A/N Happy Wednesday! (or Tuesday)
Welcome to another chapter of Glitch Between Worlds!
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or Rooster Teeth.
Sorry it's not as long :P But hopefully you enjoy it.
EDIT: 2/23/16
Red eyes, dark red. Staring, always staring. No aura, soulless creatures.
The eyes stared into her soul, the darkness reaching into her own soul. She gasped.
The blood was pouring out of her, spilling onto the concrete floor and painting the ground red.
Lights shone through her eyelids brightly, forcing her into awareness. The murmur of voices were gradually getting louder.
"Look, bottom line is that we don't know who the hell she is."
"She just had a panic attack! We should get her to the hospital for crying out loud!"
Ruby began to pick out two voices, one feminine and the other the same voice of the man who'd taken her in.
"She seems okay for now at least."
"Still, it's kinda unnerving. What if she has another one?"
"We'll worry about that later. Right now, we should focus on getting her home."
Ruby closed off the voices in her head, only wanting to sleep for the moment. She was so, so tired.
The heaviness of her eyelids were relieved as she begged for sleep to come. Her whole body ached with weariness.
"Close your eyes now time for dreams,
Death is never what it seems."
"Hey, wake up."
The voice had pounded loudly in her eardrums. Ruby let out a soft groan. The solitude she yearned for was snatched out of her reach. A hand grasped her shoulder tightly, shaking her out of her small moment of peace.
Ruby's eyes opened involuntarily, revealing silver eyes that glimmered in the lamplight. The hands helped her up into a sitting position on the couch she was laying on.
"Where am I?" Ruby asked, her voice no more than a whisper. She cleared her throat, wincing slightly at the dryness of it.
Michael was the one who helped her up. He was sitting beside the child, a comforting hand rested on her shoulder.
Footsteps were heard as a young woman approached the two, holding a glass of water, "Here, take this."
Ruby held the cool drink in her palms, slightly relieving the aching that resonated from her sore joints. She looked from the glass to the young couple, almost waiting for permission to drink.
The woman laughed, a clear crisp sound that sounded strangely familiar. It was unsettling, the fact that both persons sounded like someone she knew.
"Drink up," the woman said. It was almost painfully obvious how forced the sentence was. Both of them seemed to have a cheerful look painted over a worried and anxious one.
Ruby eagerly gulped down the refreshing drink. She could almost feel the water flowing through her bloodstream, invigorating her sore muscles.
"Thank you," Ruby replied, remembering her manners as she wiped her mouth.
"That's alright, honey," the woman said, retrieving the glass from the mysterious girl and escaping to the kitchen.
Michael frowned at the woman's retreating form. How was he supposed to explain all of this to Ruby?
Ruby seemed unsettled too as her eyes scanned the living room. A simple white coat of paint and relatively normal furniture, apart from the flat screen TV that took up a single wall. The couch was comfy and light resonated from the lamp in the corner. An open window let in a cool night breeze.
"I like your posters," Ruby said absentmindedly.
Michael's brain immediately went into turmoil.
"Oh," he mumbled.
Internally however…
"Ohshitohshitohshitohshit!" Michael screamed inside.
The walls of Michael and Lindsay's house were chock full of posters. Achievement Hunter, Red vs Blue, Rooster Teeth. Basically everything that Rooster Teeth made. Including RWBY.
"Yeah, um, about that…" Michael began, scratching his head awkwardly.
"Yeah, that poster looks pretty cool. What was it? Red vs Blue?"
Michael repeated Ruby's statement multiple times in his head before it actually stuck with him.
"Th-the what?"
"Yeah, that one there."
Michael followed Ruby's line of sight until he saw the poster depicting Kimball, from the show Red vs Blue, posing heroically on the land of Chorus.
"Oh," he said, mentally face palming. Lindsay had taken down the RWBY posters and replaced them with Red vs Blue one's to celebrate Season 13. The RWBY posters were now rolled up in their bedroom, safe from the eyes of Ruby.
"Are you okay?" Ruby asked, tilting her head curiously. "You look kinda freaked out."
"Well it's not every day a fictional character pops up in your life." Michael thought grimly.
