A/N: Hello everybody, my name's Eragon and welcome back to another chapter of The Horrors of Team MJJK (I'm just going to call it Team MJJK from now on, because that's a mouthful). So, when I first published Chapter 1 last week, I was surprised to find that it now has 12 followers and 9 favourites, so I'm so happy right now! :) I've also got six reviews, which makes me even more happy! Thanks to everyone who left a review, especially nobodyknowsimarwbyfan (rocking that name btw!).

Anyways, I don't own any of the characters. RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum (RIP); Halloween belongs to John Carpenter and Dimension Films; Saw belongs to James Wan and Twisted Pictures; both Friday the 13th and A Nightmare on Elm St. belong to Paramount Films, as well as to (respectively) Sean S. Cunningham and Wes Craven (RIP). Now go watch Jigsaw fight, sit back and enjoy!

Chapter 2

Team MJJK's Dorm Room

Beacon Academy, 18 years later

A new year at Beacon, John thought to himself as his partner shook him awake.

"Come on, Johnny, get up," Michael said, smiling as John finally sat up in bed, "it's our second year at Beacon, and as team leader I'm not letting any of my teammates and friends make us late on the first day."

"What do you mean by late, what time is it?" John muttered under his breath, attempting to keep his eyes open.

He was soon completely startled awake as his fedora-wearing teammate popped into view, a little too close for comfort.

"It's 8:40, Johnny-boy," Freddy almost literally shouted in the other boy's ear, "now get up and get dressed, we're gonna be late."

Crap, it's almost nine already, John thought as he practically jumped out of bed, only to fall on his face just as he remembered his bio-cybernetic leg.

"Someone help me up and grab Pandora," John muttered through the dorm room's carpet, upset over the fact that it was the second time he ever made them late.

Generally, when it came to their team, it was either Freddy or his partner Jason that make them late for classes, with Freddy forgetting something in the room or Jason waking up late. Either John or the Tiger Faunus that was his partner and leader had to deal with the antics of their teammates, which last year resulted in Team MJJK being late to class a total of 25 times.

"So, fearless leader," Jason asked the Tiger Faunus, "what class do we have first this semester?"

"Goodwitch, just like last year," Michael replied as he passed his partner his cane, "besides that our classes are different than last year."

"As much as I love that class, I really don't like Goodwitch that much," John complained as he got dressed and they hurried to leave, "every semester I'm one of the first people that fight."

"We all know what Goodwitch is like, Johnny," Freddy declared, fitting his half mask over the left side of his face.

The members of Team MJJK all had their dark stories of their pasts, having told each other during last year. Things like Michael's sister, John's tumour, Jason's fear of water and the reason behind it, and Freddy's scars. Generally they were picky to talk to other people outside of their team about their problems, but they usually figured that their business is their own.

"Alrighty team, let's go," Michael said as his team exited their dorm room, "let's give Professor Goodwitch a better first impression than last year."

"Please, Mikey," Freddy complained as they walked to their class, "we were only the third best team of first years last year, we honestly don't have much appreciation compared to Team JNPR, or even Team RWBY for that matter!"

Combat Class

Fifteen minutes later

"As you can see from the scores, Team's RWBY, JNPR, and MJJK all filled out the top twelve best fighters last year in the First Year classes," Glynda Goodwitch said as she pointed to the scoreboard behind her.

Pyrrha Nikos didn't even have to look at the board to know that she was on the top. Not that she would ever brag about something so trivial as a status placing, she was just that good. Underneath her name and portrait on the scoreboard was her friend Ruby Rose, the leader of Team RWBY, while underneath Ruby's name was that of someone she assumed was from Team MJJK, she wasn't sure. The Spartan member of Team JNPR and her team, along with their friends in Team RWBY, never met any member of Team MJJK, considering that Team MJJK had their combat class first period last year while RWBY and JNPR had it third period.

