A/N Keep in mind that this is the test work to get the feel of the site and to improve my self-confidence in writing, so be advised, reader, this test may be deleted shortly, but all in all, consider this a teaser, be sure to comment how I suck at this so I would get better. Enjoy!

Edit: whole thing got scraped because it was shit! I seriously wonder why some people even bothered to look past the cringe, and I have only two possible answers to that. First – they are masochists who love to suffer while reading. Second they have no standards (and so do I).

Regardless, those 30 people… excuse me, 33 people who got here before the re-take on this piece of burning garbage are the best and they have my sincerest gratitude. Even if I don't know your names, I will defiantly know how many people gave me the kick needed to continue (probably to someone's chargin)

Mandatory disclaimer: I don't own shit except my OC; swearing.

Chapter 1

(For real this time)

Death is a strange concept to me. Not because I don't know waits us on the other side, but because every culture and every individual views it uniquely. You see, some cultures say that there is an afterlife that awaits everyone regardless of their deeds in life, be they 'good' or 'bad'. Some say that that there is a place for saints to prosper above and sinners to suffer below. Hell, some even believe in rebirth after death. Every one of these thought have some merit to them, I'll admit that, but is there really exists a point in imagining what lies behind the gates of oblivion?

I don't think so.

But that is not what I am trying to say here. What I'm trying to say, is that there is no reason to fear Death. Through the journey of Man through life we experience many things: happiness, fear, nervousness, excitement, betrayal, loss, pleasure and so so much more. But the only things that are certainly alike in this journey are Birth and Death.

'Everyone is born different' they say 'Those who are born with great talent in a good family will prosper, and those who are not are irrelevant'

"No" says the second party "Through the strength of will, body and mind – anyone can achieve excellence"

"Does it matter?" I say. "Does it matter where leads the other day? No, it doesn't. It only leads to the concept of Tomorrow that never was and never will be"

The answer is always Present time. It doesn't matter if your life will be cut 'short' due to unforeseen consequences because no one knows what uncontrollable events future holds for us.

But then again, how would I know? World is a big place with big people with big ambitions and big minds that seem so infinite, so… vast and ever-changing, that right and wrong seem to be unable to catch up.

But I'm getting off track… if there is even path for my thoughts to follow.

It's not the prospect of Death that confuses me. It's the people who face Death in a way of loss. No-one likes to think how much time people closest to us have remaining, and when the time comes for them to leave, we blame ourselves for not appreciating them enough and we blame the World for being cruel and unfair. Precisely this mindset kinda pisses me off. People knew that end would come eventually, but decided to remain blissfully unaware of the looming end that stalks the flow of time to strike us down. Besides, If only now you discovered World's cruelty, then I don't know what to say to you. Have you even seen a history book!?

…

Wow, I haven't thought that my inner monologue would turn out so aggressive… But then again, why do I keep talking to my subconscious in a first place?

Because I don't have many friends, plus those who are my friends don't like to discus too heavy a topic like this one.

Right… Why do keep asking questions to myself that I already know the answer too?

…

Why do I have to be so fucking weird? It's not even funny anymore. But then again, define 'Weird'.

Anyway, hopefully some fresh air would settle down my thoughts. Especially since I started to think in English more than in my own language, which is concerning to say the least. Though I don't think I'll stop, too far gone to do so. An empty house and its resounding silence don't help either. It's been sometime since I moved from my parents and got a job. They were glad that that I finally started to move on in my life, but that was not the reason they were so happy.

They were happy I left them alone.

A set of stairs. Dark coat on a hanger. Wooden door to a way out.

My family was a caring bunch, up until that point when I started to think bigger and started unintentionally distancing myself from them (at age 14 none the less). Less and less words we exchanged every day, more and more distance grew.

At least my sister had it better.

I haven't cared at the time, nor does it bother me now, but I can't stop myself from remembering the time when this quiet kid at the back could silently ponder of all the strangeness that is Man and his mind. So lost I was in thought back then, that every question brought an answer along with the paradox following them.

