It's OK, Omega is here! So, yeah, I'm not dead! This has been a pretty hectic year and a half for me. I'm sure a lot of you aren't thrilled that this is the story I decided to update, but I needed to relieve some stress and this was what I was in the mood for. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it!

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The Schnee's white castle has always been such a daunting place. It was full of portraits, statues, ornaments, but everything felt so sterile. Weiss wished she could burn it down before she left home again, but that wasn't important right now.

She had a suitcase trailing behind her and Myrtenaster on her hip. After being removed as heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, Weiss had something of a revelation. Said revelation being that her father could go suck a Beowulf, she had friends to see. Her team was out there; she didn't have time to be stuck in a gilded cage feeling sorry about herself.

Weiss made it to the entry hall when things got a little. . . difficult.

"Weiss. . . what do you think you're doing?" Her father's voice echoed from the top of the stairs. He stared down at her from the top like he always did. "You should be in your room, young lady."

"I'm afraid that's not going to happen, Father," she said. The venom on her tongue felt wonderful; years of the world being on her shoulders were being shed with each passing second. "My team needs me and I can't believe I let myself be dragged away from them by you."

Jacques's eyes narrowed as his voice took on a darker tone. "I hope you realize, dearest daughter, that I can not allow this disobedience to go unpunished."

Weiss drew her sword and pointed it at her father. A crystal-white glyph sprung to life around the tip of her rapier. "I don't want to do this, but I will if I have to. Don't try to stop me, we both know that you've never been a fighter."

"While that is true," Jacques snapped his fingers, "who needs to fight when you can buy an army?"

A gunshot rang through the air, before Weiss could react, her beloved Myrtenaster was sent skittering across the cold stone floor. She was already surrounded by dozens of Atlesian Knights; their faces were glowing red with hostile intent.

"I'm sure your Glyphs can last you a while, Weiss, but I doubt you could hold your own against this many without your weapon. Surrender now and I can make sure you live out the rest of your days in luxury. . . locked in your room." Jacques's face was perfectly composed, but Weiss could see the glee shining in his eyes.

"That's not going to happen!" Weiss put her foot down; she stood tall even while surrounded and disarmed.

Her father shook his head and tsked. "Your time at Beacon has made you even more stubborn. Spending all your time with criminals and Faunus and naive, little girls has made you forget what really matters in this world. You've been tainted with foolish naivety!"

Weiss smiled. "Maybe. Maybe you're right, but there is one thing that I gained from spending time with criminals, Faunus, and naive, little girls. And it's something that you're never going to understand because it requires a little something called friends and I don't think you have any."

Jacques turns red, a stark contrast to his white hair that makes Weiss smile even wider. Her inner Yang is roaring happily as Weiss completely destroys the man who's tormented her, her entire life. He looks at the Atlesian Knights and roars, "Don't just stand there, seize her!"

Weiss's smile disappeared as her body started to glow with a faint blue light that was different from a normal person's Aura. "You don't get to decide my fate any longer! I won't let you keep me away from my friends! Come forth and serve me, [Pop Evil]!"

It appears in a flash of blue light that only Weiss and Jacques can see. Its body was unhuman, standing on two legs while covered in a sea of white fur. Massive spikes covered its back and its hands like a disturbing mix between a Beowulf and a porcupine. Jacques found himself revolted by the sight of it.

The nearest Atlesian Knight ran at Weiss with its bladed arms, intent on subduing her, but it didn't make it. Pop Evil exploded in a flash of movement and stabbed its lance-like arms into the robot's torso. At first, nothing happened and Jacques was prepared to laugh at his daughter's foolishness, but then the Knight's torso started to swell.

It expanded like a balloon, growing bigger and bigger until it finally. Just. Popped.

Shards of metal shot across the room as the Knight's arms and legs clattered to the ground in a heap. Weiss looked towards her father with a very Yang-like grin. "This is what I've learned from being with my team."

"Just because you've figured out how to use your Summoning glyphs does not mean it will save you," Jacques said. "Guards, take care of that rodent before you apprehend my daughter!"

The Knights scanned the room and found nothing to target. While they stood, confuse, Pop Evil rushed towards the group of knights and started stabbing them left and right. Their limbs bulged with each puncture wound until they all popped. Jacques staggered back, while Weiss approached the base of the stairs.

