A/N: Another idea coming off the conveyor belt of imagination that is my brain. Let's see how this goes.

'Ah. I'm dreaming.'

This was my first lucid thought as I realized I was asleep.

I was hanging out with a bunch of my coworkers from my job in some sort of park. People I talked to daily, yet never really did anything with outside of work. There was even that cute girl I never had the balls to ask out, and she was sitting rather close to me.

I felt happy that I was able to interact and have fun with these people, even if I couldn't exactly tell what we were talking about. It was a dream, so the topic bounced from one thing to another with no sense of reason.

Unfortunately, I was instantly awoken by the sound of my door opening. For some reason whenever I left my door closed long enough, it would get slightly stuck in the doorway. So whenever someone opened it, it would make this loud noise as it unstuck from the doorway. I would always be awoken by this noise, much to my annoyance.

"Boy, you're still in bed!?" a voice I realized was my mother's said in exasperation. My eyes stayed glued shut as my sleep-addled mind try to form a response to get my mother out of my room so I could fall back asleep.

"Did you forget to set your alarm again?" my mother spoke once again.

"Of course I didn't set it," I finally grunted out, though the words were slurred as I barely put effort into speaking them.

"What do you mean 'Of course I didn't.' It's not summer vacation anymore, y'know?"

'Summer vacation? What is she talking about?'

"You didn't even iron your uniform?" my mother proclaimed in further exasperation, I heard the sound of more footsteps and the rustling of clothes, "You better get up now! I don't want you to be late for your first day at your new school!"

My mother walked out of my room, and I lay in my bed letting those last words sink in. What she said finally caught up to my sleep-deprived brain, and my eyes snapped open in surprise. I instantly rose out of my bed as I tried to contemplate her closing words.

'First day? New school? What is she talking about I graduated from school a year ago!'

That's when I realized that my room layout looked completely different. Everything was blurry as I instinctively reached for my glasses, which stood on the bedside table. It wasn't until I put them on did I understand just how different my room really was.

"What. The. Fuck."

Instead of sleeping in a full-size bed, I was in a twin-size. My dresser was replaced with a shelf with various models, books, and other memorabilia. The tv that used to stand on the dresser was now on a tv stand, which was placed where my computer desk used to be. My computer was just completely gone, and the only gaming tech I had was my PS4. If there was a silver lining to this, my weight bench which was only good for collecting dust was gone so I guess there's that.

In the end, my room looked exactly how it did during my early years in high school.

'Wait…does that mean I'm…'

I reached for my phone which was also on the nightstand and was about to check the date. Though I idly realized that my phone was an older model that I used to have in my first two years of high school. With my suspicions further confirmed, I turned on the phone and everything finally fell into place.

'September 22, 2017'

'No…'

My mother barged into my room once again, and she looked at me with a frown. In her hand was what I figured was my ironed uniform put onto a hanger.

"I thought I told you to get out of bed? I won't ask you again, so let's go!"

She walked over to my closet and hung the uniform on one of the doors before she walked out of the room. She let out a quick "Hurry up!" as she left. Still in my confused state, I decided that doing as she said would be the best option and I finally left my bed. I walked straight to the bathroom across the hallway and went through my normal routine.

As I brushed my teeth, I took a looked at my current appearance. Instead of the afro I originally sported, my dark brown hair was cut low. The thick beard I grew during my last year of high school was gone and had been replaced with a slight mustache and some hair on my chin. The hair on my cheeks had only just started growing. My brown-skinned face looked normal, as I hadn't been cursed by acne, and my eyes were also a dark brown.

Overall, I looked like how I did when I was fifteen. A fact that only further caused me to doubt that I was dreaming. I finished up in the bathroom, and headed back to my room, shutting the door behind me. I stared at the uniform that hung on my closet door silently.

"...well, I might as well continue going with the flow."

My mind was on autopilot as I put on the uniform, deciding to look at myself in the mirror after I put everything on. Once I did, I head back to the bathroom and looked at my relfection.

The uniform consisted of a black suit jacket and slacks, of which the former was lined with gold. Underneath the jacket was a blue vest, and underneath that was a white button-down shirt tucked into my pants with a red tie.

'So many layers…' I thought to myself as a part of me wished to modify the uniform so it feels looser. Yet I didn't know what the dress code of my new school was so I held off on that for now.

Speaking of the new school, where was I going in the first place? As far as I remember, I never transferred out of my high school and I stayed there from freshman to senior year. I didn't recognize this uniform either.

I thought this whole situation over before deciding that it wasn't worth expending that much brain power at the moment, and it was better to continue going with the flow. It was a problem for future me, I suppose.

"Jacob! I made some scrambled eggs and toast!" my mother called from downstairs.

"Coming!" I yelled back as I gave myself a last look before heading downstairs.

