Okay fuckers, so basically this story is fucking shit and I finally remembered it exists so I thought I'd post some of the stuff I wrote for the next chapter over a year ago. The reasons I stopped writing this are surprisingly sparse. 1) Since Monty Oum kicked the bucket RWBY went to shit so fast it's not even close to funny, that's pretty much it actually. The show is so bad that I barely finished season 4 without throwing up and you might not be surprised to learn that it's kind of fucking irritating to write a story set in a world where no characters actually have an interesting personality. Seriously! I just can't write anything that I enjoy without this version of Naruto killing half of the main characters for fun because if he doesn't I have to write (God forbid) actual dialogue between him and RWBY characters. Who are all one dimensional and shit, even qrow who I thought had incredible potential is just dreary to watch. It would just go round and around in circles. So I completely forgot about it and moved on.

Admittedly looking back on this story some of it is pretty cringey but I guess it could've been worse. I kind of do wanna try and give fanfiction another shot so I'll leave this story up if anyone wants to post a suggestion in the reviews. I haven't really written anything substantial in quite a while and with exams coming up I'd like to get my writing better. I don't really know what universe I want to try, I kind of want to pick a universe and just have the main character be really relaxed and kind of logical/sarcastic. So feel free to suggest something you want to see. Anyway; here's some of what the next chapter would've been. You can kind of pick up on how it meanders around with no clear purpose, ah well whatever.

"Be glad you're even alive.'
Be furious you're going to die."
― Joseph Heller, Catch 22

"Record entry #463, the date is... unknown, the time is... slipping inexorably away. At the insistence of my guidance counsellor, who might very well be dead, I have continued to document my thoughts in recorded form. Since my last entry I seem to have been apprehended by a mysterious group of muffin people, they seem angered, by what? I cannot say but I shall tread with caution nonetheless, I do not wish to anger them further."

He was interrupted from his musings by a spluttering reply "don't want to anger them further?! You've killed over a hundred people since we first found any information on you!"

He was ignored.

"My dreams are still haunted by dead marshmallows and the intake of colourful pills does not seem to be helping. It seems that my previous statement on the matter; 'drugs solve everything' does not apply in this case. This shall have to be looked into further, my research will continue on my release from this compound." He pressed firmly on the pause button before slipping the recorder back beneath his cloak.

The man sitting opposite the table merely stared blankly at him before slapping his hands on the table and rising to his feet. "That's it, I give up" he cried, slamming his fists on the one way glass on the other side of the room. "Get me away from this nutjob!"

The heavy reinforced door opened slowly and the man scrambled out, only for another man slipped in. It had been that way for hours; many people had come and gone, trying to pry some answers from the figure sitting in the corner but they had left empty handed, without exception.

The figure merely sat there impassively, unaffected by the questions or the many hours that had passed. As a new figure entered the room his body gave nothing away, nothing to show awareness of his surroundings, unaware of the world around him.

"I'm curious as to how you acquired that recording device? If I was informed correctly everything on your person was confiscated on arrival here."

This time the figure tilted his head to the side marginally "The coat never lies, the coat never lies. When I need it the most the coat provides, the coat never fails."

The man's eyebrows furrowed in confusion "Interesting, interesting. Do you remember me at all, by any chance?"

"Of course I do, how could I possibly forget you David Bowie? I own all your albums."

"You seem to have me mistaken; I'm the man that apprehended you in the cemetery."

The figures head tilted up slightly and his voice became sharper "ah yes, that cold, calculative stare, those quaint glasses, that silver hair. And how could I forget the cane? Have you returned to gloat, perhaps? Corpse-stealer."

Ozpin frowned "Actually my name is Ozpin and I'll have you know that James, after several blood transfusions, shall make a full recovery. Getting back on track I'm curious about the shadows in here, the walls and ceiling are infused with dust crystals and yet the shadows still cling to you... Edgar."

The, know identified, Edgar chuckled "The shadows don't cling to me, the shadows are me." He splayed his hands out wide, the darkness behind him clinging to his arms.

"You are a shadow? Poetic isn't it, that the metaphorical figure of darkness resembles darkness itself." Ozpin mumbled to himself "How much do you know about Hashirama Senju?"

"I know plenty; the question is how do you know of him? Actually, is that the question? I can't remember; what were we talking about again?"

"~cough~ Many years ago, when our proverbial golden age of technology was starting early scientists encountered a high power influx on the various instruments that were being created at the time, upon arrival the found the dying body of one Hashirama Senju. He only had time to 'unseal' the contents of the scroll before he passed away. Upon revision of his notes they were led to believe the he had used his 'sage mode' and the idea of the 'kamui' to open some kind of trans-dimensional rift before he died. Of course we are still, to this day, trying to work out what kamui and sage mode are but the point remains that all the evidence points to trans-dimensional travel. We are also curious as to why he travelled here, but that is unimportant right now."