"With scores determined by your win-loss ratio in combat class last year, we have listed the top twelve, with the three teams also having one of their members in the top three; now, may Pyrrha Nikos, Ruby Rose, and Johnathan Kramer please step into the arena."

Why would she need the three of us to go down there for, Pyrrha asked in her head as she walked down to the arena. She saw a student which she believed was Kramer standing to her right from the corner of her eye, but Ruby was nowhere in sight.

"I thought I called for three students, not two," Goodwitch growled under her breath, and then turned to the stands and asked, "does anybody know where Ms. Rose is?"

"She said she's going to be late, apparently Professor Ozpin wished to speak to her," Pyrrha heard Weiss reply from the stands.

Pyrrha thought she heard the combat professor mutter something under her breath about the Headmaster, and remained silent until she spoke up, "Very well, I was going to congratulate the top three, but that can wait; anyways, as I was saying, this week to start off we're going to have pairs from the top twelve fight each other. Well, Ms. Nikos, Mr. Kramer, you may introduce yourselves after you get prepared to fight today."

Five minutes later, Pyrrha and John were all prepped and ready to go. When Goodwitch gave them the order, they walked towards each other to shake hands.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Ms. Nikos," the boy said as he shook her hand, grinning, "let's give them a good fight to start the year."

While shaking his hand, Pyrrha got a good look of him. His brownish-red hair stuck out of the hood of his black and red theatrical robe, the red lining in the robe bringing out the boy's earl grey eyes. Noticing the cane he used and the limp he had as he walked towards her, Pyrrha thought to herself, Wait, if he uses a cane, and he's limping, how is he in the top three?

"A pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Kramer," Pyrrha stated aloud, "I certainly hope that leg doesn't give you any trouble while we fight."

"Oh, on the contrary," John said, smirking underneath the hood, "it's probably going to give you more trouble than it'll give me trouble."

With that they stepped away and got into fighting positions, waiting for the signal to fight.

Goodwitch waited patiently for the fighters to prepare before she said, "Ready...and, fight!"

The moment she said that, Pyrrha was already running towards her opponent, having already used her Polarity to pull Milo and Akuo off her back.

For some reason, Pyrrha didn't see John pull any weapon out to fight, in fact he just stood there, waiting for the 'Invincible Girl' to reach him.

It was the moment that Pyrrha reached John that he finally reacted. Before she could even blink, the boy had already lifted up his cane in preparation for the oncoming swing from Milo. He effortlessly blocked the sword with the handle of the cane, and then lifted up his right leg to kick Pyrrha in the abdomen. As she staggered back, Pyrrha barely had time to lift up Akuo as gunfire rapidly headed right towards her. So the cane is actually his weapon, Pyrrha noted as she saw smoke coming from the bottom of the cane, and it seems like he's no longer limping; perhaps the limping is just a strategy to make his opponents underestimate him?

Her stream of thought broke as John reached her, and as she swung at him again he once again blocked Milo with the cane.

Then the boy did something that Pyrrha didn't expect: he pressed a button on the side of the cane. Like clockwork, parts of the handle slowly unfolded as the trunk of the cane pulled out into the handle of the (apparently) final form of John's weapon. Within seconds the old handle became a blade, and Pyrrha soon found herself face-to-face with a medium-sized halberd.

"So your cane is also an axe," Pyrrha interjected before dodging a swing from its blade, "I certainly didn't see that coming."

"Yeah, I made her to replace my old weapon in my second year at Stantford," the boy stated, pausing from another swing, "you like it?"

Pyrrha didn't answer his question; rather, she was focused on finding an opportunity to use her semblance against him, to actually find a weak spot on the weapon to slow it down.

She attempted to use her semblance on the halberd multiple times as it came around in to swing again and again. Unfortunately, instead of slowing it down as she expected, each time she had to dodge the attack as the halberd narrowly missed her by and inch. Why doesn't my semblance work on his weapon? Pyrrha thought to herself as she found herself dodging yet another swing, I honestly thought it was made of metal!

