Chapter 1: No Longer Bound

It had been nearly 4 years since that day. A month across the continents, and a trip to Saturn Valley to finally stop the madness. Giygas was no more, Pokey has fled, and all has been well for nearly 4 years. This left a nice feeling for the passing hero Ness.

Ness Azure, the PSI Powerhouse and the leader of the Chosen Four to defeat Giygas, held many fond memories of that time. His most favorite was beating the tar out of the Happy Happy cult to free Paula. Since then, they grew closer and closer. It hadn't stopped since then, and it certainly didn't stop afterwards. For all her passiveness and cute demeanor, she was as strong-willed as he and the rest of them were. She was essential to defeating Giygas, and there was nothing he would exchange for that.

Paula continued to see Ness afterwards. The trip from Twoson to Onett wasn't very far, and talking to each other over the phone was easy. Meeting in person was always better, and dates to the diner were as common as they were fun. That is to say, very much fun. They grow closer and closer still.

Jeff Andonuts, their friend and gifted protege, was nearly finished with his education. Ever since Giygas's demise, his father Dr. Andonuts has become what he wished for; the father he never had was finally in his life.

Then, there was Poo Dalaam..

Prince Poo Dalaam, of the floating country of Dalaam of Chommo, meditated in the tranquility of his sanctuary. Dressed in his martial arts garb, all white with black slipper shoes and blue wristbands. A pig tail hangs from the back of his head, the rest shaved save for a small patch near the front of his raven's peak.

Atop a mountain spire, he sat cross-legged, and felt the flow of the ever-calm energies pass through the earth and wind.

Then, there was the spike. It lashed against his mind.

Poo flinched slightly. His meditation, ruined, allowed him to raise his hand to his temple. Nerves burned slightly at the sudden jolt of pain, as the Prince exhaled to relieve the pain brought to his mind.

A psychic disruption? What was it? What caused it? Did the others feel it?

There were many questions that ran through Poo's mind at that moment. This quake, this psychic disruption — it felt foreign. An intruder.

Poo climbed the rope that led to his spire and made his way towards his palace, crossing the streets and the houses of his subjects. His citizens watched their prince and ruler leave his spot of meditation early, and a crowd began to form.

Poo entered the palace, slamming the large doors into the grand Eastern hall. He walked with a slight haste to his step, his eyes focused deeply onto the strange pain that held his mind hostage for a moment.

"Prince Poo!? You're back from meditation already?" Ryan-Woo-Pa, the Star Master and former master to Poo, asks with a slight alarming tone.

"Indeed. Though something is different. I felt something during my meditation. Normally, I would ignore it, but this I cannot." Poo said. "Master, I felt something disturb the energies. A wickedness has arrived. It did not feel like Giygas, yet it was quite similar."

Ryan-Woo-Pa stroked his snowy white beard. His eyes closed and hidden by bushy eyebrows. For a while, time passed until he harshly tapped his staff onto the pristine and shiny floor of the palace.

"Yes… I have noticed something different as well. It bodes ill." He said. He nods his head. "Yes. The chosen four must reunite once again. Return to Saturn Valley and the Mr. Saturn. They will be the key once again."

Poo bows before his former master and leaves. The Prince marches through his palace with intent, reaching his throne. At a chest near it, Poo walks to it. He unlocks it, the metal box squeaking open to reveal a small bundle of cloth inside. A bracer, diadem and intricate sword, all made of precious gold and steel, gleaming as if untouched and fresh from the anvil.

Poo grabbed everything from the chest. The cloth was a cloak, settled the diadem onto his head and secured the bracer to his right arm. He hooked a scabbard to his outfit, amazed that his garb could hold it. And he settled the scimitar blade into it.

"Wait, Prince Poo!" Ryan-Woo-Pa yelled, just before the Prince had begun to leave. "I forgot to tell you! I can see something in the near future that you must know! I see red, white, black and yellow. They will impact your quest. Four girls like you, with much ahead of them!"

This left him to ponder. Four girls similar to them?

"I will take note of this. Farewell, master." Poo says with a nod, as he begins to spin without the requirement of his feet. He whirls and swirls, around and around, until he suddenly disappears in a puff of smoke.

"Farewell, Prince Poo Dalaam. Great luck to your new journey."

Paula winced slightly to herself. A pain surged up through her skull. Unpleasant, a feeling of dread, anger, and sadness. Powerful emotions that left searing marks to her body. She exhaled, trying to recover from the pain. It was for a moment, but it lasted for a while to her. Oddly familiar, yet the feeling was of something else, and something more. Giygas was gone, so nothing could have been from him.

