V1E2 - Welcome to Beacon
Hope, now going under Anon after yesterday's disaster, yawned as he made his way down the streets of Vale. Like many times before, he hadn't caught a wink of sleep. Usually, it was due to his habit of reading mangas and comics or playing games until the early morning. This particular bout of insomnia however was more a result of the stress of him getting Isekaied, to use his own words. His clothes were slightly damp from passing the night outside. Anon had been wandering for the better part of an hour before finally stumbling into the Beacon Bullhead Station. Glynda had been waiting for him.
"You're late." She scolded.
"Sorry." He hung his head. "In my defence, I kind of don't have a scroll."
"What?"
The pair walked to the parked bullhead.
"Non-person, remember? No home, scroll and no identity."
"Didn't you say you were from Vacuo?" She crossed her arms. "The tribal regions-"
"Glynda, be honest." He cut off. "Do I look like a fucking tribal?"
She looked him up and down. He didn't have the deeply tanned or bronzed skin typical of the desert-dwelling nomads of southern Vacuo, though his hair and eyes did remind her of that one nomad she met during her early career.
"I don't think so," She admitted.
"There ya go." He crossed his legs and looked at the rolling scenery. "Look, it's not important. All that matters is that I'm here now."
The two entered the bullhead and after a moment, they took off for Beacon. They sat silently across from one another.
"I feel like I should apologize to you, mister Anon." She finally said after five or so minutes of silence.
He looked up to meet her eyes.
"Why?"
"I should have said something yesterday. What Ozpin did was... Unreasonable, to say the least."
Anon shook his head.
"Bah, I don't blame you anyhow. No use in crying over spilt milk when it has already gone sour."
"I see." She smiled warmly. "Thank you."
Sometimes I forget how hot Glynda actually is. She should smile more often.
She looked outside the window.
"We're arriving."
"Already? That was fast."
Beacon came into view and it did not disappoint. Anon was reminded of Ruby's reaction during The Shining Beacon.
"Yeah, her reaction was warranted."
"I remember gawking at the size of Beacon when I first joined." Glynda smiled with nostalgia. "I remember there were those rowdy siblings, they were causing a scene and their first day hadn't even started."
"I don't want to assume, but are you talking about the Branwens?"
Glynda raised an eyebrow.
"You know them?"
He leaned back into his seat.
"I know about them, about their... Predicament? I guess you could call it?"
The craft shook as it landed, an automated voice rang out.
"Welcome to Beacon, please disembark the bullhead in a calm and ordered fashion."
Anon swung himself to his feet.
"Welp, let's not make him wait more than we already did."
Once he stepped out, Anon couldn't help but gawk at Beacon's majesty.
"Jesus. This place makes a king's castle look like a capsule motel."
He turned to Glynda, who lagged behind him.
"Was this place always an academy or what?"
"It was."
He huffed.
"This goes beyond go big or go home."
Glynda walked toward the main entrance, overtaking Anon.
"You're not wrong."
As they walked through the academy, Anon couldn't help but marvel.
This place is so freaking cool! Oz may be a jackass but he has great taste-
His absent-minded walk led to face first into someone's smaller frame. His chin made contact with the poor girl's head. Papers flew and a quick yelp followed. Anon rubbed his throbbing chin.
"Argh! Not there again!"
"I-I'm sorry." The girl said, clearly holding her red forehead.
Wait, was that an Australian accent I just heard?
Lo and behold, on the ground sat a bunny-eared girl with rich brown hair. You know the one.
"Sorry." She apologized.
He held out his hand for her to take, surprising her.
"I wasn't paying attention, I should be the one apologizing."
She looked stunned by his reaction like he did something unheard of. He motioned her to take his hand impatiently.
"O-oh." She gladly accepted the gesture.
With a quick tug, Anon had helped the velvety bunny back on her feet.
"You ok?" He asked.
"I'm fine." She rubbed her arm, a shy smile on her lips. "Thank you for asking."