Pyrrha was forced on the defensive as the boy advanced towards her, having turned the weapon back into its gun form. She managed to block shot after shot with Akuo, and then grabbed the shield off her arm and hurled it towards her opponent. She was surprised to see John deflect the shield back towards her, and when she pulled it back towards her with her semblance he knocked it to the ground.

"I probably shouldn't be giving criticism during a battle, so forgive me," John said as he morphed the cane back into a halberd, "but throughout this fight it seems you've been overusing your Polarity. Perhaps you shouldn't use it as much so we don't end this match early."

Confused as to what the boy said, Pyrrha turned to the scoreboard to find that her aura was almost dipping into the red.

"Well, I don't see you using your semblance, Mr. Kramer," Pyrrha declared as she ran towards her shield, "do you feel as if you need to talk during a fight?"

John patiently waited for Pyrrha to reach him before, in one full sweep, used the blade of the halberd to trip Pyrrha to the ground, and then morphed it back into its rifle form and fired while she was down.

As the buzzer sounded to indicate the end of the match, she heard the boy say, "On the contrary, Ms. Nikos, the fight is over now; oh, you don't need to call me Mr. Kramer, just call me John."

John reached for Pyrrha's hand with his own, and when she took his hand he helped her up from the ground.

"Well, in that case, you can just call me Pyrrha," she said, smiling at John's sense of courtesy.

Before John could say anything, Goodwitch cleared her throat and said, "And that's the match. As you could see, students, Ms. Nikos' aura has dropped into the red. While there's a difference between speed and efficiency, Mr. Kramer demonstrated proper use of both once again; though perhaps next time, Mr. Kramer, you could try to actually give Ms. Nikos a chance to use all the aspects of her weapons."

"I'll remember that next time, Professor," John stated politely without even looking away from Pyrrha's gaze.

As Pyrrha walked back to her seat, she couldn't help but watch John as he limped back to his seat with his cane.

Beacon's Library

After classes, Later That Day

The rest of the day passed without incident for Pyrrha as she walked towards the library to study. Oobleck's class was as easy as ever, as was Professor Port's. Pyrrha smiled to herself as she remembered how, once again, Port got off track and told another of the stories from his younger days. That smile faded, however, as she saw a familiar face sitting at the table she was heading for. John was sitting there, reading away at a textbook from Professor Peach's class, his cane sitting inches away, hanging off the chair. If he's such a good fighter, why does he need a cane? Pyrrha asked herself as she reached the table and inquired, "This seat taken?"

John almost jumped out of his seat when she spoke up, but relaxed when he realised who it was.

"Hello Pyrrha," the black-robed boy declared, "no, this seat isn't taken, my teammates are off somewhere else; what about yours?"

"Playing a board game in our dorm room, Jaune borrowed it from Team RWBY," Pyrrha replied as she sat down to study.

They sat there in silence for ten minutes, studying for their classes, when John suddenly turned to the red-haired girl next to him and said, "You want to know how I new about your semblance, don't you?"

Wow, he guessed that pretty easily, Pyrrha thought to herself, but aloud she said, "I might've been curious."

"Well, actually I was just guessing, considering some of the hand gestures you were making during the fight," John stated, "I used to have a friend back in Stantford (that's in Vacuo) that had Polarity as well, and after learning how it works I decided to construct Pandora here out of a mixture of titanium and bulletproof glass to gain an advantage against someone that uses Polarity."

"If you don't mind me asking," Pyrrha decided to ask, "why is it a cane?"

"I don't mind you asking," John solemnly replied, and then turned to Pyrrha and said, "you sure you want to know the answer to that."

When Pyrrha nodded in reply, John pulled his seat back and turned around in it to face her. As he reached for the sleeve of his right pant leg and pulled it up, Pyrrha was shocked to see not a leg of flesh and blood, but one of steel and carbonite.