She sat at her desk, illuminated by a lamp with a textbook set in front of her. She wore a pink babydoll dress, a teddy bear imprint on the hem, with a cotton long-sleeve shirt underneath. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail with a ribbon bow, and bangs aloft her bright blue eyes. White socks stretched to her knees.

"I better tell Ness." She thought, and began to let her mind drift. The connection of the mind between the two espers is strong and soothing. There was a safety to it, and it put the pain from earlier at ease.

"Ness? Ness! I need to talk to you." She cried out to him, waiting for his response. Sure, she could have just called him. But this troubled here plenty, and getting into contact with Ness quickly was important as well.

"Paula? What is it? You felt it too, right?" She heard Ness respond. The telepathic link was the quickest way of contacting each other. Even Jeff, because of how psychic links work, could respond and answer with his thoughts.

"Yes. I feel as if something is happening?" She said. "I can't describe it well, other than familiar. Should we talk to the others?"

There was a small delay between Paula and Ness.

"Yeah. Let's get the gang together, see what it could be. I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling about this." Ness replied, having put a suspicious edge to his tone.

Suddenly, there was a knock. A knock at the front door of the school. Paula's mother, a woman of clear similarity to her daughter, had opened the door. On the other side was Poo, clad in his cloak and white princely garb, the diadem sat on his head, and a scabbard on his belt.

"Poo? Oh my god, what're you doing here?" Paula asked as she approached her front door. Poo held a small, rare smile as Paula walked towards him. Paula's mother stood aside.

"I've come to speak with you and Ness. I'm certain you've felt that… disturbance." Poo said, his smile quickly fading as he became serious once more. Paula nodded, the pain a ghost to her memory.

"Yeah. Do you know what it was?" She asked.

"No. But I have a feeling of what it could be. We are meeting in Saturn Valley." He stated. "I have already given Jeff the message, and he will be there. All that is left is you and Ness."

Paula nodded once again in confirmation. Her gaze turned to her mother, the same blue eyes as her look back. And a smile stretched across her face, a pride of a parent.

"Go on. You're grown up, it's up to you to make your own decisions." Her mother said. And with a final hug goodbye, Paula was ready to venture out once more.

A backpack for school, now emptied out but her trusted French Fry Pan and a few supplies, were slung on her shoulders. Grabbing the hand of Poo, they spun round and round. With great speed, they raced down the street of Twoson and disappeared in a burst of smoke and light.

Ness, the famous young man and savior of the universe, stood outside of his home in the suburbs of Onett. The white picket fence and shiny mailbox stood beside him, a backpack filled with supplies and held a red and blue bat with the word "MAGICANT" printed along the barrel.

He had adorned his precious red baseball cap over his messy black hair, blue and yellow striped shirt and yellow backpack from all those years ago. As well, he had begun to wear full jeans instead of shorts, red and white sneakers, and the varsity jacket of his baseball team. The high school emblem, now in the style of the Franklin Badge, is displayed on the breast. As well, Twoson's "Greased Lightnings" displayed along his cap. It is his favorite team afterall.

Ness's mother, Nancy, stood outside with his little sister Tracey, now 14 years old to Ness's 16 going 17 years. They watched once again as their son and older brother prepared to take on a new threat. This time, more prepared.

"Are you sure you packed everything, Ness sweetie?" Nancy asked, with a worry that betrayed her optimism. She worried of Ness now, seeing as he's putting himself in danger once again. Though last time, it was through the fault of Pokey Minch. He had gone out not knowing what would happen. Now, however, he was fit as a hero. All that hard work, baseball and a diet has burned his pounds and fat in no time. He wasn't chubby little Ness. He was big-star hero Ness. Strong enough to take on the world twice more.

"I'm sure, Mom. I got everything I need. And with any luck, I'll probably get more." Ness said with a smile. It was only a few minutes ago that he'd gotten the message from Paula; they were headed to Saturn Valley. It was a new adventure. Something more was afoot. Apparently, Jeff had already gotten it recorded and analyzed with his father, Dr. Andonuts. He said he'd explain it when they get there.

A hug from both his mother and sister later, Ness stared off the small town of Onett atop the crest of a hill. The sun shone high, the rolling woods heading south and the mountains peaking at the east. A dirt road ahead ran straight, with ample room for Teleport.

Crouched in a runner's pose, the rubber of his soles bending at the toes, Ness looked straight ahead. With a psi-powered burst of speed, he took off like a bullet. Leaves along the trees stretched after him in his turbulence. With a puff of smoke and small swirling portal, Ness Azure disappeared.

