter!
Next Chapter: Reunion's.
For Fun, Fedora's, and Insanity...PEACE!