pReSeNtInG…
A series of RWBY Chibi style stories.
Woohoo.
Enjoy.
Oscar Pine and The Adventures at Atlas Academy! Adventure 1: The Kitchen
"Bye Oscar! Take good care of the relic it's very important and VYTAL to humanity I hope you stay safe and don't get into trouble bye your amazing I trust youuuuu~!" yelled Ruby as she left the school with the others for the dust mines.
Baha. Hah. "Don't get in trouble." Pfft.
Guess what's on the schedule today!?
Absolutely nothing.
The PERFECT kind of schedule for someone that's just DYING of boredom in a combat school.
Also the perfect place to explore. And do dumb stuff in. Think of the possibilities!
...Oscar sure did.
What shenanigans could a 14-15 year old do in the biggest combat school in Atlas?
Excellent question! Oscar is going to find the answer!
"Well let's see. With Ozpin's dumb memories in the back of my head, I could basically find my way around this place EASILY! So I could go wherever I want! THIS IS GREAT!"
And so Oscar found a map of the place in one of the hallways, and looked at his options.
"HMMMMM let's see. There's the dorms, main hall, CAFETERIA, kitchen!? I've been craving sugar lately for some reason...idk if it's puberty or Ozpin. Nah. Puberty… TO THE KITCHEN!!"
And Oscar took off in a flash and ran for the kitchen, having no idea how to get there. He let his legs take him there. Eh. Whatever took him there.
And WOWEE the kitchen is HUGEEEEEEE.
Oscar looked at the place he had discovered. A part of him stared at the place with familiarity, whilst another part of him was in pure awe. The countertops were busy with people working them, most likely preparing dinner for the students. Oooh, dinner. Now he's hungry. It smelled of chicken and a hint of spice. Yummy yum yum.
One of the chefs walked over to him.
"Hey! Do you have permission to stand in this area!?"
Shoot. He can't get caught already! Oscar thought back to how Ozpin acted and his mannerisms.
clears throat* "Hm, why yes, I do. In fact, I am one to GIVE such permission to students! I am well aware that though I may look quite young, I hold much authority at this academy. So, um, yes. Uh, General Ironwood has ordered for, ALL CHEFS TO TAKE A FIVE MINUTE BREAK!!"
"Wha really—"
"NO QUESTIONS!"
"Yessir! Bye sir!"
Tehe, imbeciles. Of course they'll take their orders.
And now Oscar feasts.
He looked to his right. Grilled chicken with vegetables and a side of rice. He looked to his left. Freshly baked cookies and fresh fruit. How did he not notice them!
He zipped to the cookies and popped one in his mouth.
"...BLEH!! EWWWW! R A I S I N COOKIES!?... dang, this really is Atlas. This is dumb."
He zoomed to the other side and stared at the line of meals with twinkles in his eyes. What a sight!
But it didn't last long.
"HEY! gEnErAL dId nOt oRdEr a FiVe mInUtE bReAk! WHO ARE YOU! GET OUT! WE HAVE FOOD TO PREPARE!"
Dammit.
"There's only one thing to do now.." said Oscar with a smirk.
…
He burst into his dorm with a loud thunder that echoed through the halls. You could hear a faint yelling from down the hall…
"HEY! Where'd that kid go! He took—"
"It's fine Barney. Forget him, we have stuff to do."
"Hell yea we do!" Atlas will pReVaiL—"
"Shut the duck up."
Phew. Oscar got away.
He leaned against his bed and reached into his pockets with great pride…
...to take out two drumsticks and a cookie. Eh, it's fine. He can eat around the raisins.
…
"OSCAR! WE'RE BAAAAAAAAACCCKKKKKKKK! What've you been up to while we were gone? We had an INTERESTING time!" said Nora as she waltzed into her shared dorm.
"Eh, you know. Played on my scroll. Took a nap. It was bleh."
"Aww, that sounds BORING—"
"—Attention students of Atlas Academy; The wonderful staff here in the Dining Wing ask that if anyone is to spot a boy of the age of around 14 years to report their location to a staff member. Thank you. Also the lunch here isn't free—"
…
"Tehe. Heh. Wonder what that's about—"
And then Oscar burps loudly. The dorm smells of smelly chicken. JNR stares at a guilty-lookin Oscar.
The End. Legend says Barney still searches for revenge
against the injustice that was served hot in the kitchen of Atlas Academy.