The whirling blue, green and white came to a halt, Ness's soles skidding along the dirt of Saturn Valley to stop, the view of various small houses and tall towers filling his sight, surrounded by tall hills and looming mountains will holes of sprawling caverns. Saturn Valley was an interesting place to see. The buildings were shaped after their inhabitants, colloquially named Mr. Saturn.

A squat, fuzzy creature approached Ness. Described by what could possibly be a head with feet, with a lone hair sprouting from the top of its head. A large globular nose, three quarters the size of it's head/body, protrudes out. Thick lines of whiskers stem from the sides. Large, black and shiny eyes topped by large bushy eyebrows stare unblinkingly. For it's bizarre proportions, it could be considered cute.

"HI-HO. WELCOME NESS, BACK TO SATURN VALLEY, ZOOM! YOU FRIENDS, HELP FRIEND WITH BAD FEEL, BOING! ALL MR. SATURN BE AT CENTER OF SATURN VALLEY, BOING!" The Mr. Saturn said, a contagious cheery tone of it's telepathic voice. The reverb and resonating voice soothing and uplifting at the same time.

"You felt that too?" Ness asked

"BIG SAD. EVIL, PAINFUL, ZOOM. DR. SATURN SAY IT MIGHT CHANGE MR. SATURN. WORRIED HE IS, BOING." Mr. Saturn states, the whiskers curling in fright.

Ness crouches down and pats the head of Mr. Saturn, whose whisker uncurl and regain its wholesome demeanor. He walks down a dirt road towards the center of Saturn Valley. Originally, there was no dirt road, just as there weren't many houses to begin with. However, it seems as though they've multiplied and grew. And their home grew with them.

It took only a few minutes, and a trip down memory lane, to reach the center of Saturn Valley. Ness watched the Mr. Saturn go about their way. The buildings, with their pink polyester cylinder outline and brown cone roofs topped vy antenna with a similar looking bow attached to it.

In the center, where a circle was formed by the space between the many buildings, stood a chromatic machine in the shape of the Mr. Saturns. At the base, crouched down, were three bodies working on it, the wrenching and spurring of gears and cogs.

One was a Mr. Saturn. The other two, however, were distinctly recognizable. The hair a greying-blonde nearly as white as the snow of his home, the thick glasses and the labcoat all distinguished Dr. Lloyd Andonuts, Sr (his son of 30 years, Llyod Andonuts, Jr, lives elsewhere). Gifted scientist, founder of Snow Woods Boarding School's Ultra Science club, and quantum physicist are all the distinctive features and noteworthy attributes to this short-nosed, aging old man. He was conceded at first, and hardly recognized his own son Jeff. With Giygas gone, now, he can finally become the father to Jeff had hoped.

The other person wore a vest the color of evergreens, with a white dress shirt and red bowtie to accompany it. Thick glasses acted as barriers to the young man's eyes, cripplingly myopic. A bed of neatly folded and combed blond hair topped his head. This was —

"Hey, Jeff! How's it going?" Ness called out, Jeff Andonuts turning to see his longtime friend. The scrawny, reckless and timid genius had a smile now spread across his face as he rose from his crouching stance at the foot of what looked like a new Phase Distorter.

"Hey!" Jeff cried out in glee for his friend. When they both reached each other, their hands grasped the other firmly in a still handshake, each one taking in the changes of the other.

"Well, I heard you know what's going on. Mind letting me on the secret?" Ness asked, inquisitive of Jeff's findings.

"Sorry, but it's best if everyone's here. After that, we'll be going. I'll tell you this much, we won't be needing robot bodies this time, since we're not traveling in time." Jeff explained, his head turning with Ness's to gaze upon the sight of the new Phase Distorter.

"So, what's happening? Why're we here?" Ness asked Jeff. Paula and Poo standing besides him in a circle with Jeff. They arrived not long after, Poo skidding along the dirt much like Ness when he came earlier. Each of them had packed for a journey much like he did, though Poo had packed much less than any of them. The party, together again, stood ways from the Phase Distorter, near the tower of Dr. Saturn.

"Well…" Jeff began. He pulled out a notebook, flipping page after page of equations, poorly made graphs and charts, until he stopped at one. "There have been some strange signals being emitted along radio lines for quite some time. Nobody knew what they were, where they came from, or what they meant. It only played static."

"However, those radio waves suddenly became brain waves. They changed frequency to match that of alpha waves, which is when people are awake and alert. Then, suddenly, they just turn into theta waves. Theta waves means stress in adults or happen for kids growing up." Jeff explained, showing a wave graph. The wave was long and wide at first, then suddenly contracted for a split second, before returning back to how it was originally.

