Alright! time for a new chapter in this series of my fanfic!

I've spent a good week working on this chapter considering my schedule with college and all, but I'm glad I've finally managed to finish it this week.

Though there is a chance I won't post a new chapter next week, or the week after that due to my assignments and upcoming exams.

Anyway, now that you've got a heads up, enjoy the chapter!


Chapter 1: A New Beginning

My earliest memories were about the warmth of darkness, a seemingly infinite void that swallows all and where all had once come from, it is where all shall return to. Beyond that warm darkness was a cold light, the disparity was so sudden, so quick, my first emotion was of anger at being disturbed, but it was only briefly when I felt something envelop my, it was warm yet unnatural, so gentle. I was curious about this warmth and struggled to open my eyes. When my eyes open, I saw a great many colours of varying origins, I didn't know what they were, but they were so distinct from the warmth of darkness and the cool of light. However, the colours were so indistinct with each other, they mix and mash with each other, being so fuzzy as the blue colours migrate nearby. There was another blob, one that covered half my vision, it was...brown? Yet they held traces of white.

My vision was arranging improvements, yet thoughts entered my head. 'How do I have this knowledge? why do I know all this?' These thoughts echoed through my head, but it was all silenced when I heard a distortion along with feeling something place itself on my hand, out of curiosity, I wrap my small fingers around it and observe at what it was with wide-eyed curiosity. I look at the source of the feeling to see that it was a finger, but bigger. I followed the finger and as my vision enhanced itself; I was able to see things more clearly from a distance, and what I saw was a woman's face. She was smiling at me as if I was the greatest thing in her world, which confused me to a great extent until it came to me.

'I'm...a baby? How did that happen? I remember-?!' My thoughts were cut short as the woman, presumably my birth mother, cooed at me and kissed the top of my head. Out of instinct, I close my eyes and squirm under her affection, causing her to smile at my movement. "L...He's so...I won...ame him?" My mother said.

'She's asking someone what my name should be?' I thought as I tried to move my head but felt so tired and lazy that I couldn't turn to see the figure, but I did see something of interest that made me jolt out of my laziness...or is it my baby forms laziness? It was hard to tell since I was a lazy person before being turned into a baby. Hard working but lazy nonetheless. 'That ring, no, that symbol! Why is it here? Does that mean I'm in-'
"It shou...olor naming rule." A masculine voice said whom I can only assume is my father. I couldn't tell where his voice was coming from, but I immediately begin to deduce what he said.

'A naming rule? Hmm, I only know of one show with something akin to a naming rule...does that mean I'm in Remnant? How? I don't remember dying at all, just getting on the bus to go to my college and get ready for my group assignment...which is worth 20% of my overall grade...I stopped questioning my lack of sanity long ago, but, is it wrong for me to prioritize a group project over my current circumstances? My common sense says yes while my subconsciousness says otherwise,' I thought while looking at my new family... 'I'm going to sound callous to my old family, but perhaps I can use this chance to right the wrongs I've done and better myself than I did in my old life... A life filled with good intentions but poor decisions that forever screwed my chances at a university and doing my dream goal of being a writer… A life in which I don't have to be feeling like a failure to my parents.'

I looked up at my new mother and witnessed her letting out a gentle smile. "Hmm, How about we name you Aku, is that a good name for you Sweety?" My world came to an immediate screeching halt as my mother spoke the name of a badass villain from Samurai Jack of all shows...I like the show, I'm not trying to insult it in any way, just shocked that she chose a villains name. 'Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, NO! That is not a good name, in fact, that is the opposite of good! It's not a good name! Aku is a terrible name to give to your child who is secretly a teenager reincarnated!' I try and move my body around to give a message about disagreeing with that name; However, most of my body is wrapped in a warm, cozy blanket, except my hand which is grasping my mother's finger. I used my finger and frantically smack my mothers finger in an attempt to make her realize my disagreement.

