A Business Deal for a Friend

by Prof. Pancakes

Deals are made for the one known as Gordon Freeman, yet the one who accepts such deals is none other than the mysterious man himself. When the time comes to accept a job from a dear "Business Partner", there is none other than the one Freeman to do it.

4. One's Entrance is the Way to Impress

I'd like to welcome back everyone once again to the next chapter of A Business Deal for a Friend. I've seen the attention I've been getting and I've got to ask you wonderful readers, how is my story getting out so well? Since the information has been shared with me, I am the only one with a Half-life, RWBY crossover; I'm only curious. Let's just get on with this chapter after answering some reviews of course. If you post as a guest, I can't exactly respond to the 'you' who reviewed, while I'll try, just wanted to let you know.

Guest#1: You're absolutely right, and don't think I wouldn't include that wonderful piece of weaponry

Guest#2: I understand that reading backwards is annoying, and you'll see that it'll change over time.

Guest#3: I had a good laugh when I wrote that line; believe it or not but I was having a good drink at that time after getting hurt, and what do ya know, alcohol always makes the pain go away.

Guest#4: Gordon has always been beautiful in my eyes... I mean a really good figure to follow into battle, yeah. I'm pretty sure Barney would make fun of him the rest of his life and even more afterword's by having it put on his own gravestone that Gordon was a Maiden.

Guest#5: Gordon can't stay away from his one true soul mate, Crowbar, for too long.

Guest#6: That's going to be the most difficult part of writing this really, trying to explain all of Remnant in scientific terminology, but mostly towards the filed that Gordon works in since not all scientists are geniuses of all departments, and such I have to work with it that was as well.

SilentXD7: Many people seem to miss the amount of power that our own world holds when it comes to weaponry, I mean, we basically have working lasers now. While having a personal forcefield and transforming weapons are cool and all, massive bombs are terrifying.

Priceless22: You're absolutely right, while skill difference might be extremely large, development of weaponry is a whole other field to experience.

Elusive Prey: Thanks, it means very much to me. I can easily saw that if Gordon was impressed by a woman shooting fire and a young girl being able to act as a massive magnet, I can easily say that he will be impressed with how Ruby handles herself.

Tinman: As we all know, Gordon is a beautiful Maiden where it counts... Just kidding. Gordon will always stick to science the first chance he gets, and while having magic is cool and all, there is a little part to it about the Maidens magic that you possibly might have forgotten... You must be a maiden to use it.

Not much to add, but still something in the end. Let's get on with it shall we?

P.S: A little twist for you readers, also it will get somewhat graphical, so just a warning for those who can't handle descriptive injuries and their treatment.

If there was one thing Gordon could say after walking out of the rather large cabin, it would be that the forest he currently stood in was possibly something out of a fairy tale. Almost no sort of manmade touch has a single sign around the house which was extremely unusually to begin with, but combined with the fact that from what he saw earlier, he figured that society would have at least taken down this much. He ignored the fact as he continued to follow Qrow outside into a large open area. Gordon guessed that this man was going to somehow demonstrate his 'magic' and prove to him that there was indeed a source of mystical power in this world. His opinion of the man was still in the fields of 'not-crazy' but it was beginning to go there since Qrow was carrying a large sword on his back that looked like a sword out of some sort of steampunk style of weaponry.

They stopped walking and Qrow turned around to face him.

"So, you're not going to believe that there is a sort of energy that surrounds us, or the fact that there's something inside of you that you can't begin to understand?"

Gordon just raised his hands into a simple shrug. There were just some things that he couldn't accept, and mystical forces protecting and empowering them through this force was just not one of them.

Qrow sighed as he pulled out the sword. A strangle clicking sound occurred and what happened before Gordon surprised him.

The blade itself began to split into sections and fold backwards, briefly taking on a curved scythe-like shape while the clockwork mechanism in the hilt began to move, the blade itself a gained red sharpened edge on the inside, while the outer edge took on a serrated appearance due to the folding. The hilt telescoped in two places, and to Gordon's surprise still, gave off the look of a traditional farming scythe, or at least he guessed. He'd never seen one in real life since he was a scientist, not a farmer. He began to take back that comment since he used a crowbar for most of his time fighting but was stopped when the man in front of him stabbed the scythes tip into the ground, creating what looked to be a small crater in the ground.