"That explains the feeling of stress, it hurts." Paula states, a hand finding its rest at her temple from the lingering ghost of pain.

"But where is it coming from? Brain waves come from a brain, don't they?" Poo asked, focused on the wave graph.

"Precisely. Now, the hardest part was tracking it. They began as radio waves, and went on long enough to be recorded and tracked. And they come from… somewhere."

"Somewhere? Where is 'somewhere'?" Ness asked.

"In the Cave of the Past. But different."

"Different how?"

"...possibly another world."

The theory sent a bizarre face towards the rest. Poo gave an incredulous stare, Paula had a thoughtful pout and Ness had a brow raised as his face scrunched into a face of bewilderment. From all the things they've faced, from walking sprouts, zombies, a literal pile of barf, and dinosaurs? Not to mention machine people, aliens, the manifestation of Evil itself. A different world from their own wasn't out of the question. But still, different means different. Different how, though?

Ness's face slowly changed into a grin. "What are we waiting for? If it's a new world to see, than it's a new world to explore! Where's the problem in that?" He said. A confidence sparked within the bodies of the three. There was nothing wrong with exploring a new world. If that's where the signal came from, then that's where they'll find answers.

The rest stood up exclaiming "right!" in agreement and with excitement. They've already saved the universe. What's wrong with going to another?

Jeff did have something else to add. "We won't need to have robot bodies. But we should be prepared. Hopefully you brought some good weapons, because who knows what we're gonna see."

With everyone set, the party made their way towards the new Phase Distorter. It looked almost exactly like the old Phase Distorter. It resembled the Mr. Saturn, with an antenna and wireframe bow. The side panel contained a cascading circle pattern which hissed and opened to reveal the mechanical interior.

"Well, guys." Jeff said. He moved past the rest, standing in front of the entrance. He adjusted his glasses, the light reflecting perfectly to hide his eyes in the light.

"Say hello to the Plane Gateway."

Elsewhere, in the world known as Remnant, there stood a tower that reached the clouds. It sat at a cliff overlooking the city called Vale, where Beacon Academy laid. And there, sat in his seat, looking outward from the large window was Beacon's headmaster. The headmaster, a man of fair, if slightly pale, skin. His head is topped by silver hair, and small circular glasses stand tall before his narrow brown eyes. A face rigid of straight lines and sharp edges defined this man named Ozpin, who sipped from his mug that was perpetually within reach of his hand. He pondered out as he did normally. Of his troubles and enemies; of the current state of Remnant.

"Ozpin." He hear his name be called from behind him. His assistant, Glynda Goodwitch, a woman of hard features as him. Bright, burning and shining emerald eyes behind oval glasses, dressed in a pleated top with a keyhole neckline and a pencil-skirt. Her heels give her an imposing height of over six feet.

"Yes?" Ozpin asks.

"It's happening again. The Grimm have gathered at the front of the cave." Glynda states, handing Ozpin the tablet that was clutched in her hand. The tablet, a holographic screen, showed video feed within the Emerald Forest. Captured in the screen, groups upon groups of the Creatures of Grimm. Each one having their snout in the air, apparently searching or sensing something. There was only one thing that attracted Grimm to such a degree: negativity. Emotions that evoke feelings such as sadness, hatred, jealousy or anxiety. The enemy of life, the complete antithesis. Yet the question remains—

"Why are they gathering at this particular spot?" Ozpin asked, lowering his mug and raising his eyes to look at Glynda.

"I'm not sure. It happens only every few days. But there's nothing that could attract the Grimm in droves like that." Glynda replied with a shake of her head. She received a hum from Ozpin, as he balances his head on his knuckles. "Should we investigate?"

Another hum, then Ozpin rises from his chair. Clad in a black jacket and dark evergreen scarf. He walks with a cane, his weapon The Long Memory.

"Let us be on our way." He said. The clacking of his cane and Glynda's heels resonated with each other as they stepped into the elevator.

Ok. I think it's safe to make the claim that (to my knowledge) this has NEVER been done yet. So here's the first ever EarthBoundxRWBY crossover story. As far as I can tell, nothing or barely anything about it has been touched. So I have some freedom to mess with, but this is still a crossover. I'm positive I'm not the only one whose though of this.

In any case, I've played through EarthBound plenty of times. I have an idea of how to characterize the PSI and PK (I'll be using PK to refer to attacks, as PSI is a mistranslation). I'm sure I have some things right, but in case I have anything wrong, go ahead and offer your criticism.