For those who have read my old Fic I was born a faunas, well I'm back to bring a better version of an old dead horse that I'm still beating to this day and yes the title is different to the previous version FOR A REASON!
Also yes the redux or remix or rewrite was shit and I admit that whole heartedly.
But here I am with a fresh newer-ish concept and plan on my hands or as new as you can get with this dead horse I'm beating
"Neigh!"
Shut up you!
WHACK!
Anyway let's get on with the fic shall we!?
Chapter 1 Flaming SI start
"Life was rather boring-no that sounds stupid- Life had its ups and downs-argh this is hopeless." I bit out throwing my arms up into the air, it had only been what an hour maybe two since I decided to take on the project to rewrite an old RWBY SI that I found myself looking back on.
"Why did I decide to do this again?" I asked myself, pulling my headphones off my head and laid them around my neck while the music continued to play out of the speakers.
"Oh yeah I promised myself to try again." I muttered, why do I always put off writing until it's like one in the morning?
Rolling my eyes in annoyance I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere tonight with my lack of sleep, so with a couple clicks I closed all of my laptops programs and shut it down.
Ten minutes later I found myself in bed with the light off and my hands holding onto my Ipad, curiosity was getting to me as I really wanted to read something despite my need to sleep and unfortunately for my desires to read were more powerful than my need to sleep.
"Ok let's see what I can...find myself… reading." Slowly though it appeared despite my desire being rather powerful it still didn't hold a candle to my body's own functions causing me to slowly close my eyes.
"Ah maaaan…."
Ah why do I suddenly feel so damn cold?
Trying to move seemed to be rather difficult and rather exhausting and why did I feel like someone was holding my… oh no, no no no no no.
Prying my eyes open I could barely make out anything as my eyeballs were immediately assaulted by bright light that was quickly blocked out by the shadow of a head that looked down on me. I couldn't make out the exact anything where it was facial distinctives but it really didn't take much to note that the person looking down on me was a woman.
Why a woman was looking down on me was both confusing and also not so confusing.
I mean this was my mother after all… and I've been reborn… wait a minute.
5 years later
I still can't believe to this day that I went from wanting to write a rewrite of an old SI fic into being in the middle of said fic I was trying to rewrite.
My tiny mouth let out a tired sigh that while seemed out of place for a child it felt more rather fitting for me as a child with the mentality of an early twenty year old that was just trying to get through life as it is.
But now here I was restarting my life with the difficulty being set to the highest possible margin, If people thought having animal parts was bad try having two animal parts, specifically fox ears and a fox tail.
And as much as I wanted to keep a positive outlook I had to think both realistically, pessimistically and finally I had to think like an Author.
The same Author that wrote this fic in highschool and has since then haven't picked it up since I graduated… I think? Wait didn't I write this fic after graduating? Oh god I don't even remember when I started this shit show of a fic I mean if I look at it from a third point of view I'm SI SI-ing into an SI… Jesus Christ, talk about SI-ception and let's not forget that I forgot almost everything that happens in the old SI.
It was then as a young twenty-something-year-old that I remembered something in my fic about being five years old.
"Wait didn't my mom die in a fire?" I muttered out loud, oof maybe I shouldn't have said that mom could have heard me.
And like that I quickly leaped onto my feet and sprinted across my house, my intentions clear as I quickly ran over to a large window that sat mid way in the wall that pointed out to the street, thankfully there was an old wooden built in bench that allowed anyone to sit right next to the window sill.
Or in my case allowed me quick access to climb up and spy out into the street.
I hoped this wasn't the night where the neighbourhood decided to rally together and burn down my home and thankfully for my young child adrenaline beating heart there were no signs of torches anywhere on the street.
"Hamish why are you running around so suddenly?" hearing the soft caring voice I looked over my shoulder to see a rather young looking woman with long brown hair with large fox ears poking out of her head, a soft face that looked like it never had a scowl grace it.
Her body while looking to be getting on in ages appeared to be more in line with-I don't know she my fucking mom so why the hell should I just straight up say that mom looked like she couldn't have given birth to anything let alone me.
Fuckin, look as much as I'm anSI I'm not going to start describing my own mother like shes some milf or some crap.
"I-I thought I saw people outside." I found myself speaking, despite being mentally being my early twenties I wasn't dumb enough not to start speaking full sentences out of nowhere… that was until I turn four of course.
"Hmmm and why would you think people are outside?" My mother questioned her head tilted in a curious fashion.
