Thank you for all of those that are so supporting of me and my story so far. With every positive review the voices in my head willpower to keep writing this grows more and more.

Also, one or two people have been saying that Philip reminds them of an adult version of Doctor Doofenshmirtz. My only reply to that is...

'Wow, never realized that before.'

I do not own RWBY or any other accidental reference, just my OC.

In case I must say it again, do NOT take this story seriously, it is suppose to make absolutely NO sense and is here to practice my literature skills.


Chapter 3: You're Evil?


Ozpin has been around for a long time now, longer than most people would think. For many years he has done and laid witness to many strange and unexplainable things; Things that no one man should ever have to see in their whole life. At times when he was younger, so much younger, sleep would refuse to embrace his tired mind. His thoughts haunted by the many atrocities he has been forced to watch - some of which he has been force to take part of. However, no matter how unpleasant, or how cruel these actions were, he has endured from time and time again, always for the greater good of all.

That's not to say he hasn't regretted his decisions of the past - oh how he regrets. No, there are days where he still looks back now and then and asks himself, "Maybe if I were to have tried harder?", or "If only I had more time, if only I could've prepared better." Though with each new challenge he has gained something in return.

Experience.

Experience to help the youth of the future from making the same mistakes he and many others have made. It's why he works as the headmaster of Beacon Academy, so he can prepare the hunters and huntresses of tomorrow for the world of today.

Yes, it's safe to assume that Ozpin has seen all of what Remnant has had to throw at him.

"Rollin' Rollin' Rollin',

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin',

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin',

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin', RAWHIDE~!" The roaches sang on his desk.

This...this was something on a WHOLE new different level. Granted, due to his wisdom and experience, the mere thought alone of something surprising him could be considered a joke to many; but he knew better. Still, when five roaches climb on top of your desk and start singing to you?...

Well played Remnant. Well played.

"Rollin' Rollin' Rollin', though the streams are swollen, keep them doggies rollin', Rawhide~!" The supposed lead vocalist roach sang, his backup vocalists providing vocal harmony in the background.

The music for the song seemed to be admitting from their bodies alone, without the need for an instrument or assistance of that manner. How that - or anything right now, was possible, Ozpin didn't know. One minute he was enjoying life's greatest gift to man in the form of the brown liquid nectar resting calmly within his signature mug, the next minute roaches just started to climb up on his desk; Lining up side by side in a row facing him like soldiers from Atlas. Before he could even question the strange and surprisingly bold behavior of these insects, music started to emit from them out of nowhere.

Then came the singing.

He didn't know what was more fascinating, the fact that they had the proper vocal cords to produce such a sound, or the fact that there voices were so deep and soothing, like that of a natural singer. The tone of their voices and music sounded so...different, then any that he could find on Remnant. It's strange how these creatures of vermin could compose such an interesting and beautiful melody.

"Through rain and wind and weather, hell bent for leather, wishin' my gal was by my side~!" The head singer roach continued.

Upon hearing those words, Ozpins thoughts trailed back to Glynda, and by extension, their newest guest.

Before the roaches VIP performance, he was deep in thought with todays absurd turn of events.

What bothered Ozpin about their guest a bit was how he got into the school. It wasn't the fact that he managed to open a portal - Monty knows he's seen that before, but the fact that when Ozpin reached out with his aura to the downed man, he sensed no use of aura.

Not like it wasn't unlocked yet, no, but more like there was none in the first place, like he was born without aura. Even the portal he used to get into the school had no traces of aura; meaning that whatever he did to get that portal to open, he did it without the requirements of aura.

That means that the only way he could've made that portal would either be from the use of some extremely advance technology...

Or by other means.

Before he could indulge on it any further, his scroll received a message. Looking to the device he saw that it was from Qrow. Strange, he wasn't expecting something from him so soon. It had only been four hours ago since the last time he was here. Had he already found something?

Opening it up, he read the message.

'Watch the news, not good.'

Confused, Ozpin turned to his computer. The roaches were to preoccupied to take notice as two of them cross their antennas together; A third roach stroking the two connected antennas, as if playing some kind of solo.

Switching to the news, his eyes widen, glued to the screen as he is unable to do anything other than witness the strange anomaly happening in the city of Vale.

Ozpin couldn't think of any other reasoning for what was happening. It had to be her work, it just had to. He didn't know any other person who could accomplish something like this. Although definitely a different strategy then what she would usually go with, it still had the desired effect. The panicked looks and reactions of the people of Vale could be seen as they ran, most running into their homes for shelter while a few jumped in dumpsters or took cover in stores. The reporter, Lisa Lavender was on the news; Explaining to all the viewers on the situation, but even she seemed to be at a loss for words. No matter who you looked at, they all shared the same looks.

Fear.

And with fear, the Grimm would surely come.

His Scroll once again received another message. Snapping himself out of his stupor, he Opens his Scroll to read the message from Glynda.

'Unsuccessful in getting anything out of our friend.'

Of course. With all this madness he completely forgot the one who might - no, not might, the one who was the cause for this, he was sure of it.

"Move em' on,

Head em' up,

Head em' up,

Move em' on,

Move em' on,

Head em' up, Rawhide~!"

As if heeding the mini singers advice, Ozpin rose out of his seat and made his way to the elevator. Perhaps he will be paying their guest - 'Philip', if what Glynda has told him to be true, a little visit.

Thinking about it. He Wonders how she's handling things.


15 Minutes Ago

..."What?!" Glynda shouted.

