I do not in any way, shape or form own RWBY; That would be Rooster Teeth, Monty Oum (may he rest in peace) and all those who worked on it, with that said, welcome.
There are many worlds, many stories, many possibilities.
This is just one of them, of a man who, mostly by accident, crossed a dimensional barrier
With the sound of thunder and the sky opening, our story begins like many others
With a fall…..
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UNKNOWN LOCATION
5 MIN SINCE DIMENSIONAL DISPLACEMENT
9:00 AM EARTH TIME
AHHHHHHHHHH!"
It was night when the creatures within the forest heard the sound and looked up when part of the sky opened letting in the two beings, one who was screaming
One looked like a bear but dark as night with a distinctive bone white mask and red eyes on its face, the other looked to be a human male in his late teens.
Both were fighting as they were falling down terminal velocity, the creature slashing at the man and trying to bite him, whilst he was slashing at it with his two handed sword and shooting at it with what seemed to be a pistol, nether noticed that the ground was getting closer and closer.
"Why won't you die, you stupid, WANNA BE. YOGI. FUCK, JUST DIE!"
The man screamed as he finally was able to stab it through where he hoped the heart was and it went limp, its eyes dulling out, just as he was gloating his victory….
"HAHAHHAHA, how'd you like that you stupid bear….. Oh fuck."
He just now noticed that they were falling into some woods of some other place and started to formulate a plan, not really noticing that the bear underneath him was dissolving.
"Ok think, well there's an idea, not that it would probably work given the….. Shut Up! Okay ill just use yogi here to cushion my fall, it will still hurt but it would be a hell of a lot better than splattering on the gr…. Oh come on!"
Having just now noticed that it dissolved completely, also having the side effect of dropping his sword into the forestry green due to it still being impaled on it, he realized just how fucked he was.
"Oh fuck me, this is how I die?! 'A.R. 199X – 201X Death by literally falling into another dimension' fucking grand! This is sooo much bull I wish I coul- Ow, what th…"
Just now a pain in his left hand made itself noticed, giving him a sliver of hope.
"How did I forget that?!, ok"
He up righted himself so that he was going feet first, looked around and saw what looked like a Cliffside and pointed his hand at it.
"Let's hope this works!"
In the blink of an eye he found himself right on a small edge on the cliff breathing a sigh of relief , only to nearly stumble of it and place himself better on it and up right himself, he holstered his pistol, a customized M1911A1, Two Toned (Parkerized frame/Blued slide), cocking serrations on the front and back, a threaded barrel (matte chrome) extended controls (slide release, thumb safety (matte chrome)), extended mag release (matte chrome), beleveled mag well, front and back grip steppings , 3 dot combat sights with a raised front sight (matte black), skeleton hammer and trigger (matte chrome); on his thigh holster and prepared for the long descent down it, but not before peppering some curses as he made his way down.
….and that's the last time I ever help Doc with, well anything really."
Having finally made his way down to solid ground A.R. took a breather slid down into a sitting position and for a few seconds basking on the light of the moon which showed much more clearly his features.
He had a round kinda chubby like face that was thinning out revealing a heavy set jaw, a downwards pointed nose, slightly big on the nostril area, a beard growing around his mouth and jaw, it was a light brown the same color as his hair, cut to a near buzz cut but still stood slightly upwards; probably to complement his eyes which where a dark, almost black, brown hidden behind a pair of black square rimmed glasses, the area under his eyes looked gray, exhausted almost like he hasn't been sleeping well.
His face had the odd scars places both old and new, the old ones were on his left cheek and upper and lower left lip; the fresh additions being that the right side of his face, up to his ears; had 3 slashes, freshly made by… whatever the fuck that bear thing was, thank god for last minute dodges or that would have taken his head clean off, they were on the process of healing out however. his arms and lower left side of his abdomen had fresh scars courtesy from Smokey the fucker aswell, thankfully they were already healing over.