"I heard the neighbours talking about burning our home… with us inside." I said, it was lie obviously but I do remember that at some point the neighbourhood doesn't set my home on fire with my mum inside which started an unfortunate chainreaction that turned my previous SI into a drunk alcoholic adrenaline junkie… which sounds cool on paper but if I was being honest it was a pain in the ass in the ass to write and was one of the reasons why i gave up on the fic.
Luckily I think if I remember correctly I did give him a semi good life before Canon started.
Ah no, I now remember that I made my SI run into Jaune's OC sisters that kicked the living shit out of my SI's ass.
"Where on Remnant did you hear such a thing?" Mom seemed rather perplexed with me, in her defense though I am a five year old.
"The old man from across the street." I answered, to be frank though the old man was a racist and a rather hardcore die hard racist at that.
"I see well how about for tonight the two of us stay here and wait and see if anything happens?' Hearing the suggestion, I knew it was just my mom humouring a child's worry which was rather endearing since most parents would tell their kid to stop making shit up and to go to their rooms.
I was quite lucky to have a mother like this… makes me miss my other mum, my first mum.
As much as I admit that five years is a long time it felt like it breezed right on by with me taking the backseat, usually I think I would have clicked on quicker to everything that was going on but I guess i was too busy with trying to move my body or I guess waiting for my body to mature a little bit before being able to move with little difficulty or strain.
God being five sucked… but at least I'm not alone at the moment.
Weeks had passed since that day my mother sat on the bench looking out into the neighbourhood, my worries of the day the fire would start never leaving my mind as I recounted as much as I could of my fic and it's… well plot points.
The first thing that happened was my SI ran away, forgot why but when he came back home his home was on fire and his mother died leaving him to fend for himself in the streets until he ran into both a pervert that I was going to link back to into future and running into my SI's main alcoholic influence/friend/father figure Qrow Branwen.
And long story short end up living with and growing up with both the half sisters of the main cast which then obviously put my character into the main spotlight and blah blah blah canon with twists happen and bullshit.
"So much to recount but too much of it is meaningless in the long run." I spoke aloud as I played around with Remnant's version of legos which I used as a visual aid in my mental recollection of this SI thing I was in.
Soon something happens to one Jaune Arc causing a chain reaction of two things to happen, Yang letting out her inner super saiyan and a meeting with my half siblings. Two of them being twins with a rather disturbing past and currently have a guy who hypnotises the two to do things… yeah the implications can be applied there of many types of abuse and I'm both happy and disturbed that I didn't do anything with that character, actually to be more exact I had no real plans for this asshole whatsoever.
But now though ooooh seeing as I had no plan then meant that now this guy was going to be an absolute mystery and the type that could fuck over everything that I had built up and on that specific note.
Quickly picking up my notebook I wrote down a note that said:
Get rid of perv before poop hits the fan.
With that done I quickly looked back to my blocks that were spread out to depict a scene of my old SI meeting with his siblings for the first time and my memories of their personalities were thankfully still fresh to this day.
Starting off I remember Lavender Vulpine a shy girl that I based off Fluttershy while her twin sister Jade was an absolute raging bitch that had one hell of a man hating vibe, in her defence though she had to grow up with perv and tried to keep her sister out of his sights, which was not going to happen.
And then there was Kou(Kouwhai) Vulpine… he's just a straight up Caboose expy.
"Hamish it's lunch time!" hearing the call I let out a huff as I found myself to be rather hungry and decided to ignore any more of the plot until after I had something to eat.
I was just happy I had time to think about what I can do.
1 week later
"I tried… at least I tried" I muttered out, my body had minor burns and my clothes were barely holding on.
It's unfortunate to say but my house still burned down to the ground and my mum along with it, I tried to save her god did I try but instead all I got out of it was burns and a bag I prepared beforehand. Hiding behind a dumpster in a random alley I was slowly applying alcohol onto my burns while I let out a light wince as it stung, I couldn't stop the tears that came out as I continued to clean the burns.
God I'm going to have to get to a hospital or these burns are just going to get infected and then I'll be in bigger trouble, maybe I should have ran away instead of staying behind… oh who am I kidding I don't regret trying to save my mom the burns just proved I tried.
"This is going to leave some nasty scars." I said taking a deep breath before rummaging through the first aid kit and quickly started wrapping up my burns.
Once I felt I did the best that I could do I slipped the first aid kit into my bag and pulled out a clean blue hoodie that I had packed for those cold nights I might need.
"I guess I should stay here until tomorrow." I said, grabbing my bag and hugging it close to my chest while my eyes slowly closed
Sorry, I couldn't save you mum.
"Hey whats a kid like you doing here?"
Hearing the new voice I could barely pry my eyes open as I stared up to see someone looking down at me with their head head shadowed by the light that shone above him.
"Ah feck."
Chapter 1 end