"Look, I'm not saying your unattractive or anything," Philip stated. "But I'm just not that kinda guy. Also we just met, like, not even 3 minutes ago! If you're wanting to get into these pants, then I at least expect a nice dinner and movie first. I'm also not into bondage - NOT that I'm judging or anything-"

"Stop!" she demanded, fighting down the heat that threatened to spread across her face.

She scolded herself, how could she have fallen for such a trick? Glynda took another moment to relax. She simply underestimated him. She won't be making that mistake again. Not if he was willing to hit that low under the belt.

She fixed him with another glare. Looking for any signs of change, expecting him to be smug or prideful after he managed to entice a reaction out of her.

Nothing.

If anything he looked confused, if a bit uncomfortable. Good, at least that means he might be willing to cooperate.

"Who, are you?" She started with; Nametag or not it's best to confirm it.

"Oh! How rude of me...My name's Philip Quell Morris-"

"good-"

"Antonio Rodriguez Maxwell Benjamin Alfred Guido Gunther Vadodara-" He paused, taking a breath of air.

*Gasp*

"Addison Jim Joe Jimmie Janet Johnson Oswald the twenty-seventh!...But most people just call me 'shut up you moron'."

...

Okay?

Rubbing her eyes, Glynda could already feel a headache coming along. Ignoring his blatant manner in trying to rile her up, she instead decides to try a different approach.

"Do you know where you are?" She asked instead.

"A sex dungeon?" He answered, tilting his head to the side. As if he was further mocking her by playing dumb.

"No" she said, her irritation slowly rising. "You are in the pristine school of Beacon Academy, home for the many-"

"There's an academy for BDSM!?" He shouted in surprise.

Again for the second time, Glynda was caught by surprise. "Wha-No! This school is home to all hunters and huntresses who-"

"Is THAT what people are calling the more, 'dominate' participants!?" He interrupted, eyes widening even further.

"No that's not-This is not that kind of school!" She tried to explain.

"Oh really? And what do they call you here?"

"I, am Professor Goodwitch" She introduced herself.

"Oh yeah, no, totally believe you now after hearing THAT title." He said rolling his eyes, skepticism clear on his face.

"It's not a title for what your-Why are we having this conversation!?" Finally fed up with Philip's constant repartee, Glynda raised her riding crop. With a flick of her weapon Philip's lips sealed shut; Taking this small moment of peace, she closes her eyes to try and figure out what the hell just happened.

The amount of frustration and annoyance she was now feeling could not even be put into words. Her anger, along with her dwindling patience, was slowing reaching their tipping point.

This man, Philip as he claims - was clearly toying with her now. Since the second he arrived he has brought nothing but more and more questions to his name, and with his clear refusal to take this situation more seriously, she doesn't see why she has to entertain him any longer.

She reached for her scroll, sending a quick message to Ozpin. If he won't take her seriously, then perhaps Ozpin will have a better idea on who would have a more clear approach. If all else fails, then she's sure that General Ironwood will be more than able to persuade him into answering their questions.

Looking at him again, she decides to try with one more question. "It's now clear to me that you're not going to take this seriously. However, despite your behavior, I'm willing to give you one more chance here." She then pulled his face up to the bars with her semblance, letting go of her control over his mouth. "Why, are you here?"

"Would you believe me if I said that I was sucked through a portal without my consent by my own weapon, which I built without having the slightest clue on what it did. All the while battling a five year old?"

...

...

...

Why did she even try again?

pushing him back to the center of the cell, Glynda abruptly turned and walked away. "Professor Ozpin will be here shortly," She turned her head to the side, glaring back at him. "Stay put until then."

"Who?" He asked, showing his confusion even further. If she didn't know any better, she might've been fooled into thinking it was real. Clearly, he's more cleaver than he looks if he can fake it that well.

"Is that another title?" He asked. "Is that suppose to mean something? Like, the wizard of Oz?" After a bit of thought, soon Fear and despair showed on his face. "Wait! I'm NOT into guys! Seriously don't walk away! I don't wanna know why they call him the wizard of Oz!"

Ignoring his rude and false pleas for help, she continued back to the elevator. Never once looking back as his cries faded away as the distance grew. Slowly becoming less and less the farther she went. The migraine that she had started to go away as well.

That man. He was hiding something, that much was clear. Whether it was info about Salem or a possible third party, he clearly has ill intentions in mind.

As the elevator doors open, she was met with the solemn face of Ozpin. Surprised by his quick arrival, she began to explain the situation with Philip, only to be cut off by a Scroll being shoved in her face.

Showing her his Scroll, she took notice of the reporters fear ridden face as she stood in front of the cameraman. Talk about a strange anomaly appearing over Vale was heard from her as she pointed in the direction of said anomaly. The cameraman panned the camera over to where she was pointing to reveal-

Putting a hand to her mouth as a gasp escaped past her lips, she can do nothing but watch the news as they continue with their emergency broadcast. She could see the many citizens running into their homes, as well as the many hunters and police force trying to take control of the situation. yet her main focus was on the cause for all this panic. The voice of the reporter being heard on deaf ears as her eyes drifted to where everyone else's eyes were.

If you were to ask anyone on Remnant about that day, they would tell you that was the day Remnant changed forever. The day that Monty Oum himself reached out his hand, and displayed his power. The day the Grimm, despite the increase amount of negative emotions in Vale, did not even show as they were all scurrying away for cover. As on that day, Remnant experienced something extraordinary.

The day the heavens themselves opened up.

The day the sky tore into two.


What have you done!?

Well, chapter three is finally done. I wanted to make it longer but I just didn't know what else to add.

Anyway, please leave any reviews and please point out any flaws you might detect. Your opinion helps a lot for me.

Expect chapter four to be a bit longer. Hoping to go to 3 or 4 thousand words.

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