The prompt this week was "Write a scene from your favorite movie/book/show replacing the characters with those from RWBY." I couldn't find the clip I needed for reference, so this isn't as complete as I wanted it to be. I think it still gets the point across. And yes, there was already a prompt like this once.

Oscar froze, the scroll suddenly feeling cold in his hand. What had Ruby just said?

"What?" he asked.

"What is wrong with you?" asked Ruby over the line.

"What did you just call me? Say my name!" demanded Oscar.

"Ozpin!" shouted Ruby, obviously exasperated. "Professor Ozpin, you weirdo! What's going on?"

Oscar wanted to answer. He really did. But his brain didn't seem to be functioning properly. That was why he was too late to react when Ruby said that she was coming over. She hung up before he could tell her that he wasn't at the house in Mistral.

Oscar slowly set down the scroll, trying to wrap his head around what Ruby had just said. It was strange enough that all of those crazy people were calling him Ozpin, but Ruby? How could she possibly think that he was-

"You broke your promise," a calm, dignified voice declared.

Oscar spun around to see Professor Ozpin sitting in a chair in a corner of the hotel room, his cane resting in his lap. Oscar definitely hadn't heard him come in.

"You spoke with her about me," Ozpin stated simply.

"What is going on here?" Oscar shouted, rising from the bed.

"I asked you for just one simple thing," Ozpin continued, ignoring Oscar's outburst.

"Why does everyone think that I'm you?" Oscar demanded. Ozpin remained silent. "Answer me!"

The professor removed his glasses and leaned back in his chair. "Sit."

Oscar sat at the foot of the bed, never taking his eyes off of Ozpin.

"Now answer me, why do people think that I'm you?"

"I think you know," Ozpin replied calmly.

"No, I don't," replied Oscar, wanting to be angry with the professor but just feeling confused.

"Yes, you do," countered Ozpin. "Why would anyone possibly confuse you with me?"

"I… don't know," whispered Oscar.

Then suddenly he remembered something. Something that he shouldn't remember. He remembered fighting against Hazel in the entrance hall of Haven Academy, cane striking so fast it became a blur.

Slowly Oscar met the professor's eyes.

"It seems you've figured it out," Ozpin said simply.

"No…" whispered Oscar, more images of the fight with Hazel flashing through his mind.

"It would help to say it," suggested Ozpin.

"Because… we're the same person," Oscar said slowly, his whole world feeling like it was crashing down around him.

"That's right," confirmed Ozpin.

"I don't understand this," Oscar protested weakly. Memories came back to him, of meeting Team RWBY, of planning things with Qrow, of confronting Lionheart, but he wasn't just some follower. He was in the role of Ozpin.

"It's a long story," replied the professor. "The short version is that the gods once asked me if I wanted to go to the afterlife or stay on Remnant. I chose Remnant, but I didn't realize that I would be stuck with the choice I made forever. So now every time I die, I am thrown into someone else's body."

"So, I just randomly got stuck with you in my head?" demanded Oscar.

"Oh, it was far from random," replied Ozpin. "It has to be someone special. Someone who wants to make a difference in the world but can't do it alone. All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I have the skills, the intelligence, the knowledge, and the respect to be the hero you wanted to be, and most importantly I am free in all the ways you are not."

"No, no," whispered Oscar. "This isn't what I wanted. This is crazy."

"No, people do it every day," countered Ozpin. "They imagine themselves suddenly obtaining the power to be a hero without ever putting in the work that they would need for it. Think of X-Ray and Vav. Their creators imagined them receiving their powers through a chance encounter with a scientist. It's not realistic. But you actually got your chance encounter, and now you can be the hero.

"Naturally you're still wrestling with it, so sometimes you're still you. Other times, you imagine yourself watching me. Little by little, just letting yourself become Professor Ozpin."

Oscar sighed.

"No, Nora, that is not what happened. And I think Yang would probably kill you if she heard you imply that Oz had sex with Ruby."

"Yeah, you're probably right," agreed Nora. "That would be cool though... Not the sex with Ruby part, the other part."

"I... guess so," Oscar replied uncertainly.

Author's Note: I want to be clear that Fight Club is not my favorite movie. But this was too perfect to pass up.