May I interest you for another gamer fanfic story my good chap? No? Aww.
But to be serious, HELLO PEOPLE OF THE INTERNET!
Yes, you may not know about me; i'm just a random rwby fan guy who just wanted to write. Not expecting this to be popular and all those dream but still, I came here to write nonetheless. Or type or whatever you prefer.
For those of you who have read the other story (The crappier version of this), which I would delete soon, keep in mind that this a bit different. And for the same people who wave read the other one,
(pyrrha's voice )i'm sorry, deletion was necessary 'cause it's now officially abandoned.
So without further ad-
BTW this is a challenge by Hatedgrimm, "The hunted". I recommend you reading it. It's not a story, it's more of a oneshot (He/she never updated the story) with the challenge and regulations written inside.
So without further ad-
The show RWBY ain't mine, it is owned my monty oum (may his soul rest in piece) and his associates!
*cough*
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So without further ad-
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Thoughts / 'thoughts'
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[Game text]
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CHAP START!
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Fear
To accurately describe the very definition from a personal experience, which is his, or mostly everyone who ain't stupid; our natural sense of detecting danger, threat, and death.
If there was, fear it keeps us away from it, run from it, escape from it, and live.
One such example are: Befriending a newborn alien, entering an abandoned mansion, booping a venomous cobra, petting a bear, and so on.
But in this hell, remnant, he learned that it was a humourless farce.
Because in this dreamless horror, once you fear, dangerous threats bring death upon you without having to meet it.
You fear, you bring trouble, you fear it more, you bring even more trouble; a cursed paradox.
If there is one thing about paradox, and one thing only, is that you cannot stop it from circling it's cycle. Once it started, it can never end. And you cannot run away from it.
Yet here he was, under the shadows of the forest, trying. Barely.
His legs and heart slowly nearing their climax to see another day.
His arms, thick dark green cargo pants, white t-shirt, and black jacket shields him from scratch.
His sweat showered face, calm both on the outside and inside.
His pursuers "inviting" him at the gates of ghastly teeths.
While said pursuers singing an anarchic and mindless opera of soulless roars.
And all that with his rucksack weighing him down.
One motive was glued in his head and one true motive only.
Run.
To where?
Forward.
From what?
Monsters.
Why?
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To survive.
He never knew why, instinct or not reality treated him neutrally. Not interesting, no excitement, no adventure...
no thrill.
Combining it all in one; lifeless. An exaggeration, explaining most event in his life was second to none.
Reality was just too… harshly real. Heh. See what I did there?
Jokes aside, it felt funny how he was inside of a show; a fictional world to add all the craziness.
His WTF-is-going-on-o-meter went off the charts when he started escaping from his end. It started rising when he woke up in a forest, unknowing the reason how and why, with everything with him.
It multiplied two-fold when he saw a 2 legged black creature with exo-skeleton and began chasing him like it was born to- no… made to kill, while attracting a group similar to it.
Five-fold when he saw the moon broken; partially shattered with it's right side glittering.
Ten-fold when he noticed a strange thing that he was calm. Normally in this "rare" situation, like any normal people would, he panics. Yet he didn't.
But the one that won the trophy was his realisation.
He's in RWBY.
*cough*
Let me repeat.
He's. In. RWBY.
That was only the 2nd place trophy. And the 1st one? The answer was when blue, floating, rectangular texts appeared to him that says,
[Prolonged sprinting has increased your Stamina and Agility by 1]
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The gamer.
A power gave by Gaia from a webcomic series "The gamer". A nonexistent power. Then again, RWBY.
He has the power of a gamer (or maybe he's crazy).
It all makes sense now! He thought, trying not to be sarcastic. Remembering the infamous skill called Gamer's mind; the reason why he is calm and collected.
Yet why does he still feel fear? But not freeze from intimidation? For now, he ignored the topic. Although he does not wanted to remove how to feel sad, angry, or bitter. Even sacrificing his moods for his own survival, feeling is a part of his humanity.
If only earlier he hid he wouldn't have to run, instead looking at something new kind of unseen, familiar black bipedal dinosaur-like creature. It baffled him. Any kind of new is always interesting.
He didn't expect it it was a grimm; a creep, if his "sources" are correct. "Reincarnating" in the world of RWBY was unbelievable.
Out of all gosh darn "possibilities" that could happen. Like entering heaven and meet Jesus, or to hell and beat up Hitler, or maybe in scientific perspective, all of his cellular blocks breaks into abyss and going nowhere.