"This isn't a Summon, father, it's a being made of willpower and only beings that possess aura can see it. This is my Stand!" The sound of popping echoed through the entry hall as Weiss's Stand dispatched the remaining Atlesian Knights.

Weiss reached down and retrieved her Myrtenaster without so much as a scratch. Her face was calm and measured, while Jacques looked fit to burst. He reached into the pocket of his million-lien suit and retrieved his scroll. He pressed a button and the four, giant suits of armor lining the walls sprang to life. Their eyes glowed with the blue light of automation.

"Not using Grimm this time, father?" Weiss asked as she spun Myrtenaster's cylinder.

"Finding Ghasts turned out to be less than cost-efficient," he said in return. He pressed another button and the four armors raised their swords. "Their armor is four times as thick as the normal Atlesian Knight. I don't know what Grimm you killed to get that Stand or whatever you called it, but I'd like to see you-!"

The dust chamber clicked close on a vial of red dust. Weiss lightly pressed the tip of her blade against her Stand and let the fire dust fuel Pop Evil. "[Pop Evil: War of Angels]!"

All the spikes of Pop Evil's back exploded outward like a white-furred claymore. The four living armors were turned into pincushions within seconds. Jacques watched, as a cold sweat spread across his back, as their armor expanded and, once again, popped.

Weiss stood amongst a carnage of metal as her Stand regrew the spikes along its back within seconds. She sheathed Myrtenaster and started to climb the stairs up to her father, one by one. Jacques couldn't move, not even to run away.

Once she was at the top, Weiss stared her father dead in the eyes. "I hope we never see each other again, father, you've been nothing but a nuisance to me my entire life."

Jacques's rage broke through his fear and he raised his hand. "You do not get to speak to me like that!"

He started to bring his hand down to slap her for the second time in as many days when there was a flash of movement and Jacques felt a prick in his neck. One that quickly started to swell. Pop Evil stood protectively around its user with one of its lances stuck in Jacques's neck. "You would really kill me so easily?"

"The bubbles my Stand produces only pop for two reasons," Weiss said, cold as ice. "If it's an inanimate object, they pop within three seconds. If it's a living creature, the bubbles will only expand when that creature thinks of hurting me in any way. Once I'm out of range, the bubble should disappear on its own, but for now, your life is in your own hands, father. Be sure not to waste it."

Jacques fell backward as Weiss stared at him with her iciest glare. She looked at him with pity for a moment, before moving back down the stairs. Weiss grabbed her bags and snapped her fingers. Pop Evil disappeared and the blue faded from her skin.

"Goodbye, father, have a nice life. . ." And just like that, the doors slammed shut behind Weiss as she left her old life behind. As she started to walk in the direction of the airships, Weiss stared up at the shattered moon and wondered, "If I were Ruby, where would I be?"

-OK-

Stand Name: Pop Evil

Stand User: Weiss Schnee

Namesake: Pop Evil (American Rock band)

Destructive Power: B

Speed: B

Range: D

Durability: D

Precision: A

Developmental Potential: A

POP - Pop Evil's spines and lances are capable of producing bubbles in whatever they puncture. These bubbles will only pop under two circumstances. For inanimate objects, it takes three seconds. For living creatures, the bubble expands when the creature thinks about harming the User of Pop Evil; it will expand three times before popping.

Pop Evil: War of Angels - This ability is produced by mixing Pop Evil with the red dust from Myrtenaster. Weiss can change the ability of her Stand with dust, but even she doesn't know what will happen when she does. War of Angels turns Pop Evil's spines into rockets that shot into nearby targets. The spines regrow incredibly fast.

Also Known As - POP goes the asshole!

Also Known As - Panku Rokku Fest!

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I actually had this chapter written years ago, but I never got around to typing it out. No idea where those pages are now, so I just rewrote the whole thing. Oh, and this Fic is mainly a collection of One-Shots, so I haven't decided if this Chapter is connected to the first Chapter in any way; I think I'll let you guys decided that.

Anyway, I hope you liked it and I will see you all next time(which hopefully isn't as long as it was last time)

OK is out!