He was also wearing an Olive Green 60's era millitary jacket with patches on the sleeves, on the left arm he had a sargeant patch and above that a red, white and red flag; on the right one it had what looked like a red sword with a litteral cross shaped hilt imbedded into a skull with two wings on the sides, one angelic, one demonic, with the Latin for "no savior no hero" written under it; with a gray hoodie and black t-shirt underneath , a chain necklace with two little trinkets or "lucky charms" of sorts, the first was a small dog tag with what looked like a dragon in an s shape, the second one which he wore to the right and on top of the first one was a half a silver heart, which he was supposed to give to his first born, but just wore them both because he liked the look of it ,a pair of dark blue loose cargo pants with a thigh holster on his right attached to a belt with some ammo pouches and Black/Dark Brown work boots.
His clothes, especially the jacket, had some tears, both old and new (thanks bear); and some areas where patched up, the sleeves and lower left received the worst of it but were not in tatters, just some extra cloth of the same type and a bit of sewing and it would be good as new, even the hoodie could be fixed, they would be missing a few pockets sure, but they could be fixed; unfortunately the same could not be said about his T-shirt, he liked that shirt.
His clothes where essentially armored, some form of Kevlar woven into them and some flexible armor plating placed on his arms, fore arms, chest and abdomen, thighs and lower legs, made to look similar to the rest of his clothes as to not attract to much attention, they were supposed to be both bulletproof to low caliber (up to 45. ACP) and stab and slash proof, Doc said "With the life you've lived, well , you are probably gonna need this", well so much for melee proof given that bear tore pretty easily through it like tissue paper.
He looked up at the anomaly that dropped him here in the first place; it had a digital light blue hue to it like he just came through the internet or something. It was almost beautiful to look at.
"I swear I'm gonna kill Doc if this ends up being another one those bad future, present… whatever the fuck that was (sigh) ok so what now?" he asked as he rubbed the stubble on his chin, trying to ignore the pain that was still flowing through from the wounds as he then saw something fall from the hole in the sky just before it closed.
"Shit! That was my ticket out of here and it's gone!" he screamed as he got up "and what the hell was that thing that fe.."
He was interrupted by a message on his phone, he grabed it, it was an old white smartphone on a black carcass that seemed to survive as much shit as he did, it was as he would call it a "though bastard".
He looked to see that he had a new message from the Unit for Dimensional Emergency Displacement, or UDED for short, great acronym am I right?
"Nice job on the acronym Doc, real fucking encouraging."
"Yes it's certainly encouraging!"
That gave A.R. a headache as he heard a familiar voice speak ,if slightly further away than it did before.
"The fuck!? Caim?"
"The one and only, hey quick question did you forget that you dropped me?"
"Wait wa… oh right you fell off the bear when it disintegrated"
"So you did and you haven't come for me, well good luck out there with all these beings I'm sensing around you"
"Look I'm gonna go pick you up, I just need to get my bearings and.. wait what did you mean beings around me?"
"Well with me being far from you I'm sensing a few things could be squirrels or could be wolves, just look with your second vision and you will see."
And so he did, his left hand partially glowing with a strange mark, eyes glowing purple, his left eye specially, and he saw them. Wolves just waiting for their chance to come and eat his flesh, but they felt different as if there was something coming out of them, something evil.
"Well kid good luck with that, I'll be waiting for you or for your next successor in wielding me, bye."
Not changing his vision he dropped his phone, pulled out his handgun and pulled the trigger at the first wolf he saw, causing the others to jump out and strike.
He dodged the first few blows and fired some rounds into them "Fire, Reload, Fire, Fire, Fire, Reload, Keep one on the chamber" he reminded himself as he dropped one mag and changing it for another.
He managed to put some down, double tapping some to stay down if he could, but of course some got him, tearing up his armored clothes a bit more, leaving even more scratches, one even attempted to bite him but he was able to punch it into a tree and try to focus on the rest.
He was running low, few rounds in the gun and just two mags left, then one jumped behind him, making him drop the gun which skittered over the place of into the woods also knocking off his glasses in another direction.
"Ok, Now I'm Angry!" he said, as he elbowed it off him and as it jumped at him grabbed the wolf's head, head butted its snout, snapped its neck and threw away the corpse.
Digging into one of his pockets he pulled out a switchblade and essentially invited the rest of the pack to come after him.
