"Look, I'm Telling You Guys, Ruby's Going To Be Fine." Scythle said through the bathroom door.
"Fine? Don't you remember how you felt yesterday?" Weiss screeched through the wood as she attempted to stare daggers at the purple haired girl at the other side of it, at team RWBYS's request of course.
"We're Not Having Another Chapter Dedicated To Someone Being Sick." Scythle argued.
Weiss let out a sharp groan as she rolled her eyes, turning away from the door in an attempt to prevent her headache from getting any worse. By chance, her eyes fell upon the team blonde, who was currently applying a wet towel to her younger sister's forehead.
"You sure you're gonna be fine without us?" Yang asked, her face completely filled with worry as she reminded herself how pale her sister had gotten.
"Don't worry." Ruby reassured her adoptive sister before she went into a fit of coughing. Once she stopped, she turned back to Yang, the blonde's face somehow becoming even more concerned after that display. "This isn't the first time I've needed to do something like this."
"Yeah, but-"
"I Feel Scottish." Scythle commented as she finally came out of the bathroom, dressed in the Beacon Academy uniform, and evidently not enjoying any piece of it.
"Well, it's either you dress like that, or you take care of your twin sister, who just spent all of yesterday doing the same for you, might I add!" Weiss growled at the former criminal, earning an eye roll.
"Listen Here, Ice Queen." Scythle started, poking right between Weiss's eyes, pushing her back a step. "I Didn't Come To Beacon To Have People Tell Me How To Live My Life. If You Want Someone To Take Care Of Her, Jump Into A Nurse's Outfit And Do It Yourself."
Weiss's eyes grew even more stern before she opened her mouth to retort. Before she could get the chance to, however, Blake draped a hand over her shoulder. "Give it a rest, Weiss." Blake said in her normal tone of voice. "It's clear that she's not going to change her mind no matter how much you argue with her."
"Thank You." Scythle remarked as she threw her hands up into the air, glad someone was finally taking her side.
"I mean, it's not as though we're in charge of her rehabilitation, or anything." Blake concluded with a smirk as she sent a mischievous grin towards her purple teammate.
Scythle's eyes went wide as she silently sputtered out her astonishment at this. Her motions were quick and fanatic as she attempted to come up with a counter to the Faunus's remark, her attempts only serving to remind her that she had none. Six seconds later, she dropped her hands to her sides as she hung her head.
"Fine, You Win, You Asshole." Scythle stated as she pulled out her Scroll and hurriedly put in a number, turning away from her team. As she brought her Scroll up to her ears, she immediately heard a voice from the other end. "Hello, My Name Is Scythle Dieful. My Leader And Sister, Ruby Rose, Got Sick And No One In My Team Is Willing To Risk The Tardy To Take Care Of Her." She looked over her shoulder at the rest of the team, to see shock from Yang, anger from Weiss, and mild indifference laced with surprise form Blake. "And Quite Honestly, Neither Am I. I'm Going To Need You To Send Down A Nurse To Take Care Of Her."
She went silent for a moment, allowing Blake to faintly make out the voice from the other end of her call. "Why Yes, Glyny. I Do Realize That You're A Professor And Not A Nurse. But You Were The Only Number I Had. Just Take Care Of It."
With that, she clicked her Scroll and turned back to the rest of her team. "And As One Final Rea… Rea… Whatever." She then disappeared from view, the sent of purple rose petals filling the room before dispersing as she returned and ran up to her sister.
She then plopped a scoop of strawberry ice cream on Ruby's forehead.
"Okay, Get Well Soon, Sis!" Scythle stated as she turned and hurriedly walked out the door, quickly closing it behind her. The rest of team RWBYS was let to stare at the scoop of pink sugar in confusion before the door swung open as Scythle peered back in. "Come On Guys, We're Gonna Be Late, And I Don't Want To Risk Getting In Trouble." Just as quickly as she returned, she left once more.
