Back to it with the 4th chapter of Remnants of Insanity. Thanks again for you guys giving a rookie writer a chance. There really is not a lot for me to say, so lets just go!

Disclaimer: Red Teeth and Rooster Barrels own RWBY and Outlast.

Man, this bed is comfortable!

Right now I was laying down on the bed, in the dorm that Ozpin allowed me to use. And damn! This was the most comfortable I've ever been since... I don't even know how long!

Ozpin was quite surprised that I was fully recovered in such a fast time, considering I got a new hole added to my chest, but he quickly played it off as 'demon healing'.

After learning of my recovery, he came to the hospital to escort me to Beacon. Doctors questioned me how I was up and moving after only three days in the hospital, but we told him, ' It was a special semblance'. Surprising enough, they bought that quite easily. I guess Headmaster wasn't just a mear a title after all.

When, we arrived at Beacon, I was surprised to find Beacon looked a lot like a castle, which, for me, didn't go well. You all know of the last castle looking place I've been to. When Ozpin showed me around, I found my eyes wandering from the front of Beacon. I'm already going insane, I don't need to start with the PTSD.

He then showed me to my room, to which I happily fell down on the bed. Ozpin told me classes were in right now, so I should have enough time to get adjusted to Beacon, then start being an assistant teacher tomorrow.

Naturally, I did what anyone would do in my situation. I stared at the ceiling of this room that I was given, looking around. Obviously, this room was meant for more than one person, considering how big this room was.

There was a large window in the middle, showing off quite an amount of the front of the towering school. Right under that window is a small book shelf, with zero books inside. There were more shelves hanging on the wall, again, with nothing on them.

There was another door over at the other side of the room. I assumed it was the bathroom or something.

Looking at it, this room seemed like a normal apartment room. Blank, not to big, but not too empty.

Just perfect.

I began to dose off, until I was interrupted by The Walrider.

Don't you think you should go and look around for a bit. We need to understand our surroundings if we're going to be staying here.

Do we have to?

Yes.

I groaned. Since when did It run the show? I had finally found the most comfortable thing I've ever laid down on since my apartment bed, and The Walrider is trying to drag me away from it.

I decided to ignore it's comments of annoyance and stay in the bed. Childish? Yes. But if I can defend my rights to laid down in comfortable beds, I will fight for it!

I opened my eyes and blinked again. I'm suddenly outside.

What did I tell you! No controlling my body without my consent!

This walk around the school is necessary. If we are going to be working here, we at least need to get a lay out of the area.

As much as I didn't want to go, I knew It was right. I sighed, and walked off in defeat.

I probably have already mentioned this, but the school is huge!

It actually took me an hour and a half to navigate it even the small parts of it, with an entire part of the school left to explore. If it weren't for my instincts, I would've gotten lost in this place. Without them, I wouldn't be alive to even tell this story.

Also, having avoided my gaze on the front of Beacon when I first arrived , I never noticed some other details the school had. Such as the statue of two warriors standing on top of a cliffs edge, with one of the Grimm - A Beowolf- in pain at the bottom of this cliff, or the tall tower that looked a lot like a beacon itself. Guess thats where it got its name.

Speaking of telling a story I took out my notebook, as I recently got it back from Ozpin, and began to recap on the past events.

As of a couple of days ago, I had recently discovered that I am in a new world, with a whole lot of shit that I can barely comprehend. And I got shot again, so whats new. Right now, I am trying to navigate around Beacon, this school meant to train the huntresses and huntsmen of the future, as a teacher's assistant. It's pretty fucking big, but I'll memorize the area eventually. I did with Mount Massive, didn't I?

As I continue to write, I hear a bunch of noises coming from a building complete with columns and windows all around it, giving it like an ancient greek meets modern times vibe. I look through the windows and find a cafeteria like area, complete with tables and food.

Is what I would've said if it wasn't for the fact that the food was being used as weapons and the tables were, in fact, not being used as the inventor of tables wanted them to be used.

Shocked at the craziness of this, I did a quick jog to where I assumed was the front entrance, keeping my eyes on the fight as best as I can.