I didn't need to smack her hand for a long-drawn amount of time since she looked down and saw my face. 'I don't know what face I'm making since I'm a baby, but I don't care! Just any other name than Aku, please! No offence to anyone named Aku, it's just I'm in an environment where Grimm, Dust and magic may exist, and where almost every damn weapon is a flippin gun. I don't want to have my fate be tied to Salem...even if she's hot, I just want to be my own free person-ah fuck my life, I had to jinx myself didn't I...' I thought disgruntled as my mother saw my plight against the name.

"Hmm, I don't think he agrees with that name dear," my mother said to my father. "perhaps we should pick a different name with a similar meaning?" She suggested, as to why I don't care.

My parents began discussing what my name should be and I let out a yawn during their talk. Fortunately, my dozing off sped time up as they seemingly stopped talking, garnering my attention as I looked at my mother who beams at me. 'I wonder what name she picked, hopefully, not Voldemort, because if my last name is a colour, then I'm going to do everything in my power to prevent them from giving me a villainous name!' I thought triumphantly, while my mother smiles.

"He seems to like the new name, honey~," My mother smiles as I stop my thoughts. 'What?'

"I don't know, It is a bit long, dontcha think?" my father interjected, most plausibly coming to my rescue. 'My name is long? please don't let it be a long yet somehow related to evil kind of name?'

"Nonsense, his face looked positive, I'm sure having this name is a good idea!" My mother cheered with a kind smile. 'ugh, curse my bleeding heart with that smile, just tell me the bloody name already!' My questions were soon acknowledged as my mother looked at me and caresses my cheek, instinctively I lean in and hear what she has to say what my name will be with open eyes gazing at her face. "You hear that my baby boy~," She cooed. "Your first official name will be Ramachandra."

'...what was it that Johntron said? ah, now I remember,' I thought in confirmation as my body jolted thinking of this meme/set of words. 'WHAT?!...WHAT THE FUCK!?'

The downside to my mother seeing my body language leads her to misinterpret my meaning and smiles while my father's face arrives into my view and places his palm on my mother's shoulders. Now that I think about it, what do my parent features look like? It might better help me ascertain my appearance ahead of time, so I don't get jumped by it when I look into a mirror. I look at my father and see his features. He has slightly tan skin, but he's wearing a T-shirt, which reveals pale skin underneath, denoting him as a farmer with a farmers tan. He also had Ivory looking hair, perhaps white. 'Wait, does that mean he bears a small DNA of the Schnee family? Or was the stress of being a possible farmer what transitioned his hair from its original colour to now? Wait, what was that condition called again? I know I heard of it from Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou...ah! I believe it was called Marie Antoinette Syndrome? Maybe he suffered from a Grimm attack or the extreme stress? Or I could be over complicating things and could have just gone with him being born with white hair...' I thought as my eyes wandered to his own. His eyes are golden like, perhaps more of an amber colour. 'I don't really know, I've never been good at discerning the differences with colour when they are so similar!'

Instead of giving myself a world record for having a headache at the youngest age, I decided to look at my mother's features once more due to how forgetful I am sometimes at remembering other people's features. 'Right, her hair colour is... Brown with traces of white and her eyes are...NOPE! NOPE, NOPE, NOPE! OUTA THIS HOUSE, OUTA THIS HOUSE! SPIRITS BE GONE!' I internally panicked as I saw my mother's eyes. I wiggle my body and open my mouth to panic with wide eyes, but all that came out was garbled and failed attempts at communications. As always, my parents misinterpret what my body is doing and what my mind is doing, but I couldn't blame them since I'm a freakin baby! 'Her eyes, I got to be seeing things! they have to be grey coloured because I vow to all that lives and breathes, I'm gonna wear sunglasses everywhere I go and pretend I'm blind in some cases too, just to avoid Salem!'

However, I couldn't panic for long as I let out a yawn which is cute to my parents but terrible in my case since I still need to be awake to get a better understanding of where I am. 'I could be in Remnant, or I could be in another world entirely, but damn...too sleepy, must obey...' I thought as my eyes slowly closed themselves and I fell into a possibly deep slumber.


