This is a sad day for all RWBY fans. Monty Oum, the beloved and blessed creator of this wonderful show and universe, has passed away. As the news post from Roosterteeth said that the best way to honor him was to do something creative and hopefully change the world, I feel that this chapter, which I have been working on for a while now, has found a reason for me to stop procrastinating and put it out there. May your soul rest in peace, Monty, and your spirit live on in those who know you. Those who love you.

Disclaimer: I would hope it is obvious, all things considered, that I do not own RWBY. If I did, I would not be on here writing this. Allons-y.

"KAIN!" I shout, panic evident in my voice, "WE DON'T HAVE THE TIME FOR THIS! OR THE TRAINING!" Oh my God, I can't believe this. I'm actually in Remnant, fighting actual beowolves, in the actual Emerald Forest. If I weren't fighting for my life right now, I would be fangirling everywhere. Or would it be fanboying? All this and more goes through my head as I have a very difficult fight with a beowolf.

Let me back up and explain myself some. My name is Blake Bradley (don't bother looking me up, you will only get random people that aren't me and a Power Ranger). I am six foot tall and 150 pounds. As most of my friends like to point out, I am a stick. I prefer to think of myself as underestimatably skinny, because I'm stronger than I look. I have short, dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a tendency to glare. I woke up this morning expecting an average day; school, work, homework, Xbox, so on and so forth. What I got was a little more than average, because about halfway through my school day, my friend Jeremy came running up to me full bore, looking mildly afraid. This had me worried. Jeremy is a big guy, not big as in he doesn't run unless it's necessary, but big as in if he's running, you should be too. Like me, he is six foot tall. Unlike me, he is 285 pounds. The dude is huge, as in bodybuilder huge. He has dark brown hair in a Trunks style haircut (yes, we both loved Dragonball Z growing up) and green eyes. We have much the same personality; not very talkative unless he gets excited, more than a little psychotic to most people, aggressive and intelligent. Our other friends often say that one of us is a clone of the other, just slightly modified as so no one would believe it. Anyways, probably the bigger reason that I was worried about him running straight at me was that he is FAST, and when I say he was running straight at me, I mean straight at me. The look on his face said "I'm not stopping for shit, and you're coming with me." I had just enough time to think, Chert, before I was whisked off my feet and shoved under one of his tree trunk arms.

"KAIN-" Did I mention his nickname is Kain? "-why the hell are you carrying me? We've been over this before, I get that I'm skinny, but-"

"Shut up unless you want to be kibbles and bits. Look behind me!" I do as he says and what I see has me scared out of my mind and feeling like a kid in a candy store at the same time; we're being chased by a beowolf.

"Is that a-"

"Yes."

"And is it-"

"Kind of, yeah."

"Well. Fuck our luck. You sure it's just after us?"

"Not exactly. I know it's after me because it already got a taste of me. The only reason it's after you is because I brought you with me." At this, I notice two things: 1) Kain's left arm is slashed open a little, about a four inch cut, and 2) I have really annoying friends.

"Any clue how it got here?" I ask.

"Don't know. Don't care. Kind of worried about not becoming his next filet mignon."

"Point taken. And at best, you are a New York Porterhouse. Got a plan?"

"Yeah, not dying."

"More of an objective, but I'm okay with that." I look behind us and see that it's getting closer. "Not to ruin our playful banter or anything, but it's gaining on us." As we round the corner, we have the same thought. "Fuck." We effectively cornered ourselves in the only area of the school that was possible for us to do that. Hard to believe we've been going to this school for four years now. "Any more bright ideas?"

"Well I'm sorry, but I was more worried about not becoming a chew toy. Only one thing left. It's time... for a Thundercookie." Kain puts me down (finally) as the beowolf rounds the corner, walks up to it, and punches it in the face. "Well, that didn't work," he says as the beowolf's eyes begin to glow brighter red. "In fact, it just seemed to piss it off."

"Kain, duck!" I yell, charging at his back. He bends over in time to avoid the slash of the beowolf and for me to jump on his back, using it as a platform to vault over the Grimm. As I land, I tug on its tail, jabbing it with a few of the many sharpened pencils I keep on hand in my jacket pocket, sadly for situations like this, only less cool. "Come and get me, Fido! Chase the kitty!" And yes, I do think of myself as somewhat feline. "Kain, Emergency Operation Cut the Crack!" I yell, leading the now enraged beowolf towards the commons.

"What crack? The fuck are you talking about?" He shouts back.

"Crack as in Coke! You know, the Coke machine!"

"Well sorry I don't speak Blakenese!"

"Just shut up and get ready to topple the Coke machine on top of this mutt!" I lead the beowolf on a few circuits around the school, each time I pass through the commons shouting, "Are you ready yet?" After about seven circuits, which is roughly one and a quarter miles, he yells "Ready!"

"Well, it's about damn time!"