They jumped at him, he grabbed the first that jumped at him and stabbed it in the stomach and ripping the blade downward killing it, but was pounced upon the the next member of that pack, dropping the dead wolf he tried to hold the other's jaw open so he could shove the knife in its throat, but it nearly bit off his fingers so he settled for kicking it and stabbing it while it was down and didn't get up.
The last pack member slowly circled around the injured but still standing human as it tried to think of a way out to kill him when suddenly; he jumped at the wolf tackling it and stabbed it in its throat as it bit his arm trying to escape its inevitable doom.
A.R. just pried off the wolf's jaws of his left arm and got up, his injuries worse than before though a little voice in his head said "that was fun" but he dismissed it and went to grab his gun and holster it, then grab his glasses and put them on before picking up the phone that was on the ground.
It had a message, which simply said "EMERGENCY SURVIVAL PACK HAS BEEN SENT TO YOUR LOCATION, PLEASE PROCEED TO THE FOLLOWING DESTINATION AS TO OBTAIN THE ESP BEFORE ANY: LOOTERS, SCOUNDRELS, AND OTHER INDESIRABLE SHO….."
He tuned out the rest of the message, already getting the gist of it; get there first before anyone else who tries to steal it.
"Ok, I should probably get that pack before anymore of those things show up and try to kill me and… what the fuck am I looking at?"
The coordinates where he would find the survival pack read X: 9438u572324nr, Y: 29wujeudsbf29wsd
"What the fuck? Ah screw it, here's hoping that the ESP has a working tracker" he proceeded to activate an app on his phone. The screen turned into something like the motion tracker from Aliens and tapped the screen hoping to get a pin, he got one, to his north east for about 1000m or like a tenth of a kilometer if what he remembered from his math class was correct, but ether way he was walking.
Just before moving he checked what he had; "ok I spent a most of my stuff on that bear and those wolves but let's see what I've got left." He pulled out his gun and pulled back the slide just long enough to see a gleaming 45. ACP round in there "ok that's good", he then pulled the magazine out and checked the ammo "1 in the chamber, 5 in the mag, I'm going to need a few more rounds" he proceeded to replace the 5 round mag with one of the only two full he had left, the switchblade had remained lodged on the wolf's throat but he went and picked it up "Crap, blade's chipped" he tried prickling himself to see if it could cut, it drew blood "ok looks like I can still use you for a while" he said as he started to rub the finger he stabbed with it, looking through his pockets he found his Zippo lighter (checked it, it worked for once) and a pack of lucky strikes still mostly full.
"Not gonna be of much help but it will have to do".
He picked up the empty and relatively full mags scattered on the ground and put them on his pouches and pockets, figuring it would be better to just carry his own stuff than leaving it there, leaving him with only one full magazine.
"Alright this is all I've got now but if I can make it to the pack I and get somewhere safe I should at least last the night."
"Don't forget about me"
"Ok I'll get you, where are you by the way?"
"Look to your left, also you might want to turn off your second sight"
"Wait wha….?" He then noticed that the world was still a dark sort of purple and saw what looked like a red spot on a few miles from here so he turned off his second sight of sorts and went back to normal vision but as he walked away he noticed something about the wolves.
They were dissolving, like the bear when he first got here and it looked like they had masks of some sort, bone white.
"maybe it's the blood loss getting to me".
So he ran into the direction where he first saw the red spot with his phone on his pocket and still holding on to the 1911, ready for anything.
When he finally arrived, he had noticed two things, 1) it was oddly quiet 2) he hadn't seen any animal go after him or ambushing him or anything, putting it as a stroke of good luck he holstered his pistol, and picked up the sword on the ground.
It was crimson red, with a hand guard and hilt made to resemble one of those crosses you would see on the cemetery, with what looked like a fang in place of a pommel and worn brown leather on the grip.
"Took you long enough." The voice in the sword said, "Man you look like shit."
He did look even worse, with a couple of extra scars here and there and his jacket missing the lower left sleeve, revealing what looked like a bite mark on and some blood on the tattered hoodie underneath, his right side sleeve, was missing up until the patch there leaving him in what was essentially a tattered vest over an even more tattered hoodie, both of his arms where covered in blood, whether it was his or the wolves neither asked, and his pants, well the left cargo pocket was gone leaving a few tattered strips of cloth, there were cuts on both legs but not damaging enough to not let him walk.
