And I'm back with another chapter that I wrote last night while I was bored. Enjoy!

Once upon a time, there lived a young girl named Ruby who was loved by most of the people that knew her, but most of all by her uncle, and there was nothing he would not have given to the kid. In fact, Ruby's uncle had once made her a cloak of red velvet, which suited her so well that she never took it off. So everyone just called her Little Red Riding Rose.

One day, her dad asked her "Hey Ruby, would you mind taking this bag of whiskey and chicken to your uncle? He's on a mission and he's out of food." Ruby didn't mind at all, so she said "Okee-dokee. Bye Dad."

Ruby's Uncle Qrow was out killing Grimm and camping in the woods near her house. It was around a two hour walk. Just as she entered the more heavily wooded part of the woods, a scorpion Faunus with a braid named Tyrian crossed her path.

"And where are you going, young hooded Rose?" He asked, licking his lips.`

"I am bringing this food to my uncle!" Ruby replied, beaming.

"Where is your uncle?"

"He is fighting Grimm at the edge of the woods."

Hmm… If I get him in time I can bring them both to Salem! She will be very pleased! Tyrian thought.

"Well have a nice day!" The scorpion skipped ahead, laughing like a maniac. Tyrian skipped all the way to the edge of the woods, and attacked the unsuspecting Huntsman. He tied him up and gagged him, then found an extra pair of his clothes, stole his flask, and bought a bad wig, and sat down and waited.

Around two minutes later, Little Red did appear. She presented him with her package and hugged him.

"Hey, wait a sec…" She said. "Uncle Qrow, you don't smell like whiskey."

"I'm trying to quit. AA helps a lot."

"Uncle Qrow, what bad hair you have."

"Well that's just cruel." Tyrian reprimanded.

"Uncle Qrow, what a weird-sounding voice you have."

"Is that really how you speak to your relatives?"

"Hey, wait a minute...YOU'RE NOT MY UNCLE QROW!" Ruby screamed, and she ripped the wig off his head and whipped out her scythe.

The real Uncle Qrow had just freed himself, since Tyrian was really quite awful with knots, and pulled out his own scythe.

They ganged up on him, butchered Tyrian and left him to die. The end.

I had a lot of fun writing this. I hope you enjoyed reading it. Also, this story is now open for prompts again! So leave a review with a prompt and I will do my best to answer all of them! Have a wonderful day/evening/afternoon/morning/night!