I eventually woke up from my slumber and seem to have calmed down a great deal considering yesterday's freak out session at me possibly having silver eyes, I look up at the ceiling and realize that it's dark with a slight illumination of the moonlight. 'huh, it's dark now, guess that might help determine if I'm in Remnant or not,' I thought as I turn my head, but instead, I see a thick plastic barrier, blocking my view from looking out the window. but it did give me a blurry shape of the moon, and from what I can remember of the moon, it's supposed to be shaped like a circle, but I'm seeing something that looks like most of it is a circle, while a portion of it looks like it's pointing somewhere. 'So it confirms it...well at least until I actually see the moon or a Grimm, but I'm officially in another world.' I thought, I tried to let out a sigh, but I ended up releasing another yawn as I looked to the blurry visage of a moon, closing my eyes and trying to sleep once more.

My eyes snapped open at a familiar sensation, I could undoubtedly tell what it was since this sensation had been with me for years, my breathing began to increase because of it; because of the fact, my hand is shaking once more. 'Why? I thought this was my second chance? so why is my hand still shaking?' I thought sniffled before I eventually started crying, hot tears were leaking out of my eyes as the staff of the hospital I was in came in and began to calm me down. I cried myself to sleep that night, knowing my past would still somehow find its way to Remnant to haunt me.

'Why does something bad always have to happen to me…' where my last thoughts before slumber.


I eventually woke up again, for who knows how many times, but unlike the previous times where I ended awake in my mother or father's arms or a crib in the hospital. This time is different as I am at a cabin of some sorts. My eyes wander to my mother who is looking out in the distance, but the ceiling is moving back and forth. 'Hmm, I'm finally out of the hospital...I've been moping and being depressed for a long time...no it was only 1 week since I've been being negative! I need to be positive for my parents and future!' I thought as I made baby sounds to catch my mother's attention. My mother looks at me and smiles softly at me while I move my arms and open and close them repeatedly. 'Come on, try and be happy, I'm moving out of my comfort zone to be hugged in the open here!' I thought embarrassingly.

My mother lifted me up from her lap and hugged me. While I wanted to do the same, I had to pretend to be a baby and put my arm around her neck while the other pats your shoulder, or is it smack since my baby strength is the equivalent of a pat? I didn't care, but my mother's mood seems to have risen as she turns me around to look at the field. I forced my eyes closed at the sudden transition from looking at a shaded window to looking at a sunny courtyard. However, the change is welcomed as I now know my father is a wheat farmer...who is currently having his ass be thrown around by a dude with a goatee who looks like he is from Halo but more post-apocalyptic. "Look, Rama; your father is training to defend our village from the Grimm, though I guess I showed you how he was doing at the wrong time huh," My mother aid with an awkward laugh while I watch my dad get back up with a wooden sword and run at the person whom I assume is a fully trained Huntsman.

My interest was peaked when I watched my dad assault the huntsman with multiple attacks which chained together into a long series of combos. 'Hmm, interesting," I thought intrigued as I watched my dad gets parried by the Huntsman but countered it by moving a third of his body back except his front foot and thrust all his weight forward to enact a single, powerful thrust, that's bearing his body's full weight. Only to be countered with the Huntsman sidestepping my dad's attack and playfully push his back, and causing my dad to slam into the ground with a loud "OOF!". I didn't even need to wince since my mother did it for me. Though one thing was for sure. 'Hmm, he could have gone with a slash attack going up if he let his blade went with the flow instead, beginning a new chain of combos back from there, though, is it wrong for me to prioritize the short forms of my name over observing my dad get his ass handed to him?' I thought to myself and pondered over it for at least a few seconds. 'Nah it's probably okay, better thinking on my name than watch my dad humiliate himself in front of his son~' I smoothly covered for myself as I get to thinking while my mother feeds me applesauce.