"No problem." He looked at the scattered papers all over the floor. "Glynda, can you give me a moment?"
She nodded, an approving look in her eyes. Anon dropped on one knee and began gathering the dead tree sheets. Velvet began waving her hands in front of her.
"Y-you don't have to!"
He rolled his eyes.
"It's fine. Besides," He gave a teasing smile. "I can't help myself when a cute girl's in trouble."
Velvet blushed and began playing with her hair.
Jeez, have you never gotten a compliment before?
Anon tapped the stack of paper to even it out before rising back up and giving the stack back to Velvet.
"They may not be in the right order, so you might want to check that out."
The Velvetine Rabbit happily took her stuff back.
"I will! Thank you, Mister?"
Anon smirked.
"I ain't old enough for you to 'mister' me, hun. Just call me Anon."
"I'm Velvet." They shook hands. "It's nice to meet you, Anon!"
"Same."
Anon turned heel.
"Gotta go. See you 'round, Velvetine Rabbit."
She waved him goodbye before she pattered away. Glynda smiled once Anon joined back with her.
"Thank you."
"Happy to oblige," He replied.
"Not many people outside of her team would have done what you've done."
Anon gave her a side-eyed look.
"I thought things were better here. Racially, I mean."
Glynda gave a defeated sigh.
"It is... It's just..." Glynda paused, trying to find the right words. "Rather than actively discriminating, it's more like..."
"They're ignored?"
"For the lack of a better word."
"Is that everyone or just Velvet?"
"She already has a pretty low presence, to begin with, so the problem is worse for her than it already is for every other Faunus here."
"I see."
He lowered his gaze and saw Glynda clenching her hand.
"I know it's somewhat selfish of me to ask you," Glynda looked to him, hopefully. "But... if you see her in trouble, could you give her a hand?"
"Nah."
Glynda's shoulder's dropped. Her smile soured at the immediate refusal.
"After all, in life, it's sink or swim," He smirked. "But I am more than willing to teach her how to swim, so to speak."
"You would do that?" Glynda's smile returned.
"As I said, I can't help myself when a cute girl's in trouble."
Glynda rolled her eyes at the shallowness of his answer, but she couldn't help but keep her smile.
"Thank you, Anon."
"You're welcome."
Beacon Tower was an impressively tall building, the top of which tickled the cloud. With how tall it was, it was easy to imagine that the view could overlook the entire campus.
"Talk about compensating." Anon joked.
"You should see Atlas, then." Glynda countered lightly. "If you think a tower whose head's in the cloud compensating, imagine a whole city."
"Good Christ."
The elevator ride to the top was quick and in less than three minutes, they were inside the Headmaster's office. The entire room looked like the inside of a clock, with shifting and turning gears operating in a precise, mechanical fashion. A layer of thick glass-like material made up the floor, walls and ceiling. Ozpin sat cross-legged, sipping from his mug as expected while looking at monitors.
"Ah! There you are, Mister Anon." He greeted him with a smile. "I hope that you find my academy to be to your taste."
"Considering how plebian my tastes are, consider me impressed."
"I'm glad to hear this." Ozpin adjusted his glasses.
"Take 'em off."
Ozpin looked at Anon inquisitively.
"Why I may ask?"
"I want to confirm something that's bein' bugging me."
Ozpin acquiesced and took off his glasses. Anon approached him, the desk separating the two. Anon looked into Ozpin's eyes, their brown eyes locked.
"Ha."
Ozpin cocked an eyebrow.
"We really are birds of a feather, you and I."
Glynda was confused by the statement, though Ozpin had an idea as to what he meant.
"Let's get down to business." Anon rubbed his eyes tiredly. "I'm running on an hour of sleep and I haven't eaten anything today."
"Insomnia?"
Anon looked down.
"You're not the only one with things that keep them up at night, Oz."
Ozpin didn't press him on what he meant, for that he was grateful.
At least, he understands.
"So!" Ozpin clapped his hands together. "Let us talk about your application to this fine establishment."