Gordon muttered a quiet "Oh" before glancing closer towards the weapon. While he may not have been in R&D, there was still a natural curiosity about strange weapons. Before he could continue, a familiar figure flew towards him. He raised his hands and caught a familiar feeling in his hands. The aged steel sitting in his now bare hands instead of the gloves that he normally wore. He looked down and saw the peeling red paint and darkened metal that contrasted his pale hands. A smile graced his face but was quickly drawn away by a cough.

"I take it you're a weapon fanatic as well?"

Gordon raised his eyes to Qrow who was staring at him with a questionable glance. He coughed into his hand as he lowered the crowbar down by his side.

"It's...just memories."

He saw Qrow nod his head as he looked back to his own weapon. "You're not the only one, every Hunter that's out there has a connection with their weapon. Practically becomes family when you have it long enough."

Gordon didn't say anything. He figured that others would normally laugh at a comment like that, but he could understand where he was coming from. The steel bar he held in his hand took him farther than anything he'd ever had before, besides his... he realized that even his own education hadn't taken him that far compared to what the crowbar had done. He laughed to himself at that as he continued to watch the man in front of him.

"Consider yourself lucky, well I guess not even that. Not many people get to see this, well at least be around to witness it."

Gordon wondered what he was talking about before he was stopped by Qrow once more.

"Just close your eyes for a single second, then open them; got it?"

Gordon nodded his head. He was truly curious at this point. Was there going to be some sort of magic trick where he pulls an animal from his cape or possibly 'walk on air.' He continued to wonder as he closed his eyes. After what he figured was a second, he opened his eyes and was greeted with a sight, or rather a lack of. The man that once stood in front of him was now gone and instead a Crowe was perched on the edge of the scythe that was stuck in the ground. Gordon couldn't say much at this point. He began to walk towards the scythe, he guessed that Qrow quickly dove behind the house or something, but then he realized that they were in the middle of the field, and that there was nowhere to hide whatsoever.

"Are you ready to listen now?"

Gordon spun around with his crowbar held high, and was instead met with Qrow standing next to his scythe, taking another drink from his flask which he was pretty sure was empty the last time he checked. Thoughts began to flood his mind as he tried to figure out on how he just disappeared like that, was it like magic like how a magician is able to pull birds out of nowhere but really, it's something more like a hidden compartment in their hat or coat, but that bird was...

Gordon quickly looked around for the crow that was sitting on the scythe, and figure that it flew off, but he knew that he didn't hear any sort of wing flapping, then that's when he caught on. He stared at Qrow with wide open eyes and had a single hand pointed out as he lowered his crowbar. He pointed to where the bird was sitting, then back to Qrow. While he repeated this several times, Qrow only nodded his head. Gordon caught the play on word sat this point, Qrow, was the crow... Now he just thought that was complete crazy talk as there is absolutely no way for a man to change into a crow and back, but by this point Gordon had to confirm something, and the only way he was going to get any answers was by listening, and so, he spoke. "I'm all ears."

Employment Opportunities

Subject: Shephard

Status: Detained

No Further Evaluation Required

Employment Opportunities available

Shephard had been sitting on the helicopter for a few minutes, or at least what felt like a few minutes. He knew it had been much longer than that. What might pass for a few minutes for his body, it seemed like a constant loop of his consciousness stopping him from losing all sort of sanity that he would have after the experience at Black Mesa. Time is nothing to him right now, nothing goes anywhere, the only sound that is there is the tapping of his boot on the metal floor of the V-22 Osprey. Many would think that they would take this time as a time to contemplate life as a whole, or maybe discover a new sense of being. Shephard didn't enjoy this luxury, no, as he said in his mind every time it lapsed over, his entire consciousness was in a complete loop so, there was no way to keep a thought for what could be considered for more than ten minutes. He looked back down at his watch and sighed. The time to repeat whatever number of loops it is now is coming closer, and yet again he doesn't care. It was this or some terrible fate, or so said mysterious G-man. He gave that name way back in basic, but it seemed to stick at this point.

Shepard leaned back and let his head rest on the seat. He almost tried to fall asleep but was pulled back to reality by a coughing of someone new. His eyes shot open and saw the last thing he would want to see, or rather is still seeing. The G-man was standing in front of him once again, the same suit and tie along with suitcase in his hand. The same bland expression, pale skin, and green eyes. Shepard could've sworn they were blue back when he sat in this same position before, but he decided to ignore it and speak, or at least he tried too. The words he tried to speak out of his mouth were instead forced to stay inside like a trapped animal wanting to run free. Instead the man in front of him spoke.