The remainder of team RWBYS was once again left to stare at their leader in confusion before Ruby forced a smile. "I'll be fine." Ruby stated as her head started to sting, the ice cream just barely missing her eyes as it melted. "Just keep her out of trouble, okay?"
Weiss and Yang let out an annoyed sigh as the blonde grabbed a pack of tissues to clean the ice cream of her sister's face. "If you say so." The white haired girl stated as she turned for the door.
"Care to inform us of why you, of all people, would be so vehement on attending class?" Weiss asked as she and the rest of her team lead Scythle through the halls of Beacon.
"I Would, If I Understood What Any Of Those Words Meant." Scythle said, poking her fingers together as she looked away from the group.
"She wants to know why you were so hell bent on going to class." Blake responded.
"Oh, That!" Scythle said before she pulled out her Scroll and brought up the notes she had taken a few days prior. She then rushed forward and stuck it out in front of the group for them all to see. "These Are All Of The Most Common Traits Of A Mary Sue And, By Extension, OCs Such As Myself. If I'm Going To Be The Most Amazing Character In History, I Need To Exemplify These Tropes. In Order To Do That, I Need To Do Amazing In Class Without Even Trying!"
"Uh, don't you want to avoid all that stuff?" Yang asked as she quickly skimmed the list.
"And Become An Anti-Sue? No Thank You." Scythle remarked as she yanked her Scroll back and quickly pocketed it.
Weiss rolled her eyes at the display of her new teammate, still attempting to wrap her head around Scythle's end goal. "You, doing well in class? I can't see that happening even if you pulled all nighters studying."
"You Have Such Little Faith In Me, Weiss." Scythle pouted as the group rounded another corner. "Just You Watch, I'll Do Better Than All Three Of You Put Together!"
"Well, I doubt that would be very hard, given the fact that Yang would probably prove detrimental to the grade score." Weiss stated, pointing a thumb towards the blonde, earning a soft punch from the taller girl.
Looking over her shoulder, Weiss saw that what she had said had once again flown over Scythle's head. "I'm saying Yang's an idiot." Weiss quickly remarked, earning another jab from the blonde.
"Oh." Scythle said before she quickly pointed a finger at Weiss, determination burning in her eyes. "Then I'll Do Better Than You On Your Own!"
"Please, nothing short of a magic genie could pull that off." Weiss rolled her eyes once more, this time with a more confident smirk on her face.
"What A Coincident; That's How I Came Into Existence." Scythle chuckled to herself.
"No, it wasn't."
"Do You Have Any Proof?" Scythle glared at the Faunus girl, who just rolled her eyes. "I Didn't Think So… By The Way, Where Are We Going?"
"To Pr. Port's classroom." Yang said.
"Didn't you read the schedule?" Weiss asked.
"I Refuse To Let A Piece Of Paper Control My Life!" Scythle stated.
"Read it, I refuse to be responsible for you're preparations." Weiss remarked.
"You Can't Make Me!"
"Why do I need to suffer because of Ruby's decisions?" Weiss asked.
"Last One In Their Seat's Gives Me A Message!" Scythle called out to the rest of her team as she rushed down the stairs. She then quickly rushed back up to the rest of her team, a curious look in her eyes. "Question: Where's My Seat?"
"It's open seat, you can sit any-" Before Yang could finish, Scythle blazed down the stairs once more, thuds and thumps quickly following up from the front row. "-Where." Once the rest of team RWBYS got down to the first row, they were left to behold what Scythle had just done.
"Oh, for Oum sake!" Weiss groaned as she looked at the elaborate throne Scythle had constructed all the chairs from the first row.
"'In My Pants' Was Also A Answer." Scythle commented, either oblivious to the reactions of the rest of her team or apathetic.
"Scythle, deconstruct this abomination right now." Weiss growled at the girl, giving her the trade marked Schnee stare.