Looking at it, it seemed like it was between 6 girls and 2 boys, all wearing this school's uniform. And 2 of those girls were at that fight at that cargo bay the other night!

By the time I got to the front, I spotted Glynda, and 2 other guys, one of them also being present the other night.

I looked through the door and noticed that the place was being put back together via some type of levitation. I had deducted that the strict woman in front of me was causing this, as her wand/riding crop was raised and moved in correspondence to the debris around her.

As the last table bounced back into place, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and there Ozpin was in his caffeine drinking glory.

"Hello again, Mr. Upshur. I assume your stay around Beacon Academy so far has been a pleasant one?" He said

Just before I could answer, the blonde girl crashed through the ceiling of the building, damaging the ground below her. And she even had the nerve to stand up, throwing a grin and a thumbs up like nothing even happened.

I stared at her, before taking a look back at Ozpin. "Yeah... It's a pretty cool experience"

He nodded, before walking towards Glynda scolding the students.

"Hey, are you... okay?"

I turned toward where I heard the voice, which lead me to the 2 teenagers at the front.

The monkey kid looked exactly the same as the other night, except he had a super awkward, but worried expression on his face. The other kid with him looked like he had blue hair, orange lensed goggles on his head, and could've been incredibly stylish had it not been ruined by what seemed to be grape soda. He had a look of confusion on his face, wondering to what his friend meant when he had started talking to this stranger.

"I'm fine...I guess?" I replied back. I was also confused to why he was worried about me, as there was no possible way he could've seen me while at the bay. Unless he was there when I had gotten shot...

I distinctly remember hearing a voice before I had grown unconscious that night, but that couldn't have been him. It was too feminine, while his voice seems pretty normal for a guy his age. But that didn't negate him being there.

Ozpin's voice knocked me out of my thinking. "Mr. Upshur, would you come here for a second?"

I nodded and walked over to the headmaster.

He looked over to the students. "This is Miles Upshur, and he will be the teacher's assistant for the next 4 years," Ozpin introduced. "And these are teams JNPR and RWBY."

I looked over to the group of 8 and waved.

The group of 4, presumably Team JNPR, just smiled and waved, while Team RWBY had...different reactions to my introduction.

The one with the black hair with red highlights did a similar greeting to JNPR, while the other three were pretty shocked, with the one with the black hair and bow the most shocked. It looked as if she were borderline horrified.

The other three got over it and muttered a 'Hey' while looking anywhere but at me.

Were all of these kids present when I got shot?

Yeah, although the one with the bow saw the most out of everyone.

I immediately felt bad. The reason she was so horrified was because of what she saw. And if the Walrider says that the other 4, including the monkey kid, were there, then that means that they were present to see the mess that Walrider had left behind...

No kid should see such a horror, especially one that looked as young as the red one looks.

"Well, now that this problem has been solved, I have a couple of words to say to Mr. Upshur," Ozpin cut in."When all of you get cleaned, you are excused from classes for the rest of the day."

The students nodded, and headed back to their dorms, while Ozpin, Glynda, and I walked off, leaving monkey boy and grape soda by themselves.

Blake couldn't believe it when she saw that black substance rip apart that member of the White Fang. And that look of disbelief and horror came back in the form of the very guy that substance retreated into after to crime was done.

Now she knew something was up about him, as no one takes a dust infused round to the heart, and just gets up and walks it off 3 days later.

She listed off all the different possibilities in her head, until she and the rest of her team made it to their dorm.

Yang and the other 2 had insisted that Ruby take the first shower, as it was obvious that the WBY of RWBY needed to talk about something. The 15 year old shrugged and proceed into the bathroom with a towel and sleepwear.

"So are we going to talk about how that guy got shot or what?" Yang says, being as blatant as possible.

"Well at least sugarcoat it a little bit!" Weiss exclaimed. As she remembered that night, she grew sick to the stomach. It didn't help that they just had lunch.

Blake looked at her. "What's there to sugarcoat? A guy got his heart blown out, and the man that did it ended up in more pieces than a jigsaw puzzle."