Edgar grumbled under his breath "Sounds like some kind of half assed plot point to me."

"It does, doesn't it? In any case; are you from this so called parallel universe? I realise that I'm being blunt here but there is no other way to put it."

"... I've no idea what you're on about. I've been a good citizen of...Vale, yeah that's the one, for many years."

Ozpin frowned in distaste "If that is true than we would have some kind of record of your existence, as it stands there is no evidence of you bar the traces of your 'chakra' at crime scenes. We know where you're from and we are vaguely aware of your capabilities" His eyes narrowed marginally. "You are a hazard to the inhabitants of this world and you shall be placed into custody. I shall be responsible for any actions you commit to henceforth. Do you, Edgar, in healthy state of mind and body hereby accept your sentence?" He laced his fingers on the table in front of him.

Edgar chuckled to himself "Hold on a sec, I'm not healthy yet." He slapped the side of his head causing a small pool of blood to burst out from the side of his mask and dribble down his head "Yep, totally healthy now" Ozpin could not help but imagine a grin spreading out beneath the cold porcelain mask. "And you plan on taking responsibility of my actions to boot. How do plan on doing that again?"

Ozpin reached into his waist coat and withdrew some old, cracked parchment before spreading it out on the table. There were messy, scribbled notes cluttered all over it. "From our studies on the notes of Hashirama Senju we have been able, to a certain extent, replicate the sealing techniques used by his wife; Mito Uzumaki. In particular we created a very interesting seal a few years ago, it was banned almost immediately for how 'inhumane' it was but on command of the committee its use has been given the green-light."

"Awww, all of this effort for 'ikkle old me? I'm flattered Ozzy, I really am."

Ozpin ignored him as best he could and continued "It was banned for its ability to suppress free will, which stands directly against the idea of freedom that the Kingdoms were built upon; it prohibits all thoughts and thought processes to the most basic level of survival. In other words you would be a vegetable at the beck and call of whoever asked anything of you." He paused to let his words sink in "But... I'm giving you a choice..." For the first time during their conversation a small smile came across his face "I'm giving you the chance to protect the people of this world, I'm giving you the chance to believe in something bigger than yourself, I'm giving you hope" He finished by resting his hands on the table in front of him.

"Uuuggghhh... pineapples? If you couldn't guess I said 'pineapples' because, just like what you're saying, they don't make any sense in the context of this conversation. I'm a funny guy aren't I?"

Ozpin continued unwavering, ignoring him once again,the smile still on his face "I believe that under all the walls you have built up around yourself there is still some light left in you. You could really make a change, join Beacon..." he was cut off by the sound of laughter emanating from Edgar, it rose to a crescendo and was cut off by the choked spluttering of a giggle.

A frown marred Ozpin's face once again but it was quickly replaced by a look of surprise as he was pulled up over the table and dragged over to where Edgar was sitting, pulled, seemingly, by the air itself. Ozpin had rarely lost a fight and rarer still let his guard down and yet here he was, staring death in the face.

"Look into my eyes Ozpin, look into my eyes." Ozpin peered through the slits in the mask, humouring him, and involuntarily shivered "Do they look like the eyes of a man who believes in the light? Do they look like the eyes of a man who wants to fight for humanity? These are the eyes of a dead man Ozzy, there is no 'darkness' in me, there just isn't any light left."

He twitched his fingers and Ozpin flew back into his seat. Edgar shrugged casually "But by all means, if you want to try, go right ahead. I've got nothing else going on."

Ozpin bristled, his hand rested firmly on the cane by his side. He eventually relaxed, visibly at least and moved his hands back onto the table, but he was shaken and Edgar knew it.

He took a deep breath in, exhaled and continued, albeit in a slightly frostier tone of voice "I believe that you have made your choice, we have modified the seal and added more seals so the conditions are as follows; You shall have your 'chakra' restricted at all times. You shall have movement restriction seals placed on you, reducing your physical capabilities by 95% approximately, ranging from your motor functions all the way to the electrical impulses sent from your brain. Any actions that are seen as 'negative' will trigger the emotion suppressing seal instantaneously. You will be working as a janitor at Beacon academy to integrate you back into normal society, by mixing you in with regular people. You will be monitored at all times. Any failure to comply with the conditions that aren't covered by the seals will result in your immediate termination."

Edgar shrugged before leaning forward and losing the joking tone of voice "You won't be able to hide behind this 'peace' forever Ozpin, I see the hate in your eyes. The things that go bump in the night aren't like me, they have a purpose and I do not. What'll you do then? What will you do when the next murderous sociopath that comes along actually threatens your pathetic idea of peace?" he paused momentarily when a blade appeared at his neck before continuing regardless "I am nothing, I am but a figment of your imagination. But when reality hits it will hit hard." Blood trickled down his neck where the blade was piercing his high collar.

