Shoutout to my mainman/beta Crowskull before we begin. Because of him, this story is hopefully a little less shit.

Chapter 2: Hitting the town.

The motel I was staying at was pretty shit. As far as furniture went, the place had the standards but they were also pretty shit. For example, the bed's mattress was lumpy from years of use and there was a couch with numerous cigarette burns.

The decor wasn't in any better shape. The gray carpet was stained with unknown liquids, most likely soda or liquor, the green wallpaper covering the wall was starting to peel in some place, and there was at least one cobweb in every corner of the ceiling. For once, I was thankful for my almost inability to smell things because if I had to guess, the room either smelt like shit or a metric shit ton of air freshener.

The 2/5 star looks of the place didn't bother me one bit. I had bigger things to worry about such as the broken moon I was currently staring at through the window.

It was just after midnight and I had been sat there for at least two hours thinking about the fact that I was in a new world.

I thought about many things as I sat there, my friends and family back home, all my shattered hopes and dreams, and all the steam games I'd never get to play.

The question I asked myself the most was will I ever go home? I couldn't answer it of course, and even if I could going home had its own set of problems. For instance, time could travel differently between my home dimension and wherever I was at now. Every second here could be millions or even billions of years back on earth. In short, I was probably never going back.

On the bright side, my situation wasn't completely helpless. Ozpin invited me to his school place so I had some sort of plan.

To distract myself from my depressing thoughts, I moved away from the window and turned on the tv. I didn't find much but to be fair I didn't look very long. The only thing I found of any interest was a show where a guy who looked and sounded a lot like Bob Ross talked about weapon smithing.

Alas, even the guy talking on the tv about happy little blades wasn't even able to keep me distracted for long and my mind drifted back to its sad thoughts. With nothing better to do, I entered the bathroom intent on taking a bath to calm my nerves.

The bathroom wasn't much better than the rest of my room in terms of appearance. The white tiled walls had a few chips and cracks in places, the fluorescent light above me had one burned out bulb and the other was emitting a low buzz, and the faucents of the sink and bath/shower had a small lime buildup.

While I was in the bathroom, I remembered what Ozpin said about my eyes and I took a look in the mirror. Sure enough, my once brown eyes were now colored silver. While some people may say the new color looked nice, I only had one thing to say about them,

"I look like I'm blind."

After the eyes, I wondered if anything else about me had changed. I undressed and discovered that indeed, many thing had. I was a lot skinnier than I remembered, I had two tattoos inked into my back, and my penis was bigger. Although the changes were by no means unwelcome, especially the last one, I wondered how they came about.

As I sat in the tub listening to Sabaton, I brought back my thoughts from yesterday about how I came to be here and pondered on them some more. I came up with four possible scenarios. Firstly, this entire thing was some sort of experiment set up by the government or some other party. Secondly, aliens. Third, an act by an omnipotent being. Lastly, my life was a computer simulation and there was a glitch in the matrix.

In the end, I didn't pick any of the theories because I had no proof any of them were true and It'd be pure speculation. Besides, it probably wouldn't make much of a difference if I did know how I came to be here.

Eventually, the water in the tub started cooling down and I decided it was time to get out. I dried off with a towel and put my underwear back on while leaving the rest of my clothes on the floor. Then I went back to the bed to have another attempt at sleep.

My sleep did not last long before I was awoken to the sound of a knock on the door to my room. I sat up, blinked the sleep out of my eyes, and then waited to see if whoever knocked on the door would knock again or if I had just imagined the whole thing. When the knock did come again, I groggily called out,

"One second!" before going into the bathroom and adorning my discarded clothes.

Without looking through the peephole, I opened the door to find Ozpin, the magic lady to his left holding a large tray full of different breakfast foods, and there was another woman to the right of Ozpin. She was short, like, really short. I was 5'6" and she looked around a head shorter than me. She had super bright pink hair which reached down to the middle of her back. She was dressed in a typical nurse's uniform and she had a big black briefcase that she was struggling to carry in both of her hands.

"Good morning Mr. Castillo. How did you sleep?" Ozpin asked me.

I yawned. "I only got, like, four, hours of sleep."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Ozpin commiserated. "I thought you might be hungry so I had Ms. Goodwitch-" 'So that's what her name is.' "-Bring you some breakfast. May we come in?"

