RWBY is owned by RoosterTeeth. I own the OC. 'Hi' Thought. "Hi" Spoken. Hi System/HUD. (Hi) Background. Author's note and explanation of skills and perks at the bottom.

Chapter 7: Snuggles, Uncles, and Puzzles

Waking once more in Phil's office, I hear voices on the other side of his door. Eavesdropping the best I could, I cupped my ear to the door.

(...not going the way we thought. We'd hoped that he'd be more intuitive with the menu system. He hasn't even messed with options yet. For goodness sake, he still hasn't turned off the tutorial helper!

Look, I get he's the first one to make it this far. Just, until he switches off the nightly meeting setting, you have to steer him in the right direction. We need as much data on the first run as possible. We're still trying to get more testers. So the workload won't get any easier if he bites it a few days in.)

Pulling away from the door, I frown as I sit back on the guests chair. While it was true I hadn't looked through all the option menus, I simply hadn't had enough time to adjust.

'Better do it now then, since they're worried about me dying too soon.'

Pulling up the options, I was greeted with the usual suspects. Visual, Display, Audio, Gameplay, and Difficulty. Going through Visual and Display, most of the settings were fine. Audio and Difficulty was mostly inaccessible as they were controlled by the admins and AI. The only thing I could change was subtitles on or off. Remembering my previous issues with notifications, I elected to leave them off.

Gameplay had a substantial amount of settings to play with though. Auto loot was prominently at the top. With three switches on what it prioritizes picking up as well! Selecting it to pick up all, I scanned through the rest of the options. I changed the nightly meetings to weekly, and turned off the tutorial helper. Then, I noticed something strange. Directly under auto looting, was a strange slider labeled Body Perk Effectiveness.

'This slider limits my Perks effectiveness??!? Oh we're changing that to 10! Having it on 3 is just insulting.'

Once this option is selected, it cannot be changed again. Are you sure?

'Yes. I'm not limiting myself like that.'

As soon as I confirmed the change, my senses were wracked with pain.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

"What's going on in here?!?" Phil yelled as he rushed into his office. He came around and knelt next to my thrashing body. As I was seizing on the floor, he waved his hands and I was levitated back onto the cot. He then clapped his hands and slapped my chest. A red glow erupted from him as I immediately went limp.

"How did you do this to yourself?" he asked.

"I just changed my Body Perk Slider. I don't understand how you did that though. Was that magic?" I groaned. My body felt like it had went 10 rounds with Yang.

"You're an idiot. And yes, that was magic. But that's not important. What is important, is how big of dumbass you are," Phil said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, stretching my now sore muscles.

"The Body Perk Slider was set that low because you humans are not used to the heightened senses of a full blown Faunus. As time went on, we would have gradually changed it. Now you've went from slightly different senses to Pure Faunus level. It's gonna be like you're a toddler again. You're going to have to adjust on the fly while being trained to kill things for a living," ranted Phil.

"It's also gonna affect everyday life. Your pheromones are gonna be ridiculously stout, you'll probably be able to hear every sound in a 30 meter range, and I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't blind yourself turning on the lights in your room."

"Wow. That bad huh?" I said, thinking he was overreacting.

He throws his arms in the air as he explodes at my apparent idiocy.

"YES, YOU ABSOLUTE PILLOCK! You know what? If you're not going to even ask the AI what something does before you mess with it, then I'm not going to fix it when you botch it up."

"Now, out of my office," he says hitting the button on his desk.

Waking up in my actual bed, I was glad I didn't have to see him again soon. Making him get that annoyed at me was not a good thing. Now if I messed something up, I was on my own. At least he's not actively sabotaging me, right?

Shivering at the thought, I rolled on my side and pulled my body pillow closer. I wonder if this is a used body pillow. It's kinda lumpy, it smells like lavender, it makes soft purring noises, and whenever I get comfortable, it keeps moving.

Now playing: If I Only Had A Brain

Slowly catching on to my sarcastic AI and the little known fact that pillows can't move, I opened my eyes. Now I know what Phil was talking about. The mid morning light coming through my windows was almost too bright. But once my eyes refocused, it was like I'd been colorblind my whole life. The richness of color in everything.

It was beautiful. Still not enough to miss that Blake is currently buried in my ribs. Upon checking to see if she was still asleep, she was, I had two choices. Wake her up and deal with it now, or, ignore it and hope it goes away. I chose the latter. It would have been fine too. Except for one thing.

"Hey, wake up! Blake is missing again! Have you seen her, oh, did you two have a sleepover?"

Ruby could unlock my door. Sure enough, when I sat up, she was standing close to the foot of my bed. Thankfully she'd shut the door behind her.

"Uhhhhh, it's not what it looks like?" I say, hoping that she's by herself.

