A/N: Welcome back to the second chapter of My Turn!
A quick update, I know. I think I might update this each day up until Friday, but don't hold me to that.
Now, obviously I didn't expect a lot of people to read this story because it's a self-insert. And I was right.
Still…eight followers and five faves? That's honestly more than I expected. A pleasant surprise, really. Only got one review though...a little discouraging, but I'll deal.
Well, with that out of the way, let's get on to my arrival on Remnant!
Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY.
Wow.
This ground…it's so comfy, and the grass is sooooooo soft. I don't wanna get up.
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Wait, grass?
I quickly open my eyes and scramble to a sitting position.
Trees. Trees everywhere. And grass. Oh the soft grass beckoning me to lay back upon it and rest my weary eyes and-.
Wait, no! I'm alive!
I hastily stand up to assess my surroundings. I was in some sort of forest, and not one I recognized either.
Not that I've ever been to a forest. I haven't even left my home state of Texas! The farthest I've ever gone is San Antonio, and that's a literal ten hour trip. I lived in South Texas…like way south. Near the border to Mexico.
But that's beside the point. I was in a forest! Not my room. Not even my house. How did I….
Oh. Right.
I died. A freaking heart attack no less.
M-My family…I'm never gonna see them again.
I stumble towards a tree to lay back against it. Tears pour out of my eyes as I slowly realize that I'm alone. No family to go to, or ever see again.
I was alone…on Remna-.
My mind comes to a screeching halt.
I was in Purgatory. I met the Buddha (which is still Blasphemous to both religions, mind you) and spun the Wheel of Reincarnation and got the chance to live again….
On Remnant.
A world filled with creatures of darkness called Grimm.
Monsters attracted to negative emotion…such as the sadness at never seeing one's family again.
Fuck.
Grrrr.
Double fuck.
I slowly turn to find a werewolf-looking creature with black fur and red eyes. Bones covered its claws and shoulders, as well as the top part of its face.
A Beowolf.
And I was alone with it.
I slowly stand up with a hand outstretched in a placating manner.
"N-Now, now. T-There's no need to go all Cujo on me, hehe.
The Beowolf growled again.
"M-Maybe there's someone else you can bother? M-Maybe a Huntsman or Huntress? Yeah, like that! J-Just go up to them and say hello! I'm sure they won't pull out an awesome transforming weapon and kill you dead wi-."
ROOOOAAAARRR!
"FUCK THIS! I'M OUT!"
I immediately ran in a random direction. No way I could possibly get myself lost, right?
I should really lay off the sarcasm.
ROOAAR!
"FUCK OFF!"
I'm surprised I was able to run from this Grimm. It's supposed to be the fastest (unless that's the Creeps), and yet an out-of-shape guy like me is managing to outpace it.
Unless it's just playing with me, which I doubt because it didn't look like an older Grimm. I imagine young Grimm just go for the kill.
Seriously, though, I should be tired by now! I'm willing to admit I'm very out of shape. My mom would say I'm overweight, but…yeah, I'm pretty much fat.
Not like those 300 or 400 pound guys who you can just tell are fat. But not half of 300 either….
THIS. IS. SPARTA!
Sorry. Needed to get that out of my system.
Anyway, I was more around the 200s. Maybe 230, 250? Possibly 260. I haven't weighed myself in a while.
And yet somehow I'm not only not getting tired from all this "running for my life", but I'm outpacing the Beowolf.
ROAR!
Barely.
I may need to look at myself in the mirror. If I survive this of course.
I looked back to find the Beowolf bending its hind legs.
It was going to lunge.
"CRAP!"
I jump to my left between two trees, causing the Beowolf to miss and skid across the ground. I find myself rolling down a steep cutoff. Dirt shoots into the air as I roll, and I could feel some scrapes and burns forming.
At least I know I don't have Aura….
Maybe I should look into that. If I survive, of course.
I finally come tumbling down to a complete stop, my stomach hitting the stump of a tree, causing the breath to be knocked out of me.
Oh god...this was worse than in the movies.
I struggle to my feet and look up at where I fell from. A roar makes me scramble behind the tree I crashed into. I take slow breaths to get my wind back. When I calm down, I slowly peer out from behind the tree.
The Beowolf is sticking its head between the trees I jumped though and searching left and right. When its gaze nearly lands upon me, I hide back behind the tree, praying to whatever god is on Remnant to see me through this.
I risk another glance from behind the tree. The Beowolf huffs and pulls its head from between the trees, then wanders off, probably to find a way down or to look for other prey.
I breathe a sigh of relief and stand up. I dust myself off-.
HOLY SHIT!
I…I…I'm not fat!
I quickly pat my midsection. No big belly in sight. I lift the clothing I'm wear- wait a minute.
I'm in different clothing!
I glance to make sure that Beowolf isn't still around. When I confirm this, I once again look myself over.