"Well, I'm at least feeling slightly better", he said to the sword as his wounds where healing, just not as fast as he would like it.
"Well you don't look like it, and we can't have you dying right so, head for the survival pack and find somewhere to rest, oh but before you do that, mind looking up?"
"What are you talking a….? Holy shit."
He looked up to the sky and for once he was amazed, at what he saw.
"Holy… the moon it's.. It's cracked, how the fuck does that happen and how does that work, Wait did it cracking kill everyone?! And and…. Would that mean that those things came from there?! And why does it look like Pac man trying to eat a pizza?"
"Don't know, Don't Care, just find the pack and get somewhere safe"
"Fine."
"So that message?"
"Huh?"
They had been walking for a while, him holding on to his sword, pistol still holstered, while using the phone in his left hand to track the survival pack, when he suddenly asked about the message, specifically.
"The Acronym, the one on the message."
"UDED?"
"Yeah, that one what does it stand for?"
"It stands for 'Unit for Dimensional Emergency Displacement'; I would have figured you would know this? What with the whole mind link thing we have going on."
"Just because I can read your thoughts does not mean I do it all the time, plus I would have figured that after ´Blue Unit' you wouldn't be part of anymore units?"
"Well, it's really more something doc cooked up since he first made the 'Stargate', you know after I ended up going through all that shit and getting you? Well ever since that incident, he's made himself a bit of a profit getting people in and out of universes, all under hand of course; but made the UDED incase ether him, me, Angie or anyone else we know from our world gets sucked into another one… oh shit Angie!"
He dropped his phone and face palmed immediately as he remembered another person from his earth, a young woman with light purple hair and a pair of small wings on her back, he leaned on one of the trees and started to have an anxiety attack
"Fuck! What if while I'm gone, those Nolsec bastards got through and are trying to get her!? Or if she just went after me but ended up in another world, fuck!"
He kept screaming that word for a good few minutes as the panic was getting the better of him. Caim however wasn't focusing on the screaming man but instead on the things that where surrounding them, he noticed something odd, they had a malicious feel to them, almost nothing but anger, finally he noticed that it was looking it at them, or more specifically the guy currently freaking out right next to them.
"Kid?"
He asked but he got no response, so he asked more forcefully.
"KID!"
That got his attention.
"Kid, listen to me, Remember, Angelus is a lot tougher than what she seems, remember all that shit that happened back home? Plus she has Doc with her who, while not the best fighter, has a few toys he would really like to use on anyone who would try to touch her, plus he wouldn't let her near the Gate if something fucked up, hell they are probably coming up with a plan right now to get you back."
"But what if I'm stuck here for years? I won't see my friends again."
"Kid, how long was the last time you were stuck in an alternate world?"
"About three months, your point?"
"And how long was it from their perspective?"
"Three hours."
That got his hopes up, as he started to stand up from the tree.
"Exactly, by now they have probably come up with a rescue plan and all we have to do is wait and survive, got it?"
"Ok, I think I got it, just wait for a few days and survive right?"
He took a deep shuddering breath as he calmed himself down
"Right; oh and one more thing."
"What?"
"There's a few of those things surrounding you, so you might want to run, like NOW!"
With one last curse word spoken; he looked at his phone, showing that he was a lot closer now than before, and made a sprint towards the bag.
"Oh, come on, really?"
He found the one strap backpack hanging of a branch in a tree, at this point not even caring all that much anymore; not to mention the animals nipping at his heels, he ran up to it, jumped and started to climb it. Having never been good at climbing trees it took him great effort to just keep himself balanced on the tree, once he got the hang of it he proceeded to try and balance himself on the branch bellow the one that had the bag. He almost fell a few times but was able to hold on long enough to pull himself up and retrieve the backpack, now how to get it off that branch?
"You could cut it, you know."
So he held the bag with one hand and cut the branch with the other. Unfortunately it seemed gravity had other intentions and the branch fell, taking both the backpack and A.R. with it crashing into the ground, the sword followed soon after, landing juuust close enough to almost cut off his hand.