'Rama, where have I heard that name before?' I thought as I took another spoon of my food. 'Ah, Rama Saotome right? I hope I pronounced it right? A martial arts fighter who gets his gender-reversed when soaked with water right? Wait, I know almost nothing about him aside from those 2 pieces of information? Well, piss, I'm going to have one hell of a field day in the next few years. Though I wonder what meaning the other half of my name means if I'm being called by the name Chandra? Hmm, Chandra, Chanda, Chandran, Chandrer, Chandler...Dammit, my fate is tied with Salem, why did I have to jinx it...' I internally sulked as I took another bite. 'I was never able to grasp at what Chandlers name meant from nanatsu no taizai, aside from its Romaji version saying Chandorā. But if my name in a way eludes to him, then there is a hypothetical theory that I may be 80 years before the canon plot of RWBY; if that is the case then I may be able to spread my influence once I'm oooollllder and the Huntsman just pulled out a mecha-shift bazooka that just turned into multi-spiked drill...I take back what I said, I'm probably almost probably 2 decades away from canon RWBY. Cause, me being here has to have some sort of metaphysical meaning in some way, well regardless. I now know what to do with my life here on Remnant that coincides with my goals of making my own book and living a comfortable life here on Remnant that doesn't involve me having to look out for incoming Grimm. Wait a minute, why does the Huntsman have his weapon out?' I thought in realization as I move my head to the side and see the decayed bodies of a few Beowolves and an Ursa on the ground.

'Huh, looks like their textures are post revamped, that's good. Now I have to worry about not being scared by an Alpha beowolf post revamped because the update in Amity arena sure made them look a bit intimidating even if it was a game that was sort of chibified.' I thought as my father watches the huntsman in admiration, but that was short lived when they began training again, resulting in a fiercer spar than before. 'Hnn, he must want to end this spar quickly before patrolling the town for signs of Grimm,' I hypothesized as I watch my dad continually make mistakes that I could have done better, even though I have no experience in using a weapon at all!

'Maybe I can make a career in creating weapons to sell? Or be a private combat teacher?' I thought as I imagined myself as a combat teacher only for my thoughts to go to Drole and Gloxinia's tattered corpses on the ground. I shivered in a realization because of Chandler and me possessing similarities in personality when it comes to how protective we are of those we care and the lengths we would go to if we can not hold our regular, joyous character.

My mother looks down on me in worry of me being cold and places me sitting on her lap before enveloping me in a warm hug. I felt my face warm up when she did so and pondered on what to do since Life is harsher than it was in my old world... 'I know what to do now...' I thought triumphantly in my head as I prepare myself to cast a storm that will make Ragnarok look like vomit...because I appeared to have vomited on my mom's hands. 'Sorry mom,' I thought as my mom cleaned my mouth and her arms before going back into the house to give me a bath. 'My baby days are going to be the most uncomfortable days of my life...if people find out I'm reincarnated, I'll pull an Ozma and say I awoke in this body when he was no longer being breastfed...' I thought in horror as my mother opened the door to the bathroom and prepared the tub. 'No one must ever find out about this...'

A few weeks have passed since I came to Remnant and I'm currently in a stroller being driven downtown for groceries with my mother through a town that looks like Oniyuri. 'Hmm, if I get a job as a weapon vendor in Mistral, I might be able to gain Pyrrha's attention in making her a weapon, and I wouldn't have to worry about sounding like a kid since I've taken college courses...despite my courses being meant for a computer programmer. I also know some things about metals that would best suit a weapon. For example, maraging steel is best suited for the body while 5166 spring steel is best suited for the blade of Miló due to its properties being slightly superior to that of a 5160 spring steel,' I thought in my head while my mother comes and gets the groceries. 'Unfortunately, My knowledge of guns is inadequate to the point I just simply want to leave all the work on that to someone else.'

I let out a sleepy yawn as I mentally taxed my body beyond its current brain capacity once again. "Aw, is my little Moonlight sleepy again~," my mother cooed as I lazily look at her with a look saying "please don't call me that" but because of my bodies altercations, I've had to try and get used to my new face which was arduous enough since my body isn't even one month old yet. I'm almost going to be that old in the coming few days, but my bodies old habits to move around every few hours had made some of my nights rather sleepless for my parents with having to wake up in rotations every hour to make sure I'm suitably asleep. Not moving around like a baby rocking his or her own crib.