"It sure looks like it was a sleepover, seeing how Blake didn't sleep in her bed last night. How come I wasn't invited?" asked Ruby with her hands on her hips.

Before I could answer, the rest of Team RWBY and JNPR barged in. It was like a scene out of Scooby-Doo. The door fell in with everyone piled on each other.

"SLEEPOVER?" shouted everyone at the same time. Before I could blink, Nora was at Ruby's side complaining how I should have invited her and Ren.

"Ren makes the best pancakes and I make a mean s'more. We could have watched movies, stayed up late talking about girls, and trade scary stories with a flashlight. It would have been GREAT!"

Apparently during all the ruckus, Blake had woken up.

"Nora, stop shouting please, I just woke up," said Blake groggily. Then her brain finally booted up and she realized she was not alone in bed. She turned and looked at me in surprise. Of course this is when the situation gets even worse.

She reflexively sniffs the air to confirm that what she is seeing is real. However, once she does, my now boosted pheromones elicit a primal response. Her ears stand at full attention, her eyes slit, and she growls at me. It also doesn't help that, like most men in the morning, my personal timber is standing tall. Thankfully, no one has noticed it yet.

Ding!

Due to being in proximity to "One Bad Day", LUK is temporarily -5.

That's when all hell breaks loose. Blake pounces on me, knocking us both off the bed. She grabs onto me, sniffing and rubbing my fur like a scratch and sniff fragrance. Yang comes over to help get her off as I'm now standing up with her still crazed partner all over me. As she pulls Blake off, Blake had apparently grabbed my waistband.

"RRRIIIIIIPPPPPP"

All of a sudden, it felt rather breezy in my room. Noticing this sudden change, I look down and see that I'm at full attention with nothing hiding it. I look up and find everyone staring at me. Weiss and Pyrrha have went straight to atomic blush and are trying to look at anything but me. Ren and Jaune are giving me looks of sympathy and cringing respectively. Nora has a strange look on her face, while Ruby is just staring at it. Blake has drool leaking out and Yang, Yang looks angry. Really angry.

"Uhhhh, it's a compliment?" I said. That was the last straw. Yang decided to end the conversation with a liver punch. Needless to say, I immediately dropped to the floor.

Meanwhile, across the campus.

"Why do I have the feeling that I just caused my niece to give somebody a beating?" asked a drunken huntsman to himself. "Ah well, not like Yang can't take care of herself." Continuing on his way to Ozpin's office, he wonders why he called a meeting this morning.

"Ozpin, you still should have told us you knew her beforehand." 'Great. Irondick is here. I knew I should have put harder stuff in my flask.' The huntsman formerly known as Qrow Branwen sighed as he walked into the office. Pulling out his flask, he drank a third of it.

"I didn't think it was necessary. Now that Mr. Branwen is here, we need to fill him in," said Ozpin. "Qrow, we now have a, *ahem, snag in the plan. Another magic user has turned up."

"*COUGH* It's not mine I swear!" sputtered Qrow, choking on cheap whiskey.

"When was the last time you were in Menagerie?" asked Glynda, eyeing him suspiciously. The others looked interested in his answer as well.

"The only time I went to Menagerie was 10 years ago. Oz sent me on a diplomatic mission to meet with the White Fang. Ghira was still running it at the time and we wanted to see if he had any hopefuls to send to the academies. He instead wanted to have a teacher or two in the White Fang itself. So, I taught a couple people a thing or two for a month, then Summer happened. I'm not drunk enough for this."

"Your alcoholism aside, who did you teach?" replied Glynda.

"The now current leader Sierra Khan and some emo brat named Adam," said Qrow. "So who's the new one? Are they here?"

"Yes, he's currently attending Beacon at the moment and, oh, looks like Ms. Xiao Long has put in a request to fight him in the arena," said Glynda looking at her scroll.

"That's my firecracker alright. Did she list a reason?" asked Qrow chuckling.

"The one listed is 'To defend my sister's innocence' apparently," said Glynda dryly.

"WHAT!?"

Meanwhile in a undisclosed location in Vale.

"Sir, we have reports of a Pure Faunus attending Beacon. He was spotted in Vale with another Huntress in training. What should we do?"

"I'll bring it up with Taurus. He might be able to sway him to our side. If he joins the Fang, we can use him to convince the other Pure ones to join. Keep tabs on him until further notice."

"Yes Sir."

"The pieces are coming together. Soon all the Faunus will be the ones holding the leash."

Author's Note: DUN DUN DUN! It seems that our hero is attracting attention from some ne'er-do-wells. But he's got more pressing issues with the blonde bombshell. Can our hero clear the air with Yang? Will Qrow ever put down the bottle? Tune in next time to find out! EE.