Guess who? It's me, Spiffy! Let me just say; thank you for reading this fanfic, it pleases me greatly that you would give it a chance. For those who found the fanfic by chance; I hope I can please you and make this fanfic something you can look forward too. For those who traveled from my other fanfic; well...hi again! Now, let's talk a bit about the fanfic, shall we? As you guys know, this story will be based around an overpowered Jaune and his future children. But I should point out that this fanfic also has more enemies to deal with to keep this story kinda fresh. There will also be bits and pieces that I will need to warn you about or that you may dislike but please, when those parts come, just skip past it; some parts of the story are just filler, not important for the story. I swear that if someone complains about something that I warned them about, I will not hold back when sharing my thoughts on those parts of the story. Speaking of concerns; don't be confused about the first part of the story as it will be explained later in the chapter, don't let the first part turn you away from the story or make you believe I am adding false chapters.

With that said, enjoy!

(Location: Ozpin's castle)

(Time: AS/After Salem.)

(World: Role reverse.)

My name is Jaune Arc; a Beacon enforcer who helped stop the White Fang rebellion and Salems group of peace seekers. I did all I could so that Ozpin could remain in power, only to have me question my morals after clearing the final stretch of hidden war we won. After we snuffed out Salem's lackys, I often found myself wondering if it is ok to let hunters rule over the people lie slaves. Eventually I rebelled, using my skills that were taught by my abusive family before I slaughtered them all. I walked into Beacon with a sword in my hand, killing anyone who got in my path; stealing their semblance and aura capacities with my semblance. This included my old comrades as well. Though all my other trials were tough this was a whole new level of challenge. But I suppose that's fitting for the last task I will do in my lifetime. Even if I succeed the news will spread to other hunters who will then track me down in hordes, eventually killing me. That won't stop me though, I already made peace with my demons and am prepared for the consequences. The elevator door opens up and reveals the tyrant known as Ozpin, currently Oscar. He looks to me with glare as walks around his desk.

"What do you want peasant?" He says with venom in his voice.

"I'm here to make this world a better place." I say, drawing my sword.

"So says the man who killed his friends and was once on the side you are now against." He taunts as he sits on his desk.

"They were associates, we held no special bond and I only tolerated them because my eyes weren't open to the ways of the world." I shift my sheath to a shield. "Pyrrha was a glory seeker whose grave I robbed after she foolishly got herself killed by running off on her own. Ren was a sociopath who didn't have any sort of emotion whatsoever. Nora was a psychopath who killed people at random, on her side or not. Yang abused her peers. Blake killed people who were weak. Weiss enslaved faunus. Ruby tested weapons on pedestrians. While all of them were awful people, I can now see I was the worst of all; I stood back and watched even joining in from time to time. I can never be forgiven, but I can sure go out with a bang."

"Fool. I'm immortal, killing me won't stop me. But it makes sense that someone with your test scores wouldn't be bright enough to remember that fact." Oscar smirks.

"That's why I brought these." I pull some items out of my backpack. The relics from Salem's campaign.

Oscar loses it. "What!? Impossible! The reports said that they were destroyed during the great battle! So how-"

"Simple, it was a made up report. If you remember correctly, I was the one who made it. But I suppose that someone who didn't know that my transcripts were falsified couldn't tell the difference." I snark as the relics float around me.

With a blinding light, the two gods appear in front of us. The dark god stares at Oscar and I with his arms crossed while his brother, the light god looked at Oscar with fury.

"When I asked you to unify the world did you think I meant this!? You will be punished for this Ozma!" The brother of light shouts.

"I-I-" Oscar stammers before he is disintegrated. Leaving only his aura's essence behind. I absorb it and it's properties, turning to the gods.

"Truly disappointing, I thought that humanity could come together and live in harmony. But I was sorely mistaken. It's time to end this world once and for all." The dark god lifts his hand in the air to, I assume, obliterate our world.

I close my eyes in preparation for my end, a smile on my face. I knew what would happen, but it doesn't make me any less pleased about the situation. No matter what anyone did in the future, past or present this world would remain rotten. Only this could truly save our world, as much as it saddens me. I know that this won't forgive the sins I've committed; but at least I did what I could for my world. I just wished I could have had a chance to do more.

"Your wish has been granted through the strength of your resolve." An echoing voice says.

I open my eyes and look at my surroundings. Everything had stopped; the gears in the clocktower; the enraged gods; the many scared and oppressed citizens. The world as a whole was put on pause.