"I see you've taken a liking to your... situation Corporal Shepard."

Shepard felt like standing up and smashing the man's head into the side of the helicopter, but to no dismay, he was unable to move no matter what he tried. The man continued to speak.

"When we last left off, well... That's another time that... let's just say never happened." The man adjusted his tie. "The time has come to... offer you an opportunity of a life-time, or at least yoursss." He began to pace along the metal floor "My... employersss have decided to give you a chance to prove yourself for a single chance; think of it as a sort of... Internship." He stopped in front of Shepard once more. "You complete this job successfully, and you can guarantee yourself a position like no other. Don't fret though... You won't be alone; a fellow coworker will be there as well so, don't think everything is up to you." He seemed to be staring into Shepards eyes at this point. "Don't think of purposely sabotaging this chance either Corporal Shepard; I won't be hurt in the slightest, rather, you will be the one to suffer something so unthinkable that you'd rather wish you were dead instead." He turned away from Shepard and began to walk towards the portal he left through the first time. "I've taken the liberties of returning everything you had the last time we spoke; do take care. Good luck Corporal Adrian Shepard." With that the man walked through the portal, leaving Shepard alone on the osprey once more.

Shepard sat in the seat, completely lost in his own words and those of the man. An internship? A coworker? What job could he possibly be going on? As if acting on his words alone, everything outside the VTOL changed. The sky turned to a bright blue, and clouds flew by him. Without a moment notice, a feeling of vertigo hit him, or rather the falling feeling. That's right, he was falling, or rather the VTOL he was in was falling towards the ground. He felt the g-force of the speed begin to push him onto the floor of the VTOL. In a blind jump, Shepard reached for the door that now replaced the portal that the man entered. The cockpit in sight, he figured if he was going to crash, it was going to be in style.

Shepard pulled himself up, the forces now pushing him into the side of the controls, the VTOL now beginning to spin. He couldn't tell if he was just not feeling anything, or the PVC he was wearing was somehow stopping him from experiencing vertigo. A sudden change in gravity caused him to float upwards and slam onto the side of the pilot's seat. A grunt escaped from his mouth as he clambered into the pilot seat and buckle himself in; whether it would help or not didn't come across his mind, just not wanting to continue to tumble around the cockpit was the only thing he focused on at the moment.

After Shepard clicked the last buckle into place, he attempted to get a figure on where he was, but instead was only meet with a spinning headache alongside a mixture of blue and white in front of him. He guessed those to be the clouds and sky itself, but for all he knew it could've been the sea. He saw that everything inside the VTOL was on and operating, it was made even more clear by the ear blaring alarms screaming at him to fix the aircraft. While he hadn't had any sort of flying lessons, he took it as the rod in front of him to be the Centre-stick. He grabbed ahold on it and yanked it towards him, whether or not he knew if it would do anything, a sudden change in his spinning most certainly did. He glanced to his left, then to his right and saw a very distinct problem.

The two propellers where at completely different angles where one was at a zero-degree angle and was propelling him into a perpetual spin while the other was at what looked to be a perfect ninety. While he was no VTOL pilot, he sure as fuck knew that it wasn't supposed to be like that. Before he could think of anything, he glanced downwards and saw something he wasn't expecting at all, another stick, well rather control-half stick. Shepard knew that helicopters only had one joy-stick, but at this point he had to think all sorts of something new to try and figure out what he was now holding onto. His feet where slipped into what he could guess where the peddles for the rudder.

At this point, Shepard was more confused about the VTOL than he was his situation. Before he could look further into what he was attempting to do, a sudden jerk and a flash of leaves was the last thing he saw before his head crashed into the dashboard in front of him.

Only minutes passed and Shepard was brought back into the world of the living as the blaring of the onboard systems annoyed him to no end. His head was pounding as he unbuckled from the seatbelt and climbed from the seat. He didn't even care to look around before climbing back through the door that lead to the 'belly of the beast'. He looked around then and noticed many things that were not there before when he was aboard the VTOL. From what he could quickly count, there was at least twelve boxes of what looked to be 50. Caliber ammunition. Before he could question, out of the corner of his eye sat attached to the vehicle was an M2 Browning machine gun in what looked to be in excellent condition. He glanced back towards the body and saw that there were multiple medical packs that a normal field medic would carry around, a strange amount of them as well, at least six sat scattered around the VTOL's interior. Before he could continue, a gunshot attracted his attention. He quickly looked around for a weapon but only came up with what looked like what he could tell was... a wrench. He felt that his knife was still attached to his vest but his other weapons came up missing. He could waste time searching around for his actual firearms but decided that there was a time and place for such actions and the gunshots weren't getting any quieter but rather much louder.