"Fuck You, I'll Do What I Want." Scythle stated, as she kicked her feet up onto the desk.
"Where are the rest of us supposed to sit?" Weiss growled again before her eyes lit up. A smile quickly formed across her face as she turned to leave the purple girl. "Anywhere but with you, right. Thanks, Scythle."
"You Can Reward Me With A Lap Dance!" Scythle called out.
"Snowball's chance in hell."
"Uh, Scythle, you really should deconstruct this thing." Blake said as she looked over at the clock and realized that Port would be there soon. "I'm pretty sure you'll get in trouble for causing a scene.
Scythle's relax expression then changed to one of horror with a quick shattering sound. Quickly jumping off the chair, Scythle rushed around the room putting them all back in their designated places. "Okay, There!" Scythle said as she threw herself back into her, now much lower, seat, and turned to glare at Blake. "You Take The Fun Out Of Everything, You Know?"
"Just looking out for my teammate." Blake stated as she sat down.
"I Don't Need Your Help!" Scythle stated as Blake began to take out her note book and pencils. Cocking an eyebrow, she turned to look at Yang, and saw the blonde doing the same thing. She then leaned over her desk to get a look at Weiss from the other side of the room and, no surprise, the white haired girl was doing the same thing. "Um." Scythle began as she turned back to Blake. "You Wouldn't Happen To Have A Spare… Notebook, Pencil, Pen, And Textbook, Would You?" Scythle counted off with a nervous smile.
Blake rolled her eyes as she tore a few pages out of the back of her notebook and passed the sheets and a spare pencil to Scythle. "You can read off my textbook with me." Blake stated.
"Right." Scythle smiled before turning back to Blake. "It Doesn't Have Any Big Words, Does It?"
Blake just rolled her eyes in annoyance before she saw Port walk into the classroom. After looking over the class for a brief moment, the veteran looked down towards Scythle, cocking an eyebrow. "Hm, trying a new hair color, Ms. Rose?"
"Huh?" Scythle muttered, looking around the room quickly before she realized the fat man was talking to her. "Oh, No, I'm Ruby's Sister."
Port then looked to the girl's side in confusion. "Your sister is right next to you."
"No, I'm Her Long Lost Twin Sister." Scythle stated. "Didn't You Get A Memo Or Something."
"They never tell me anything anymore." Port mumbled as she began stroking his non-existent beard. "Well then, would you like to introduce yourself to the rest of the class, Ms… Rose?"
"Gladly." Scythle smirked before she blurred on top of Port's desk. "But Only My Friends Refer To Me By That Name. The Rest Of You Can Call Me Ms. Scythle Bottilicious Dieful The Most Magnificently Amazing! Or Just Scythle Dieful For Short. As The Name Implies, I Am The Most Amazing Person Out Of Everyone In Any Given Situation. Try Your Best, And You Just Might Be Able To One Day Meet The Standards I Set. Just Know That Just Because I'm Forced To Be Here Doesn't Mean I'm Going To Make It Easy For You."
"Thank you,-" Port stated.
"I Also Enjoy Long Walks On The Beach, Italian, And Any Events Where Clothing Is Optional." Scythle counted off. "I Have Been To Every City And Village In Remnant At Least Eight Times, And Have The Nick-Knacks To Prove It. I Am Proficient In Almost Every Weapon Imaginable And Carry At Least-One Two Three-Four On Me At All Times."
"Okay, you may-"
"Nine If You Count My Handcuffs." Scythle continued. "And For Anyone Who Thinks I'm Sexy, I.E. Everyone, You're In Luck, I'm Currently Single."
"Alright, Ms. Dieful, that is quite enough." Port stated more forcibly. "Now please take your seat so that we may start class."
"But I Haven't Gotten My Life Story Yet." Scythle remarked, earning her an angry stare from Port. Amazing how much emotion the man can emote without opening his eyes. "Fine, Anyone Who's Interested Can Just Read The Story On FanFictoin." With that, Scythle blurred back into her seat.