I walked down into the dining room, where a plate of food was waiting for me. Along with my mother who had already finished her breakfast and was currently on her phone. She looked up as she heard me come down.

"Once you finish your food, I'll drop you off. I'll pick you up as well, but just for today. You'll have to ride your bike to school starting tomorrow."

My mother went back to perusing her phone, and I couldn't help but give her a confused look. That was definitely something my mother would never have allowed me to do at my age. If I remember correctly she always drove me to high school, as she didn't like the idea of walking me home all on my lonesome. Another odd, but welcome change I suppose.

I sat down at the table and dug into my breakfast. It didn't take long for me to finish, and after collecting my bookbag I was heading out of my house along with my mother. Once again I was met with another difference in my environment. My house was in a completely different location than it was supposed to be. The house looked all different and the central city with its towering skyscrapers was much closer than they originally were.

Again and again, I was met with these complete alterations of my younger life that did not match up with my memory. First, it was the new school business, and then my mother's attitude, and now I was in a completely different city. Just what was going on that I didn't understand.

I was stuck in my thoughts as I entered the car, and not soon after we began to drive.

If there was one good thing about this whole situation, it was that I was able to think it over calmly. Whenever something was thrust upon me suddenly and out of nowhere, it took a while for my emotions to catch up. So I am allowed a moment where I am able to just analyze the entire situation, at least until my emotions do come up.

Even then though I've never been the type of person to outwardly express my emotions, I try to look at things calmly and objectively without emotions fueling my thoughts. A lesson I learned from my stepfather.

I was pulled out of my thoughts as noise began to spout from the radio. My mother moved her hand from the radio's power switch, and back onto the wheel.

"-morning New Vale City! We've got some spicy new drama to go over and a new hit song from…"

I tuned out the rest of the radio host's voice as I focused on three words in particular. 'New Vale City' to be specific. At first, I had thought that I misheard and they said 'New York City' instead, yet I was proven wrong when the radio host mentioned NVC again and again.

Just where the hell was I? As far as I know, New Vale City is not a location in the U.S. or in the wider world. I thought that I had been brought back to my high school years, but it was obvious that despite some similarities I was not in the same place as I should be. What does this mean? Where the hell am I? Am I in a different uni-

"Whelp, were here now," my mother announced as the car came to a stop. She looked ahead towards the large building that stood down the street, "Beacon Academy… I'm so happy that you were able to get into such a good school."

My brain froze for what felt like the hundredth time today.

First, it was 'New Vale City' and now it's 'Beacon Academy?' Unless these are red herrings, which I really hope they are, these terms are creating a horrible idea in my mind. I desperately hoped that this wasn't true and that the worst thing that would happen to me today was finding out I had to do high school all over again.

Deciding that sitting there wouldn't solve my problems, I gave a calm if slightly tense "See you later" to my mother and exited the vehicle. My eyes were drawn to the school building as my mother drove off, and subsequently the front gates where an influx of young students was entering. I couldn't help but gawk at the whole spectrum of hair colors I saw, and I started to get an idea of just where I was.

Though, I very much wanted to be proven wrong.

I trudged down the sidewalk as I observed the many students that passed me, or were getting out of vehicles. One thing I noticed was that some students chose to modify their uniforms in certain ways, whether it be removing the vest, or forgoing the blazer entirely. Which meant that I didn't have to wear all this restrictive clothing.

I finally reached the gate and was once again met with the sheer variety of students. Everyone seemed to have a unique combination of hair and eye color that would be absolutely impossible in a normal world. Yet I knew that I wasn't in a normal world, and what I consider abnormal would be common sense around here.

The building itself was made of a basic red brick and was three stories tall. It took up a lot of ground area from what I can tell, so it could easily handle the hundreds of students that seemed to attend here. From where I was standing I can see that the entire front entrance was made of glass, and there were a couple of teachers greeting the students. Some students greeted back with familiarity, while others gave a polite hello back.

I forced my legs to move forward, yet as I walked forward I was so stuck in my thoughts that I didn't notice the student who was also standing still. Almost as if they were stuck in their own thoughts as well. I ended up bumping into her and accidentally causing her to fall forward. She yelped as she tried to rebalance herself, yet all that seemed to do was make her fall even faster. In the end, all she could do was cover her face with her arms.

Her body hit the paved floor with a thud, and I immediately felt guilty for not paying attention. As the girl slowly pushed herself up and quietly said 'ow…' under her breath, I attempted to help her up.

"Shit, sorry about that. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Here, let me help," I extended my hand towards the girl so she could grab on.

"Ugh.. thanks," the girl groaned in slight pain as she grabbed onto my hand. I pulled her up, realizing that she was rather light, and I froze as she stood up completely which revealed just who she was.