The 27 year old opened his mouth to reply when his wife came to the rescue.
"We did see you collapse in the middle of nowhere," Lindsay walked back to the group.
Ruby hung her head and smiled sheepishly, "Yeah, sorry about that. I must've scared you guys huh? Thanks for letting me in here."
"Not a problem," Lindsay said, sitting on the other side of the Remnan. "My name's Lindsay by the way."
Ruby nodded. "Right, Michael and Lindsay," she repeated, nodding a few times before cracking out another smile.
"Thanks again for the water but… I should really get going."
Michael and Lindsay shared a look. Lindsay's eyes flickered from Michael to Ruby, giving Michael the silent message to talk to her. Michael scowled at his wife.
"Before you go, we want to ask you some questions," Michael began unsteadily, earning a roll of the eyes from Lindsay.
"Oh no, it's okay. I'm not injured or anything, just a few sore muscles," Ruby said, standing up and looking down at the couple.
Michael shook his head, "No, no, it's not about that," he asserted, standing up and placing his hands on the young teen's shoulders. "We just want to know where you come from."
Ruby blinked. "Oh," she said forlornly. "It's about that Earth thing right?"
Lindsay gave Michael a glare before taking his place, pushing him back with one swipe of the hand.
"It might, but we just want to know who you are. That way, we can get you home safely," she said soothingly.
Ruby gave a short laugh before striking a pose, "My name's Ruby and I'm a huntress! I help people in need."
Then she flashed another sheepish smile before continuing, "Well-"
"Huntress-in-training, I suppose," both girls said simultaneously.
Lindsay, who realized her mistake immediately, stepped back and let Michael forward, the latter flashing her an arrogant smirk.
"What she meant was..." Michael said confidently, "What exactly do you remember before passing out?"
Ruby, still confused at the event that just transpired, spoke without thinking, "The battle."
"What battle?" Michael pressed.
"Well, I and my team were on a mission to Mountain Glen when the White Fang let out Grimm that attacked Vale!" Ruby said a little too quickly.
"We were fighting off the Grimm when a massive Ursa came out of nowhere! I got bull rushed by it and then I woke up here!"
Michael and Lindsay shared another look to Ruby's confusion. "You look really healthy for a person that just got wrecked by a Grimm."
"Yeah, well. Right now, I'm kinda worried for my teammates. They might need my help."
"The problem is, your teammates might not exist," Michael grumbled, crossing his arms.
Lindsay's eyes widened as she spun to shoot another glare at her husband, "Michael!"
"What?" he said, spreading his arms wide in a shrug, "She's going to find out anyway."
"Whoa, whoa, what do you mean?" Ruby asked, confusion flooding her brain even more.
"Look kid," Michael growled in frustration. "You have one last chance until I call the fucking cops."
"You're scaring her, Michael!" Lindsay protested.
"I've had enough of this bullshit. Fictional characters don't just come into existence. She's obviously lying!"
"No! I'm not lying!" Ruby shouted, backing away slowly in fright.
"Oh yeah?" Michael yelled. "Prove it."
Ruby blinked, frozen in the spot. Her brain denied all possibility that her friends might not exist. Comprehension was away from her reach.
Then and idea formed. A ridiculous, illogical idea but her muddled brain seemed to make sense of it.
"I'll find them," she said simply, and leapt out the window.
"Oh fuck!" Lindsay screamed as she tried to stop the red blur from escaping. Unfortunately, with the help of Ruby's semblance, Lindsay was unsuccessful in catching her.
"Dammit Michael!" She shouted before grabbing her coat and rushing out the door.
Michael, who stood dumbfounded at the display of semblance, broke through his moment of confusion. He followed his wife to the front door.
"What are you doing?" he yelled, watching Lindsay get into the car.
"We're going to get her back, dumbass!" Lindsay shouted at her husband. "Get in!"
The beanie wearing man complied with her orders and got into the car. Lindsay drove the car back with a little bit more force than usual.
"What in hell were you thinking?!" Lindsay snarled, pressing her foot firmly on the pedal.
Michael grappled for the seatbelt to restrain himself from launching out the wind shield. "I don't know?!" he said, feeling rather foolish.