Port let out a soft sigh of relieve as the purple girl reappeared in her chair. "Now then, I presume everyone save our new student has completed the reading assignment from last week."
"That Reminds Me," Scythle whispered towards Blake. "What Does This Eggman Wannabe Teach?"
"Grimm studies." Blake whispered back before narrowing her eyes. "Did you do anything to prep-"
"Pfft, And This Guy Thinks We'd Need To Read Books To Figure The Grimm Out." Scythle said as she leaned back in her chair. "This Class Is Gonna Be A Piece Of Pie."
"Cake."
"Where?" Blake just rolled her eyes again, and realized she was probably going to do a lot of that from now on.
"Come to think of it," Port began, turning away from his students. "That reminds me of a story from my youth as an able Huntsmen. I'm sure you'll all enjoy this one."
The groan that came from nearly everyone in the class said otherwise.
"It was a night like this one." Port began.
"It's 8:09 in the morning!"
"It was a morning like this one." Port remarked. "I had just finished breakfast and was on my way to the Hunter request board of the village I was staying at to look for a new hunt to test my abilities."
Yang eased herself against her knuckles and tried to keep herself awake as her professor began to drone on about a story no one really cared for, and began looking around the room for something to focus on. By chance, her eyes landed upon her sister's sister. Much to Yang's surprise, though, Scythle didn't show any signs of tiring, her pencil gripped in her left hand, paper readied before her, and it looked as though Scythle was almost paying attention to what Port was saying.
Scythle's eyes then lit up as the girl released a silent 'Oh,' and quickly began scribbling down notes. emphasis on the word 'scribbling.'
"Are you actually paying attention to this?" Yang asked silently.
"Well, Yeah, Isn't That What Students Do?" Scythle asked as she continued to jot down what was more akin to hieroglyphics than notes. She then turned towards the blonde, a curious look in her eyes. "No, Seriously; Isn't That What Students Do? Cause I've Kinda Never Been To School Before."
"You-you're actually listening to this?" Yang asked, gesturing to the fat man rambling about his life to anyone who would listen. "Of all the things to pay attention to, you pay attention to the thing no one else does?"
"No One Else?" Scythle asked before looking back at Port with more determination in her eyes than before. "You Guys Are Just Making This Too Easy."
Yang let out a sigh as she eased herself back onto her knuckle. She absolutely could not get a bead on her new sister.
Time seemed to drag for the rest of the class as Port continued on with his tale, completely oblivious to how he was losing more students by the minute. Yet throughout the whole thing, Scythle seemed to remain invested in his tale, putting in more effort than anyone around her. Which considering her competition, was an accomplishment?
"-I then returned home, carrying the missing goods across my shoulders, victorious once more." Port concluded before turning back to his mostly sleeping class. "Any questions."
The first hand to shoot into the air was Scythle's, a childlike smile stretched across her face. Seeing this, Port silently chuckled to himself as he realized that he might have an exemplary student this year after all. "Ms. Dieful?"
"As Interesting As Hearing A Sucky Huntsman Fight A Beowulf Is," Scythle began, her face for once reflecting a naive innocence. "I Kinda Lost Track Of What You Were Saying And Started Writing 'Blah Blah Blah' Over And Over Again. Is That Close Enough?"
And all of Port's hopes died, giving way to anger.
"'Sucky?'" Port began as he approached Scythle. "Listen here, Ms. Dieful; just because you are new here does not mean I will tolerate any disrespect!"
"But Everyone Else Gets Away With It!" Scythle argued, leaning over the incoherent mess she called notes.
Immediately, Port stopped, cocking an eyebrow at his new student. "Everyone?"
"Yeah." Scythle said, completely unaware of the fanatic gestures from Blake and Yang attempting to silence her. "At Least, That's What Yang Told Me." Gritting her teeth, Yang lurched back into her seat, looking to her professor with worried eyes.
