Starting this on the night? Morning? Whatever you classify 3 AM on a sunday. Fuck you, I'm tired. I have no sense of time or uhhh… yeah. I'm so confused right now. There's a guy sitting underneath a lamp post down my road, I can see him from my window in my bedroom. Shit's whack, yo.

I know most of you don't care about what's going on in my life, but for those few that do, I built a HexaGear kit for the first time today. It was neat. Small, but neat. It was a Governor kit, if that means anything to you. Not sure if I'm gonna airbrush it or hand paint it, as the parts are tiny. Like super fuckin tiny. Whatever.

Those that care solely about the story - Hi! So, there was a review, and like 3 PM's asking about maybe turning an idea or two into full stories. Easy answer? Maybe. Hard answer? Probably not, and here's why:

ENAD is just a fun little thing for me to write when I'm done for the day and need to relax. When I'm not doing music stuff or school stuff, I tend to plop myself down and bust out a chapter from the inner machinations of my mind - truly enigmatic. Black Out was def one that people liked a decent amount, and same goes for the main timeline "World's End". The issue with full stories for me is the fact I'm the one to plan a bunch of shit out for a story, and then write like 3-4 chapters and then crash because my brain doesn't want to work. I don't want to let readers down anymore, like I have with essentially all my stories thus far, especially Soul Based.

ENAD is sort of an easy fix. It's a bunch of stories that are all cobbled together with branching timelines and comedy, no real overarching stories besides World's End and Fall Theory, which are just fun to write, as WE (World's End) is practically me lampooning RWBY in general, while FT (Fall Theory) is more of me shitting on the villains.

That all being said, and now 360 word into the chapter, let's begin!

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"Well then. That certainly did not go according to plan," the stoic Ozpin took a sip of his coffee, face completely and miraculously neutral. The reason? Well, none other than Hazel Reinart was standing in front of the grey haired man. A very, very angry Hazel, indeed.

"Ozpin!" the large man roared in anger.

Truly uncivilized. The bear of a man had just wrecked his favorite coffee maker. This transgression will not be forgiven, and Ozpin was quite the forgiving man. Just don't mess with his coffee, you animals.

"Must you break such a wonderful creation, Hazel?" he said, placing his mug down gently on his desk and grabbing his cane. The larger man simply roared in response. "Such a waste," he tutted. He flipped his cane around and he lowered himself, preparing for battle.

"Ozpin!" Hazel screamed, rushing forward with a cocked fist. In a split second, the suped-up man brought his hand crashing down. Ozpin merely dodged the clumsy attack.

"My, my. So aggressive, too predictable, Hazel," Ozpin shook his head. Dropping into his stance, he quickly rushed forward. He cracked the metal cane against the dust-hardened arms of his foe. A sickening crunch echoed through the destroyed office. "You have no grace, no tact. A shame, really," he jumped back, narrowly avoiding another groundbreaking fist.

"Shut UP!" the beast of a man shouted, voice distorted. "You will pay!" Hazel sprinted at the headmaster. He leaped, hoping to crush the immortal parasite.

"You were finished as soon as you broke my coffee maker…" Ozpin muttered, bracing for the impact.

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*BOOOOM*

"Hey, you hear that?" Qrow asked, glass in hand.

"Huh? You mean that big explosion sound?" Jaune asked back, wiping the bar.

"Yeah, that's the one. Kinda sounds like it's coming from Beacon…"

"I'm sure it's fine. From my understanding, your youngest niece literally blew herself up on the first day," Jaune waved him off before returning to clean the polished wood.

"Yeah, maybe you're right," Qrow shrugged, unaware of his eyes subtly turning a light pink1. "Anyway, get me another glass of that top shelf shit."

Jaune chuckled. "Of course, my most profitable regular."

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"That's enough, gentlemen," a rather angry Glynda said, her calm facade betraying her rage. The two men floated harmlessly in the air, a purple glow, almost like a miasma, surrounded their bodies. "I'm not even angry at the fact that one of Salem's minions managed to somehow get into your office, Ozpin," she took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "I'm furious at the fact you didn't even try to finish this quickly."

The floating men, still stuck midair, looked away, somewhat ashamed. Ozpin was the first to respond.

"He destroyed my coffee machine!" he said. Glynda replied with a flick of her wand, sending him into the floor with a loud crash. Hazel started to sweat nervously.

"W-well, he got my sister kil-" the bear of a man didn't even manage to finish before he was sent into the wall behind him.

"So you joined Salem?! Are you fucking insane?! She controls the Grimm. THE GRIMM KILLED YOUR SISTER, YOU STUPID FUCK!" Glynda finally snapped. She suddenly appeared in front of Hazel's face, delivering a harsh thwack to it with her riding crop. She then turned to Ozpin, who was still stuck halfway into the floor. "And you!"

"Me?"