"Just know that what you want comes with rules. Should you accept them and follow them to the letter, you will get the chance to see your goal through. If you don't, you will become like the many people of this dying world. So, your verdict?" The voice asks.

"What do you mean by granting my wish? Do you mean my wish to do more good for people? If so, how would you be able to grant that?" I ask.

"Simple; with your world fading from existence, the only way to achieve your wish is go to another, which holds a majority of benefits. For example, your world makes it extraordinarily difficult to do good, the world I send you to would be far more accepting of your kindness. Of course, you would giving your kindness in specific ways under my orders. There are reasons for my leadership being necessary for this but you needn't know them now. You will have all the time in the world to do that later. Now to the main point, is it a yes or no?" The disembodied voice says.

"What are the repercussions? I've lived too long to know that things like these don't come for free." I question with hostility.

"Of course there's a price. You can't get anything for nothing, there is always a trade. But you needn't worry about that; the cost has already been paid in full. I wasn't kidding when I said your wish was granted with the strength of resolve. Determination is one of the greatest energisers for the supernatural, allowing people to summon demons and monsters with just willpower alone. Your wish to do more for redemption brought me here. Now, do we have a deal?" The voices asks once more.

I look down and put my hand to my chin. After some thought I came to a decision. "Yes, I accept!" When I looked up I found a massive humanoid figure crouching in front of me as if to meet my eyes. It had the look of an old time detective with a tattered trench coat and fedora. What really stuck out was that his entire body was covered in chains and cords, each one leading to a stopwatch. He held out his freakishly long arm out to me; in his hand was a scroll made of paper that unraveled into a contract.

"Then sign here." I did as he asked then handed him the contract. In an instant the contract was nowhere to be found. The human looking creature stood tall with his arms outstretched. "And thus the contract has been made. An unbreakable promise, sealed and weaved through fate as it's chiseled through destiny. Jaune Arc; your wish for forgiveness as of now is on trial. And I, the god of time Chronos, shall be your judge!"

Everything started to blur around me, making me feel dizzy. I stick my sword into the ground to stable myself as my legs buckle. My head is then forcefully lifted upwards, my face staring right into the face of the being known as Chronos. His face was that of a grandfather clocks; both the hands were at the twelve until both began spinning rapidly. I was put into a trance and eventually blacked out. The rules of the contract burning into my head as I slept.

(Location: Forest outskirts.)

(Time: BB/Before Beacon.)

(World: Tampered world.)

I opened my eyes and sat up as I woke. Looking around, I found myself at the border of a familiar forest. It looked exactly like the one in my hometown, except it was sunny out. For the first time in my life, I was able to witness a blue sky; something I only ever heard stories about. It was beautiful. My stupor was sadly interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Saffron, wait up!" A young boys voice rang out, prompting me to flee and hide by the trees.

"Can't be a hero if you can't keep up! Especially at this pace!" A blonde teen shouted over her shoulder as she ran past my hiding spot.

'Saffron? What the hell is that bitch doing here?' I think to myself. I watched as she disappeared from my sight; minutes later, a boy in a bunny hoodie that was much too big for him entered my vision.

"Sis…*Huff*...please…" The boy huffed. He was exhausted, sweat poured out of his forehead like a waterfall as he leaned on a nearby tree.

'What in the-!?' I stared. This kid looked exactly like me when I was younger, even called the bitch sis.

"Now you realize." The echoing voice from the tyrants office said in my head. "This world is not your own. In this world, the roles are reversed from what you know. The good guys you knew are the bad now and vice versa. The children you saw are indeed Arcs but not yours. Yours abused you, tormented you, betrayed you, turning you into the monster of a fighter you are today. This Arc family is overprotective of their children, the Jaune who was trained into a mass murderer is instead an aspiring hero who is held back for his own safety. In fact he is the focus of your first good deed."

'What do you mean?' I ask.

"Every world of remnant has something different about them. The differences can be many or few, large or little; but one thing is almost always followed. The basic premise of the timeline; unless included on the list of differences, the usual story of Jaune Arc involves him fighting Salem's forces after joining Beacon with falsified transcripts. You had to falsify your transcripts because you weren't from a prestigious family. Can you guess why this Jaune will falsify his?" He asks.

"Because he's weak." I quickly reply, the answer being as plain as day.