"Right."
Anon sat down on the chair facing the desk. Glynda stood behind Ozpin, her eyes glued to her scroll tablet.
"Now, as you probably know, this is a Huntsman academy. And as the name suggests, we train the ones who keep the world safe from the Grimms."
"Please, skip the preamble and get to the point," Anon begged.
"Very well. Considering your lack of an Aura, I have judged it wise to not put you in a direct combat role."
"Oh thank god." He exhaled.
"We have modified your curriculum and put you in a support role."
Anon leaned back in his chair.
"So what am I supposed to do?"
Glynda presented him with her tablet. It pictured many different roles with quick and accurate descriptions.
"You are to help the fireteams in any way that is deemed appropriate. Radio support, information gathering, field medicine, strategy and commanding, things of that nature."
"Commanding? You don't trust the team leaders to do their job?"
"Quite the opposite, mister Anon." Ozpin crossed his hands on his desk. "However, when multiple teams are involved with different modus operandi, it helps to have someone who can mediate if not outright lead the group."
Oh great, tard wrangling. Am I still at work?
"Ok, I think I get the gist of it."
"Very good." Ozpin opened one of his desk's drawers. "I believe that you will be needing a few things if you are to attend."
Ozpin pulled out a few documents attached to a clipboard and a scroll.
"First, your identity."
Here we go again.
"I highly doubt that 'Anonymous Operator' counts as a valid and believable name to give to others. That and a few other, clearly false bits of information."
"I kind of didn't expect you to force me into your little country club, Oz."
"Once again, I apologize for my... Forcefulness. But I have an eye for talent. And yours is one I cannot afford to fall into the wrong hand."
"Whatever helps you sleep better at night."
Ozpin pushed the clipboard towards Anon, who exasperatedly snatched it off the table.
"Just so you know, some of the shit that's on this list won't apply to me."
"I understand."
Anon sighed as he dealt with more goddamned paperwork.
Name: Anon Hope
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Date of Birth: N/A (First Day of the Year)
Place of Birth: N/A
Religion: N/A
Citizenship by Kingdoms: N/A
Marital Status: Go to Hell
Jeez, there are like four pages of this stuff! Will this fucking ever end!?
"There, done!" Anon proclaimed as he threw the clipboard onto Ozpin's desk.
Ozpin whistled as he read the forms, he cocked a curious eyebrow once he saw the name.
"Anon Hope? May I ask why you kept this name?"
"Spite, for one. I won't give you my actual name even if it kills me."
"That is incredibly petty."
"And I, for one, don't give a singular fuck."
"And the other reason?"
Anon scratched the back of his neck.
"I kind of already presented myself to someone here. It would be kinda awkward if I had to explain to her that my name isn't actually Anon."
Ozpin chuckled.
"Ah, I understand. Anon it is then. And Hope?"
"It's my actual last name."
"Understood. And for the Marital-"
"I don't want to talk about my romantic life." Anon bruskly cut off. "Just put Non-Applicable if you're that serious."
Ozpin gave an understanding nod and corrected the form.
"And your specific date and place of birth?"
"None of your business, make shit up if you want."
"Understood," Ozpin wrote on the form one last time. "All of this is to order. Good, now we can move on to the second point."
Ozpin pushed the scroll toward Anon. Upon further inspection, the device had a collapsible hard light screen that could be stretched to the size of a tablet. Anon's awe and fascination at the device did not escape Ozpin.
"Interesting," He muttered.
"Say what now?" Anon asked, half paying attention.
"Let me explain to you some of the functions of this scroll."
Ozpin pressed a few buttons on his own keyboard. The scroll in Anon's hands displayed his contacts.
"You have both my and Glynda's contacts, in case of any mishappenings. You will receive relevant contacts, such as the other headmasters as you meet them. You can also add your own contacts."
"Gotcha."
Ozpin pressed another button, this time to a library app.