"You're the headmaster! At least act like one when you're fighting a minion of... oh I don't know, the literal incarnation of darkness!" she shook with rage. "You're worse than most of our students! Almost as bad as Ms Xiao-Long with your thick-headedness. I'm only 31 and I feel like I'm already 50 with all the bullshit I have to deal with!"

"...'m sorry…" Ozpin mumbled. Hazel nodded limply. His face still hurt, after all.

"I'm locking you two in Aura cancelling confinement. I'm too sober to deal with the sheer stupidity I walked into," she sighed. "The only way I'm letting you out is if you two start acting like adults," using her semblance, she repaired the office. "And yes, I'm dragging you through a school full of young adults who will mock you for being in trouble with me," she smirked. "And we all know how ruthless they can be."

The two older men whimpered.

Fuck, the two men thought.

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Jaune put down another squeaky clean glass. His favorite, and only, day customer finally left. He sighed to himself, suddenly feeling a harsh sense of dread wash over him. He knew something was coming and he was having none of it. None of it at all. He also had a sudden feeling of rage over his situation, Gex, and tennis, but not sure why.

There was a knock at his door. Odd, considering the sign still said open, though only for drinks. He made his way around the bar and walked towards the door. Opening it, he saw a ragged looking Glynda Goodwitch. She straightened herself under his gaze.

"Glynda? You look terrible. What happened?" Jaune asked, totally charismatically.

"I'm pretty much the headmaster at this point," she mumbled. "Can I come in?"

"Of course," the younger man held the door for her, welcoming her in. They walked together to the bar in silence. "So… what can I get you?"

"Vodka Cranberry, please," she said, sitting down. "Make it more vodka than cranberry."

Jaune nodded, pulling out the bottle of vodka and jug of cranberry juice. He took off the tapered pourer from the vodka. "Say when," he started pouring slowly. About ¾'s of the glass full, the blonde woman spoke up, cutting off the pour. Jaune topped off the glass with the juice. He slid the drink over to the woman.

"Thank you, Jaune," she smiled lightly before taking a sip. She grimaced a little upon tasting the strong cocktail.

"Too strong?" he asked, leaning on the counter. Glynda waved him off.

"No, no, it's fine. Perfect, even," she said. "After the lunacy I had to deal with today, a friendly face and some alcohol is in order," she took another small sip.

"Right," Jaune nodded. She's totally taking a note out of Qrow's manifesto, he thought to himself, a small sweatdrop falling off the back of his head. Not exactly physically possible but shhhh. "So, what exactly happened? You said something about being the headmaster?" that brought out a groan and a faceplant into the bar from the usually stoic woman.

"A bad actor managed to sneak into Ozpin's office. He wanted revenge for his sister who died as a huntsman," she rubbed her forehead as she sat back up. "Ozpin decided to provoke the massive man, causing him to accidentally destroy Ozpin's precious coffee machine."

"This is getting dumb, I can tell…"

"Trust me, it gets worse," she took another sip before continuing. "So now they both want revenge for things that aren't even logical. Hazel, that's the other man's name, couldn't see how it couldn't have been Ozpin's fault because his sister wasn't even working for Ozpin, just as a huntress. And Ozpin couldn't see that by taunting the man while in front of his beloved machine led to its destruction," she paused to take a sip. "And so they fought vindictively, just causing massive damage to their small arena, which, remember, was Ozpin's office. On top of a clocktower. During classes. And me, being the oh-so-powerful Ms Goodwitch, had to find out what the hell was happening and why there were explosion sounds coming from the headmaster's office.

"I walked into the battlefield, dumbfounded by the absolute mess that was caused. I ended up locking them in Aura cancelling gear so they can act like adults. Oh, I also dragged them through the halls of Beacon to shame them."

"Sounds… rough," Jaune was unsure what to say. "And now you're the de facto headmaster?"

"Indeed, I am," she sighed. "I pretty much already was. Ozpin doesn't even try most days."

"I'm starting to be grateful I was rejected, what with all you're saying about today. And I doubt I could work well with the youth nowadays."

"Oh hush, you're barely old enough to be a 4th year. You're still young."

"I don't feel young. Yang is starting to be a bit of a liability. You wanna hear her newest issue?" Jaune ran his hand through his hair.

"Can't be much worse than what Team CRDL has been up to."

"Last night some guy was trying to get her attention. Accidentally touched her hair-"

"Oh gods…"

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I'm not crazy, right? Whenever something bad was about/was happening for Qrow, his eyes seemed to turn from the crimson we know and love into pink. Please tell me I ain't crazy.

Anyway, sorry for the delay. Got busy with life. Mainly school, but life itself was like "oh? You wanna write? Yeah, I don't think so." Also, I plan on doing another Merc story and then back to WE.

I won't waste any more of your time.

Have a good one, everybody.

-Tobi