I Do Not Own RWBY

A Grimm Talk

I didn't think I could get this bored while listening to history, but Professor Oobleck made it possible. I was just about to nod off and catch some z's when Iris nudged me from the side.

"Drew, come on. You can't be falling asleep in class again."

I lifted my head up slightly from my resting arms to see that she looked disappointed. I replied back, "You of all people should know that I've been working my ass off trying to make sure events go as planned. I deserve this." I then proceeded to rest my head again to try and drift back to sleep.

"You'll definitely deserve the failing grade in this class with your attitude towards it." she mocked.

"Iris, this school won't survive to the point that I get a failing grade. I'm not worried in the slightest." I exclaim. "Plus at this point I've read every book pertaining to the history of this world I could find. I'm sure if I have to I could pass any test Oobleck issues without problem." And with that my case was settled. I drifted off listening to one of Oobleck's crazy ramblings.

"Now, close to the end of the Great War was when several clans of Faunus were targeted for their strengths to try and tip the scales. For example, a few types of Faunus that are now extinct are the Dragon and Mantis clans who were all hunted down. Their were a few other types of Faunus that were also targeted, but managed to escape. Moving on, as the kingdoms of Atlas and Mistral continued to loose ground the..."

Drifting off I hoped I would finally dream of something good. Maybe something other than the recent nightmares of failure and death. I realized quickly when I opened my eyes to see nothing but darkness that this was going to be anything but good.

"So, how has the world I choose treated you so far?"

That voice! Recognizing who it came from I turned around to be greeted by Death's unamused face. He looked bored, standing a few feet away from me just staring forward into the void.

"Didn't I tell you to call me Greg?" Great, so he can her my thoughts. That's just splendid.

"You show up now of all times. Why?" I ask.

Shaking his head he states "You're very interesting you know." With just a glance he created a small table with two chairs. Looking around we now stood on a balcony overlooking a cliff. Down below was a river that weaved through a forest that glimmered like gold. Greg pulled out a chair for himself and sat down, still staring forward now towards the river. With a flick of his hand he made the chair on my side of the table move out for me to sit down in. "Let's have a chat."

Cautiously I take a seat. "Why is it just me here? What about the others?"

Sipping a cup of tea which he pulled out of nowhere he responds. "You never answered my question."

I looked down and see a cup for myself. Taking it I relax a little, but still kept a cautious eye on him. "You could've chosen any world in which to dump us in, and yet you choose Remnant. If I didn't know any better I would think that you were trying to cultivate us for something."

"That doesn't answer my question." Finally turning his head he looks towards me. No. He looks straight through me, sending a shiver down my spine.

I answer honestly. "It's almost too perfect." At that comment I spot a wry smirk on his face. "The weapons, our semblances, the circumstances. Everything."

"Are you enjoying it?" he asks.

Looking down I answer. "I shouldn't be, but yes. I am."

"Good. I'm glad." He says with a smile.

That puzzled me. "You're, glad?"

"But of course. What parent wants to watch their children stumble and fall hopelessly?"

At that last comment my brow furrowed. "You are not my father." I uttered. He almost looked amused at my loss of temperament.

"Who ever said I was? Besides, if I was to play the part I wouldn't be paying this close of attention to you now would I?"

Finally having it I jumped up and slammed the table, cracking it down the middle.

"FUCK, YOU!"

Slowly setting his cup down, he looks me in the eye. "You should really work on your anger issues, it might be the one thing standing between you and your victory in the future."

Suddenly the scenery started to vanish. The balcony, table and chairs disappeared into the void. I felt a rush as if I was being pulled out of a crushing depth.

"Be wary of the timeline. You don't want me to see you fail now, do you?"

Looking back to where his voice came from, Greg had vanished as well.

"You bastard! Tell me why you're doing this! Why me!? Why all of this!?"

Suddenly the rush stopped and I felt a bit groggy. Before I woke up fully though, I heard one last message from the god of death.

"In denial are we? You're the one who wanted all of this in the first place. Just know that you only get this one chance, so don't loose it."

Gasp!

"Jeez Drew, wake up already. Class was over like five minutes ago. We've been trying to wake you but it seems like you were dead set on getting your thirty minute power nap." Iris stammered as I jumped awake next to her and the other two.

Fully awake now, I look around to make sure I'm really back.

"I, had a dream. Well it wasn't exactly a dream, more like a metaphysical meeting. I'm still trying to fully process it all." I tell her to try and reassure them that I'm okay.

"A meta whatsit? What are you talking about?" Lucas asks.

As the three of them gathered around me, I began to feel claustrophobic. This isn't normal. Am I having a panic attack? Damn him! I want to tell them, but I just couldn't think straight. My mind was racing. I have to take some time to think about what just transpired.

"I'm sorry, but I need some time alone for a bit."

Pushing past them I rushed out the door. The look on their faces as I ran out. After speed walking for a bit I found myself near the stairs. After all of that I could use some fresh air.

After reaching the roof I found a spot to sit and think. That was a lot to process, and it wasn't just what he said. I had no control over the situation, and that got to me. How powerful he was. I was so deep in my own mind that I didn't notice her walk up onto the roof to sit with me.

"It's a nice sunset, isn't it." She said.

I looked over and saw that it was Ruby.

"It is." I reply.

She looks over to me as I watch the horizon.

"Are you okay?"

Leaning back I let out a deep sigh. "I don't even know anymore. I'm supposed to be the leader. The one holding us all together, and yet here I am. Hiding on the roof." Looking over to her I ask "I'm guessing you followed me up here to give me some sort of pep talk?"

She nods. "Something of the sort. I saw you rushing out of the classroom and thought you needed someone to talk to."

I chuckle. "You can't help with my issue. I don't think anyone here can." At that I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"I might not be able to help you, but someone else could. You're not alone. You have your teammates, Jaune's team, Blake, Yang and Weiss. You have your friends."

"Thanks for the sentiment Ruby." I tell her as I remove her hand from my shoulder and stand up. "I wish I could tell you what I'm fighting inside my head. What my mind is struggling with. But that in itself is apart of the problem." Before I leave I turn to face her. "Maybe in the future you can help me, but not now." As I walk back inside I catch a glimpse of her face. Determined to help no matter what.

I think to myself as I walked back down to talk with my teammates about the discussion I had with Death. Even if I were to tell her what's been killing my soul, she might not forgive me afterwards.