"I lost all use of this leg after an operation I had during my second year of Stantford, so they had to amputate it," John said before she could ask, "no matter how many times they replace it though, it never works; the doctor says its all in my head."

Pyrrha stared at the bio-cybernetic leg for a few minutes, and then looked back at John and asked, "What was the surgery for?"

She heard John sigh, and a far off look glazed over his eyes as he quietly replied, "Cancer."

Pyrrha gasped in shock and almost shouted, "I'm sorry!"

"Don't be, it's not your fault," John continued, "during my second year I started getting headaches, and my vision would occasionally go blurry. When we went to a local doctor to find out what was going on, a scan revealed a walnut-sized tumour sitting in an almost hard-to-reach place in the back of my frontal lobe. My father's an engineer, and my mother works at a sports bar back in Vacuo, so there was literally no way we could pay for an expensive surgery in Atlas to have it removed, not even counting the cost to get there. Even with my father unlocking my aura it wasn't enough to make it stop growing, and I became, depressed.

"I abandoned my friends as it became worse, and I broke up with a girl I was dating back then because I didn't want her to just put up with a 'dead man'. I stayed in my room, only leaving it to eat meals and to go to the bathroom, and even then I spoke to no one. And then, hope came, when an Atlas Specialist and professional huntress heard about my story, and using money from her family paid for the operation. If it wasn't for that huntress, I would've died by now, I wouldn't have gotten a chance to live out my dream to become a huntsman."

"Do you know the name of the huntress that paid for your operation?" Pyrrha inquired, curious about it.

"I believe she's related to a friend of yours on Team RWBY," John replied as he looked Pyrrha in the eyes, "for her name is Specialist Winter Schnee.

"But enough about me, let's talk about you," he continued, changing the subject, "I'm sure that being a world renown celebrity such as yourself has puts you through a similar sense of isolation from friends and family."

"Yeah, for quite some time before coming to Beacon my friends started to become nothing more than fans," Pyrrha replied in sadness, "but now I'm here no one treats me like I'm any better than them, and for that I appreciate it."

John nodded in reply, and then looked at his scroll and said, "Would you look at the time, we should get going before our teams wonder why we're not eating supper."

As he grabbed his cane and stood up, John looked at Pyrrha again and said, "You should consider yourself lucky to have heard my story, Pyrrha Nikos; the only other people besides you and my family that know about this is my team."

"We probably shouldn't let this be the last time we talk though, since we do have some things in common, Johnathan Kramer," Pyrrha said as she packed her stuff up, "perhaps tomorrow you team could hang out with my team and our friends at breakfast."

As she walked away from the table, she heard John say, "Yes, we should, I'll see you tomorrow morning then with my team."

A/N: And that was another chapter of Team MJJK. I hope you guys enjoyed the fight scene in this. Also, you get to hear John's backstory, which I totally didn't use elements of his story from the movies (totally didn't). You got to see John and Pyrrha talk, and next chapter RWBY and JNPR get to meet the rest of the team. I'm also surprised that people haven't reacted to the insanity that is the shipping I revealed under the story's link, so either you haven't noticed it or you've welcomed the insanity (cause normal's boring!).

Anyways, thank you such much for reading. Make sure you go read Eclipse, my other fanfic on this website. Also, in December I'm going to start on another story which will be titled 'Prophecy', so be on the lookout for that. If you liked this chapter and want to continue reading, make sure to leave a review, and follow/favourite. Thanks for reading, and God Speed!

Edit: Sometime soon I shall be releasing a one-shot series called "RWBY: Halloween Horror Nights", where any sort of RWBY characters will encounter any monster from urban legend, creepypasta, horror movies, you name it. I have some ideas on monsters they'll encounter, so I'm going to open a poll tomorrow morning to decide what monster it'll be first and it will close on Thursday at 3:00 in the afternoon, so choose fast. The monster choices are: Robert the Doll, Kuchisake-onna, Sachiko from Corpse Party, and Pennywise. Choose quickly guys!