RWBY Let's Play!

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RWBY Let's Play Lucius

Summary: The shopkeep of 'From Dust Till Dawn', in appreciation of Ruby's efforts in thwarting the robbery, lets her select any game from his newly opened video game shop. She plays only the finest games but some games are too scary for her to finish alone... but little does she know she lives in the presence of a horror game master.

WARNING: This will contains spoilers for Lucius.

Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY or Lucius.

"Look, Weiss, this game is totally not scary."

"Yang are you absolutely, like totally absolutely, sure?" Weiss had to spell it out for the blonde beauty that she was not in the mood for scary games at the moment. The interim team captain while Ruby was out at the grocery store. Left alone with Blake and Weiss, Yang insisted that they play a game together. Yang happened to have one.

"Yes! I mean come on! Look at it, there's a kid on the cover. And look, he's the son of a politician and he's rich. Your dad owns a corporation and your family's rich and you turned out alright. I mean, come on, how bad can it be?"

Weiss stared at the cover before turning to Blake. "Blake, what's your thoughts?"

Blake, resting on her bed, lowered her book. "It's definitely a horror game. I know horror. I live it every single day…," Blake muttered distantly before turning to her book on how to make a souffle.

"Ugh… we are not going to play this," Weiss stated.

"But Weeeisss, come onnn," Yang begged before a lightbulb lit above her head. "Wait… wait! Could it be… could it be…"

"Could it be what, Yang?"

"Weiss… could it be that you're scared!"

It was more of a statement than a question.

"No! Absolutely not! I'm just not in the mood is all…" Weiss mumbled. The knowing eyes of Yang Xiao Long wouldn't let up. "I-I mean it! I'm not scared at all!"

"Then prove it. You're playing!"

"Oh please, I've got better-"

"Bawk, bawk, bawk," Yang cooed as she began doing the chicken dance. Weiss looked to Blake for support who could only shake her head. Blake was clearly telling Weiss not to fall for it.

But Weiss mistook it for a challenge.

"Fine. I'll play."

And so, the game of Lucius began in June 6, 1966. It was a different time when cars were called automobiles and children wore suits and knickers. It was a time when birthday parties for the antichrist were celebrated with reckless abandoned for a child's innocent feelings.

Thusly, when Lucius locked Mary the widowed maid in the walk-in freezer and allowed her to die of hypothermia, there was no remorse. No justice. Simply, the truest act of worship.

When Weiss met her true father, Lucifer, and bowed with reverence at his appearance within the room of burning skies. Her father revealed the stupidity of her ways, having forgotten a key piece of evidence at the crime scene. If Weiss was to continue her reign of terror, she'd need to secure her innocence.

And thus, began Weiss' campaign of death and cover-ups.

"You know what, Yang? This game is pretty good!" Weiss said with a smile as she continued on.

Yang watched in horror.

"That kid is a murderer!"

"Well in his defense the maid was horrid. She got what was coming to her. Oh man, now there are detectives. Useless law enforcement, thinking they can find out who did it… shame I can't toss doughnuts at them like the dogs they are."

Blake placed a hand on Yang's shoulder. "You don't think…"

"It can't be…," Yang's voice trailed off as they watched Weiss play. Slowly, but surely, dark rings formed beneath Weiss' eyes as she began plotting more murders of Dante Manor. With maniacal laughter and sinister smirks, Weiss seemed to sink her very soul into the game.

"This game… this game," Weiss laughed. "It's great! Just perfect!"

Yang and Blake held each other tightly, terrified at the heiress' transformation.

A few hours later, Yang and Blake brought Jaune and Ren into the Team RWBY dorm. They found Weiss obsessed with hunched over the computer monitor having sunk herself deep into the game. Jaune and Ren were dressed in black with white collars. They each held a jar of Holy Dust and wondering why they were in the getups.

"So we needed to perform an exorcism," Blake explained. "It seems Weiss has been possessed by something… and we're terrified-I mean-concerned about her obsessive gaming habits."

"Yeah and we needed two celibate males."

"Hey…" Ren tried to defend himself but found the it too energy taxing. Jaune nudged Ren and whispered into his ear and asked a question.

"Pst, Ren. What does celibate mean?"

Ren whispered back. "Have you kissed Pyrrha yet?"

"No!"

"You're definitely celibate," Ren stated.

"Okay anyways, here you go," said Blake handing the males of Team JNPR written instructions. "Just do what I wrote while me and Yang lock the door-I mean-wait outside for you guys to finish."

And without a buzz, the bumblebee left the room.

"Uh… okay. I guess we're doing this then," Jaune said as he read the instructions. "Uh… I think I'm going to close my eyes for this," Jaune said looking at Weiss."

"Me too…"

"Ready Ren?"

Ren nodded and they closed their eyes. The pair raised high the jars of Holy Dust above their heads before chanting: "The power of dust compels you! The power of dust compels you! The power of dust compels you!"

Tossing sprinkles of holy dust at Weiss, there was a smell of burning. And screams.

"Say… Ren… do you smell something burning?"

"Yeah… but I'm kind of scared to open my eyes."

"Me too…"

Opening their eyes at the same time, Ren and Jaune saw Weiss… who was no longer a Weiss of this world. Darkness and demonic energies pulsated around her like a fiery aura of death and decay.

"Welp, nice knowing you Ren."

"Nice knowing you too, Jaune."

Weiss lept at the pair with an unearthly ferocity.

Outside the room, Yang and Blake leaned against the wall hearing Jaune and Ren's high pitched screams. "So I imagine they're doing fine in there," Yang said confidently.

"Or they're dead."

"Hey, they'll be fine," Yang insisted. "We should check on them," Yang said opening the door.

She saw a burning gate to hell inside with Jaune and Ren being offered as sacrifices. Ren and Jaune both screamed for Yang to help them who could only give them a wide smile and eyes that turned blank. They reflected no light or hint of their surroundings when Yang slammed the door shut.

"Welp!" Yang shrugged. "Time to hit the library," said Yang as she pulled Blake away. "We got that test in Professor Port's class I want to study for. Say, does that old geezer ever give you creepy looks?"

"H-Hey, wait! What about Weiss? We can't leave her demonically possessed!"

"We totally can Blake," Yang said with a smile dragging the young faunus to the library. "We totally can."

Let's Play Lucius Fin

Author's Notes: WORST VOLUME FINALE EVER. Bunch of… bad writers… with their over-stuffed cast and hype 'pls be excite' and… blah! Episode 11 was great! IT WAS GREAT. THEN EPISODE 12 HAPPENED. Keikaku not good enough? IS THERE TOO MUCH KEIKAKU?

I have a right to be mad. Every fanfiction writer thinks they can do better than the canon writers. Hence why it exists.

That aside, I've been busy and it's harder to find time to write. This was short. ;_; like lyfe.

The struggle is real.