The Blood Watching.
Gamer: AYYYYYE we back! And this time, WE GOTS REVIEWS! Annnnd an announcement, but that's after the reviews, so let's get into it.
GamehunterMC: YOU GOT IT DUDE!
Guest: Thanks man, and as for if it'll be a harem or not well it depends on the votes, if two or more of the girls (say Ruby and Blake) get the same amount of votes then Erik dates both.
Majinsy3: Alrighty then so that's now one vote for Neo, keep sending those votes people!
Rogue H. Dragoon: I'll make sure to do that, nice profile pic BTW.
Gamer: Alright now for the announcement, so people seem to be enjoying the fic, and I feel that you'd all like a chance at, erh, 'adding' to the story so here's the challenge; send some fanart through PMing me, and whoever's got the most creative piece will get to set the basic 'plot' of a chapter, sound cool? Good luck everyone!
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I don't own RWBY, just my OC!
Chapter 4.
The tension in the dining room (which Gamer summoned with a snap of his fingers because fuck physics) was thick, thick enough to cut with a steak knife. Multiple glances were sent to one black haired red eyed teen at the far end of the table as he munched on some ribs, literally ribs, as in bones of cows. Weiss seething in her seat, only taking small bites of her risotto. Before she could say something (and potentially start an argument) a pop signalled the return of Gamer.
"Now, as is painfully obvious, there is a quite a bit of tension in the room concerning, erh, certain individuals. So, since we all just watched the teens all get INTO Beacon, we'll skip about a month in time and react to a certain 'predicament' of Erik's. As soon as you're all done eating we'll rendezvous in The Theatre in say, 15 minutes?" Getting nods of the affirmative, Gamer popped out of existence.
"So, uhm, what do you think we'll be watching?" Ruby said weakly, looking to her mother in hopes of saving. Summer cleared her throat and collected her thoughts.
"Well sweetie, Mr. Gamer said we'd be watching Erik deal with a 'predicament', so I suppose we watch him, uhm, deal, with it?" Even to Summer, such an explanation seemed weak. As multiple deadpan expressions were sent her way, she decided that silence was probably best, Ruby however, either didn't notice or endeavoured to ignore them, "Do you think we'll be helping him?" She questioned.
"Why in the world would we be helping that, that. . .PSYCHOPATHIC murdering scum!?" Weiss exclaimed, glaring at Erik as he took a piece of Blake's tuna slice without her notice. Ruby stuttered nervously, not sure how to react.
"I met a guy named Scum once. . ." Erik began, drawing confused glares in his direction, "Guy sold me some sort of secret serum, ever since I've been unable to smell the colour orange. . ." He finished with a far away look, "I miss him, he was cool." He sulked. Suffice to say, the others all decided to go back to The Theatre.
Once everyone was seated in their usual spots, (minus Erik, who thought it'd be fun to watch at the back upside down on a chair,) Gamer popped into existence. "Now remember, we'll be watching from a month inwards of the school year, so don't be surprised if you found yourselves conversing with people you've never met with before." And like that he was once again gone.
The camera panned inwards of a classroom, Glynda Goodwitch sitting at her desk shuffling through what appears to be essays. All seemed calm, until a red and black blur that WASN'T Ruby barrelled into the classroom, nearly knocking Glynda out of her chair as Erik cheered.
"A month of school and Erik is already assaulting a teacher." Yang deadpanned, face palming as Glynda glared at a laughing Qrow and a chuckling Ozpin.
"Well, we don't KNOW if he's assaulting her." Velvet said, gaining more than a few glares.
"Well if he's not attacking her, than what is he doing?" Coco questioned. Velvet chuckled meekly, "U-Uhm, maybe she's his favourite teacher and he's, uhm, giving a hug?"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! Glynda's got a little fanboy! Pffft hahahahaHahahAHAHAhahaHAHahA!" Qrow absolutely lost his shit, and fell onto the ground, his flask forgotten. Glynda's glare doubled in anger, silencing Ozpin, but not Qrow, never Qrow.
Erik: Heeey Glynda, how are you, has anyone told you that you look ravishing this fine evening?
Erik was swapping his trademark grin against Glynda's scowl. The blond teacher pushed Erik off of her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at him.
Glynda: Mr. Vagrant, you do realize that you have class with Prof. Port correct?
Chuckling to his teacher (or himself who knows) Erik shook his head.
Erik: Nah, he kicked me out when he realized I was balancing a bunch of books on that gold bust of his face in his class, and after I smacked one of said books onto his head when he started saying that 'such behaviour would never do in the Huntsman party I led against the dreaded Grey Beowolf of Mistral'. I mean come on, if you're gonna talk about impossibilities, expect a book on the anatomy of Grim smacking you in the head!
Glynda V.O: That does sound like something Peter would do.
Erik: Besides, now I get spend time with the ever so lovely Prof. Goodwitch.
Things were silent for a minute, neither looking anywhere else except each other.
Glynda: What do you want Mr. Vagrant?
"FUCK! How'd she know!?" Erik exclaimed from his position on the floor (he fell off his chair.)
"That's our Glynda for you, always getting in your head." Qrow quipped, ignoring the hate filled glare from Glynda (probably for the best anyways.)
Erik: Okay soooo, do you by chance have a car? Cause I need to go somewhere and I'm not allowed on the Airship back to Vale unless its emergencies. . .or I stow myself on board.
"Would that really be necessary Erik?" Blake said, not exactly sure if she wanted to know the answer to that question.
