A/N: Not really back, I gotta re-watch some of RWBY, just up until it became 100% garbage. I'm gonna follow the parts that are under 75% garbage, but then make up my own cannon for it after that.
Like, reworking silver eyes entirely. No more Superman-Medusa eye lasers. It's going to be more passive as an ability for the most part.

Since there's not really a plot OMEGALUL. I wish I could see the faces of the people I piss off, but I digress.

...I forgot where I was going. Anyway, I was forced to work twelve hours, seven days a week at the mines. And my hours are just clearing up, but now I'm kind of an idiot because my brain decayed. It was just physical labor for about a year, my mind literally did nothing, so now I'm on the same intellectual level as a few of the reviewers that nobody can make sense of.

It's weird, because I only remember big words now. I have to think hard to find a normal one. I'm like really stupid now, but I'm using words way above my pay grade. It makes me feel like an engineer.

Anyway, I have even less free time, so I'm only doing one story at a time. And this one won the random lotto, so it gets continued. I only write when I have multiple days off in a row.

Cannot risk being thrown into gulag again... But I was totally employee of the month at one point. That was before they started treating me badly. Now some new guys can go through what I did. Getting backstabbed is never fun.

This chapter is really short, so I have to also remember how to write. This chapter is pretty bad, but it acts as a refresher to keep me from ruining the Archer vs Weiss fight.

That said, it's really just a bunch of nothingness going on. Too many POVs and scene breaks after short dialogue.

I DO NOT OWN FATE OR RWBY, FOOLS.

Ruby shot up in a cold sweat. A shiver ran down her spine, the weakness reverberating throughout her bones. She was cold to the touch in spite of the fact that she slept underneath a thick cover.
Her breath was just out of reach as she felt her heart rate fall back down to normal.
A constant nagging feeling spread throughout her body, burning in the back of her neck. It was not something as simple as fear. No, fear was a basic human emotion she felt on a regular basis.
What she was feeling right now blocked all rational thought. The feeling grew deeper and the only active instinct was the thought of escaping to a safe haven, yet she was already in the safest place she knew.

What she felt was dread.

Yet she had no idea as to why she felt this way.

Taking deep breaths, she calmed herself down. Reaching underneath her pillow, she found Crescent Rose and hugged it close to herself, resting her chin upon it. Despite being a weapon meant for slaughtering Grimm, it was quite warm.
The scythe had always had a calming effect on her. It reminded her of her uncle Qrow, a person that brought serenity to her. And probably only her.

After she gathered her bearings, Ruby racked her brain, thinking about what might have happened.

Maybe something had happened while she was asleep?

It was still dark out and nobody was awake. If something had happened, would the others not have awoken in the same manner?

Could it have been a dream...?

But she couldn't even remember what she had dreamt about just now. Still, whatever it was felt fresh. As if it just happened.

Glancing across the room, Ruby spotted her sister. She wanted to make sure that she was okay, but found herself surprised to see that Yang was also awake, staring straight at her with concern in her eyes.
Her eyes trailed down to Crescent Rose before back at Ruby's and a smile made its way onto her face.

Did she wake her up? If she had a nightmare, she could have potentially made a lot of noise in her sleep. The thought was embarrassing, especially the thought that she might have caused Blake or Weiss to awaken as well.
Though, a glance at Blake revealed a peacefully sleeping form.

Then why was Yang awake? She was a fairly heavy sleeper.

It didn't matter either way, as she had soon decided to roll over after gesturing for Ruby to go back to sleep.

But she was not tired anymore. Her adrenaline made sure of that. There would be no more sleep tonight and a glance at the alarm clock ensured that.
It was already 3:46 AM, so staying up felt like the better option.

So she waited a few minutes to ensure that everyone else was still asleep before dressing up and leaving the room.

"Are you telling me you never asked for his number?"

"No! No! No! Your method of approach is too aggressive! He likes girls that are cool and mysterious..."

"How would you know that?"

"Because I know everything about him!"

"Holy-"

"You're such a stalker..."

Ren gulped down the last bit of tea in his cup. The romance talk going on to his right left ignored. He was seemingly unbothered by something that annoyed everyone else to no end.
To contrast, Jaune slumped over the table, lunch trays moved aside to make room. He sat there looking like he wanted to kill the obnoxious students.

Actually, everyone looked like that.

But not Blake. She was used to this kind of stuff. It was nothing when compared to her favorite book series. Speaking of which, she snuck a glance at the book she was holding underneath the table. There was a book cover placed around the back as to prevent anyone from knowing what she was reading.

"What's with all of this romance talk?" Yang groaned.

"Love is in the air, it would seem. I don't suppose anyone has an anti-romance semblance?"

Nora shot up, raising her hand with excitement much to everyone's surprise. "Our leader does!"

Jaune sat up in his seat, ready to contest any statements that agreed with Nora's claim. "I have plenty of romance in my life, thank you very much."

"Hey, speaking of romance..." Yang paused, slowly turning her gaze toward her teammate clad in white. "Weiss has a date with our new teacher in a couple hours." Reaching out, the blonde prodded at the pale girl's arm with her own elbow, a sly grin etching itself onto her face.

"It's not a date." Weiss corrected. It would seem that her teammate's teasing had no effect, a testament to her hatred of Archer. "I just have to show up to his class later on to put him in his place."

Jaune quirked a brow. "You guys are attending his classes? I thought everybody hated that guy."

"We aren't attending anything." Said the heiress. "One of his jobs is to act as a sparring partner, so I simply scheduled a sparring session with him. It's not like anyone else will be using his classroom for anything."

"Ouch..." Yang added. "But if Rubes couldn't even land a single blow, what makes you think that you will?"