"Having considered your hatred of paperwork and I'll assume books in general, We-" He pointed to Glynda, who looked miserable. "Have given you access to a prototype digital library, composed of all of the books covering the first-year subject matters."
Anon cringed.
"You ok, Glynda?"
"It took me hours upon hours to compile and organize everything. The only reason why I'm not dead on the floor is that I chugged like four energy drinks in the span of a night."
Anon looked kindly into Glynda's green eyes.
"I understand," He told her, warmly.
Anon stood up and gave Glynda a hug.
"I really want to tell you it's going to get better," Anon whispered to her, pain palpable in his voice.
"I know... It won't." Glynda hugged back, her voice cracking. "It never will."
Ozpin let them have their little moment with an amused smile.
"Heartwarming," Ozpin muttered, almost mockingly. "Anyhow! Let's wrap this up shall we?"
Having regained their seriousness, The two huggers swiftly separated. In that moment of weakness, Their mutual despair and hatred of bureaucracy had brought them together. However, now was neither the time nor the place to lament your shitty jobs. Anon cleared his throat.
"Yeah, let's."
Ozpin continued explaining the different features of a scroll. What Anon got from it is that it's basically a hyper-advanced personal computer crossed with a smartphone.
It connects to TV screens, it has a digital key chain for doors. What else does it have, a fucking swiss army knife?
Ozpin drank from his cup, letting out a satisfied sigh.
"I do believe that that is it. I have nothing else for you today. Shall we end this meeting?"
Anon shook his head.
"Actually, I have some conditions."
"Right, my apologies. You did say yesterday that you had conditions."
Anon held three fingers up.
"I had three. I'll give you credit, you already gave me one of them. Sort of."
"And would have been?"
"Don't put me in a position where my life is at stake. I'm not a huntsman, so that was a big one."
"I'll assume that your current curriculum ticks that box?"
"Yeah. I'll still be in trouble because I'll be on the field, but I guess I don't have a choice." Anon lowered one of his fingers. "Second, I want my own room."
Ozpin raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
"Considering how filthy teenagers are, I refuse to share a room with any other student." Anon shivered in disgust as a memory resurfaced. "I've been to college, and I refuse to relieve that fucking dorm experience."
"Understood. I'll do what I can."
"I don't care if it's a broom closet. As long as I have it to myself, I'll accept it."
"Very well. And the last one?"
"I work solo, so no team."
Ozpin hummed.
"Any reason?"
"Similar to the second point. I can't stand teenagers, too immature and they have a habit of not thinking before acting."
"This one..." Ozpin hesitated. "Our curriculums are based around individual and team performance. For you to work alone would penalize you by half..."
Ozpin sucked on his teeth.
"I'll try and find a workaround."
"Thank you."
Ozpin uncrossed his legs and leaned forward in his chair.
"Will that be all?"
Anon gave a half-smile.
"Works for me."
Anon stretched with a yawn.
"When will my room be ready?"
"It was already furnished and ready but seeing as you wish to have different living arrangements, it won't be ready until tomorrow night at the earliest. "
"So what? I'm supposed to crash on someone's couch?"
Ozpin glanced cheekily at Glynda.
"No," She said without hesitation.
"For shame." he looked back at Anon. "I guess you'll have to-"
"Just get me a sleeping bag and the roof access key." Anon cut him off bruskly. "If I could do it yesterday, I can do it today."
"As you wish."
Anon left his seat and walked to the elevator.
"And mister Hope?"
Anon entered the elevator but held the door open.
"Welcome to Beacon."
"If I die because of you, I'll become your sleep paralysis demon out of sheer spite."
The elevator door closed, leaving Glynda and Ozpin alone. Ozpin chuckled.
"The joke is on you, Anon Hope. I rarely sleep anymore..."
Beacon was, without a shadow of a doubt, the most outlandishly massive place that Anon has ever been in.
I've been to the Vatican and I'm pretty sure this place is still bigger.