"Dude, you just made a 15 year old girl leap out the damn window!" Lindsay yelled as she broke the speed limit around the corner.
"Fictional characters aren't supposed to be real!" Michael protested, holding onto the chair for dear life.
"So?" Lindsay said aggressively. "A normal person wouldn't jump out a window for no reason, even if they're not supposed to be real or not."
Lindsay took her eyes off the road to shoot a glare at her husband, "What matters is that she needs help. Not if she's real or not."
Michael tried to make sense of what Lindsay said in the midst of car horns blaring. "Dammit, I'm such a dumbass," he berated himself.
"I can't disagree with you there," Lindsay said, relieving the tension in the foot pedal. The car slowed to a more reasonable speed, matching the pace of the other cars in the vicinity.
A sigh was let out as she shook her head, "But I guess you're my dumbass."
"AAAAAAA! AAAAAAA! AAAAAAA! AAAAAAA!"
Gavin jolted up, banging both of his knobbly knees into the glove compartment.
"Argh! You bloody-" he yelled, rubbing his sore knees.
"Jesus Gavin, you need to change your damn ringtone," Meg sighed, trying to block out the annoying and loud ringtone to focus on the road in front of them.
Gavin took a peek at the person's name before groaning painfully, "Damn, hangovers and Ricky Gervali do not mix."
"You don't say," Meg mumbled dryly, "My ears are bleeding."
Gavin fumbled for his phone, trying to shut off the ear piercing sound.
"Hello? Gavin, you there?"
The Brit put the phone up next to his slightly red ears, "Yeah, Micco?"
"Michael," the voice corrected, "Don't call me Micco."
Gavin flashed a grin that Michael couldn't see, "Alright… Micco."
"Oh for fu- You know what? I don't even care anymore."
"What's up?"
Michael sighed, the voice sounding robotic over the speakers, "Look, I need your help. This might seem a bit weird but hear me out."
Gavin rolled his eyes, "Dude, we play video games for a living. I think we're the definition of weird."
"Okay, okay. So, uh, how the fuck to I explain this?"
"Just start from the beginning?" Lindsay's voice said, sounding slightly faraway. Michael must be the one holding the phone.
"Okay, alright. We were driving home when we saw this girl-"
"Was she hot?" Gavin immediately asked, gaining a raise of the eyebrow from his girlfriend in the seat beside him.
"Probably shouldn't be saying that when I'm driving the car, Gavin."
Gavin chuckled at his girlfriend's remark.
"Dude, she's fucking 15."
Gavin almost choked on his spit. Meg laughed at his expense.
"Okay?"
"Yeah, so long story short, she ran away and we're trying to find her. And we need your help," Michael added.
"Did you try to lure her into your rape dungeon?" Meg quipped, causing Gavin to actually start choking.
"C'mon guys be serious. We're not sure if she's alright in the head," Lindsay said, trying to keep the situation under control.
"So you're trying to say that you let loose a 15 year old psychopath into the neighborhood?"
Gavin could sense Michael's fuming from the phone, "Alright dude don't lose your head. What did this mysterious girl look like?"
"Well, uh, she wore a red cape."
"Uh-huh."
"She had black and red-ish hair."
"Yeah?"
"And she had a combat skirt!"
"Right…"
Gavin locked eyes with Meg, a hint of a smile on his lips. Meg rolled her eyes, "Our friends are weird."
Gavin smiled at that and turned his focus back to the conversation, "This is obviously a joke man."
"Joke? You think this is a joke?"
"Dude, you pretty much just described Ruby Rose from RWBY. I'm not that stupid asshole."
"Wha-?" Michael spluttered, his face turning red as Lindsay face palmed beside him.
"Look dude, if you're going to make a joke, don't call me while I have a bloody hangover. Hangovers suck ass dude."
"I'll see you tom-"
"SHIT!"
Meg slammed her foot on the brake as a girl in red ran across the front of the car. Gavin banged his head in the glove compartment, stunning him for a few moments.
One fleeting second and Gavin and the girl caught each other's eyes. Silver, and sparkling with unshed tears.
"Holy fuck."
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