Example:

Question – what is right and wrong?

Answer – concepts that define the righteousness of certain actions and validity of certain answers.

Paradox – who decides what is right and what is wrong.

These thoughts and the like drifted in my head from a fairly young age, and it resulted in me being unconcerned with how a stranger would look at me and left me in a constantly sober. From my time in a school and an academy, I discovered that 'strong', silent types gather respect from their peers just by existing and not causing trouble.

"With a personality like yours, you will go far" These were the word of my teacher when we parted way after my graduation. God only knows how I wanted to say otherwise, but I couldn't because I knew this was the truth. I still can't believe that a lack of ambition makes a man successful…

Fucking hell, psychiatrist's most feared enemy is himself after all, huh?

But nightly solitude that looms above the streets of Minsk helps alleviate my sorrows. Minsk always fascinated me by its union with nature. Simple looking streets are adorned with rows of trees that are illuminated by the lamp posts on a warm summer night, I still wonder why this combination of concrete jungles and Earths fortune look so simple, yet captivating. Maybe because I see it as a union between past and present that adds colors and character to this canvas. Maybe because it always was easy for me to appreciate something, that is in my reach. Who knows?

Walking for the past 30 minutes, I can't help but notice the lack of people on the streets. Only an occasional car whizzes by, disturbing the hanging veil of silence. I can understand why there almost no people on the streets tonight. Too scared of global pandemic they are, but it is certainly a plus in my situation. Nothing beats a quiet walk around the homely streets.

And yet, I have to go back. Exhaustion is finally kicking in and I don't feel like sleeping the night away in a park of all places… But now that I think about it…

I mean what's the worst that can happen?

Get robed – not a big concern, money can be reacquired. Not that I haven't brought my wallet or anything

Get beaten up – I'm confident that this won't happen. Minsk is too tame of a place for this to happen

Get kidnapped – maybe, but my previous point still stands.

What do I even get from this? I get to stargaze and breathe fresh air?

For a price of a throbbing back pain in the morning…

Yeah, a sense of adventure doesn't worth it. But I'll take a seat on this bench though, nothing is wrong in catching some of my breath after a nightly walk.

As I sit here, I see the stars shine in their place up above. Truly a beautiful experience to have in this day and age. Ursa Major and Minor seem to shine especially bright tonight, wonder why though. More than likely that this is my sight playing tricks with me. Not that I mind it very much. If my tired eyes let me see something more beautiful than it already is, why would I complain about a situation like this?

But… My eyes do grow heavy with each breath. I should probably go home, a place where the weight of my thoughtful head is the most noticeable.

With an inhale I try to get up from the bench.

But I don't.

What?

Without my notice, like a twisted joke that rips away your senses, in a literal blink of an eye, the world faded to black.

What is happening?

The inhaled air in my lungs feels none-existent, even though I am sure that that it's still in my 'lungs'.

…

I don't feel my limbs moving, my nose isn't consuming oxygen and I feel a twisted sort of weightlessness. Like gravity was brutally mangled – even the pressure is absent.

…Have I died? Is this Hell?

…

Funnily enough, I imagined this outcome. Absolute nothingness in which you can only think until you lose mind. This thought brings me comfort. To know that all my thinking beared at least some kind of fruit feels novel.

…Heh, even in my presumable end I think about being right at something in life for once... Or should I say death…?

Well, at least I have all the time in the world to think about stuff and 'sing' my heart out 'till I cease to exist…

…

-Or so I thought.

-On the other side of things, a cruel 'new' world awaited me. One fit only to those with enough guts to survive. The revelation at the time left me very confused and lost, but with the amount of time I lost spent dwelling on the popularity of Escapism in modern "literature", I got over it in a staggeringly small amount of time.

-If I could, I would have laughed back then and there, but I couldn't – "autopilot" prevented me from doing so (In which I was stuck until I was ten years old).