*cough* OR maybe turn into Christina Hendrick's bra. *cough*
Just thinking about his current predicament made gave him a myriad of feelings, both positive and negative; he is here, and he's getting chased. All of them are real, and later on they'll suffer. Not a dream; a nightmare.
Now all he has to do is to escape from this goose chase as the quest said.
He noticed something odd, though; creeps are a grimmified version of a... what do you call it? Carnosaurus? Carnotaurus, right?
Then how come he's outrunning them? Adrenalin rush? Or because planet remnant is a tad bit smaller than earth's? Less denser mass equals weaker gravity; just a theory, minding how he felt lighter even though his backpack was hanging in his back.
A heavy backpack mind you.
Thus the reason on why he didn't trade it for speed; precious, both in personal but mostly purpose. Personal because... duh. Purpose because "walking" into a foreign planet with weaker gravity(?) was hard to cope with, at first. In other words, the load counter-reacts the weaker gravity(?) for better weight balance.
Then what about aura? He slapped his hands purposely, the system told him, -4 HP. His health points lowered, not his aura. If it existed. No aura, then fighting is suicide. He didn't know why he even had that thought. His denser muscles (Though unsure if it was denser than remnant humans) could take up for his aura-less build.
[Warning, stamina is at 20%!]
Not now! He thought; annoyed on how the text blocks little of his peripheral vision.
A log vertically lays in front of him. He jumped above it. A small boarbatusk came out of a bush, like a squealing bowling ball, rolling towards him. Jumping above said creature, this time doing a split. The protruding bone from it's back nearly bashing his family jewels. The boar slammed it's head to a rock, incapacitating itself.
Running temple run style as he jumped and slid to dodge their bite, he formulated a plan. But no bulb turned on. Then it hit him. Not a fist or a fang... but an idea.
He leaped, this time a powerful one, mentally recording how high he was. The nature's wind kissed him as he accepted it. Concentrating back on his objective; record his jumping height.
'4 to 5 foot?!'
Unimpressive, yes, but he was sure he's still carrying his pack! The result introduced him an plan, but first he need to ensure something.
'Unequip: Digital wristwatch.'
And it did itself accordingly. The watch must have magically puts itself in his inventory.
'So soft command works.'
He then hopped. During mid-flight, he quickly thought:
'Unequip: back-
With timing, he finished his sentence upon landing.
-pack!'
Similar to the the watch, his backpack poofs and so all the weight content stored inside making him lighter. With all his strength, parts of his remaining energy, he jumped unto a top of a thick branch; the leap was planned, not his trajectory.
He flailed like a crash test dummy, it was expected considering how inexperienced he is "flying" 6 feet above ground!
While protecting his face and "ow" ing, he crashed through various twigs and smaller branches...
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And a tree.
*BAM*
Leaves gracefully dances with gravity.
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He groaned.
"... Ow again."
Hearing grimms hissing below him, he hugged the tree clinging like it was his life. Glancing down, he saw 6 creeps "climbing" with their 2 bipedal legs, which he is sure it's not made for, and falling at their back snarling in defeat.
Reaching his foot, wearing olive military boots, to the nearest branch he can stand on as he pushed himself to it. Finally able to rest, even though standing, he stole fresh air into his lungs with greed.
For minutes that felt like days, the creeps did it again and again only to fail. Some bashed the tree with their head and tail to the tree trunk repeatedly, causing themselves injury and destroying the tree down, making the human escape to another. They, too, tried to jump atop of a branch, balancing was not their forte; the creeps fell down in pain.
No matter how much of a monster they are, stupidity was not engraved in their body; they leaved him be to stop self harm as they grunted in annoyance, and find another helpless prey on a different day in hopes of pleasing their queen; getting petted by said godly being would be orgasmic...
Even though they went away, his mind... his body if more precise, he was still alarmed.
After a while, he made sure that no monster was beneath him.
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It was over.
He searched for a sturdy, rough, uncomfortable wooden branch and sat on it, wheezing in relief.
Another text(s) notified him:
[Warning, stamina is at 7%!]
[A new skill has been added!]
[Bloodlust detect (Passive)]
[Able to detect creatures with harmful intents around you]
[Levelling up the skill is unnecessary: detection range depends on the bloodlust a being has]
[A new skill has been added!]
[Parkour (Active), Lv1: 40%]
[Cost 5 SP (Stamina points) per move]
[Able to travel around complex environment]
[Level up the skill to learn more complicated moves]
[QUEST COMPLETED!]
