"What if?... Jaune really needed some extra spending cash, and Ozpin needed a lab rat."
"Ok, let hour one begin," I say to myself as I settle into the hotel room. It looks like every other hotel room, a single bed, mini-fridge, some painting on the wall that I guess isn't fancy enough for an art gallery. Why am I in this situation, locked in this room for "hours?" Money of course. I mean for the number of zeroes they put at the end of that cheque, I could care less about the "psychological experimentation on the human psyche". But free money, am I right? I pace around to get a feel of the room, the room itself is not really noteworthy. The bed was comfortable enough, at least roadside motel worthy. I walk over to the mini-fridge and surprisingly they actually had drinks in there.
"Random drinks from a hotel mini-fridge, totally nothing to be cautious of." I say as I close the fridge to sit on the semi-comfortable bed, grabbing the TV remote.
"At least they gave me a TV."
Static, click, more static
I've seen The Ring, I know how this ends. I shut the static off and lie down, taking one last look to make sure the static doesn't return, which it doesn't, thankfully. I take out the list they gave to me. No scrolls, No Internet, No outside connection. "Great, this will be fun." I put the paper back in my pocket. Is thinking "What's the worst that can happen?" too cliché?
….
Is it hour four or five now? I'm quickly running out of things to preoccupy my mind with. Pillow Fort, done. Blanket town was also established, before it was invade by the pillow fort. I currently find myself living in the Pillow-Blanket colony. Earlier I ventured into the bathroom land, Towel Ville is planning an invasion, I'm sure of it.
…
Hunger is starting to get to me, I think, if that strange noise from my stomach is any indication. The strange beverages in the mini-fridge are calling to me. I can hear them in their squeaky, fizz filled voices, enticing me. I am not fooled. It's what the people in the walls want me to do, so they can do their "Psychiclogical experiments" on me. I've been tested, I am not a psychic, the force is not real, the doctors just said I had a huge imagination.
Grrgbb
Now the voice in my stomach is starting to question me.
…..
The Static consumes the room as I sit here. It took a while, but I now see the enjoyment the Static brings, I can see the stories it's telling within the fuzziness. I can feel the dryness of my mouth as I walk towards the mini-fridge. There was silence, then the sound of squeaky-fizz filled friend, that cruel temptress from the fridge..
...
A grey haired man is sitting at a wooden desk as gears turn around him, eyes glued to his monitor, mug glued to his hands. He's intrigued by the length of which young Arc has been able to withstand the experiment, far longer than anyone before him.
"How long has it been sir?" A feminine voice says to the right of the man, scroll in her hands as she watches the experiment from it,
"He's been the best subject we've had so far Glynda." the grey haired man takes a sip from his mug. "He's almost lasted the full hour."
"That's a new record." Glyna replies surprised at the statement.
"TOWEL VILLE IS INVADING!" Jaune's voice echoes through Glynda scroll's speakers.
Fin
Author's Note:
Hello again, 2 chapters in one day, this will never happen again. That's like a 200% improvement to my other stories.
This one-shot might be familiar if you've read Trails of Jaune Arc, except with some rewrites. Just wanted to put this out there, I have no plans on making any of these What If's into their own series, but I'm all for people taking these What if's and creating their own stories. I like to think of these as series pilots, they have room to grow and be expanded upon. So each of these what if's are up for adoption, feel free to use them as a base for your own stories.
As always, feel free to review, and if you have any ideas for What If's? I'm all ears.
Till next time.