I nodded and moved out of the way so they could enter which they proceeded to do. Ms. Goodwitch set the assortment of food on a table in the corner of the room. The pink haired lady set her briefcase on top of my bed. Ozpin stood by the doorway.

As soon as the tray of food was on the table I had grabbed some french toast, some waffles, some pancakes, a few strips of bacon, a small pile of hash browns, and the proper utensils. I ate quickly without stopping to add butter, syrup, or salt. While I ate, Ozpin started talking.

"As to why we are here. Professor Peach is here to perform a medical evaluation. Me and Ms. Goodwitch are here to teach you all the basic information that you will need to know about our world. When you're done eating, professor Peach will give you your exam."

I nodded to show that I was paying attention and quickly finished the food.

"Me and Ms. Goodwitch will wait outside the until it's over." The two of them left the room and it was just me and the nurse.

She opened the case on the bed and started pulling out some forms and a few medical tools. She had me fill out a few of the forms, things like name, age, etc. After that, I was asked a bunch of medical checkup questions like,

"Do you take any prescription medications?"

Which was no.

"Are you currently afflicted with any diseases?"

Fit as a fiddle.

"Are you sexually active?"

Unless you count my hand.

"Do you have any comments or concerns?"

Nope.

After the questions, she got to the physical part of the physical. Measuring heart rate, blood pressure, reflexes, weight, height, and the test I hated the most, the blood test. There were not many things I feared in life, but needles were one of the few.

First was the wipe down of my arm with alcohol which elicited a feeling of dread inside me as I waited for what was going to happen next. Then came the main attraction. I tensed up as the cold steel approached my arm and I started breathing heavily through my nose.

The climax came as I felt the point indent into my skin which was shorty followed by the pain of the pierce. I did my best to remain calm but I silently prayed for when it would end.

"Alright, that should do it," The nurse said after extracting the needle from my arm. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding before massaging the site of injection.

Without speaking another word, the nurse packed up her case and left the room. Before the door closed Ozpin and Ms. Goodwitch walked back inside.

"How was it?" Ozpin asked.

I shrugged. "Fine."

Ozpin nodded and walked to stand in the middle of the room. "Now, the first thing to do is unlock your aura."

"I don't know what that is," I told him.

"Glynda, if you would please explain," Ozpin said while motioning Glynda to step forward.

"Aura is the physical manifestation of one's soul-" 'Souls exist in this universe?' "-and can be used for a wide range of abilities. The specific abilities and their strengths differ from individual to individual and are dependent on a number of factors, such as experience, training, and innate skill."

"I didn't understand a word of anything you just said." Glynda was about to respond but Ozpin beat her too it.

"Think of it as a shield that people use to protect themselves."

"Yes," Glynda confirmed, "Aura also has other purposes such as increasing an individual's physical abilities and it can even be used to heal wounds. There are also semblances which are unique abilities that every aura user is capable of having and is determined by their personalities. For example, my semblance is telekinesis." To demonstrate her semblance, she lifted the tray of food on the coffee table into the air and then put it back down.

My eyes widened at the display. Sure, I had seen her ability in action last night, but I was getting an up close demonstration.

"So how do I unlock my aura?" I asked.

"First, close your eyes and concentrate." I did as she said and she placed one of her hands on my head and started to utter a chant.

As the chant went on, I started to feel a little weird. Not bad weird, I felt really warm and really comfortable.

The feeling receded somewhat when the chant was finished and I opened my eyes to find that I had a dim gray light emitting from my body. I was about to ask about it when another thing happened. All of a sudden, it felt as though every single dopamine receptor in my brain started firing at once. It felt like I was in heaven.

My eyes rolled back into my head, my tongue flopped out, and my legs went all wobbly. The last thing I could remember was slowly falling forwards before everything went black.

When I woke up I was laying in bed and I had a massive headache. I laid there in agony for a while before my head calmed down and I was able to sit up and I noticed Ozpin sitting at the table in the corner drinking a mug of something.

He noticed me sitting up so he did the same and walked over. "Ah good. You're awake."

"What happened?" I asked him.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. You have a rare condition known as Aura Deficiency Syndrome, ADS for short."

"What does that do?"

"It means you have an abnormally weak aura."

"Oh. Is that bad?"