Shepard grabbed ahold of the wrench and crawled his way next to the mounted M2 Machine gun and peaked over the edge of the VTOL. What he saw was much different from what he was expecting. The first thing he noticed, or rather smelled was the salt. It became much clearer that the salt was of the sea variant and that the trees that he was seeing were of the tropical variant as well. The next thing he saw were the people standing in the clearing, or rather fighting in the clearing. Multiple bodies collided with one another in what looked to be melee weapon combat, and what adorned them confused him even more. Each individual had what looked to be animal features; tails and ears alike. While that most certainly caught his attention, the black beasts, or what looked to be alien was attacking both forces, even those who shared what looked like masks alongside the alien beasts.

Shepard was extremely lost at the moment, and before he could even take a step forwards, a figure came flying through the open port he was peeking out of, and slammed right into the wall behind him. He quickly turned around and saw what that figure was, or at least he though he knew. The figure that was lying against the wall looked to be a female with... certain ears that resembled that of a... Kangaroo? She looked to be in pain, then Shepard noticed that the girl in front of him was indeed missing what looked to be an entire leg.

Without hesitation, Shepard dashed over towards a medic bag and quickly ran back over to the girl. Looking at the wound, he was thankfully enough that it was possibly the cleanest cut he'd seen before. He began to remember his training, while not a medic, he sure didn't waste any chance at learning how to treat wounds. Before he continued, he looked in the bag and pulled out a pair of, what he guessed to be sterile gloves. Slipping off his own, he replaced them with the white gloves and went to work. He quickly looked for what looked to be an artery, and it came up rather quickly, the spirting blood giving it away. He knew that he had to pinch the arteries that were bleeding, but while glancing over it, he only saw that single one, and so, he pinched. A jolt of pain seemed to affect the girl, and while he tried to hold her down, it seemed rather difficult. She almost seemed to be overpowering him at this point, but instead of attempting to wrestle her down, he only knew what to do best. He grabbed a needle and morphine and loaded it up before grabbing her wrist and holding her down long enough to administer her the pain-relieving drug.

It seemed to act quick enough, as most of this wonder-drug did, and she began to calm down. Shepard took this as a sign and quickly went back to what he was doing. Since he was the only one there, he had to release the artery and apply one of the tourniquet that was inside the bag to stop as much bleeding as he could. Noticing that much of the bleeding began to stop, he began looking around the bag for some sort of wire to tie it off. The only thing he could find was dental floss, while he was curious on why it was there, he pushed away the thought and began to tie off the arteries that he was holding onto. Following the first knot, he tied several others below it just to be sure. He knew that he wasn't done and he began looking around for something to clean the wound up with. He found a bottle of water on the bag and took ahold of it, spraying some water on the wound, the girl shook in pain once again, but this time Shepard didn't hold her down since she stopped rather quickly. He began to wash the wound and clean up anything such as dirt or grass that had placed itself there in her flight through the air.

Shepard thought of cauterizing the wound, but after glancing around, he noticed that there was no equipment even remotely ready for him to even use. He glanced back at the wound and realized that the wounds were already beginning to close themselves ever so slightly, causing the bleeding to slow down somewhat. He took this as a sign to very slowly release the tourniquet ever so slightly, paying much attention to the wound to make sure it didn't end up bleeding up even more. To his luck it didn't. He began looking back in the bag and came up with some sort of gauze, and a roll of bandages. While not the most proficient and applying bandages, since he made it this far, he can't be that bad at it.

He first covered the wound in the antibiotic ointment he found in the bag, what kind it was didn't bother him. As long as she didn't start screaming in pain or suddenly pass out was all that mattered to him. After applying the ointment, he reached for the gauze. He wrapped around it several times, making sure to cover up as much as he could with each wrap. After wrapping it to the best of his ability, he brought out the bandages and began following the same procedure by wrapping around it multiple times. After doing so, he pins the bandages together to stop them from falling off. Shepard looked around and took two of the medical packs and placing them below the stump and laying the girl on her back. He made sure that she was still awake, and still to his luck she was. She seemed to be saying something, but he ignored it and took it as a sort of rambling of those in intense pain.