"Yeah, probably when I think about it." He said, smiling as her eyebrow twitched in slight annoyance. "And you couldn't, say, take a taxi?" She deadpanned, and for a second Erik was silent, until "God dammit why didn't I think of that!?"
Glynda: Yes, though I highly doubt that that's any of your business.
Erik: Come oooon! Please! You'll be my favourite teacher! I'll help dye your hair!
Glynda: I don't dye my hair!
Erik: Bullshit, I smell the ammonia! Come ooooon please!? It'll be like a 30 minute trip!
Growling in annoyance at the student in front of her, Glynda sighed before muttering something to herself. Looking to the teen in front of her as he used some form of puppy eyes-which were actually rather disturbing considering his eyes were red-she sighed once more.
Glynda: Very well, I'll drive you to where you need to go, but you do exactly as I say when I say it, understood?
Erik leapt to his feet and gave her a salute.
Erik: Jawohl, commandant!
Following his teacher in a military stance, Glynda led the way to the school garage, where they found her silver (and rather expensive looking) car parked. Erik gave a whistle of appreciation at the sight of the car.
Erik: Damn, apparently teachers get paid more than I realized.
"I hardly see how my payment is any concern of yours Mr. Vagrant." Glynda deadpanned, pursing her lips as the teen laughed good naturedly.
"Aw c'mon Glyn! Admit it you had to sell of a bunch of stuff to afford the car, come oooon we're all friends here!" Erik cheered, throwing an arm around her shoulders and chuckling at her annoyed expression. Sighing to herself, Glynda worried just how the hell she ended up in this situation.
"Young man, I find it unlikely that Glynda appreciates your advances." Ironwood glared at the teen, but Erik wasn't exactly deterred, and Glynda wasn't exactly appreciative, "You'll do kindly, James, to remember that I am perfectly capable of handling myself." She commanded, fixing a cold glare at the general. Erik found this quite funny, "Oooooo, Glyn just told off General Irondick like a boss!" At this point he lost it, leaning on Glynda for support as he laughed to his heart's content at the General's new nickname.
The Theatre erupted into laughter as Irond- I mean Ironwood seethed in his seat.
Held his hand out for a high five to Glynda, who shook her head and hid her smirk as she gave a slightly half-hearted high five.
The camera switches to show the two inside the car, with Glynda driving, a small scowl on her face as Erik gave directions. When Erik called to stop, her scowl switched for a confused expression as Erik walked right into a psychiatric clinic.
When he came out, her confused expression grew as she saw him carry three bright orange pill capsules.
Glynda: Mr. Vagrant, what are those pills?
Erik hummed in thought, checking over the instructions on the side of each capsules before answering.
Erik: Well Glynda the Goodwitch, the first capsule is filled with Olanzapine for my schizophrenia, the second one is filled with some sort of Andorphine, I think Prozac, or maybe Sarafem, either one I suppose. And the third is filled with some experimental drug called, I think like Sine Sensa or something, it basically makes me completely unable to feel pain, helps for my semblance.
Glynda: Are they harmful!?
Looking at Erik with a shocked expression, she watched as the teen casually took out one pill from each capsule and swallowed them whole.
Erik: Well, they have side effects, but nothing dangerous per say. The Prozac and Olanzapine mixture fills me with some sort of apathy, I can't feel for other people very easily at the least, and the experimental drug makes me sterile.
"Sterile!? You're taking drugs that make you unable to get a women pregnant!?" Blake exclaimed, looking in horror as Erik shrugged.
"Eh, you get used to it, not like I'd be a good dad anyway I mean, come on let's be real here I'd probably turn my kids date to mush if they don't treat them right." Erik grinned at the gaping faces around him.
"So lemme get this straight, you're taking an experimental drug that makes you unable to women pregnant, and you're just okay with this!?" Sun questioned. "Yeah, pretty much." Erik said, idly fussing with his tie. "Dude. . .that's fucked up." Sun mumbled, gaining a nod from Neptune as he tried to restore blood to his face after it dropped to his heart.
"But Erik, you'll never be able to have a family unless you adopt, doesn't that make you sad?" Ruby questioned sadly, her frown deepening as Erik shook his head, "Nah, the Prozac makes me unable to feel real sadness, I mean I can fake it but it probably won't be real. . .probably." He shrugged, going back to fussing with his tie.
Glynda: Why in the world would you need to take a drug that makes you unable to feel pain!?
Erik: Well, like I said it's for my semblance, what you think I can just magic up some blood for me to control? Nah, I gotta use my bleeders or bite myself or some such shit for me to bleed and yah know, use my semblance. Plus my Aura is connected to my blood everytime I use it, it kinda feels like I'm having burning hot wires ripped from my skin, unless I got the Sine Sensa!
Laughing to himself as Glynda drove all the way back to Beacon, a conflicted expression on her face.
The camera switched to show Erik and Glynda walking through the hall back to class, Erik cheerfully juggling his bleeders as he hummed a tune.
Glynda: Mr. Vagrant. . .Erik, if you need some help in procuring your medication, please ask beforehand, understood?
Erik: Yeah sure I guess. See yah Glyn, I'ma go beat up Cardin and his crew of racist dick munching cunts, see yah!
And with that he was off, cheerfully skipping as he quietly planned out how he was gonna eviscerate him with a rusty spoon and make him watch Boku no pico at the same time. . .truly evil that young man was.
Erik: Oh Caaaardin! Here Cardy Cardy Cardyyyy! I got a surprise for yooooou!
"It seems that Erik has a bit of tenacity, wouldn't you agree Emerald?" Cinder whispered, leaning back in her chair with a carefree, but devious expression.
Oh the schemes she was planning.