Port then began to look around the room, just then noticing how almost every student was either asleep or wasn't even paying attention to him. "Is that so?" He then walked back behind his desk and climbed up onto his chair. The veteran Huntsman then pulled down his weapon and aimed towards the ceiling.
A loud *BLAM!* echoed through the classroom after Port pulled down the trigger. Immediately, the students jumped back to life, looking around the room fanatically before the caught eye of the weapon in their teacher's hands.
"Well then," Port began, his eyebrows lowering to as his face grew much more stern than it ever had been. "Now that I finally have all my student's attention, it has been brought to mine that no one else here appreciates or enjoy my grand tales to inspire." The eyes of nearly every student in the room grew fearful as they realized they had been found out. "A three-thousand-word essay on why you should respect your elders, due this time next week."
The entire classroom was filled with groans of the students. "Except for Ms. Valkyrie and Ms. Dieful here." Port concluded, giving the two students in question a quick smile. "Keep up the good work you two."
With a quick grin, Scythle blurred her legs into a crisscross position, turning to shoot a look at Yang that said 'yeah, that just happened.' The purple haired girl was completely oblivious to the daggers the rest of the class was staring at her.
"What!?" Yang yelled out, eyes turning red as she stared down her teacher. "Nora, I get. But why Scythle?"
"Because we wouldn't want to overwhelm the young girl on her first day in class." Port said. "That, and she was the one to bring this to my attention. Consider it a way of showing thanks."
"Yeah, Yang, You Can Learn A Thing Or Two From Me." Scythle said with a smirk as she leaned back in her chair.
"And to answer your question, Ms. Dieful." Port began. "No, you're notes will not make a sufficient substitute. Though that story served more as a review than anything, so it shouldn't matter too much. And please, do try to show your teachers the respect they deserve."
"Will Do, Professor." Scythle said with a quick salute and a pleased grin. As Port turned back towards his desk to proceed with the day's lesson, Scythle felt something lightly strike her in the back of the head. Cocking an eyebrow, she looked over her shoulder towards the row above to see where it had come from, reaching towards the spot where it connected. She noticed a student above her quickly fumbling with something as he went back to observing his teacher. Turning back around, Scythle pulled the projectile before herself.
A piece of wet paper crumpled into a ball.
Growing even more confused, Scythle felt another hit her above the ear. Activating her semblance, she quickly got a look at a student hiding a straw among their pencils and pens. As she glared in his direction, another ball hit her in the back of the head.
'So That's How We're Doing Things, Eh?' Scythle thought as the assault continued. She began looking over her, at the moment very limited options as Port carried on with the lecture, seemingly oblivious to the attack the rest of the class was waging against her.
She could go to Port and have him take care of it, but they were clearly doing this because she already got them into trouble, and that would just serve to make their attack on the girl worse. She couldn't do anything to the students directly, not without risking the death penalty, even if they were asking for it. What she needed right now was a way to make them think that she can, and most likely will, hurt them if they give her reason enough to without laying so much as a finger on them.
"Now then," Port began, turning back to face the room. "Would anyone like to apply what we had learned about the Grimm's anatomy to slay one here?"
Bingo.
Immediately, Scythle's hand was in the air, a confident smirk replaced her face of thought. Port looked at the purple girl and smirked beneath his mustache. "Enthusiasm, I like that. Change into your battle attire and return to class with your weapons. I'm sure this will be a sight worth seeing."
Disappearing in a furry of rose petals, Scythle almost immediately returned to the class room dressed for combat, carrying behind her a single pistol. "I Would Have Brought My Staff, But I Haven't Gotten Around To Fixing It Yet."
"Ready, Ms. Dieful?"
"Any Day Of The Week." Scythle stated with utmost confidence as Port swung his BlunderAxe at the look on the cage.