Falling onto his rear, he looked at his handiwork and felt like patting himself on the back for saving someone's life there... something he couldn't do back at Black Mesa. Shepard shook away the thought, and before he could remove the gloves, he heard that the shooting and clanging of metal had stopped. He listened closely and was greeted with a rather pleasant shout.

"Find that girl and get her out here, I know she was thrown into there." Shepard knew immediately where 'there' was. "Climb in there and get her out so I can choke the life out of that traitorous bitch!"

Shepard turned to the opening of the VTOL and his eyes quickly were laid upon the gun emplacement that sat there. He smiled underneath his mask. He crawled his way towards the gun, staying out of sight, and he saw that there was a full ammo box attached to the gun. His luck must've been the best today. He listened closely to the footsteps that were getting closer and closer with each second. At what Shepard guessed him to only be meters away, he jumped onto the gun and pulled the bolt back to chamber a cartridge into the barrel. His hands wrapped around the handles in the back and the barrel aimed directly at the man in front of him. If Shepard really cared to remember, he could easily say that the man's expression was one of pure confusion before there was no face to express it.

When Shepard finally got a chance to look out in front of him, there were bodies that were scattered around the field, but the ones that were still alive from his point of view were the ones with the strange masks that matched the aliens, which was strange since there was no sign of the otherworldly beasts. Without no sign of stopping, Shepard continued to mow down those who stood within his line of sight, absolutely shredding those who didn't even attempt to run away, and those that did where met with the same fate. What confused him to no end was that some of the people in the opening attempted to 'dodge' out of the way of his bullets, which of course were met with death as well. He didn't even try to question why someone would attempt to do acrobatics while getting shot, it just reminded him of the black-ops assassins he fought at Black Mesa, their attempts also yielded nothing as well.

Shepard dropped the box when he ran out of ammo, quickly climbing back and grabbing another box. He quickly loaded back onto the gun and began the process all over again. He didn't know if they were all dead, or gone at this point, all he knew is that if he went down, so would the girl behind him? Before he could turn around and check on her, he felt a tugging on his vest. He stopped shooting and glanced behind him, the first thing his saw were the ears, then the girl lying right behind him.

He responded rather fast. "What the hell are you doing? You're injured, go back and lie down, I'll take care of this."

Her words were rather contorted and while slurred at first, he found out that he couln't understand her at all. "...esaelp ,esle enoyna truh t'nod ,esaelp ...mmirG eht tsuj ,meht toN" (Not them, just the Grimm... please, don't hurt anyone else, please...)

Shepard found this extremely confusing since right before he started this entire thing, he clearly understood what they were saying outside, and could perfectly understand the amount of hostility in his voice as well. Before he could respond to her, he turned back around and saw what he considered to be a problem. Those black alien beasts were at least numbering a good thirty in the tree line in front of him at the moment, and while he had plenty of ammunition, the current box he had was almost empty. He gritted his teeth underneath his mask. Well, if he was going to die, at least it was to some damn animals instead of some sadistic assholes, and so, he began to firing into the black horde. He quickly took down the entire first row of the aliens, and strangely enough there was no reaction from them, which gave him time to jump back down and drag three boxes back with him. From there he loaded up and began shooting into the now growing black mass in front of him.

Firing and firing, Shepard could swear that he was beginning to lose his hearing by this point. While he brought three boxes with him when this horde shooting started, from what he could see there was at least eleven empty boxes that he'd thrown outside... He just realized that he had this box and another one right after. He looked to the black mass and noticed that even after all this shooting, there seemed to be no end to it in front of him. He figured that after so many bodies it would create some sort of wall at this point, but there were no bodies littered across the ground, he couldn't even tell if the bodies of those he shot earlier were still there. A sound came clearly over the massive amount of snarling of the beasts in front of him, and that was the sound of clicking.

Shepard slammed the box off and threw it towards the encroaching black mass. He cursed to himself as he quickly loaded the last box onto the gun, and pulled the bolt back for what he guessed would be his last time. He began firing off into the mass once more, gritting his teeth as his hands became numb from the non-stop firing he's been doing for what he could have guessed for maybe fifteen minutes at this point. Shepard could see it on the gun as well, the barrel gaining a red-hot look. He had the slightest idea that he could cauterize the girls wound with it, but realized that was a terrible idea, and that he is just lucky at this point since he would be a terrible doctor.