She had shoulder-length black hair which transitioned into dark red tips. She was fair-skinned and her grey, or in her case they would be silver, eyes looked at me shyly. She was wearing a basic red hoodie under her blazer, though she was wearing the rest of the female uniform with the red plaid skirt and black stockings which seem to cover her entire leg.

Though my mind was in mental shutdown mode, I realized that I was still holding her and I awkwardly let her go.

"Sorry," I let out as an automatic response.

"Oh! No, it's uh… it's all good. I'm fine, I think," the girl was like a fish out of water as she tried to formulate a smooth sentence, and in the end, she gave an awkward-sounding response. She looked rather embarrassed by that fact, and in my mind, I wondered if she was berating herself for her lack of social skills.

We stood there in awkward silence for a second or two, before I decided to spare this girl any further embarrassment. Plus I felt like my mind was about to go into sleep mode, and I needed to be alone with my thoughts as soon as possible.

"Whelp, see ya," I said simply as I tried to walk away.

"Wait! I mean-you see… I'm, uh…" I looked back towards the girl who had a flustered look on her face which eventually turned into a defeated look as her shoulders slumped, "... never mind."

"Alright," I felt some sympathy for the girl, but at the moment I just wanted to leave. I walked away as all the pieces of the puzzle were put in place.

I was in RWBY. Or rather an alternate universe of RWBY. To be even more specific, I was in a high school AU.

'A RWBY high school AU.'

That fact stayed in my mind as the teachers at the doors greeted me, and I absent-mindedly said hello back. It stayed when I entered the building and was directed by the staff to the auditorium.

'RWBY. High school. AU.'

It stayed as I sat in one of the chairs in the student-filled auditorium. I barely paid attention to the speech of the headmaster of the school, and can you guess who that is?

'Highschool. AU.'

It stayed as I was given directions to some classrooms. It was there where, along with other students, I met my teacher advisor who said that at the beginning and end of every school day, we will hold an advisory class for check-ins and whatnot.

'AU.'

I went from class to class barely paying attention, and I met the teachers who would be teaching me for the rest of the year. I was given syllabuses and handouts that I just stuffed into my bag without thinking. Whenever I had to introduce myself, I gave a short and simple answer. Lunch was much the same as I inattentively ate my food.

'I am in an alternate universe. The people I knew may not even exist here. '

I was currently sitting in my advisory classroom. Students were mingling among their friends, as our advisor had said that there wasn't much to go over so we could have the rest of the time to ourselves until the school day ends. Something that was fine by me, as it gave me more time to brood.

Since I'm in an entirely different world, living an entirely different life, I wonder what else has changed. Will I ever meet or befriend the people I knew in the other world? Do those people even exist? Does this extend to my family members? My mother had some personality changes, so who knows what changed about my other family. What if some of them don't exist in the first place?

"Excuse me, are you ok?"

"Huh?" I replied in surprise.

A polite voice pulled me out of the spiraling torrent of thoughts and emotions currently overtaking my mind. I looked to my left and realized that sitting at the table with me was RWBY's resident combat prodigy herself: Pyrrha Nikos. I didn't even realize that she had sat next to me. Or maybe I had sat next to her and didn't realize it?

"Sorry. I don't mean to bother you it's just…" Pyrrha's green eyes looked at me with some concern, "Ever since morning advisory you've had this far-off look. I was just wondering if you're alright is all."

"Oh. Yeah, I'm all good. I'm just tired, and I can't wait to go back home to sleep," I lied as I wouldn't just say out loud that I'm actually depressed over the fact that I've been taken from my friends and family, and placed in the body of an alternate version of me, "Thanks."

Pyrrha looked rather unconvinced as she gave me a small frown, yet she decided to let it go as she moved the conversation forward, "You're welcome. By the way, your Jacob right?"

"Yeah. You?"

Pyrrha's eyebrows raised slightly, and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion at the reaction, "Wait, do you not know who I am?"

I realized that I might have caused some offense and moved to apologize, "My fault, I hadn't been paying attention at all during introductions."

Obviously, I knew who she was, but I couldn't just come out and say that since this was technically my first time meeting her.

"You really don't know who I am?" I noticed that Pyrrha didn't sound offended by that fact.

"Unless your famous or something, then no."

Pyrrha looked shocked for a moment or two, before her face morphed into a pleased look, "I see. Well, I'm Pyrrha Nikos. It's nice to meet you."

I raised an eyebrow questioningly at her reaction, but I greeted her all the same, "Likewise."

The conversation ended there as I looked away from Pyrrha and focused back on my thoughts. Yet at the corner of my eye, I saw that she still had that pleased look on her face. It took me a while to realize what I may have done.

'Shit, did I just become the Jaune of this relationship?'

I remembered that in the original show, Pyrrha became friends with Jaune because he didn't know who she was. I had effectively done the exact same thing.

…

'Fuck'

A/N: Comments and reviews are appreciated.