A low growl escaped Ozpin's throat as he pushed his blade in deeper, slow cutting into Edgar's flesh. "I'd recommend keeping your thoughts to yourself or I will remove your ability to have them at all."

Ozpin paused briefly and looked down at his watch "It seems that I have run out of time here" he stood up abruptly and walked quickly over to where Edgar was seated, sheathing the rapier back into his cane and reached into his waist-coat as he walked. "and as... curious as this conversation was I'm afraid the escort has arrived to deliver you to my academy."

He withdrew a piece of paper and quickly slapped it onto Edgar's back.

Edgar slumped into unconsciousness, the shadows still clinging to him, a wide grin still stuck to his face.

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Jerry wrung his hands behind his back, trying to calm himself down as he looked out across the assembly of people spread out in front of him. All were dressed similarly in common blue overalls with caps on their heads. He stood up a bit straighter and tilted his chin up slightly, opening his mouth to speak.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen, it is a pleasure to welcome you all back after the break. I have a few announcements to make before we begin handing out your assignments; First of all it is with great sadness that I inform you our previous head caretaker, Lewis Adams, passed away during a tragic plunger accident. The authorities are still investigating the unknown assailant and I have been named as head-caretaker in his place." At this point beads of sweat were dripping off of him "they'll never suspect a thing" said the little devil sitting on his shoulder "No, no killing, killing is bad!" said the little angel. "No second thoughts Jerry, you've come this far. It was Lewis' fault for getting in your way!"

Jerry shook his head to dispel the ramblings of the voices in his head, before looking out over the sea of faces once more. He shivered in pleasure, after all those years he was finally in charge. "Are you proud of me now, Mommy? Are you proud?!" he cackled with glee.

"Secondly, on a more positive note I'd like to welcome all the new faculty and staff to their first year at Beacon. Hopefully you'll be with us for many years to come, helping the future saviours of Remnant!"

Scattered applause broke out from the front after Jerry's rousing opening. From the back a few scornful chuckles came from the 'veterans' of the faculty, amused at the new head-caretakers attempt to inspire the new members. Money was already being exchanged as to who would quit first.

"Now I ask that all new recruits head to the maintenance block where you will be given a tour of the facility as well as have jobs and routines shifted out among you."

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"Ummm, where are we going?"

"Oh, I dunno, I was following you."

"Aren't we supposed to go the entrance hall?"

"Don't look at me like that, how would I know?"

Ruby glanced around quickly "Oh no, oh no I don't want to be late on my first day here!" She spotted a figure tending to the various plants "Maybe that guy works here, he'd know where the hall is wouldn't he?"

Jaune just shrugged before following Ruby, who'd already gone after him.

As they got closer they noticed the lack of usual caretaker attire, namely the long black coat instead of the usual blue overalls. As they got even closer however they started to hear chuckling.

Jaune reached out tentatively "Umm, are you okay sir?"

The figure whipped round from is crouched position in the flowers and towered over them, Jaune and Ruby flinched back "How could I not be child?! There is no doubt in my mind that I could not be happier!"

Jaune's eyes widened at the white mask peering at them from under a shadowed hood not knowing what to say. Ruby happened to recover quicker than him.

"We were just wondering if..." her breath hitched as his focus snapped to her "ifyoucouldtelluswheretheentrancehallis?" She squeaked out, suddenly petrified as his gaze pierced her young maiden heart.

She looked back up at him taking in his features subconsciously, her conscious mind busy trying furiously to work out why her body was screaming at her to move.

Long, limp hair fell down to his lower back like straw. It could have been a beautiful sun yellow once but now it was a scraggly grey. His limbs were hidden beneath his billowing cloak but their frailty was plan to see, in fact his whole body seemed malnourished as it loomed over her.

She was snapped back to reality by his reply "Oh of course, of course! The entrance hall, how could I ever forget such a marvellous pinnacle of engineering?!" He crooned as he continued to stare at them.

Jaune eventually gathered the courage to speak as he realised the strange man was still staring. "So ...uh...could you point us in the right direction?"

"The right direction to where now?"

"What? The entrance hall"

"Sorry, no clue what you're on about. Sounds shit any way, now if you'll excuse me I have some windows to lick"

Ruby and Jaune stood and stared, mouths wide open, as the strange man pranced away. They looked at each other briefly as if to confirm each other's thoughts.

"Never speak of this again?"

They clasped pinkies.

"Agreed"

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Yeah, that's about all I had written, kind of boring I guess. I honestly just didn't know where to go from here while creating a real story.

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Naruto stood tall and proud, a scalpel clutched in his hand. He looks down at Salem's twitching corpse "Uh... whoops? Guess that's all you're getting folks. Story finished"