Ch. 3

Disclaimer: only own the OCs. Also remember the butterfly effect when considering the OCs in the story.

Journal entry 276: year 71984

"So, big change, today, I've started transferring my journals to an audio file on my scroll, because someone spilled water on my book and ruined it. Second semester starts tomorrow and I was finally got Glynda to let me teach a group of first years for combat credit. Today, the cafeteria is restocking, so they're just giving away all their bread. Frisk and Chara took like 200 rolls to build a fort somewhere. Probably around Sans wherever he's off sleeping. Me, I'm just enjoying a PB&J sand- hold on a sec. Gotta take care of something quickly"

Sentaro got up from his seat in the cafeteria, removing his headphones. Surrounding him was a carnage made from bread, watermelons, soda, and tables. "WOULD YOU ALL PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP THROWING THE FUCKING FOO-!" "ow", I said sardonically as I got up. "Sorry" I could hear the leader of the first year team RWBY, Ruby Rose, the scythe master of the first years, squeak out. As I glanced her way, she seemed to try and hide behind her cape." Who the fuck hit me with a turkey?" The girl's sister steps forward. Yang Xiao Long, the fiery blonde hand-to-hand boxer bombshell, comes forth sauntering her way forward, "well maybe if you were fast enough to dodge then you wouldn't have been hit." " Heh. Arrogant," after I said this I teleported directly behind her. Ruby flinched back, Yang, I didn't let Yang react. I grabbed her by her hair and flung her into the wall behind the remaining members of team JNPR. As I walked back to my scroll the rest of the first year seemed to try and hide from what I must assume will be the rampaging dragon. "Semblance: take what your enemy throws and throw back harder. Yes I know her semblance. I know all your semblances, techniques, and triggers."

"Looks like I'll have to finish this journal another time." As I put my scroll away, I finished my sandwich. "Looks like someone finally woke up just in time for midday lessons." As I said this, I grew a near face splitting grin. I put my left hand forward just in time to block a fireball from the first year. The fire was quite great as it burned away my jacket, shirt, and shoes. I let a few of my illusions vanish as my hands, and feet were revealed as Black dragon claws. My eyes were entirely pitch black as I laughed slowly, exposing elongated canines.

"Cute, to think you could do this to my clothing" I stated thoughtfully. "Don't ever touch my hair" the dragon stated in a 'touch it and die' tone. All I could do was stare. 'Is this girl really that vain?' I thought. " hahahaha" I couldn't stop laughing at this development, I knew she cared for her hair far too much, but for her to care so much as trigger her semblance was far too humorous.

I then shed the clothing that Xiao Long had burnt leaving my charred pants to maintain a level of dignity. Both teams seemed to cower away, either from jealousy, arousal, or fear (Jaune). I didn't know what I was expecting from hormonal teenage girls but the purring from the cat faunas on RWBY as well as the blushes from seven of the eight teens was definitely unsettling.

I then began to reconstruct all the tables as Glynda Goodwitch came barging in to reprimand them, only to stop at seeing the situation. However, instead of HELPING me, she continues on to her reprimanding, snapping at them every time their attention returns to me as I disintegrate the entirety of the cafeteria only to reform it in perfect condition.

I am so sorry about taking so long. I had so much on my hands from finishing high school to work and preparing for college. I almost forgot entirely about this story. I promise though, updates should be coming more regularly from now on. See y'all next time.