Anon kept wandering, occasionally looking at his new scroll's map to see where he was. Eventually, he emerged into the mess hall. Think your high school or college cafeteria, but like two and a half times the size.
Why does everything in this damned school have to be so expansive?! How many fucking students are supposed to attend this place?!
At this hour, the mess hall was mostly empty, with the exception of the occasional student mucking about or studying. Anon picked one of the more isolated tables before crashing into the seat. Using his arms as pillows, Anon rested his head on the table and let his fatigue drift him to sleep.
...
A small tug on his shirt.
Ahhhrgh... if I ignore it it'll go away.
The tug became a gentle shake.
Please fuck off.
The shake became ever so slightly more forceful.
"Urgh..." Anon hunched up, supporting his head with his hand. "Which fucking cu-"
His eyes landed on a pair of chocolate-coloured rabbit ears, then on the cute face attached to it.
"Oh. Hey Vel."
Velvet had a tray of food in her hand and a book under her arm.
"Hi! Could uh... Could I sit here?" She asked meekly.
He looked at the empty seat in front of him. He shrugged.
"Be my guest?"
"Thank you."
She set down her tray and sat before him. She looked concerned.
"Are you ok? You look..."
"Like shit?"
"I wouldn't go that far."
He shrugged.
"I didn't sleep last night."
She smiled.
Can you be any cuter?
"Nervous about your first day?"
"That and myriad other things. Like being sent on a path I didn't ask for."
"You didn't want to be a huntsman?" She tilted her head.
"Nope." He sighed. "Circumstances forced me into... Well, this."
"O-oh, I see." She fiddled with her hands. "Was it your parent?"
His hollow eye trailed to the side.
"No." His cold tone ended that discussion right then and there.
"Oh..."
And there dies the conversation. Great job, me.
Velvet shifted in her seat awkwardly. Anon sighed.
"It probably sounded harsher than I intended. Sorry."
"N-No no no, It's not your fault!" She waved her hands in front of her rapidly. "I clearly touch a sensitive subject, it was my bad."
"There's no way you could have known."
"Still..."
He chuckled as he shook his head.
"Jesus Christ, Vel. You don't have to apologize for everything that isn't your fault."
She looked down.
"I know. It's just..."
"It's easier to keep your head down?"
"Yeah. Just apologize and leave quickly. That way, I'll avoid most troubles."
"So if a Grimm breaks its teeth on your aura you just apologize and let it eat you alive?" He joked with a half-smile.
"Of course not! That's completely different!"
Hope straightened his back and adopted a serious expression.
"Ok then. If someone were to bully you?"
She held her arm and frowned.
"I'll just endure it. They'll get bored eventually."
Anon unconsciously gripped the table's edge.
"And if they don't?" He said through clenched teeth. "What if they call you an animal, a freak, whatever else as they pulled on your ears until they bled?"
Her ears drooped as she began rubbing her arm.
"If they're doing it to me... They... " Her voice cracked. "They won't be doing this to others."
Anon clenched his eyes shut and his grip on the table intensified, his knuckles turned white.
"And if they force themselves onto you?" He whispered angrily.
Velvet's eyes bulged out of her skull in horror at the thought. A disgusted shiver ran down her spine.
"I-"
The shiver worsened. She put up a braver facade.
"I!"
The facade dropped and the uncontrollable shivers returned.
"I..." She said quietly.
Anon reached out to her, gently stroking her shoulder. Velvet looked up from the table. His face convened the sort of pain and regret that stops you in your track when you see it.
"Anon..." She muttered.
"I'm not going to tell you how to live your life." His voice was low. "But please..."
He inhaled deeply, his frown leaving him and replaced by an intense stare. He took ahold of her hand and held it tenderly.
"Don't hesitate to fight back. Or hell, ask for help for that matter."
"Anon..."
His stomach then grumbled loudly out of nowhere. The two managed to hold eye contact for a solid ten seconds before sniggering uncontrollably.
"Goddamnit!" He burst out laughing. "I was trying to be cool and shit too!"