Yang's eyes peeked towards the door as the shower started. "And it's not like you're the only one that isn't disturbed about what happened," She continued. "We all are."

"I know, it's just..." Weiss trailed off. She knew she had no comeback for that, as they all weren't used to something as gruesome as that.

"I'm just glad Ruby didn't see anything from that whole event," Yang looked down. "I don't how I'd live as an older sister knowing I allowed that to happen."

"But that's not the point," Blake reminded. "The point is that it's only been 3 days, yet here he is walking around after a life ending wound like nothing ever happened."

"It could just be a semblance?" Weiss suggested, though she didn't sound to sure in herself.

"Then what was that black thing that retreated into him?" Yang pointed out. "Pretty sure fast healing and ripping an enemy apart with some monster are two different things."

"And the way the bullet just went in and out of him...It was almost like he didn't have an aura in the first place." Blake said. They've never felt so confused in their lives.

Yang looked over to the Faunus. "You were there when it started. Do you have any hints that could lead to an answer?"

"Well..." Blake felt like she was being interrogated all over again. "The black...thing just sorta... appeared, I guess. Other than that, there isn't much evidence leading to what it could be."

Weiss sighed. "It seems like this is going to take longer than we thought."

The three's ears perked up hearing the shower head stop, signifying that this conversation had to wait until another time.

"We'll continue this another time, right?" Yang questioned.

"Yeah, we will." Blake answered, as she got her stuff ready to enter the bathroom next.

'Who are you, Miles Upshur?'

I was tired.

I had been walking around for so long with no type of sleep, and now I had to work at night.

When Ozpin, Glynda, and I walked from the cafeteria, we had a conversation, which ended in him saying to go on ahead and start training by taking out a large pack of Beowolves that had started to move closer to the school. No one knew why they had started migrating closer to the school, but what they did know is that good old Miles'll take care of it.

I had never thought I could hate someone as much as I hated Murkoff, but Ozpin quickly moved to a decent spot on people that I wouldn't mind erasing from the planet.

I blinked. When did that list come into existence? I'm pretty sure Ozpin would wipe the floor with me, especially how Walrider reacted when we first met the dude. Besides, Murkoff will always be the one I absolutely despise. And I couldn't hate some of the others, as the only reason they were like that was because of Murkoff. Except Trager. If I remember correctly, Trager was always a dick.

Anyways, he said that this could be good practice to get used to the Walrider, and surprisingly, The Walrider agreed.

Now here I am, looking for a pack of giant black wolves that just couldn't wait to get a taste of Miles. Now that I think about it, how did I taste? I bet Frank would say I'm delicious.

Now before we go into this, I want to try something.

Try what?

And before I knew it, I felt a pain in my left hand. It felt like how the Walrider normally seeps out of my pores, except it was more 'I'm-forcing-something-too-large-out' and not 'Don't-mind-me-just-crawling-out-of-your-skin'.

The pain stopped, and when I looked down my eyes widened in shock.

In my hand was a revolver, the same one I was shot with a couple of nights ago.

How and why do you have this?

It isn't the original thing. It is more of a version of it that is made from a mix of its original elements and a bit of my mass. In fact I could do this just about anything.

I looked down to the gun and noticed that instead of its normal white color, it had a Walrider themed paint job coating it. Now it was black, gray and white with a symbol of a golden eye right on the barrel. The eye was my least favorite part, as it seemed to watch my every movement. I'm gonna have to ask It if it could get rid of that feature.

Thats cool. So what, you're like a demonic 3D printer?

I would rather you not put it like that, but yes, I am like a demonic 3D printer.

I looked it over again, and put myself in the normal gun shooting stance, which is a little awkward when two of your fingers are missing. I put my left index finger on the trigger and fired at a tree.

BANG!

The sound the gun made was ghastly, similar to the Walrider's voice, but that's not the part that shocked me.

When I pulled the trigger the gun jumped out my hand as I yelped in pain.

"AH FUCK! That hurt like hell!"

I forgot to mention, but that gun has a lot of kickback.

"Yeah no shit! I'm pretty sure at least one of my wrists are broken!"