[You have escaped a small grimm onslaught!]
[Reward(s): A weapon of choice (for more details, say weapons choices), 100 lien, 500 EXP, extra 5 starter status points]
[LEVEL UP!]
[All HP (Health points), SP (Stamina points), MP (Mana points), AP (Aura points) (locked) has been refilled]
[5 unused status points are added]
[LEVEL UP!]
[All HP, SP, MP, AP (locked) has been refilled]
[5 unused status points are added]
He paid no heed, though refreshed, it was because his mind overthinking from... all of this. Massaging his eyes and forehead, he whispered to himself:
"... What have I gotten myself into?..."
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CHAP END!
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Well... what do you think? Review... or something.
You saw some grammatical error? Sorry, English isn't my mother language.
Keep in mind that this is just the prologue. Did I bore you? Then i'm sorry for wasting your time thinking this was a fic with a potential.
Really.
I've been researching on how make the intro interesting and all that, so is it?
You can criticise me if you want, i'm a tough shell. But no hate.
Now i'm gonna point out some facts regarding about the story or the character. Either for the best of this fic, or for the worse.
1: I'm gonna limit the capabilities of the gamer skill "Gamer's mind".
Why? There is a saying "your mind shapes your character", and that skill basically makes you perfect. In other words, I ain't gonna make this a mary sue or marty stu fic saving the world! That is, if the character even wanted to. *evil chuckle*
Then how will this work out? Like the skill description said, or in most gamer fanfic, it removes mental debuffs or any kind of terms similar to it.
Meaning, in this gamer chap/fic (Sorry if you dislike it), he can still feel negative emotion but not affected by it. For example, he can be sad, angry, scared but not affecting his mentality (i.e not going suicidal by depression, not be blinded by anger, not freeze by intimidation, etc) for the drama. Complicated I know, but keep in mind this is about the oc who died and... you know.
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I guess that's all for now, if you have any questions i'll either answer it in here (I'll edit it) or on the next 1st chap.
Ciao!
EDIT: Added omake/side story!
ANOTHER EDIT: Fixed (some)! Sorry, it was rushed; spelling/grammar mistakes are expected.
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My escape strategy was quite simple.
To use the advantage of heights: By using the trees as my platform and the creep's inability to climb. What? You expect to kill them with nothing but my fist? No.
I was on a branch of an excessively tall tree, safe from the grimm infested ground, then they just have to bash it down. So I jumped to another tree, they followed me again and bashed the tree down.
Then here they go again, while I was hugging atop of a yet soon to be destroyed tree, creeps bashed their head repeatedly against it.
*BAM*
*BAM*
*BAM*
*BAM*
The tree shook, leaves fell, and bits of wood flew.
Tiiimmmbeeerrr!
And this is where I do my stuff: Jump from another tree.
Easy right?
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Depends if you're from another world who never skipped leg day…
*CRASH*
-52 HP
… and treated every day as a leg day...
"… ow."
... that got transported to a planet with a weaker gravity(?).
Hey, it's not my fault I can't adapt instantly!
Then there they go again, hugging atop of a yet soon to be destroyed tree, creeps bashed their head to the trunk repeatedly to just kill me.
I mean… you guys exist to serve your queen and all that, but can you at least consider the lives of the trees? They've never done anything bad to you, and so to us. Why that much hate?
*BAM*
*BAM*
*BAM*
*BAM*
Tiiimmmbeeerrr!
*CRASH*
-54 HP
"… Ow."
I GET IT! You're all born to kill! Trust me I already know! Is that the only thing you can do in your whole damn soulless life?!
*BAM*
*BAM*
*BAM*
*BAM*
Tiiimmmbeeerrr!
*CRASH*
-53 HP
"… ow."
Twigs, leaves, and creepy crawlies was introduced in my face.
*shakes head*
Great… I guess this is how I'll die; by face planting myself to tree by tree. Reminder to self: skip leg day.
*BAM*
*BAM*
*BAM*
*BAM*
Tiiimmmbeeerrr!
*CRASH*
-53 HP
"… ow."
[A new skill has been added!]
[Physical resistance (Passive), Lv1: 20%]
[Decreases taken physical damage by 1%]
1%?
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Helpful.
[A new skill has been added!]
[Sarcasm (Passive), Lv1: 9%]
[Able to make a mockery out of anyone]
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"*Sigh*"