The white haired girl almost scoffed at the statement. "Did you forget that I watched the fight? That gives me an advantage. And no offense to Ruby, but she was too busy admiring Professor Archer's... everything, to be effective in the fight. I don't believe that I will land just a single blow, I should easily have a clear cut chance at victory."

Speaking of... someone had been pretty quiet during this conversation. "What do you think, Ruby?" Blake questioned.

Snapping out of a daze, Ruby shot up in her seat. Turning left and right suddenly as if she had forgotten where she was for whatever reason. Coughing to clear up her throat, she gave her best to provide an answer that made it sound like she was listening the whole time.

"Uh... yeah, Weiss has this one for sure..."

"You weren't listening, were you..." Her sister questioned.

"Uh, of course I was. As the leader, I should support my teammates, right?"

Weiss folded her arms, her chin up as a smirk found its way onto her face. "I agree with Ruby."

Blake tuned out the rest of the ensuing chaos. There was no need to listen to any more of the conversation. Most of the things that needed to be said had been said in the first half and to drag on further felt like torture to people who didn't speak very much.

Though, something had been bothering her all day.

Ruby hadn't said a single word until just now.

Did something happen this morning? Nobody else seemed to really notice, or they just didn't care.

Actually, she seemed kind of dazed ever since her fight with Archer. It was more slight at the beginning, but now it was like she couldn't focus on anything other than what went on in her mind. Classes were almost over as well, which left a good opportunity to investigate.
Though, there was no chance that it went unnoticed by her sister. Perhaps it was best to leave it in her hands.

For now, Blake decided that observing was the best course of action as she spun through the pages of her book once more.

"What the hell is she!"

Gunshots echoed throughout the corridor. Bullets clanging against steel beams and pipes, creating a deafening ring. The occasional muzzle flash only illuminated the scene for a split second every time, and it would only reveal a foe that grew closer every time she became visible.

Slowly, the number of bullets decreased along with the number of attackers.

Piercing screams called out for help in the darkness as her footsteps grew louder.

No matter how fast the firing squad retreated, it was as if her approach was never affected. Though the sound of her steps was a constant and slow speed, she was always gaining on them even if they decided to outright run.
Anyone who slowed down for even a second was dragged into the darkness and suffered some horrible fate.

Soon enough, they would all suffer that same fate.

One by one, the team gained casualties until there was only one left.

And-

The back of his foot collided with something.

'Is this the end?' He thought.

Turning around, the soldier expected to see a wall marking the end of the long and cramped path. But...
His screaming was louder than the rest. He backed up and hoped to be caught by whatever was initially chasing them, though he was too late.

He felt an oversized hand wrap its fingers around his waist. His own strength was not enough to make the index finger budge even a little, though the slimy substance that fell upon his helmet combined with the ensuing stench made him try even harder in his fruitless endeavor.

It was then that the figure had reached him, allowing for full visibilty.

It was...

A girl?

Her mismatched appearance which would have been something to question in any other scenario seemed normal in this one. Her eyes pierced through his own, a smile breaching her expression as she waved goodbye. Her sights changing on something that towered above him.

An instinctive glance above proved only to be a big mistake.

The gigantic red eyes that stared back at him made his entire body go limp. Steam seeped out from the creatures mouth and the warmth grew stronger.

His struggle grew more frantic as he realized that he was being raised toward the creature's mouth.

"NOOO!-" His shouts were cut off as his vision went black. The air became foul and something was squeezing down on his neck. The grasp only became tighter before it dug into his skin and drew blood. The soldier could feel the stone-like teeth rip through his own neck into his throat, where it soon stopped at the tough spine.

Once a snapping sound rang out, it was all over.

The footsteps rang out, kneeling over the beheaded corpse that had been tossed aside. Reaching into one of his pouches, the mismatched girl pulled out what had appeared to be a key card of some sort and another smile made its way onto her face.
She was done here and so were they.

And for once, her steps grew quiet as she retreated.

A multitude stood at each side, framing the path to her new throne which stood most high. Petals of roses fell endlessly from the black above, covering the glassy black floor.

The sky was a canvas of darkness. Nothingness consumed the great deep, leaving only a shining moon in the center. But even then, the moon itself seemed grim and sorrowful.

The mass of soldiers stood at attention, saluting in synchronization as she passed by.
Though their armor may have been identical in design, the people were unique in their own ways. Human and faunus alike stood together. United by a singular, yet shared sting. A pain, a tragedy like no other linked the people with their queen as one.

The heavy feeling of being betrayed, being so wronged by those you loved and trusted with all your heart. That burdensome thing which leaves you empty and vulnerable.

Vulnerable enough to grasp onto any relief or comfort to show itself to you.

And hold it near and dear with a love almost fanatical in nature...

It was hazy, but she also felt the torment so vividly through the fog. Even more so when she felt herself touch the cold and empty throne. Any questioning of reality had vanished at that point. This was her new normal.

Yet, she hesitated to seat herself upon it. A memory brought back by a tortured and lonely heart grasped at her, the emotions of it all leaving her paralyzed where she stood.

But those days were over. She had no more friends.

No, it was more accurate to say that she never had any. Only now did she truly realize it. And the emotions were once again slaughtered from her mind.

As she turned back, she saw her forces standing united. They worshipped her. Idolized her as some kind of perfect ideal.

But... they're all worthless... Humans and faunus alike. All living things must die in the end.

It was then that a blackened void opened up in the sky. The rest of the moon had shattered before it was swallowed whole, leaving nothing but old dust behind to illuminate the empty sky.

A wild and deafening clash rang out as armored hands bashed against breastplates, a form of salutation executed in perfect harmony.

Then, they all spoke. Those words that marked the point of no return. This was it, she would follow her new ideal to the very end.

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