"Correct. Usually this would work out; he would grow to be a great fighter. But great won't cut it this time. Salem's power is stronger than ever before, her underlings are greater in number and later on, the grimm will be twice as strong and have a population that's ten times the original. This Jaune's future strength will get him killed before he even decides to go to Beacon. That's where you come in; you will train him to be better than you ever were at his age, make him strong without completely breaking his mind, morals or personality. Then once that task is complete, you will give him your collection semblances and your aura capacity." He says.

"Why? Wouldn't it make more sense if I kept them instead of giving them to him? I could help out more that way." I point out.

"While that is true. You must adhere to the rules of the contract. One of the rules is natural time flow law. It stops you from making butterfly effects that aren't allowed by me. You can't touch anything I don't let you touch, you can't say things I don't allow you to say. This is so the people of this world can see their collective stories through without it being meddled by a person who's story has already been told. Now, do your duty." The voice cuts off. Leaving me alone with the young me who was catching his breath and my thoughts. There was only one way I knew how to gain disciples without fail. I took my cloak and made a makeshift bag, then wrapped it around the young boys head until he fainted. I then dragged him to the only hidden place I know, a secret space that were in the mines I was forced to work in when I was five.

(Location: ?)

(Time: BB/Before Beacon.)

(World: Tampered world.)

(POV: Young Jaune Arc.)

Today started like any other day. I dragged myself out of bed, had some pumpkin pete cereal and begged my father to train me. He would never say yes so I always had to resort to the only one in our family who would listen to me, my sister Saffron. Saffron would always help me out when I asked her, it made me look up to her more than I already did. But lately she's been upping the difficulty of training to brutal levels, I can't keep up anymore, but I think that's her goal. I know that I am helpless when it comes to things like this, my sisters talk about it behind my back all the time, it just hurts to know that she's starting to think the same. I would try and try but everyday I train with her I'm left behind. Then I would head home and hide in my room, ashamed of another failure. But today was different. When I was left gasping for air by the trees, I somehow fainted.

It was odd; I got tired and out of breath but never had I fainted. It made me doubt if I could make my dream come true. But when I opened my eyes those doubts became fears. I was laying on a cold stone floor in complete darkness, the only sound that could be heard was the echo of dripping water. Needless to say I panicked, struggled to get up until I found I was bound with rope. Putting two and two together, I realized I was kidnapped.

"U-um, excuse me. Is anyone there? I'm sorry but I don't have money so could you let me go? Please?...Hello?" Nobody responded, leaving me in silence. I struggled once more to loosen the ropes before I heard the sound of footsteps.

"Sorry brat, those ropes won't come undone that easily." A mature voice said.

"Who are y-you? Are you going to kill me!?" I raise my voice in fear.

"Shut it. I don't want to kill you or take your money. All I want is to become a benefactor of yours, whether you see that as a good thing or a bad thing is up to you." He says sternly.

"What d-do you mean?" I ask.

"You want to be a hero, right?" He questions.

"More than anything!" I instantly reply.

"Then grow up. Hero's are fantasy characters and cover ups for malicious acts. What you're trying to do is become a huntsman, the difference between the two are vast. You want justice, huntsman want money; heroes save unconditionally, huntsman are paid to save others; heroes live to fight bad guys, huntsman fight both. If you want to be a hero so bad then stick to playing video games." His harsh words stab into me.

"Your wrong!" I shout back.

"That's just how the world works you parent leach. Heroes are fiction, huntsman aren't. Huntsman aren't heroes, they are glorified soldiers."

"A huntsman acts on their ideals! Some of them are bad and some of them are good. I know that already and it won't stop me!" I say with determination.

He moves towards me, his face came close to mine as he smiled. He looked kind of like my dad. "Precisely! However you won't be anything as you are now. The weak die out after all and the strong survive."

"Then i'll get stronger!"

"And I will help you, train you to be strong. If you can, you will without a doubt have the power to see your dreams through and prove everyone else wrong." He says. "So, would like my help in becoming a killing machine?"

"No. I want your help to be strong!" I correct.

"Same difference." The older guy replies.

"No, you're wrong!"

"Just shut up! The longer you blabber the longer you'll remain as weak as you are. If you really want to convince me then you should make me eat my words. After all, history is written by the victor. Hell, I'll even train you to do it. What do you say?" He holds out a hand.

After some thought I respond. "Yeah. I'll make you see my way. I won't rest until I beat you and prove to you that heroes exist!"

He gives me a confused smirk before he gains a smile. "Well said. Tell me your name kid."

"Jaune, Jaune Arc."

"Ditto."