As the door swung open, Scythle was presented with yet another Boarbatusk. She briefly mused about how it was probably a cousin or brother or something to the one she killed during her initiation. She didn't focus on this long, however, as she shot forward and kicked the Grimm in the jaw, throwing it upwards into the air. Exposing its weak belly, Scythle unfolded her scythleg, threw her pistol into knife mode, and began hacking and slashing at the beast. After roughly thirty-three slashes through the Grimm, Scythle then moved behind it and bashed her elbow against its head, throwing it to the floor, where it exploded into several pieces that quickly began evaporating.
This all happened roughly in the span of four seconds.
The entire classroom stared at the display wide eyed, still trying to process what had just happened before them as Scythle put her free hand on her hip and refolded her pistol.
"That… Was remarkable." Port gasped, one of the many sets of eyes left to awe at what Scythle had just accomplished.
"I Spent A Lot Of My Life Outside The Kingdoms As I Traveled From One To Another." Scythle remarked as she looked towards most of the students who had spent the past lecture launching spitballs at her. "You Don't Last Long Out There Unless You Know How To Turn Things Into Pieces."
"Please, Ms. Dieful." Port began. "Explain to the rest of the class how you knew where to strike to turn the beast into such fine chunks of meat."
"Eh?" Scythle let out as she processed what her teacher had just asked of her. She quickly began stroking her chin, trying to recall where she had learned exactly how to deal with a Grimm. Obviously, the first answer was that she had dealt with one a few days prior, but she wasn't about to admit to the class that she had spent an entire day trying to figure out which way north was. She also knew that she had knew about Grimm anatomy before hand, though where she had learned it failed to come to her.
"I… I Just Did, I Guess." Scythle said before looking back to her teacher with a nervous look. Port raised an eyebrow at Scythle's response, causing the girl to get defensive. "Look, I've Been A Lot Of Places, And I've Talked With A Lot Of People; I Can't Be Expected To Remember All Of Them."
"Hm, I suppose not." Port remarked. "Very well, you may return to your seat." With a quick blur, Scythle was back between Blake and Yang. "Now then, would anyone else like to have a go."
Scythle didn't really pay attention to what the next student had begun to do. She was more focused with scanning the room to make sure the rest of the class had taken her message. Once she turned her eyes to any of the spitball launchers, she noticed they'd quickly attempt to turn away from her, pretend they were more invested in the class than they actually were. As the student had finished decapitating the Grimm, Scythle let out a smirk as she leaned back in her chair.
Respect at last.
"A three-thousand-word essay!" Weiss grumbled as she and the rest of her team left the classroom, an agitated look in her eye as she stared Scythle down. "Three. Thousand. Words! All because you couldn't keep your big mouth shut."
"Hey, It's Not My Fault You Didn't Pay Attention In Class." Scythle remarked as she looked down at her Scroll, pulling up the clock to check the time. "Do We Have Any Other Classes I Can Show You Up In Today?"
Weiss growled slightly as she stared daggers at the girl, wishing that glare could prove fatal. "No, not today." Weiss said as she turned to leave for their dorm. "Which is good for me, because I have an essay to write thanks to you." She put as much venom into her voice as she could, just to make sure Scythle took the message of how angry she was with the purple girl.
"Pfft, Some People Just Can't Stand When Someone's Better Than Them, Am I Right?" Scythle mused as she looked over her shoulder to the rest of her team. She didn't get any response as Yang and Blake walked past Scythle, scoffing slightly. "Oh, Come On, Guys. I Was Just Trying To Be A Good Student, You Can't Fault Me For That."
Once again, she got no response as the remainder of her team attempted to ignore her. She crossed her arms in annoyance as she watched them walk off before another student shoved past her, grumbling to her, "Out of my way."
"Well, Excuse You." Scythle called out before yet another student pushed past her. Apparently, most of her classmates were much slower on the update than the rest. She scoffed at this and began to walk back to her dorm room, beginning to plan how she would teach them to respect her.
