Original AN: Welcome to my RWBY/The Gamer Crossover. It's my First Fanfiction, and so I ask Would you kindly leave a Review? Even if its just a short One, it would help me a Lot. That said, Lets start.
EDIT: I have started to edit the first couple of chapters for increased readability and stuff. Oh, and the first chapters are fairly short but they grow longer over time.
And one more thing, this is a fairly slow moving Story, just as a fair warning beforehand.
A Death, A Door and a Deal with the Devil.
Or, How I got an Offer I could not Refuse.
The first thing I noticed upon awakening was pain. Or perhaps one should say that pain was the only thing there was in the beginning, for in remembrance I find it impossible to tell when it began.
A nerve-wracking, bone-splintering, soul-shattering pain, that left everything I had ever felt before or after in its shadow.
I do not remember how long the agony lasted or even if time had any meaning at that point.
But I do remember that it did not last forever, for after a time the pain slowly receded. Ever so slowly like the tides of a sheer infinite ocean that slowly pushed me ashore.
But the pain did not fade away completely, nor has it ever since. A memory burned deeper then mere flesh and bone.
When my senses finally returned to me, I found myself in a pitch-black room of seemingly infinite expansion. No echo and both shouts of pain and the sound of steps muted and almost imperceptible.
I do not quite remember how long it was that I shouted and screamed and laughed and howled with madness from the mere memory of the pain, but it must have been quite some time. Eventually I grew tired and must have fallen asleep, for I dreamed.
A long corridor, filled with fluorescent lights, hurrying nurses and doctors. A seemingly ordinary hospital, if not for its shadows that seemed too deep, and its doorways that were dark and impenetrable, but for one.
Slow motion leads to that one bright doorway, but no echo of steps, no sounds as everything but that one doorway faded.
A room filled with a bed and machinery seemingly arcane in its unknown purpose.
On the bed a human, or what was left of one. Heavily bandaged, with one arm and legs missing. Surrounding the bed, family indistinct and hidden by deep shadows.
Out of the darkness then steps a man, dressed in black, looking very much like ones favorite actor.
"It does not have to end here, you know?" His voice hauntingly familiar and yet strange.
"Why not? What is there to return to? That Ruin?" That voice, just too well known and remembered, for who could forget ones own voice?
The man's familiar face turns to the bed, and then to a window that had not been there but a moment ago.
He motions to follow and beckons to the window.
"Come, take a Look."
A drifting motion to the window and a quick look show first nothing but darkness, but then unveil a familiar picture. A blue orb hanging in the starlight ridden darkness of space.
The image zooms further and further in until it breaks apart into dozens of half remembered and familiar scenes.
Oceans filled with plastic and rubbish, but still there is life hanging on in spite of all pollution.
Green jungles teeming with life, only to end with burning and cutting, making place for the inexorable March of Mankind.
Mountains crumbling as ancient glaciers melt under the heat of sheer never ending Summer.
City's spreading further and further until they seemingly swallow everything that's left of nature, leaving only pollution and dust in their wake.
In the aftermath of a slowly dying planet one can see small ships spreading further and further forth from the planet until they loose themselves in the infinite distance of space.
"Was any of that supposed to make me want to return?"
"You would know that better than I, so tell me, did any of that make you want to return?" The voice of that achingly familiar and yet strange Man sounded mocking.
"In some ways I suppose it did. If only so I might see mankind reach the stars, this time for keeps." Ones own voice then tired and exhausted.
"And I suppose if you showed me these things its because I might still play a greater role?"
The man let of a small laugh, "Oh, but everyone has a Role. That's the problem with oh so special snowflakes..."
A tired nod is all one can answer, knowing only too well the truth. That if everyone is unique like a snowflake, then that uniqueness is in fact not unique at all, but rather something everyone has, and thus nothing special at all.
The man continued then, "It is not about specialness or uniqueness but rather about usefulness." He stayed silent then, content to wait for ones inevitable question.
"And I assume you would have a use for me?" Ones voice has lost some of its tiredness, having gotten a spark of eagerness back.
"Of course!" The man grinned too wide, with too many teeth. "Why else would I go through the trouble of coming here."
"Very well, lets hear your offer then."
"You have always dreamed of power, personal power. Dreamed of controlling your own fate, your own life. And you have always been willing to do everything to reach your goals, small as they were in this world. But at the same time you always knew just how pointless the amassing of power was, how meaningless money and fame were."
Ones eyes stared at the man, not in surprise of the accurate description, but rather patient, waiting for him to get to his point.
"I could offer to take you to another world, where you would be reborn, or perhaps remade is the better word. There you would have a chance at attaining true personal power, everything you have always longed for, hoped for and desired from the deepest bottom of your heart."
Once voice is skeptical, only too aware of deals and wishes. "And in return?"
"Oh, nothing much." The grin of the man becomes even wider, now showing off his obviously inhuman nature by stretching all the way around his head, showing off too many straight teeth.
"Just your life in this world, and anything you could have accomplished here."
"Not my past or my memory's or the things that I have accomplished so far?"
The Thing, no longer could it be called a man chuckled madly and answered.
"Of course not, what do you take me for, a monster?" Upon saying that, the Thing laughed so hard and loud that the top of its head separated and showed off an endless maw filled with circles of teeth.
"Quite frankly, yes." Ones voice is dry, having not truly expected anything else.
"I assume that you would take possession of my body upon agreeing to the offer?"
The Monster stops laughing and stared at One, dozens upon dozens of cold eyes filled with nothing but malice and madness.
Its voice now cold like an arctic winter. "You are as smart as I thought. I guess that means you wont agree?"
"I did not say that. But I wish to know more about the world you would send me too and when and where."
The Monster then turned back into an oh so familiar man. He raised one eyebrow in the Air, "Oh, so you know that I would take your body and make it into my meat puppet and pretend to be you, and do probably some immeasurable damage to anyone you know and cared about and dredge the memory and image of you into the deepest and darkest, blood drenched places of mankind? And you don't care about that at all?"
"I once said, a long time ago that I was willing to pay almost any price to get the One Thing that I wanted most in the World. And I still mean it, in fact, perhaps now more then ever. So, show me that World, show me the One Thing my heart longs for most."
The man grinned a wide, bestial grin and pointed at the window.
I must have woken up at that Point, for I remember nothing more of that dream.
I was still within that darkness, but in Front of me I saw now a large white Screen, that streamed its Light on nothing but itself.
BEGIN GAME?
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