"Yes, whereas the aura of a trained user could potentially keep them protected from a few seconds of prolonged gunfire, you may only be able to survive a few well placed shots. It is not all bad however. The condition also makes you more sensitive to aura. This has the effect of aura being able to heal you faster, it recharges itself faster, and your aura will grow faster than most other people's will but this greater sensitivity typically results in an aura high. When you use your semblance or a large amount of aura flows through you, it will cause a wave of euphoria throughout your body which can last anywhere from a few seconds to a couple of minutes and usually results in the afflicted falling into unconsciousness. When Glynda activated your aura you experienced aura high and you passed out from overstimulation."

"Oh." 'I want to do that again.' "Speaking of Glynda, where is she?"

"After we unlocked your aura we were supposed to spend the rest of the day explaining our world to you but then you fell unconscious. We were not sure when you would wake up so I sent Ms. Goodwitch to a nearby bookstore to buy some books for you to read instead," Ozpin explained. "Before she gets back we need to think of a backstory for you."

"Yeah," I agreed. "What am I gonna tell people if they ask where I'm from?"

"I was thinking we could say that you are from a remote village outside the territory of a kingdom and your village doesn't interact with the rest of the world very often."

"If I'm suppose to be from some remote village what do I say if people question why I'm here?"

"Just say that you heard about Beacon from a visiting hunter and you wanted to see the place for yourself."

I thought about it for a second and couldn't come up with any better alternatives. "Aight."

"Excellent. Now we must wait for Glynda to get back here with those books."

And for the next few minutes, we did just that. We took a seat at the table where the breakfast foods from earlier were still sitting. I grabbed some cold chocolate chip muffins and started chowing down. After my third muffin, there was a knock at the door.

"There she is now," Ozpin said. He go up from the chair and opened door. Glynda walked in carrying four books in her hand which she placed on the bed. I walked over to take a look at what I would be reading later. The first book was titled History of Remnant, the second book was Dust for Dummies, the third book was The Races of Grimm, and the final book was Aura: Secrets of the Soul.

"Now that you have your books, we must return to Beacon but I have two final things to give you first," Ozpin said before pulling a thing out of his pocket. The thing looked like two black handles with a yellow, diamond shaped button holding the handles together.

"This is a scroll," Ozpin said. "Simply put, it's our worlds version of your phone." He then held it out too me and I took it from his hands. "To turn it on press the button in the middle and pull out the sides."

I did as he said and was surprised when the handles split apart and were connected by a see through screen.

"And finally, seeing as you have no money, I have signed you up for Beacon's financial assistance program." He pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it to me. It was a bank card belonging to the Bank of Vale if the words on the front were to be believed. "I have created an account at the bank in your name. There's 2000 lien in the account currently and an additional 100 lien will be deposited at the start of each week for your entire four years at Beacon (For simplicity, I'm going off the assumption that one lien is equal to one USD). However, the money is not free as you will be expected to eventually pay all the money back after you graduate. Tomorrow, I would recommend you go shopping for everything that you will need during your stay at Beacon, such as clothes. I'll see you on monday." Then he and Glynda walked out.

'Speaking of Monday, what day is it today?' I thought. I took out my new scroll and examined it for a bit before looking for what I needed. The scroll could fold up which was nice but the screen was see through which seemed like a major design flaw. 'What if you're watching, like, really, REALLY messed up porn on a bus or something?' I thought, 'Everyone'd be able to see what you're watching!'

When I was done fucking around, I turned it on and spent the next five minutes opening and closing various programs trying to find out which one was the internet, if there was one. When I finally found it after clicking on an app called Dustnet, it opened to a site called Dust Search which I assumed was this world's equivalent of Google, and I searched for a calendar. I found one and It said that the day was Saturday, September 2nd, 2017 A.D. which meant that I completely missed summer break. I was surprised that they used the gregorian calendar but then I saw the A.D. part and I had to search what it meant for this world. Apparently, it meant After Dust. 'So the year is the same but there is a time difference of about six months which means my birthday is now sometime in December,' I thought to myself. I then realized that I only had one day before I had to go to Beacon.

The next thing I did was pull out my phone to adjust the time and I was given a message on my scroll. Storage device detected! Transfer storage? Yes/No. I pressed yes and a loading bar appeared on the screen. A few minutes later and it was done. All my games, music, soundboards, and other apps where now on the scroll.

Just to test it out, I loaded up Terraria and while I only meant to check if it worked, I got distracted and ended up playing for a few hours.