-Plus, a child laughing for no reason five minutes straight would look suspicious…

-Actually, now that I think about it, it wouldn't be that suspicious. Children are children for a reason.

-Anyway, for first nine months of weightlessness I stuck to my word. Mother Nature blessed me with good memory for things, seemingly, insignificant – like music texts and random knowledge of the world. That endless repetition left me with, roughly, 63 songs to remember for the rest of my time here.

-Even though I remember them pretty well, it's better to listen to songs when you put no effort in singing them, and that's a fact.

-Too bad this place is little… underdeveloped in a way of music. Ironic, considering that after the end of the Great War people started naming their children in honor of colors and art.

-But I guess that was enough for them.

-But that's not enough for me. My main source of entertainment is almost unavailable because of its stagnation and Scrolls are incredibly hard to come by in the frontier, so no CCT connection, except for the "Mayor" with his own scroll and a Town Hall with its general usage of calling in for help from Beacon from time to time and connections between other villages and families.

-Speaking of which, the kid before me had a good family. His mother - Adira Brown, was a fierce yet loving bear Faunus with enough primal strength to put any man to shame. That also included my father - Victor Sinev (or Victor Brown after marriage), An Atlasean sneak Faunus and Ex-Huntsman turned Woodcutter by the will of a woman. (Funnily enough, he was a dexterous fighter due to his flexibility that harshly contrasted with his size). Younger "me" looked up to him very much so.

-Not that I can blame the kid. He always had a way to spin a story, not gonna lie.

-But that's not important right now.

-What I like to point out to anyone who may read this entry to my journal/diary, is that from this union something unexpected came out.

-And before you start laughing, yes – that was me, but for the entirely different reason you might think of.

-As was said before, my mother is a bear Faunus, while my father is a snake Faunus. From a later discovery, I found out that Faunus to Human ratio in their family tree was, roughly, 8 to 2, and those two are my faraway ancestors.

-Where do I lead with this? I lead to a revelation that even to Humans I'm even more of a mutant than your average Faunus.

-How? Simple. I inherited the traits of them both, with bear ears on my scalp and snake scales on my back.

-Through a simple Biological theorem I'll prove that this is possible.

(A/N: I dunno how you do it in other countries, but I'll do it how I know to)

A (alpha) – mother's Faunus trait B (beta) father's trait

Human b- Human

P: F(emale) – AA * M(ale) – BB

(Due to "clean" bloodlines from both sides, I gain a chance to inherit both traits)

G: A B

F: AB (bear trait dominating), BA (snake trait dominating)

…Wait

-That leaves a chance for a 50-50. How did I even become like this!?

-There's probably an answer to that, surely, but I'm no biologist, so the answer remains a secret.

-… Why did I try to explain to you, a person who may or not read this journal, just what even am I?

-I don't know the answer to that question, but one this is certain.

-I'm too tired for this shit. Especially since famous Shattered Moon hang in a place high and well above.

-Hello, Remnant - or The Blessed Hell how I like to call it. A place of bloody evolution, eternal war and people who see only in black and white.

-But does make me wonder…

-How fun it would be to leave a grey smudge?

Michael Brown's Journal Entry N.4

"Strange Introductions, Page 1 of 2"

Now that this piece of shit if remade, you can ignore the second chapter for now, because even in the face of old context it does not fit, at all. Second chapter was basically a character sheet about his physical appearance along with the weapons on him, but it was an early concept in which I didn't like the gun barrels under shields edge (After thinking how he would shoot his opponents and Torchwick's words about kids getting weirder and wierder, this Idea went to trashcan immediately)

Unneeded explanation: Those 63 song? I wasn't joking, I know 'em all.

Let it be known that I don't like too to use Bethesda's approach - Fixing my stuff after releasing it, not because it's a drag, but because the stuff that I wrote here last time made me cringe quite hard.

Seriously, why would any of you look past the shit that I wrote?

But you have my sincerest gratitude for that, I can assure you.