I'm not fat anymore. Instead I'm…scrawny. Kinda like Jaune I guess. I pat my arms and legs to find no form of added fat. Patting my face, I feel no chubbiness whatsoever. I also have facial hair, not that I didn't back on Earth, but this was different. A new style. This time the mustache connected with the goatee, as well as some sideburns. I check the hair on my head to find that it's a bit longer. Still short, but longer than I'd like.
When I wear caps, I'd prefer to not have long hair.
A glance to my left reveals a clearing with clear water. I cautiously step forward, looking around to make sure no other Grimm are in sight. As I near, I gaze into the water….
Whoah.
I guess a new life means a new look!
My hair and facial hair is now brown instead of black, the same going for my eyebrows. My eyes are a dark green, a plus in my books since my favorite color is green. Seeing as I wasn't fat anymore, I basically had different facial features.
My clothing was different too. I had on a sweater over a light brown buttoned shirt, as well as a striped long-sleeved jacket over the sweater. My pants were a shade of green that I couldn't remember, and my shoes were now boots. Western style boots if I guessed correctly. I don't have my glasses anymore, but looking at a small tag on the jacket makes me see that I don't need them anymore.
(A/N: Basically, the cover image.)
Huh…if only I had a-
Smack.
"What?"
What appeared to be a dark maroon cap had smacked into my head and fell to the ground. I grab it before it can roll into the water and place it comfortably on my head.
Now the look was perfect!
I took a second look at myself….
Huh…I was actually…handsome. Scrawny, but still.
Not that I mind. I actually prefer this over my previous look on Earth. I may still have to exercise and all, but at least I'm better off.
Also, I'm still the same age: 22….
Well, good thing trying to date someone on Team RWBY didn't cross my mind. I'm cool like that….
Then again, Coco and Velvet are 18, so-.
NO! BAD BOY! BAD!
I slap my head. Just cause I'm on Remnant, doesn't mean I should date one of the known female RWBY characters anywhere near my age!
I mean…I could try, but I doubt it would work out. I was hardly one to socialize and…I think I might be scared to talk to girls, honestly.
Off topic.
Point is, same age, with an entirely new look!
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"I'M NOT FAT ANYMORE! FUCK YEAH!"
ROAR!
I snap towards the direction of the roar and find the same damn Beowolf from before glaring at me.
"Goddamn it, Fido."
The Beowolf leaps towards me. I jump out of the way, the monster landing in the water with a yelp.
I look around and find smoke in the distance. A sign that people were around.
I scrambled off in that direction, not even bothering to look back.
If the increase in roars behind me was anything to go by, it meant that more Beowolves had joined the chase.
Wonderful. Really, that's just great!
I did not get reincarnated just so I could be eaten by monsters!
However, with the fact that I had not gotten any closer to the signs of a sort of civilization, as well as how now I was starting to get tired, I may not have a say in the matter.
To be honest, I really should've been dead several minutes ago.
And considering I just tripped on a stray root, I may very well die right this second.
I scramble to my feet, but a Beowolf moves past me to block my path. Another blocks off my left and right side. And then there's the two behind me.
I'm surrounded.
I sigh. "Seriously? I'd have thought I'd last longer than…."
Shit, I don't even know how long I've been here! What was it? Like, five minutes? Ten?
Wait, this is irrelevant. I'm about to die!
The Beowolves began to close in on me on all sides.
Well…if this was the end…I could only do one thing.
I gave the Beowolves the middle finger. "Fuck you!"
I futilely shield myself with my arms and close my eyes as they lunge.
SHINK!
BANG! BANG!
SCHLIZCT!
SHANK!
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…
Am I dead again?
"Hey, kid? You can open your eyes now."
That voice. It couldn't be, could it?
I open my eyes…and found myself staring at the legendary (and drunken) Huntsman himself.
The one who taught Ruby Rose to wield a scythe.
Qrow Branwen.
"Are you alright?" a female voice asked.
And Amber, the Fall Maiden….
Wait, what?!
A/N: Well…looks like I've survived an encounter with the Grimm and got to meet two characters already. The drunk Qrow and the Fall Maiden Amber.
You would think that this possibly points out where in canon I am….
Prepare to be surprised.
Now, I've officially confirmed my age in-story. And as stated, that means Team RWBY is off limits. Not that I would've actually considered it. I may read Rosewick fics, but that doesn't mean I'd actually do that. Those stories are just fun to read.
In any case, the same goes for Coco and Velvet…maybe. Does those two being 18 (when I meet them anyway…make of that what you will) really make it alright? I'm pretty sure it doesn't. At the very least, it's a poor excuse.
Then again, I don't know if I should pair myself with anyone. I mean, it's oh so tempting and I have some ideas as to who, but what does pairing myself with a RWBY female character say about me? I know all the other self-insert writers do it, but still….
Eh, I'll put a pin on it for now.
Next chapter I talk to the Legendary (and Drunk) Huntsman, Qrow, and the Fall Maiden, Amber…and other stuff, I think.
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See you tomorrow, hopefully.
LATERS!