I finally got back on track a few hours later after killing the eye of cthulhu. It was approaching midnight but I wasn't overly tired yet so I decided to go explore the dustnet.

One of the first things I decided to check out was what kind of porn they had here. I found a site and one of the first things I saw was a thumbnail to a video of a woman with dog ears getting railed. At first, I thought it was just furry porn but then I read the title, Hot dog faunus gets fucked from behind, and I got confused as to what faunus meant.

One search later and I had my answer. The ears were 100% percent real. Depending on who you asked, the faunus were either a race, subspecies, or seperate species of people that had the traits of animals. Of my limited knowledge of biology, I leaned more towards the belief that they were another race.

I also learned two other big things about the faunus. Faunus were subject to racial discrimination similar to african americans in 1950's america. Although the problem was apparently getting better, it had spawned a terrorist group called the white fang. One of the articles I read compared the white fang to the grimm, so then I asked myself, 'Wtf is a grimm?' and a searching did I go.

The grimm were monsters. Like, literal monsters, not the metaphorical kind. Stealing a basic description from one of the sites, the grimm are soulless beings born of darkness whose only desire is to kill. Ozpin's school taught people to become hunters which killed these things.

It'd be fair to say that I started having some second thoughts on the plan. I was a 16 ½ year old highschool student, not a trained fighter. The only thing I had ever killed, besides a bug or a fish, was a bird and I felt incredibly guilty for a week afterwards. Granted, I was only eight but still. In the combat department, the only thing that I had going for me was that I was knowledgeable in weapons but had little to no experience actually using them. Speaking of weapons, I didn't even have one!

'Death by monster or death by starvation in the streets?' The choice seemed clear so I decided to power through it for a lack of any other options. Besides, I probably wouldn't have to fight any of the grimm until much later into the school year.

It was 12:03 when I woke up, but then I just laid in bed for another hour so I really got up at 1:15. I got dressed in the same clothes I had worn for three days now. I remembered what Ozpin had said yesterday about buy new clothes and I agreed that it was time for some new threads. I grabbed my wallet and my scroll, leaving my phone here, and I headed out for the day to do what I as an American do best. I was going shopping.

The first thing on my list was getting some different clothes. I wasn't a woman so shopping for clothes shouldn't take too long and I could move onto the next items I needed.

Step number one was finding a clothing store near me so I pulled out my scroll, found a map, and found one not too far away.

After a few minutes of walking, I came across a small brick building with large windows covered in advertisements. There was a sign above the glass double doors that spelled Hunter's Choice in plain white letters.

When I entered the place, I was amazed at the sheer amount of clothing that was everywhere. There were no tables or displays, just stacks of folded clothes from floor to ceiling. Even worse was that the whole thing was arranged like a maze and it took me a good long while to find everything that I needed, three pairs of jeans, two pairs of shorts, two six-packs of underwear, three dozen pairs of socks, five different colored shirts, and a big, green duffel bag. Time to pay for all this garbage.

It took me another long while to find the counter where a hipster looking chick reading a magazine with her feet up and chewing bubblegum was manning the station.

"Um, hi," I greeted awkwardly.

"Sup?" she asked me while giving me an annoyed look.

"Uh, I would like to buy these," I said while holding up the huge pile of clothes in my arms.

"Put em on the counter," she told me. I did and she then slowly scanned each item before putting them in a bag.

"Your total comes out to $68.47," she told me right after she finished bagging.

I nodded and swiped my card through the reader before grabbing my stuff.

"Have a nice day," she said half-heartedly as I left the counter.

'What a bitch,' I thought once outside on the sidewalk.

Now that I had my clothes, the next things that I needed were basic supplies like deodorant, toothbrush, and a shaving razor for my magnificent mustache, my soul patch, and my beard stubble.

I searched for another nearby store and found one a few blocks away. When I arrived, I expected another small store. Instead, I was greeted by a grocery store. In big green letters above the store were the words Greenies Grocery.

When I walked through the automatic doors, the first thing that hit me was the very faint smell of fried chicken. I followed the sight as best I could-which means I turned my head 90 degrees to the left-and found the source of the smell being a deli. Although I was hungry, a fact that was supported by my stomach rumbling just then, I had a mission that needed completing. 'Stuff first, food later.'