Velvet tried to hold her laugh in before succumbing to the giggles.
"What was that?!"
"Fuck me that timing was ass!"
Velvet smiled brightly as she wiped a tear from her eye.
"Thank you, Anon."
"For what?"
"It's just... It's the first time someone outside my team has ever shown me that much kindness and concern."
He shrugged.
"As I told you before, I can't help myself when a cute girl's troubled."
"Somehow... I don't think that's the case. I think you're a good guy, deep down."
He shrugged again.
"Think what you will, Vel."
"I think I will."
Fox stretched as he and Yatsuhachi walked toward the mess hall. Velvet had gone ahead before them, with Coco not far behind.
"Port is boring as always," Fox said through a yawn.
"I think his stories have merit to them." The ever zen Yatsuachi replied.
"Every story does, but would it kill him to at least make them entertaining?"
Yatsuachi stopped in his tracks.
"What's up, big guy?"
"What is she doing?"
In front of them, their team leader, Coco, was hidden behind a corner with a pair of binoculars glued to her face.
"Is Coco up to her nonsense again?" Fox sighed in exasperation.
"It seems so."
"Godsdamnit."
The pair walked up to Coco, who was really absorbed in her observations.
"What are you doing?" Fox asked.
"There's some steamy shit going down with Velvet."
Fox rolled his milky white eyes.
"You caught another upskirt?"
Coco shook her head.
"Nah, she's holding hand with a guy and they're looking deeply into each other's eyes."
"...What?"
Yatsuachi looked around the corner. Lo and behold, Coco was right.
"Well, I'll be damned."
"Seriously?!" Fox was bewildered.
"Looks like our cute velvety Velvet is finally breaking out of her shell!" Coco praised elatedly like a proud parent.
This was short-lived as a doubt sprouted in her mind.
"Wait... But what if he's actually playing her? Or going after her soft, plump ass?!"
Fox facepalmed.
"Seriously? Not everyone has an ass fixation like you, Coco."
She turned to him and lowered her shades to look at Fox directly.
"I have to be sure!" She grabbed his shoulders. "C'mere!"
"Coco! I know what you want me to do and I won't!" Fox tried fighting back but his team leader's determination won out in the end.
"Read his mind!"
"Coco, No." Yatsuachi finally said.
"COCO YES!" She held Fox in front of her "Now read, or I'll grab your ass!"
"You always do so anyways!" Fox decried.
"DO IT!"
"Alright, fine!" He shook her hands off of him.
Fox took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. He emptied his mind and the echoes of the surrounding minds began to whisper to him
'C'mon C'mon C'mon!' Coco thought. 'I want to know if my baby's safe!'
"Urgh, Coco!"
"What?!"
"She's not a child!"
"Get to it and stop criticizing me!"
Fox sighed as his concentration returned.
'Gods, I got to fart real bad.' One woman thought. 'But I'm afraid I'll just crap myself instead.'
'Port is so boring!' Another woman thought.
'Glynda's so fucking hot!' A man thought.'I don't understand how he prefers miss Peach!'
Fox cringed when he scried someone's mind and found out their fetish.
"Ew..."
"What'd you find?!" Coco asked.
"Nevermind... Just... It's not the guy Velvet's talking to."
"Hurry up!"
Fox growled at being egged on by Coco. He heard Velvet's peculiar way of giggling, giving away her position. He focused one more time, picking out Velvet's mind amidst the sea of consciousnesses.
'He's so nice. First, he helped this morning, and now he worries about my well-being even though we only met today. I hope he'll stick around...'
"Ok, found Velvet... So they only met today."
"And they're holding hands and eye-fucking already?! Damn, she moves fast!"
"Apparently he helped her out this morning."
"Nevermind, she's just easy!"
"Coco, shut up!"
"Well, I guess that's my cue to get something to eat." Hope sighed dejectedly. "Too bad I'm broke."
"Oh! You can have some of mine." She presented him one half of her sandwich.