"Actually, I've been ready since, like, your third lap, dude. I just really enjoyed the giant game of duck, duck, goose you were playing."

"Shut up and get ready to topple that thing!" I run at the machine Kain is standing behind and three feet away, shout "Now!" He begins to topple the Coke machine and I run up it, flipping backwards over the beowolf. It turns around to continue the pursuit (or duck, duck, goose game as Kain would say) only to have the Coke machine fall on top of it.

"Well, my mom always said caffeine was bad for you. Stunts your growth and all that." Kain says, smiling.

"Next time, you're the distraction," I respond, gasping desperately for air.

"Don't count your chickens. Because honestly Blake, I wouldn't trust you to rip that Coke machine out of the wall." Did I mention he's really strong?

"Yeah, yeah. Let's just make sure this thing is dead." A low growl emits from under the Coke machine, and Kain and I look at each other.

"Auto shop?"

"Auto shop."

One short trip to the auto shop later...

"Dude, you're about to get drilled, and not in the 'let's be friends after' way," Kain says, laughing like a maniac.

"I get it Kain. You're funny. Kill now, joke later." Kain hands me the drill (we opted for the speed bit for obvious reasons [if you don't know what a speed bit looks like, look it up]) and approaches the toppled machine. He lifts it just enough for me to easily reach the beowolf's head, and I shove the drill in, tiny engine revving, aimed straight for its eye. After some pained howls and a lot of blood flying, I pull out the drill and Kain moves the machine enough for us to admire our handiwork.

"Ah, it's good being secretly homicidal," says Kain.

"Secretly? And I must admit, I was expecting you to say something along the lines of 'I get that he didn't swallow, but really, his eye?'"

"Oh, that's genius," he says through his laughter. "If you ever give me another opportunity like this, I'm using it!"

"Fine, whatever. I doubt you'll get another chance anyways. At least I hope not. Hey, where is everyone else?" I ask, noticing the school is empty.

"Oh, they evacuated while you were playing Ring around the Rosie with your buddy little slut back there."

"Oh, haha, very funny. You're just jealous because you didn't get to kill it."

"It's true," he cries through crocodile tears. "Oh well, I'll get the next one."

"You are hell bent on there being more of those things, aren't you?"

"YEAH! To be totally honest, that was the most fun I've ever had, like, ever."

"Well, then let's go to the source. Take me to where you found the beowolf, or where it found you, whichever the case may be."

"To the locker room!"

In the locker room

"And no one else noticed the giant glowing portal?"

"I don't think anyone else comes in here. I mean, can you really blame them? Have you smelled this place?"

"Yes, Kain. As a matter of fact, I am right now. That only leaves to question what you were doing in here."

"Changing. And I really had to take a shit. On the plus side, as soon as I saw that thing I didn't have to shit. Good thing I was wearing my brown pants today. Speaking of which, I'm gonna go change again."

"Think there's any way to close it?"

"I don't know, but perhaps we can close it from the other side."

"Death could be on the other side of that!"

"It's better than what we got going on here. I forgot to study last night!"

"That sounds like a you problem."

"And this sounds like a you problem." Kain picks me up and throws me into the portal before promptly following me in.

In the Forest of Forever Fall

"I really don't like you right now. For all you knew, you were throwing me into a starving pack of beowolves, or worse!" I yell from the tree I landed in.

"But I didn't," Kain replies from the ground. I finally manage to disentangle myself from the branches and jump to the ground.

"Whoa. Kain, we are in Forever Fall. Do you know what this means? We are practically within spitting distance of Beacon school, and by extension Vytal, which in turn means we are in Vale, which means we are in Remnant. Oooohhhhh my god, this is- What happened to you?"

"Me? Dude, the fuck happened to you?" Looking at myself, I realized that Kain was right, he wasn't the only person who looked different. I was wearing a pure white trench coat with the collar popped, on the back was the silver outline of a wolf's head, a black t-shirt with a crescent moon decal, black combat boots and black fingerless gloves, black pants, and reaching over my shoulders, I felt... "Umbralux?" Pulling them out of their sheaths, I discovered I was right, I was indeed holding the two halves to the black and white staff I had not long ago designed for an OC I had submitted to a story. Pressing the hidden buttons on the hilts, two-and-a-half feet of the three-foot sections of metal in my hands collapsed into 2-and-a-half foot blades.

"Nice hair, dude. It really brings out the blood color in your eyes." Kain says, laughing just a little. Looking in the reflection of one of the blades, I see that my hair has gone snow white and my eyes blood red. Oh my God, I look just like Damian.