I grabbed hold of mom's finger when she was tickling the side of my neck, which abruptly stopped my laughter but kept my smile up which was disappearing slowly and pretended to be fascinated with her hand and try to tickle her hand which was basically a series of me opening and closing my hand right against her skin. This is a good move, much to my chagrin as my mother smiles at my supposed curiosity and kisses my forehead before kneeling in front of my stroller and say. "Ramachandra, I know you won't remember this conversation or these words," She says as I found the irony in her sentence but listen nonetheless at what she is going to say. "Even though I don't have the semblance to see the future, or even have my aura unlocked." She laughed to the side before facing me once again and brush my cheek. "I have this feeling that you're going to do big things in the future, things that would leave an impact on this world, Ramachandra, so if you believe that there is something you want and your set, I'm sure you'll achieve it through the hardships in life. I'm sure you'll soar higher than everyone else."

When my mother said that, I saw sadness, worry and fear in her eyes momentarily before they were hidden in her happiness. 'I may be socially introverted and have little friends even in my old life, but I have a knack for understanding emotions mom...What the hell is coming mom? and why did you tell me words that signified your death flags?' I thought perplexed as my mother continued shopping.

Sleep didn't come easy for me for the next few nights. My thoughts were in complete disarray as I frantically prepare myself in finalization for my path to become a Huntsman or better yet, get enough power to protect whatever my mother was afraid of. 'Okay, the first order of business...rip off every franchise I know and recreate what I know here! Because this is Remnant and a person being afraid will somehow bring a shit ton of Grimm somehow because of anime logic! Also, I think it's time I address a problem that I've been avoiding since the day of my birth!' My thoughts came to a momentary halt as I contemplate what I just said. 'I cannot believe I just said that...ANYWAY! Going back on topic, why does my mom have the Ring of A? it is still a concept for my book yet lo and beholds, she is wearing it on her ring finger! If that really is the ring from my book series and not some decorative marriage ring, then holy shit my fate is already sealed before-...in my lore for the Lexicon tribe; I wrote down that at one point around the discovery of the new world, Dragonion knights were being hunted down for sport and sometimes for a purpose. Like Hitler ambushing the head chief of the Lexicon tribe during world war II, just to prevent him from discovering the fact that the Jews were being gassed and tip the scale of power to his favour by obtaining the 3 relics of the Lexicon tribe, only to backfire, resulting in the destruction of Hamburg Germany. If something similar to that is happening in Remnant, then that means my mother is either a Lexicon, which means I would have to kill myself before I suffer badly or it could be something similar to my series I was making but different enough that it's not related but similar. Which also means she isn't a Lexicon so no future suicide when I turn 18. Damn that went dark fast...' I thought in realization as I wished I was reincarnated here with damaged memories instead of having them all intact. 'Sometimes I want my Ignorance to be bliss instead of irritation...' I internally sighed as I close my eyes and open them again to see my father staring at me from above the crib…

"..."

'...'

'OHMYGODWHATTHEFUCK!WHATTHEHELLDAD!WHYTHEHELLDAD!' I internally screamed in fright as my body jolted and began to cry from my dad scaring me out of nowhere. Even though I'm still panicking/crying. I could see that my dad flinched from staring and proceeds to try and calm me down by gently rocking me in...his...arms...

'I...really need to...have better regulations...of my own emotions...' I thought before drifting asleep once more.


I woke up with a yawn and lazily open my eyes to see the ceiling of my home. 'I wonder what's for breakfast?' I thought as I'm now 1 day over a month old. Time has been passing by faster than usual whenever I'm by myself, mainly due to the fact I no longer have to pretend I'm a baby around my parents, however, after the events of a few days ago, my dad has been suspicious of my behaviour. I overheard him telling mom that he woke up to check up on me, but began to worry when I had my eyes open and made no move, however, he sighed in relief when he heard my breathing and watched me for over 30 minutes before I flinched and began crying.

Now, I don't know how a baby is supposed to act like, but what I did last night was a bad idea. So I've elected to try and keep my thoughts as short as I can..at least until I'm a kid again, that way, I don't have to have people be suspicious of a kid thinking of the future...right?

