"But You're From a Show!"
Author Notes
This is my first fanfiction writing in years on here, but I lost interest. I would like criticism and would gladly enjoy if someone who liked the idea would like to help co-write. I had this idea from a small greentext I can't find. The idea was that in another universe, team RWBY watches a show just like our RWBY, but with four guys instead and the antics of you, the protagonist, keep them happy, sane, and connected. Like Weiss staying sane with your antics because her title isolates her from everyone or how Blake write fanfiction about you and your partner. This inspired me to write this and I'd hate to see another idea die out. It will be a self-insert, but I will do everything in my power to not make it a Gary-Stue. I REFUSE IT. Anyway, enough chatter. Let's begin!
"Welp, that's future Griffin's problem now."
Weiss Schnee chuckled to herself as her favorite show's closing music ended on her scroll. She had wanted to finish the latest episode before she began to prepare for leave for Beacon tomorrow. She loved the antics of the four huntsmen as they tried to survive both Grimm and teenage antics. She was introduced to the online animated series, Gunmetal, or GNML for short, around the age of fourteen, during a low period of her life. Being the Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company had it's benefits, but not without it's drawbacks. It had isolated her from real meaningful relationships, being judged for past actions of others and wanted for money and power rather than a person. Not even some family were safe from such a curse, such as her father.
"Miss Schnee, did want any help in preparing for tomorrow?"
Weiss turned to Klein, her favorite butler. The slightly portly man had his hands behind his back, as usual, with his cheerful grin. He had introduced the show, in an attempt to help cheer her up. It had worked somewhat. She would never tell about it and he would never say it, but he knew about the occasional crying to sleep Weiss would perform. It had become better from the nearly every night it had been three years back.
"I am fine, Klein. Thank you."
Klein's smile wavered for just a moment. He knew that she wasn't truly fine, but it wasn't his position to push it. He simply nodded and walked off. Weiss began to pack. She had worked for years to get to where she was and she wouldn't let a thing stop her. She had prepared the dust required ahead of time and would be transported at the same time as her arrival to Beacon. She had yet to finish her personals. She began folding clothes, shoes, her favorite combat skirt, and…
Where was it?!
Weiss rushed around the room. Where was Myrtenaster?! She shifted papers, weapons designs, maintenance tools, books, and anything that could hide her blade. She used a glyph to levitate her bed to check under it. How could she lose her weapon? What a dunce she was. How could she show her face at Beacon if she lost her blade.
"Looking for this?"
Weiss's self-deprecating thought process was interrupted by the older Schnee daughter. She stood in her regular combat uniform, holding Myrtenaster carefully by the blade, pointing it at Weiss. Winter's face held a sly grin, an unusual look compared to her more common face, used for public meetings or acting with superiors. Weiss took the blade with vigor, and meticulously began looking over the blade, for damage or any out of place pieces.
"Are you going to put your bed down, Weiss?"
Weiss looked over at her bed, still held aloft with a glyph. Weiss put the bed down carefully, becoming very sheepish looking on the inside.
"Thank you, Winter. May I ask where I had left it foolishly?"
"The training room. Would you believe it?"
Weiss literally face palmed. Of course, the training room. How did she forget that?
"I know you're stressed, Weiss. I know that would be the only reason you'd misplace your weapon. I know I was when I had headed off to the Atlas Academy."
Winter began to walk away, before stopping. She looked to her sister once more.
"You've worked hard, Weiss. You have nothing to worry about at Beacon. I have no doubts you will succeed."
Weiss smiled as Winter walked away. She moved over to her workbench and started general maintenance of the blade and the cylinder. If not performed regularly, the cylinder could lock up or the dust could not properly flow through the weapon. Both were dangerous in combat if they were to happen. As she started, Weiss eyed her scroll. Perhaps, another viewing of the latest episode.