"Man, fuck gravity."
He stood up shaking and grabbed the bag, it was a one strap bag with a holster on for his sword, it was lightly customized, with some pins and a bit of a paint job on the sides that looked like fire. After strapping it to his back (and giving him a bit of pain on his left side and arms) he looked to see yet another pack of wolves, and yes these had white masks and red eyes, alongside another bear.
Not putting much thought out and just figuring 'fuck it', he grabbed the sword from behind him and slashed at the first wolf who tried to jump him cutting him clean in half, then slashing at the empty air as a sort of threat against them, which of course didn't work. One jumped at him trying to slash at him while another tried to tackle him, he dodged the first one but the second one got him and tried to maul him but he put the sword's blade on his mouth holding him back, as the other one started getting up, quickly he kicked the wolf of him and stabbed it through its neck, and before the next one got up he lunged at it, blade first, stabbing it through its heart, as it howled its last breath away, the bear decided to attack running at him poised to strike.
"OK, Enough of this bullshit"
His left hand started to glow, it only hampered by the blood soaked glove he was wearing and within the blink of an eye he was behind it, sword drawn as if he had slashed something, a faint blue flame on the blade that was fading away, suddenly the bear split horizontally in two, falling dead on the grass.
.
.
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"Ok, that was pretty fucking cool.., hey kid you ok?"
"Oh yeah, right as fucking rain." He lied through his teeth; he was feeling very exhausted, the constant attacks, the blood loss, the amount of things that wanted him dead "who knew that forestry would want you dead this badly, huh Al", it was all getting to him, but he had to survive if he wanted to make it home and yet part of him was feeling better, not enough to make much of a difference but enough to be noticeable.
He swiped the blood of his sword and holstered it on his back , he started looking for a place to rest, figuring that staying on the ground would not be a good idea, he pointed his hand up on a tree branch and blinked to it, he proceeded to do this for a while before getting too exhausted to continue, luckily he found what looked like some ruins and decided to make camp there, he picked up some leaves and branches and went up to a wall, dropping the branches he leaned and slid down the wall on the floor.
He lit a fire place with the leaves, sticks and his zippo, feeling warmth for the first time since getting here.
Then he decided to check his pack to see what was on it, he was a bit exited, and confused to say the least about the contents
"Let's see here; ok, 4 bottles of water and a canteen *rattle*a full one, 2 boxes of 45. ACP ammo with 48 rounds each , some 1911 magazine, 2 sets of clothes, ok; about 3 MRE's and 2 more boxes of ammo, 12 gauge buckshot to be precise(why?), 12 each, oh hey, my screwdriver!, A journal' sure why not', a calculator, some pens, pencils, erasers, a sharpener, 3 First aid kits (thank god) with pain killers, enough anxiety pills for at least a couple of months, my flashlight with 20 AAA batteries and…. Wait what?"
He then proceeded to pull out a shotgun from the messenger bag, a Remington 870 with a shell rack attached to the reciever, a tactical flashlight attachment on the pump, a breaching muzzle break attached to the end of the barrel, with a molded pistol grip instead of the usual stock, a heat shield on the barrel, ghost ring sights (rear sights on the receiver, front one on the end near the muzzle break) and a 4 shell magazine tube, a sling, with another shell holster attached to it; attached to the tube's end cap and the bottom of the grip; the receiver and heat shield were dull gray, the inner workings where colored a matte chrome, while the barrel, mag tube and sights were a matte black color, with the sights having 3 Green luminescent dots for ease of aiming and the pistol grip and pump were synthetic and colored a dark gray.
"ok, so anything else, 2 boxes of 357. Magnum ammo, 24 each and 2 boxes of 44. Magnum, 12 each and.. I'm soooo going to ask Doc how he fit all that in this."
There were 2 revolvers, both were Smith and Wesson, the 357 was a 4 inch Model 19, with black combat rubber grips, a custom ported barrel, raised front sight with part of the rear cylinder plate removed to show the bullet inside, so to see if he had any ammo left, the second one was a Model 29 chambered in 44., with a 6 inch barrel and standard wooden grips, really the only customizations he made were to remove part of the rear cylinder plate so as to see how much ammo he had left and added glowing sights, both revolvers were blued.
the bag also contained each of their respective holsters, a hip one for the Model 19 and a shoulder one for the Model 29 with both having small bandoliers and pouches for his ammo.