'I have to keep everything in the back burner until I'm 5 years old...hopefully, I can manage and not forget,' I thought as my dad walks inside the room and picks me up from my crib. I look at his eyes and see that he still holds suspicion. 'I need to ward his suspicions off of me, time for baby Ramachandra to play house...I am going to go mad one of these days.' I internally sighed as I make sense of my surroundings.

He is currently holding me in one of his arms while his other hand is wiping away the drool allocated on the side of my mouth and cheek. I decided to try and do the last thing I ever want to do because it is embarrassing and gross to a grown teenager but possibly the right thing to do as a baby boy still growing up. I grabbed my dads thumb and put it in my mouth. 'No one must ever find out I can remember this far back, and FFFRICK! It's so hard to do this without gagging or vomiting!' I thought as I gnaw on my dad's thumb with my gums. 'urgh, don't shed tears please...' I thought in disgust as my dad sighed.

"I guess the lack of sleep was getting to me," my dad sighed as he pulled his thumb from my mouth, I extend my hands to try and fail to take back his thumb.

"I thought there was something unnatural about you, but I guess your mother was right about her family always being off in one way or another," My dad said garnering a mental eye twitch from me. "Honestly, I was worrying for noth-huh?" My dad stopped talking and begin sniffing the air.

'I've said this everytime this happens, I still haven't gotten full body control,' I thought as my dad sniffed my diaper and reel back from the putrid smell. "Yup, definitely worrying for nothing."

After my dad changed my diaper, much to my great humiliation and shame over the fact that I'm forever reminded that I need to be potty trained again. My dad brought me out of the house and towards the town. 'Huh? Why are we going to town? And where's mom?' I thought as dad carries me towards one of the big buildings.

'wait...big building, a village outside the kingdom...I hate to assume things, but this seems like the chapter from Le MAO XXV fanfiction My Turn, where the townsfolk have gathered about the upcoming Grimm threat with a team of students coming,' I thought as dad walked inside the large building and towards a large group of civilians gathered around, which is already worrying in itself.

I looked around the large building as dad tries to find a seat and found mom on a stage with the Huntsman and an elderly man who seems troubled. 'He is concerned, and rightly so considering my unstable emotions,' I thought as all voices died down when the elder raised his hand. 'This is going to be worrisome.'

"Everyone, I thank you for gathering here," Sanctus sai- wait, what?

'Am I hearing things? or did I just hear Sanctus voice from devil may cry 4?' I thought perplexed while looking at the old man who doesn't look like Sanctus speak.

"While the past few months have been tense with the increase in Grimm activity including the few attacks in where the Grimm grew bold enough to enter our village to attack, I have called all of you here to share big news, both bad and good." The elder said which threw me in for a doubtful loop.

'I'm not hearing things, that is Sanctus voice! Wait, I have to tread carefully, some fanfictions have iterated the antagonists as good guys with a change of heart or AU's. While the elder doesn't physically look like Sanctus but has his voice, he could be a good guy.'

"I'm afraid fifteen more people in the village have died yesterday night from the infamous murderer, Jack the Ripper," The elder said causing the people to panic.

'A murderer...in the village...please don't hurt my family, my mind is already in a bad state...' I thought as almost everyone is panicking, I glance at dad to see him sweat in worry as he looks around but he and I flinch as everyone was silenced by a loud gunshot followed by the sound of wood breaking.

"Thank you, Edmund," The elder expressed before he continues to speak. "Now, this may prove to be a shock, from the number of killings, but I can assure you all, that the murders will stop now."

'Um, how? Unless you've got the guy captured, I'm pretty sure most people here can tell when someone is going to give them false hope,' I thought with a stare. I saw my mother look at us and I move my hands to try and reach for her. She smiles sweetly at us, and a small wave is sent our way. 'They've got the guy captured.' I deadpanned in thought as my mom smiling at a time like this when the elder is giving news is somehow off-putting unless one thinks on it like me...

'Oh shoot, they're still going!'