It took a lot longer than I'd like to admit to actually find everything I needed. It mostly stemmed from me never really having to do my own shopping before. Usually my mom- A pang of sadness swept through me at the thought of my mother. I didn't really have a mom or dad anymore. They were in another dimension. Seeing as how I wasn't 18 yet, I was technically an orphan. The thoughts were almost enough to make me breakdown crying in the middle of the cereal aisle but I was able to keep it together. I gathered my wits and sought out checkout.

Paying for all my stuff was a lot better this time than when I was at the clothing store. This time it was a really nice elderly guy. Before I paid for everything, I grabbed a pair of earbuds for my scroll and a bottle of Schnee cherry cola from the extra things they had at the checkout line, 'I hope it tastes like Coca Cola,' I thought when I grabbed first saw the soda. Everything came out to a total of only $18.58 which I paid for and then left the store.

By the time I was a ways away from the store, I opened up the soda and I'd did taste similar to my favorite soda. Unfortunately, drinking the soda reminded me how hungry I had been and how I had completely forgotten to buy some chicken. I didn't really want to have to walk all the way back to the store so I decided to drop off my shit at the motel and find a restaurant.

By the time I dumped my stuff off at the hotel and found a place to eat, it was almost six P.M. The place I found was called The crowbar. It was a strange name for a bar & grill but I was not one to judge.

I was currently stood in the waiting area playing on my scroll. There were six people lined up in the entrance way, each waiting for the server guy to find them a seat. It took 10 minutes before it was my turn.

"Hi welcome to The Crowbar. How many people are in your party?" the guy asked enthusiastically.

"Just me."

"And your name?" He asked clicking a pen on the clipboard he was holding.

"Jaydon Castillo."

"Alright." There was a pause as the guy wrote down my name on the board. "Since booth spots are reserved for parties of two or more, I'm going to seat you at the bar. Is that alright?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, it's fine."

"Alright. follow me," and then he led me further into the building.

I sat down on an open seat surrounded by other open seats. When I did, I was handed a menu and told to call over the bartender when I was ready to order.

Instead of opening the thing and looking at all the delicious things I could buy, I set it face down and took a good look around the place. From what I could see, it was just a typical bar and grill. Posters advertising different beers and foods the place sold, T.V.s playing sports matches, some guys playing pool in one corner of the bar, and there were multiple families eating with their children in the various booths.

Seeing the families eating together, smiling, laughing, it brought back my thoughts from earlier about my parents and I felt the dam in my eyes growing weaker. 'Maybe watching one of the games will help me take my mind off things,' I reasoned.

I tried to watch one of the T.V.s but I had no clue what games were being played. Some T.V.s had what looked like Grifball from Halo and others had what looked like arena style combat. Eventually, I just gave up and went back to looking around the bar. What I immediately noticed was a large red crowbar sitting in a display case on the wall in front of me. Examining further, the red paint was scratched away at some places to reveal the metal underneath. Along one side relatively free of scratches were a number of black tally marks. I'm also pretty sure I saw what looked like a trigger on the handle.

"Beautiful ain't she?" someone asked me. I turned my head and saw a guy, who looked to be in about his late 20's or early 30's, leaning over the bar.

"It's pretty nice," I answered him. "Whose is it?"

"It's mine," he answered me back. "Name's Gordon. I'm the owner of this establishment."

"I'm Jaydon"

"Nice to meet you Jaydon." He held out his had for me shake which I obliged. After nearly crushing my hand, we resumed our conversation.

"I called her Old Trusty. She was my weapon back when I was a hunter."

"Oh really? I'm going to Beacon to be a hunter myself."

"Nice." He smiled. "I went to Beacon myself. Some of the greatest years of my life. I was never very good at the profession but there were a lot of beautiful women there and I was quite the ladies man." He flashed me a cheeky grin.

I chuckled and gave a slight grin in return.

"Why don't you order something and I'll tell you about some of my adventures?" He offered.

"Can you give me a minute? I never actually looked at the menu." I admitted.

"Sure." He responded, "Just call me back over when your ready." Then he walked away to deal with another customer. I opened up the menu and began to browse. 'Chicken strips? A safe bet but I kinda want something else. Steak? Nah. Maybe a ham- fish and chips! Hell yeah!' With my mind made up, I called Gordon back over.

"You ready to order now?"

"Yeah. I'll take the fish and chips."

"And to drink?"

"Schnee cherry cola."