Till then, she was sure Ruby would be excited to hear about her day.
"How many words!?" Ruby screeched as the rest of her team explained to her the assignment they now had thanks to Scythle.
"Three-thousand." Weiss grumbled as she pulled out her laptop and began to open a word document. "I am never going to let you hear the end of this."
"Wha-how's this my fault?" Ruby asked as she leaned over her bed to look at Weiss, an action she quickly regretted as her head began to grow lighter.
"It was your idea to take her in." Weiss remarked. "She wouldn't even be here if it weren't for you."
"Well…" Ruby muttered as she looked towards a corner of the room after pulling herself back onto her bed. After a brief second, her eyes went wide as she realized something. "Well maybe this is a good thing."
"Good thing?!" Yang snarled at her sister. "Do you have any idea how much free time I lost because of her?!"
"Well, yeah, it's bad that she got us in trouble," Ruby began. "But this shows that she's putting some effort into changing her ways. She actually wants to be good!"
"Ruby, trust me; the only reason she did that was so that she could be the 'best OC ever,' whatever that means." Weiss rebutted.
"W-well, it's a start." Ruby commented as the door to their room swung open.
"The Main Character Has Returned, You May Now Shower Me With Affection And Chocolates." Scythle stated, throwing her hands into the air to emphasize that she was there. Once she opened her eyes, she saw a very large book, mere inches in front of her face before it had collided with her head. "Oh, Come On, Blake, No Need To Be A Sour Sport."
All she got in response was a soft hissing noise from the corner of the room as Blake went back to writing her paper. Attempting to avert anything between her teammates, Ruby looked over to her sister. "So how was class today, Violet?"
"Oh, It Was Just Amazing!" Scythle stated as she blurred over to her sister, a big grin forming across her face. "First Day Of Class, And I'm Already His Favorite!"
"That's pushing it a little." Weiss grumbled.
"And During Combat, I Managed To Leave Him, And The Rest Of The Class Completely Speechless!" Scythle continued to gush.
"That's great, sis." Ruby smiled.
"And People Said This School Would Be Hard." Scythle smirked. "Just You Wait, I'll Be The Top Student In This School, I Guarantee It!"
"Easy there, sis." Ruby said as she put her hand on her sister's shoulder. "That's a bit presumpt… Presumpt-"
"Presumptuous?" Weiss commented.
"Yeah, that." Ruby said. "Not all of the classes are easy-"
"Oh, Don't Worry, I'll Handle It." Scythle smirked as she jumped down from the bed-frames and turned towards the door. "Don't Work Too Hard, Ladies." This comment earned her a stare from the remainders of team RWBYS. "I'm Going Out For The Night."
"You can't leave Beacon grounds without supervision." Ruby reminded her, causing Scythle to stop in her tracks.
"On Second Thought, I'm Heading To The Cafeteria." Scythle stated before looking over her shoulder. "You Guys Want Anything?"
"You to leave?" Weiss remarked.
"Chicken Nuggets It Is!" Scythle said before yanking the door shut.
Weiss let out an annoyed sigh as the former criminal finally left before looking up towards her leader's bed, trying to stare daggers through the mattress. Ruby was completely unaware of that as she smiled towards the ceiling.
'We're making a difference.' The redhead thought. 'We're really changing her for the better.'
One of the cornerstones of comedy is subversion, if I am to keep Scythle's misadventures through Beacon funny, I need to keep you guys on your toes. I also wanted to write something going right for Scythle for once, after the past few days she's had. This chapter was real fun to write and I hope you enjoy it.
With that out of the way, I've switched from WordPad to Word 2016, which comes with a lot of new features that can make writing stuff like this way easier. Now I can spellcheck my story as I write, change the case of Scythle's sentence after I've written it, and the make sure I'm using the right word (I think). So productivity should be going up.