"-Callows!" The elder said as he removes the hood from a man's body revealing someone who looks similar to Tyrian Callows.

'...piss, I feel like I'm pulling a Qrow, but with the number of emotions that just went through me in the past few seconds may spawn an incoming Grimm attack,' I thought guiltily, as I did not expect another Callows to exist here on Remnant. 'But why? Why am I this close to someone who has a name connection to Tyrian and in turn, a connection toward Salem?' I thought to the universe and the 2 gods who left Remnant. I let out a yawn as my body became tired again but stared at the Callows who appeared to have a scorpion tail and features similar, yet different to Tyrian.

"Now that his identity is exposed and he is here in chains. Our village may rest easy tonight and the nights come forward," The elder said as Callows was forced up by the huntsman and escorted out with mom. "Now unto other things, such as this year's harvest."

I decide to tune the elder out as he talks about farm work and wanders into my mind. 'I wonder what role my mom has in this village?'


A few months have passed by, and I am wondering about something big. 'I wonder what my semblance might be like since I'm in Remnant? then again, I'll probably get a bunch of Migraines thinking on it,' I thought as I am being carried by my dad in a baby carrier thing...yeah, I'll call it that. 'Still though, When reading some of the fanfics, many thought Jaune's semblance would be healing or be more than what he is. Like donning a suit of armour made of aura or stopping time itself. Hell people I thought his semblance was gaining access to his ancestor's souls like the Lucis Caelum family![1]'

I felt someone poking my cheek, and I look to see it was my dad holding a spoon and saying words with a smile which shows off his inhumanly sharp teeth, I shrugged and took a bite as he barks outa laughter and begins ranting to mom at how responsive I am... Wait, what, did I narrate about him having inhumanly sharp teeth!?

I look at dads face as he laughs before mom comes over and pinches both his cheeks and pulls them apart, further exposing his teeth. 'Either he pulled a hunger game and had his teeth sharpened like that woman in the 75th hunger games[2], or he is born with those teeth as a Faunus, because regardless of which, my dad would look like an intimidating badass!' I thought before retracting the badass part of my statement when he is flat on the ground calling uncle, slapping the dirt with his hands all the while my mom sits triumphantly on his back.

"If you 2 are going to act like grown children, take it to your bedroom, so your son doesn't have to see this shit!" An older male voice complains as the source comes through the bush, revealing himself as the Huntsman-correction, Edmund, who's currently training my dad. "Because he can do well with an actual mature person instead of you 2 lovebirds."

'OOH, SNAP! TALK ABOUT A BURN!' I commented internally at the Huntsman before looking to mom. 'I wonder how she'll fire back?'

"Hmph, well it just shows how passionate we are in showing our affection to each other, unlike our pride of being parents, Mr.I was the strongest before having my butt handed to me in public!" mom shot back to the Edmund who became flushed and stammered something incoherent.

'...damn, that was savage, though, now I wonder who it was that beat him,' I thought as Edmund sunk down and grumble to himself, crossing his arms as he walks back on the trail we've been travelling on.

I pondered at who beat Edmund, including mom into the theory since I've been noticing how she carries herself and how she helped escort Tyrian-I mean Callow's who looks like Tyrian, to prison. I felt Dad pick me up and hoisted me back on the baby carrier much to my struggle at the hate of it. Nevertheless, we went back on the trail and through nature to somewhere, where. I have no idea, but waking me up early to dress me into outdoor clothes better be worth having to be awake at 6 in the fricking morning!

While my parents are hiking, I notice a bunch of mountains to our left and thought, 'Are those the mountains, in front of the city of Mistral?' I thought as I'm carried further down the trail until I hear the sounds of running water coming close to us. 'oh, so we're having a picnic near a river? Or is it a waterfall?'

My thoughts were answered as we arrived at a clearing, revealing a waterfall along with the ground changing to stone, there were a few stone areas on a lower part...basically this area looks like giant steps that are damaged, made of stone and have a waterfall running through it from the top of a cliff. I'm not that good at describing areas that have nature in them, sue me!