Wait a second.

I looked up and noticed a black substance moving in the now obliterated tree. That substance jumped from the tree and into my hands, and immediately, they started feeling better.

"So wait... Did I just shoot you out of a gun?"

Yes. I thought that bullets comprised of the mass that heals you and destroys any opposition would be the smart choice.

Hell yeah it was a smart choice.

Just then I heard a growling, and looked over to where I heard it.

Shit! It's the Beowolves. They probably heard the gun fire.

I picked up the gun and aimed at the shadows, but couldn't see a thing.

Then I heard more growling and turned toward another direction, and then another, until I noticed that all but one direction wasn't full of beasts.

When Ozpin said there was a large group, he wasn't kidding.

What do I do? I can't see where they are, and I'm not used to this gun yet.

Dodge to the left.

I glad I understood what It meant before it was to late, because as I did dodge, a Beowulf lunged forward and took a swipe at me. Though I didn't get out unscathed.

I gripped the cut on my right arm. As blood spilled, and I did the logical thing.

I ran.

This didn't surprise me, as most of the reason why I survived Mount Massive was because of how impressive I was at running.

But then I began to think about what would happen if these Beowolves found their way to Beacon. The damage they could do, the people they could hurt...

Walrider, could you help me out here?

Sure, but in order to do that, I would have to take control. Its only a temporary experience, and you won't be gone enough to where you wouldn't no what I'm doing.

...Fine, but don't try anything.

Suddenly, my body felt heavy, as the Walrider took over.

Miles turned around to face the oncoming threat with closed eyes.

And when he opened them, it showed glowing golden globes surrounded by black. Smoke poured out of the tear ducts leaving a trail of the substance following Its head wherever It moved.

It raised the gun with one hand, the glowing eye on the barrel glowing like it had been activated. It left Its remaining index finger on the trigger and pulled.

BANG!

The bullet hit the ground, but the nano machines left behind spread out like a plague, grinding up the flesh of the beasts.

One by one, each Beowolf went down, until one is left behind. The Alpha.

The Beowolf looked conflicted, wonder whether to charge and avenge its pack, or run and live another day.

That was until it looked into Its eyes. The eyes of a true demon, along with the fierce expression It had on Its face. And the Beowolf made the 'smarter' decision of the two.

It ran like a bat outta hell, which is pretty ironic considering the foe it was in front of.

It raised Its weapon again and fired.

BANG!

Thud.

And with the situation dealt with, The Walrider, walked off, so Its catalyst could finally rest.

I woke up in a shock.

When I took a look around, I noticed that I was in my dorm room.

When I remember the events that had unfolded I scowled.

You lied! You said that I'd be conscious enough to keep an eye on you.

So what. It was to make sure you'd agree to let me have control. I can't actually do that. And besides, it was either we get done with that as fast as possible, or you die and I'll fade out of existence.

I sighed.

Did you do anything to effect others negatively.

No, the only the negatively effected are those dead Grimm.

I nodded, understanding why It lied. If It hadn't, then I wouldn't have agreed with it.

Now get to rest. You've been complaining all day about a proper sleep and that death comas don't count.

I widened my eyes the second time today. It really sped up the process so I could get to sleep faster.

My eyes softened. I laid down and closed my eyes.

Walrider... Thanks.

No problem. Besides, I wouldn't want my host being tired.

I smiled, and fell into a long awaited rest.

Hello again, sorry about not uploading in so long. All I can say is its all my fault, and you can get on me about in the the reviews. Don't worry though, this story isn't dead, and I'm not allowing any story I make die. I will try my best to make sure I won't go on writers block like that again. And also in other news, I'm planning on making another story. And I know what you're probably thinking 'That isn't a good idea, a rookie writer like you working on two stories at the same time.' First off, I know that I probably shouldn't do this, but I've been thinking about doing this for months, and I think it's near ready. 2, the actual story isn't coming out yet. I'll release a preview of some sort, and then after more planning, I'll work on the new story.

Now after that quick update, hope you have a good whatever time of the day, and thank you all who enjoy this story.