"Be ready in about 20 minutes." he reached turned around, grabbed a glass from a stack sitting on the counter across from me, filled it with the tap under the bar, and placed it in front of me before leaving to inform the cooks of my order.

40 minutes later, I was down one serving of fish and chips, two refills of my glass, and a small hot fudge sundae for desert. While I was eating, Gordon was telling me about all the shenanigans he and his team got into while at Beacon,

"-and then we duct taped Klein to the ceiling."

I burst out laughing almost spilling my drink. The storyteller aslo let out a few chuckles.

"Yeah, we got a week's worth of detention for that one, but it was worth it," he said, then noticing I finished my food. "You like your food?"

"Yeah, it was really good," I told him. "How much I owe you?"

"Ah, it's on the house." He waved it off. "Think of it as a celebratory gift for getting into Beacon. Just make sure you tell all your friends about The Crowbar." I told him I would and got up from the bar stool. I went and used the bathroom quickly before leaving the establishment to go back to the motel. Tomorrow was monday and I was going to have a long day. My last thought before falling asleep that night was. 'Maybe this won't be so bad afterall.'

Over the next few months, I would be proven wrong on may occasions.

A/N

Me: You guys want to see something really cringe worthy?

Ruby: What?

Me: What if I pretended to have an imaginary conversation with one of the main characters?

Ruby: Yep. That would be pretty cringey.

Me: It's not like it's even you talking though. It's just kinda me talking to myself disguised as you but I guess this entire story is kinda like that in a way. I could also make you say literally anything.

Ruby: Hitler did nothing wrong!

Me: Congrats. You just offended a whole lot of people.

Ruby: I don't even know who Hitler is!

Me: Doesn't matter *Shoots Ruby in the face and buries her body in a shallow grave in New Mexico before pointing an accusative finger at you* Don't you fucking judge me, I'm bored!

…

I don't even feel like doing a proper A/N after that. Just tell me what you thought of my random jumble of letters and continue onto the stuff below me.

Omake: Holy Oum

Glynda was riding the elevator up to Ozpin's office.

It was the day before the first semester would start and there was still a lot of paperwork to be done.

When the elevator finally reached the top, Glynda could only sigh in disappointment and annoyance.

The office was a mess.

papers were strewn about everywhere, filing cabinets were knocked over, and in the middle of the mess was Ozpin rooting through cabinets and adding to the mess.

"Where is it? Where is it?!" Ozpin keep murmuring.

Every week or so something like this happened.

Many years ago, Ozpin received a handmade coffee mug from one of his past students. The mug was bone white with a red painted handle, the words Decaf is for pussies was written on one side in black sharpie, and the other side held contact information incase the mug was ever lost, which it often was.

The mug wasn't of a very high quality, there was a small crack on one side, one side was taller and thicker than the other sides, and it didn't sit evenly on any flat surfaces. Nevertheless, Ozpin loved the mug dearly and looked past all of its flaws. Unfortunately, the mug also seemed to be cursed.

Every once in awhile, typically once a week, the mug would go missing and turn up in the strangest of spots.

One time it was found on top of the CCTT, it was once found in the bathroom of a McOumalds in Atlas, the mug even appeared inside one of their students once and it had to be surgically removed.

Everytime the mug disappeared Ozpin would go through the same process.

First, he'd start panicking and tear up the entire school trying to find his mug.

Second, he'd get super depressed and believe that he'd never see the mug again.

Third, he would somehow become informed of the location of the mug like the time he had to fight over 100 beowolves while his hands were superglued together because his mug was in the middle of the grimmlands. It's a long, complicated story that would take too long for me to write.

Glynda had once gotten fed up with the mugs antics and had taken it while Ozpin was sleeping and she smashed it into a million pieces and then buried the remains in the emerald forest.

When Glynda woke up the next day, the mug was completely fine and sitting on her bedside table filled with pig's blood. The whole ordeal almost caused her to have a heart attack and she vowed to never mess with the mug again.

Back to the present, Ozpin had searched through every cabinet, drawer, and cupboard in his office, all but one.

Ozpin cautiously approached the cupboard, grabbed the handle, threw it open, and was pounced on by a small beowolf with his coffee mug in its mouth.

"Holy Oum!" Ozpin cried, "There's a fucking grimm in the cupboard!"

Glynda only sighed again, stepped back into the elevator, and pressed the down button.