"That's a lot of stuff for one bag."
"Well that's doc for you" A.R. said as he reached for one of the bottles of water and a first aid kit.
He removed his clothes which had become bloody and sticky, and started to clean himself putting special attention to his wounds, the areas where there was the most blood and started patching himself off, by the time he was done, his chest was covered in bandageds on top of bandages and so were his wrists and arms, the scar on the side of his face was covered with some bandages and sterilestrip, his smaller wounds too, leaving him as a bandage covered mess, by the time he was done he had gone through; 2 bottles of water, 2 bottles of alcohol and 1 of antiseptic believe it or not, He popped a couple of pain killers.
He changed his outfit, now wearing a pair of loose dark blue jeans with his boots and the M-19 holster on cross draw, grip facing forward, opposite of his 1911, on his torso, a light-ish blue t-shirt with a white tombstone with "SKULL SHIRT" written on it and swords emblazoned it as well, plus his M-29 Holster under a large beige jacket with a removable hood with a black sword with wings on either side on the back, attached to it was a wierd flexible metalical thing on the left shoulder, it also had a black and red NASA patch on the left side and a fox , also black and red, on his right, a small pocket with an autobot symbol on it (also black and red) on the left sleeve, he still wore some of the pins from his old jacket and his "broken heart dragon" necklace, he grabbed some fingerless gloves, these ones more tactical looking and put on the right one leaving the other glove hanging from a hook on his belt., his left hand still bandaged and his watch on his pocket, all of his clothes were still armored.
He checked his ammo and loaded a few magazines, his pistol as well as the shotgun and the revolvers, put some in the bandoliers and pouches. And put the switchblade in his pocket, taking his wallet and keys from his tattered clothes and putting them inside his jacket's inner pocket.
As he was putting a few of the empty magazines, his bloody/dirty clothes and whatever else was other than the canteen, an MRE and the aluminum flashlight with some AAA batteries, inside the bag he found a pair of headphones, took them, left the other stuff in there and zipped up the bag, he removed the sling's shell holster and placed it on the bag's strap, and then slung it over his shoulder, Caim still attached to it.
Now in front of the now dying fire place he put on the headphones, more especificaly just the left one leavin the right one behind his ear, and connected them to his phone to listen to something other than the woods and the growling in the forest, placed the flashlight on the mag strip on his left shoulder (another Doc additon) and waited for something to come out and try to get him only to get a face full of buckshot.
"You should rest, you know that right?"
"What are you talking about I'm perfectly fine" he said in a voice that was getting close to a yawn.
"You look like you are half way dead and in no condition to fight, look just let me handle first watch and I'll wake you up if shit goes wrong"
"Wait how will you…"
"I can sense these things, remember?"
"Oh, ok bu… you know what I'm fine with that, just wake me up if shit goes down ok"
"Don't worry boss" it said on a slightly sarcastic tone.
"Yeah, yeah."
A.R. set himself up, still leaning on the wall but now on a sitting position, shotgun at the ready just in case and put up his phone to listen to something before sleeping.
"Yeah, this I'll work."
He pocketed his phone and waited for sleep to overtake him as he listened to the song currently playing
Cowboy Bebop OST 2 "No Disc": Elm.
A/N:
So, weird place to put this huh.
Welcome to my first story, if it continues anyway. I know there are many questions and yes I will answer them, but that's going to be a while from now so, hope you enjoyed this little beginning and see you all next time.
Edit: I changed a few things, moved some around and even removed them.
Edit 2: changed some things again, lines "like this" indicate character thoughts. "lines like this." indicate that Caim is talking, "Lines like these" indicate stuff like radio transmissions or TV Broadcasting, stuff like that ok hope that might clear up anything.
Edit 3: Ok i added a lot of descriptions for a lot of ítems, ill try to not do this on the future.
Don't forget to leave reviews, trust me they will be of great help, just keep it civil guys.
-MrRomAD