Shrugging off the desire to gape at myself, I respond, "You're one to talk. You should get a mirror. Or a haircut." It's true, he needed one. To be perfectly honest, he looked like Mitsurugi in a trench coat. Under the trench coat was a black breastplate with a crescent moon facing his right shoulder. On the back of the trench coat was the purple outline of a dragon's face, its mouth open, ready to breathe fire. Strapped to his back was his sword, Vidar, a buster sword with dust crystals imbued in the hilt. He had two black gauntlets over his trench coat, the one on his left equipped with a retractable chain. He had black judo pants and armored boots with a diamond shaped knee guard, just to help round off the slight Mitsurugi look/vibe he was giving off. And his eyes! The sclera were black, and his irises were amethyst. "You know, forget the haircut. It looks good on you. Could do with some sunglasses, through."

"You're one to talk, your eyes look like you could steal someone's soul."

"Yeah, yeah, shut up. Listen we need to figure out a way to get back home."

"I like it here."

*Sigh* "I like it too, but we are messing with so many laws of physics right now, not to mention the timelines in both our world and this world."

"Maybe it could be better this way."

"And maybe we could be deader this way!"

"But dude, we could totally get to meet Ruby this way! I don't know about you but I totally think she's hot."

"Personally, I prefer Weiss. But that's not important right now. What's important is that we don't belong here."

"Dude, you're starting to be a killjoy right now."

"Well sorry for wanting to get back to my girlfriend and a life where I'm probably not going to be in danger every twenty seconds!"

"But that's boring!"

Cue me facepalming. "You know what? Fine. For now, we will do it your way. Now wait here while I climb a tree and see if I can't spot Beacon."

"Do it. Do it. Do it now."

In record time, I ascend to the top of the nearest tree, do a quick 360, and descend back to the forest floor. "Well, that was fun. Come on, I couldn't see Beacon, but the Emerald Forest is this way. Once we get there, I will see if I can spot Beacon again." I start on a path straight through the forest.

A few hours of walking later...

"Dude, it's been hours since we last saw a monster!"

"I hate you right now. We're in an anime, and you know what happens when someone says something like that," I say, glaring at him.

"Yep. Exactly why I did it. Well, technically, this isn't an anime for us anymore, because we are actually living in it. I still hope it works."

Aaaarrooooooooooo!

"I hope your happy," I say, dual wielding Umbralux.

"Why so glum, Blake? Now the party begins!"

"I'm glum because we were barely able to take out one beowolf."

"Yeah, but now circumstances has changed. And let's face it, we've turned into characters that we created that nobody knows better than us."

"We still aren't trained to take on a pack of beowolves of unknown size, especially when you realize that the one we took down was not fully grown! It was just as tall as us. A grown beowolf should be between 6'8" and 7' tall I believe, if not bigger."

"I know, this is going to be so much FUN!"

"If we weren't so alike, I would feel justified in calling you crazy. I will settle for adrenaline junkie."

"What a coincidence. Thank you."

Smiling in anticipation, "You're welcome. Now, let's go all Grim Reaper on these beowolves."

Flashback over. That basically brings you up to speed. There were 13 beowolves, eight of which we handled easier than I expected (mostly Kain, really. Tanks will be tanks). The last five, not quite so easy. Granted, we have our fair share of battle evidence, me with my trench coat, shirt, and back cut through with three long claw marks, bleeding quite nicely, and Kain, now sporting a gash on his right arm and forehead to go with the one on his left arm from earlier.

"KAIN! A LITTLE HELP WOULD BE APPRECIATED!" I shout, now taking on two beowolves instead of one.

"Like this?" Shink goes Vidar as it enters the back of one of my beowolves. Distracted by the sight of blood, the survivimg beowolf momentarily forgets me, long enough for me to chop off its head.

"Yeah, like that. I don't suppose you have any more plans?" I ask, watching the three remaining beowolves approach us.

Looking around for moment, Kain responds, "Yeah. You see that tree over there?"

"Yeah..."

"I'm gonna chuck you at it."

"Wait, what?" Fling I go at high speeds towards a rather large tree. Sticking out one of Umbralux's blades, I catch myself on the side of the tree, spin around the trunk, and somehow manage to chop it down. It falls right on top of the three Grimm, and Kain makes his way over to me.

"There, that time, I was the distraction." As he's making his way to me, one of the beowolves gets out of the tree, and readies itself to pounce on him.

I do the first thing that comes to mind. "Kain, duck!" Trusting that he will, I chuck one of Umbralux's halves at the beast, flying right over Kain's crouching form, embedding itself in the beast's right eye.

Kain and I lock eyes, a silent conversation going on between us that boils down to him versus me. His promise from earlier versus my silent threat now. After ages of a stare down that didn't seem likely to end any time soon, Kain bursts out laughing.

"I'm'a use it!" Kain says, still laughing.

A/N: To anyone who is new to my stories, which I assume is basically anyone reading this, I update when I have both the time and inspiration to write. That being said, I will try to update this faster than I usually do. No promises though, I have work, homework, and extracurriculars that also take up time. And to those of you who might not have gotten Kain's last line, it'll be explained when the next chapter gets up. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, but even if you didn't, leave a review. I aim to improve.