He could noticeably tell that he was getting close to running out of ammo, the Hud telling him that he had about thirty shots left, but from what he could see in front of him, there was about another fifty aliens still remaining, though he took pride in clearing out what he considered to be an entire army of these damn things, there was also confusion since he's pretty sure he'd have cleared out the entire species at this point. Shepard was about to start firing once more until he heard more shouting, and then was soon followed up by a large mass of shadows dashing into the horde of aliens, quickly dispatching them. He didn't know what to do at this point, whether to keep shooting or... He looked down and realized that he never stopped shooting, and that he'd been ignoring the constant clicking that was coming from the now empty gun. He cursed to himself once more as he climbed back into the VTOL. From there, he began looking around for anything he could carry on himself, and to his luck, which seemed to be endless today, was a pristine Desert Eagle lying on one of the medic bags. Though he didn't see any ammo to go with it, as he began to climb for it, he tripped over what he could tell was the now sea of ammo casings that littered the floor. A quick crash into the wall next to the girl caused him to curse out loudly as he held his head.

Shepard quickly shook it off and grabbed ahold of the handgun, the feeling almost natural in his grip. He noticed that the sounds outside have died down considerably, and so he climbed his way back up and glanced around the edge of the VTOL and saw that the horde he was once battling was now completely gone, no bodies or anything. Instead he saw more people with animal parts, but what he saw which was different than before, they didn't adorn a mask like those of the aliens. He ducked his head back in and began to count his options. While he could attempt to fight his way out, he doubted it would work. These people were here for the girl probably, and thus if they got here, they probably would take her and leave... He doubted himself there as well. While he could just attempt to run, from what he could tell when they first got here, they were much more athletic than he was, and they would easily catch him within the first minute he would get to run, and if not them, the aliens would probably get him.

Shepard then got an idea, while it was an incredibly stupid one, it was better than the previous ones. He picked up the girl and began to drag her outside. The moment he did, he heard one of them shout. "!ereh revo srovivrus era erehT" (There are survivors over here!)

He quickly turned around, holding the girl with his arm and a gun to her head. Yes, Shepard would take this girl hostage and demand that he be taken to some sort of leadership and ask for transportation out of here and hopefully back to America if he was lucky enough. All of those that were standing out there immediately took a cautioned stance, some of them pointing their guns at him while other had different types of melee weapons. While he expected this, what he didn't expect was... the trombone?

Shepard shook away the thought as he shouted towards those standing in front of him. "My name is Corporal Adrian Shepard of the United States Military. I demand safe passage to civilization!"

Those that were standing in front of them didn't lower their weapons, instead those standing behind them showed faces of either curiosity or confusion, Shepard didn't care at this point. He saw the most front one walk up; what he could tell is that the woman shared an almost canny resemblance to that of a leopard. She began to speak. "esaelp ,nopaew eht pord tsuj ,su htiw uoy ekat ll'ew dna og reh tel tsuj ,mrah yna naem t'nod eW" (We don't mean any harm, just let her go and we'll take you with us, just drop the weapon, please)

Shepard again didn't understand a single word of what he heard, just absolute gibberish. He began to question his options at this point, while he could throw the girl at them, that would just not sit well with him at all since he was the one to fix her up to the best of his abilities, which he could still say was complete luck. That's when it hit him, the exhaustion. He wasn't sure if It was Black Mesa catching up with him or the entire thing he's encounter within what he could guess was the last hour or so. His legs could feel it, and so he took the best option with it. He fell down onto his rear and caught the girl in his arms before she could hit the ground. He rested his head on the back of the VTOL and decided that if he was going to die, or anything of the sort, he was going to sleep first. With that, he fell asleep.

Hey hey hey, how did all of you like that? A surprise huh, I know whenever I thought this up at like 1 in the morning I was thinking, "This is brilliant and I hope that everyone else likes it as well." And I really do hope you all like it as well. This chapter is getting posted early by the way, so no chapter this Saturday, hopefully you all are fine with that, I just didn't want to wait and let this chance slip away while it was one my mind.

A quick note: I know my writing isn't the best and honestly the ideas aren't all there either, if anyone would like to help, just send me a PM. While I'm an 'artist of the literary arts' I certainly don't think I'm that good at it. Just wanted to ask. Have a wonderful time everyone and get to bein happy.

P.S Don't forget to post your opinions and such, it really does help me a lot.