'I can describe stuff when given time and- oh hey, my mom made sandwiches.[3]'

My attention was shifted from the large waterfalls cascading down the cliff and to a small pond at the bottom of the rocks to another edge in where they fell to another terrace below the pool. This repeats for some time in uneven patterns. Towards my mom who's taking out sandwiches.

I watch as Edmund takes out a tarp and sets it up on a flat stone ground, allowing my mom to place plates on it and put the sandwiches on each plate, with the basket in the center.

'Yay! I wonder what sandwiches mom made?' I thought with a smile as I flap my arms around as if excited by the waterfalls. 'Oh! I can't wait for to...taste...them...I don't have teeth. I can't eat the food mom cooked...FUCK!' I thought in despair over my inability to eat mom's cooking, because it smells delicious.

A low and deep growl being heard behind me made me regret my chosen set of emotions to display internally. 'Why couldn't I be like Brandom Kim[4] or Colt Remington[5]? at least they were reincarnated into bodies similar to their age, that way they get to have better control of their complex emotions and mental state unlike me,' I internally sulk as my dad jumped away from the noise, turning around at the same time while alerting everyone to the Grimm nearby.

My dad was walking back slowly, giving me a front view of the bushes being disturbed as a beowolf prowls through, followed by a skeleton looking Grimm that is malnourished looking and has a human skull with a slouch looking jaw...oh wait that's an Apathy...

'DAD RUN!' I internally shouted while my mouth made a bunch of loud baby noises.

The Beowolf roared and jumped out of the bush but was hit by a fast-moving projectile which exploded, taking the whole Grimm out too. 'HOLY SHIT! THAT'S A SPICY MEATBALL!'

Before I could comment, the Apathy activated its power and let out a screech, siphoning everyone's will to live slowly. 'DAMMIT! WHY IS THERE AN APATHY HERE?!' I internally screamed as I desperately tried to hold on to my will to live. My body began crying as the scream faded and more Grimm appeared before us, my dad with his back against the ground, trying to crawl away from the monsters and Edmund trying to lift his weapon up to take another shot at the Apathy.

The new Beowolf growled at us and lunge to devour us. My dad moved his hands forward quickly to prevent the Beowolf from biting me, but the bloodshed never.

It was too fast for me to see, but I saw something glimmering flew above us and impaled the Beowolf, pinning it to a tree by its neck. My dad took the chance as the Beowolf was killed and crawled back towards where my mom and Edmund are. When I look at the shimmering object attached to the tree, I notice that the object resembles a spear that Dew used in volume 3, in her introduction at episode 2, which begs the question as to why it's here;

My question is answered in the form of multiple other crystallized objects flying above us, impaling the Grimm and killing the Apathy that shrugged of Ruby's bullet like it was nothing. 'Who-'

"Makhaira! Nevermores from above!" Dad yelled, making me flinch as I look up and see the Nevermores swoop down and be flung to the side suddenly, weapons impaling their bodies which disintegrates into nothing.

My dad finally managed to get up and turn around to run to Edmund, who is on the ground, barely able to hold his weapon up and my mom, who has a lot of crystallized weapons, hovering in the air around her.

'Now, that explains why Edmund was flustered instead of mad, mom was the one who beat him, and with a wide array of weapons too.' I thought amazed as my mother grabs hold of a makhaira and dashes forward, going past us which was then followed by the sounds of Grimm howling.

'two things have crossed my mind so far, one. Am I really in Remnant? Or am I in a Final Fantasy XV x RWBY crossover world? And two. Mom, just who are you?'


Yup, Another Chapter done! now for the references, I put there

[1] The Lucis Caelum family originate from Final Fantasy XV

[2] The woman in the 75th hunger games was named Enobaria(I spent nearly an hour going through the wiki just to find what her name was)

[3] I typically have a short attention span and wander on to other things, like my story or theories

[4] Brandon Kim is created by The Library of Strange Stories, he is the author of RWBY: Remnant of Another World and RWBY: New World Hope

[5] Colt Remington is a creation of the author Le MAO XXV, he has good comedy

...I think those are all the references so far in this chapter, please enjoy!