"You sure?"
"I don't have much of an appetite anyway. And well... Yatsuachi isn't here to eat the leftovers."
"Well then!" He reached for the offering. "Don't mind if i-"
He stopped suddenly.
"W-What's wrong?"
Anon inhaled deeply. His gaze darkened and his face twisted in rage. A scream was heard from the hallway, startling everyone, save Anon. Fox was sprawled on the floor, holding his ears in pain.
"Fox?!" Coco blurted out.
"Next time," Anon yelled over. "I won't be so kind, telepath!"
Velvet looked confused for a moment before wires crossed in her mind. She facepalmed.
"Coco!" She yelled out. "Stop using Fox to spy on me!"
Coco turned to face an angry Velvet. A good approximation of her face when she realized she was in trouble, would be that of a deer caught in a headlight. She made a run of it.
"Crap!" She cussed as she ran. "The jig is up! SCATTER!"
Only she ran away as Fox slowly stood back up with the aid of Yatsuachi. Anon and Velvet walked over. Velvet was obviously worried about her teammate.
"Sorry about this... Display." Yatsuachi bowed as he apologized.
Anon patted his forearm because his shoulders are way too high for him.
"No harm was done, big guy."
He looked up at Yatsuachi, 'mirin' just how freakishly tall he was.
What the fuck kind of stuff do they feed you with?! Corn and horse roids?!
Fox grunted as he held one side of his head. Anon crossed his arms and frowned at him.
"Stay out of my head." Anon threatened.
"Sorry..." Fox whimpered. "Gah! This is the first time this happened to me."
"Y'ain't the first telepath I came across, lad."
"I can see that."
Anon's frown loosened and contorted into disgust.
"Really dude?"
Fox shamelessly smiled.
"Absolutely."
Velvet got in between the two.
"I'm sorry about Coco and Fox. They usually mean well."
"Sure." He drawled.
A whistling sound came out of Velvet's breast pocket. She pulled out her scroll and checked her messages. A voice mail from Coco.
"Mah baby gorl found a hubbeh, mama so proud." Coco's cheeky baby talk brought fire to Velvet's cheeks.
She took a deep breath.
"I'MMA FUCKIN' KICK YER CU-"
"VELVET!" Yatsuachi and Fox yelled over Velvet, censoring her as she finished the no-no word.
Velvet ran off, most probably to kick Coco's ass.
"Yats! Quick, before Coco's wardrobe in tatters." Fox screamed in terror.
Yatsuachi's seemingly always half-shut eyes fully opened.
"Dear gods," He said with dread.
The pair ran off in desperation, hoping to stop Velvet before their dorm room was destroyed.
Alone once more, Anon shook his head in amusement.
"Now, that wasn't part of the show."
I guess I'll see things that the show didn't expand upon, huh.
Anon sat down at the table and ate the sandwich half that Velvet had given him. He stopped mid-chew.
"Ah."
He resumed eating.
I thought I could taste again. Nevermind.
Anon once more stargazed on top of a roof. Though, unlike last time, at least he had a room to sleep in... once it's furnished. He laid on top of his sleeping bag, courtesy of Ozpin, and put down his phone on his chest.
"Ok, that's the whole Volume done." He rubbed his eyes. "I'll wait until this timeline catches up to resume."
He looked at the cracked moon, still as awed as when he first saw it.
"I'm still amazed I'm here. That this isn't a dream or a fantasy. I'm really here, interacting with the cast..."
His mood soured and a frown formed.
"Which probably means I'll have to eventually interact with the villains..."
He exhaled.
"I hope to fuck it'll be only at a minimum."
He thought back to the Breach in Volume 2.
"Should I mess with the timeline..?"
He thought back to the Fall in Volume 3. He sighed.
"Guess we'll have to wait and see."
He looked upon the clear night sky of Remnant.
"Things are going to get complicated in a week. But..."
He closed his eyes.
"I have a feeling that things are only going to get crazier from there for me."
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