I give him a confused glance. "Ditto?"

"No I mean...never mind, Ditto it is." Ditto huffs.

After a long silence, Ditto speaks again. "Did you mean it when you said you wouldn't rest until you beat me?"

"Yeeeeah?" I confirm cautiously.

"That's good cause I'm not letting you leave until you do." Ditto says casually.

"What!"

(Location: The Arc household.)

(Time: BB/Before Beacon.)

(World: Tampered world.)

(POV: Saffron Arc.)

I just got home after my training with Jaune. If I am being honest it's getting to be a huge pain in my behind. He takes a lot of time out of my life so we can train, time I could use to hang with my friends. Don't get me wrong, I love my little bro; he's just affecting my normal high school life in ways that I wish he didn't. I shouldn't have training regimens in my head! Instead I should be thinking about boys instead...or girls, honestly my teenage brain is having a hard time on the sexuality front. He's just not cut out for fighting or any sort of physical activity whatsoever. He's a smart cookie but his head is filled with superheroes. But I can't just tell him off, it would crush him. His dream for heroism is quite literally the only dream he has ever had in his life. My only hope is to have him see how hard it is and quit on his own. To do that, I have upped the training to levels even normal fighters have difficulty with. I feel bad about it but gosh darn it, I have a life too!

Right now I'm waiting for Jaune. With how far ahead I was he should be back in an hour. So I waited; a minute went by, then five, then twenty; eventually I waited two hours for Jaune and I was getting worried. He's never taken this long to get home before. With my ever growing concern present, I tell my parents to send a search part. I just hope Jaune's alright.

{Timeskip}

We couldn't find him. We spent a whole day searching for him with the towns aid but Jaune was nowhere to be found. The local detectives said that the situation wasn't as simple as getting lost in the forest. No, what caused Jaune to disappear wasn't natural, it was most definitely a kidnapping done by a hunter. They said that a grimm would leave blood behind, that a runaway as young as Jaune would leave tracks and that a trapped child would scream for help when called. Their biggest piece of evidence was the fact that their tracking dogs couldn't track him down. All of this confirmed that Jaune was taken by a huntsman/huntress with the aid of a mobility based semblance. They also said to prepare for the worst as the perpetrators motives are unknown.

This news was taken in different ways by the various family members of the Arc household. Mom was crying while dad was consoling her; but they were older, more mature ,they understood that this was just something that happens in the world and must stand as strong as they can. They also knew that we needed time to ourselves. Three of the Arc siblings hid in their rooms to bawl, remembering the good times with their bro. One shut down and couldn't comprehend nor make the right emotions for the situations. One sibling through a fit of rage and left the house for a bit. And the youngest Arc sibling kept asking why we were so sad and where our brother was. It was bad for all of us, the impact created by Jaunes disappearance hit us hard, but I think I had it the worst. I was the one who let him go out there, I was the one pushed him, I was the one who ran ahead to make him quit. Mom and Dad tell me it isn't my fault but something inside me says it is. That part inside me is ferocious, it blames everyone; me, my sisters, my parents, the townspeople, the detectives, and most of all, the kidnapper. I swear on the Arc family name that I will kill your kidnapper Jaune...and an Arc NEVER goes back on their word.

Soooo, how was it? I think it was pretty good, a tad rough on the edges but still good. The first few chapters won't be about Jaune in beacon but instead a small collection of key events over his years of training. Now that it's over, I want to say a few things:

Firstly I would like to say that this story was inspired by another story called "Untold Story: How You Made Us" by Axel Yamamoto that stopped updating in 2017. I loved the premise and was very sad to see that it stopped updating, so I made something similar.

Secondly, I would like to ask you guys to leave comments for the chapter; it will not only help me make the story better but also see that you guys care to some extent about the story. Every complement makes me feel good and helps me know that future chapters won't be pointless. Every criticism will make me think more about the story, helping me build the story and explain what may be misunderstood or simply not implemented. Every hateful comment/flame comment...well...for those who read my other fanfic, you know exactly what that does for me.

Thirdly, check out my other fanfic "Rwby: A gamer with a twist" to give it support. Link is right here for you to view it. s/13124298/1/Rwby-A-gamer-with-a-twist

Fourthly(fourthly?), the maintenance for the fanfic above is moving steadily so far so get prepared!

Lastly, I will be making a soon under the name "SpiffyDeSage". I'll be making cool art over there as well as some animations so go check it out when it's ready!

That wraps everything up. Thanks for reading!