He leaned into his chair.

It wasn't very comfortable, that was fuckin sure. Being around eight feet tall and built like a goddamn brick house, inhumane and mutated certainly didn't make things easier for him. Especially when this chair was normal-sized. Hell, the fact that it didn't break via sheer weight was a testament to the person who designed this chair. Kudos to them.

Regardless, the chair wasn't the only thing making him uncomfortable; the entire ambiance of this place just annoyed him. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to talk to the man who owned the office and he sure as shit didn't want to tell his goddamn life story.

But he also knew that things were different now—He wasn't in Nevada, he wasn't killing AAHW-twats and he wasn't taking the fight to Nexus. His eyes scanned the chamber from behind his goggles, ornate Marble flooring, bookcases to the side, and a glass roof from which rain splashed off. The landscape behind the man's office was a tundra of white, with stone peaks and glaciers wherever the eye could reach. Besides, if he tried something that asshole in his head would start bitching and moaning. Seriously the second he gets back to Nevada he's gonna find that other asshole Jebus and bribe him for an exorcism; Hobo that he probably needs the money.

"I would like to begin by thanking you for telling me the truth." the man behind the table spoke, his eyes observing the Mutant with conflicting eyes "I am a bit...disappointed that they would try and keep such information to themselves but I also understand they did not want to...demotivate me."

"What can I say?" Hank spoke up shrugging, "They're dumb fuckin teens. Sure they mean well but they're too naive for their own good." he then leaned in for a bit, "Also I'm pretty sure that the media trash-talking you is kinda what caused some to distrust ya."

"Regardless I must thank you again." he nodded, a genuine yet dead smile forming on the man's pale face, "Strange as it is, I never expected you out of everyone who would meet us to be the one who shows me the most trust." he took a sip of his tea, "Then again you aren't too much of a stranger with old O-"

"Stop." Hank's voice was devoid of humor, "I am NOT him. He may reside in me, but the second this shit is dealt with, I'm making him move out, whether he wants it or not." The Assassin flexed his mutated arm, and glared at the office owner, "If you want to talk to him AGAIN, then just tell me and I'll ring him up real quick."

"I meant no offense." the man lifted his hands defensively, "I wanted to...never mind about him, I wanted to talk to you."

"Me?"

"Yes." another sip of tea, "When I spoke with our mutual friend-"

"He's NOT my friend."

"-We discussed a few things a bit about you." He wiped a bit of crust from his eyes, "He told what he knew, how he felt about you and about some of your exploits."

"Well if you know that already then why do you wanna speak with me?"

"Because I want to make my own opinion." he scratched his beard, "I may have heard all these…' Interesting tales about you and that incident in Mantel has put me on edge if I may be honest, not to mention about Argus, Haven Academy, and Bayside. Still, I would like to know how you feel about what happened; see things from your point of view."

"Let me guess?" Hank crossed his arms, "You wanna know if you can trust me."

"That among other things." the local spoke, his azure eyes glancing at the red goggles. "I want to know what you make of things; how different things are between here and where you come from."

"You know…" Hank began, tapping his finger on the table, "In any other situation, I'd tell ya to fuck off and mind your own business, but..."

Cracking his neck Hank chuckled slightly, "But knowing Casper, the haunting dick, he would probably bitch at me the whole night so fuck it, You're my Therapist now."

The Atleasian chuckled lightly before glancing back at Hank, "I guess I am."

"Where should we begin ?"

"Wherever you feel comfortable I'd say."

"Well, then just a warning, this shit ain't for the faint of heart, may sound fuckin bonkers at times and its gonna take a long time to tell."

"With all the things I've seen these past few years, I feel like I'm open-minded enough for such things…"

"Yeah? We'll see about that."

He leaned back, his glare at the glass roof.

"Alright then, let's do this." Hank cracked his fingers, "My name is Hank J Wimbleton, the J standing for Motherfucker and being silent."

Hank's "Interrogator" cringed slightly.

"I'm 25 and was born in a quaint little shithole in the city of Reno in good ol Nevada. And before you ask it wasn't a kingdom or rather it didn't hold the name kingdom as the people here name it. It was closer to the system Vale used, democratic and whatnot."

"Interesting, was this Nevada large compared to the other places?"

"I mean it's part of the United States of America, so while it was the size of a country, it was still part of a state. Wasn't even the greatest state you know, mostly just desert there. The only reason people loved it was because of all the gambling in Vegas and Reno. Or rather that was before I was shat out."

"Uh-huh…" the Interrogator took a slow sip from his tea. "Vulgarity aside, what exactly do you mean by before?"

"Well I mean that it was well before Nexus took over, they are a global Mega-Corporations you see—The world was close to another world war and these guys managed to keep shit in line."

"World War? Wouldn't that attract the Grimm?"

"That's the thing." Hank shrugged, "We don't have Grimm, just like how we don't have dust or furries, just fauna and flora to compete with and ourselves of course."

"I-I see, then how would it come to world war?"

"Human nature's a bitch." the mutant's neck cracked, "For all our willpower, intelligence and endurance, we're bitter assholes at our core. Replace hatred of Faunus with skin color, culture, and even just basic xenophobia and all you get are nations beating the shit out of one another, we can be petty.

"Regardless, after two world wars, two super nations the USSR and good ol USA were having a major dick-measuring contest and that incident at Even's City did NOT help. That is until Nexus came along and basically bitch slapped both of them into submission."

"And how did they do that?" the Interrogator took a sip from his tea again, "Surely if those nations are as mighty as you make them sound, they didn't just bend their knee."

"Nah, Nexus was officially a Mega Corporation that had bought a ton of other large companies that produced most of the things globally. They had a private military company, but no what they did was basically grab both nations by the balls and tell them that unless they agreed to the terms of their contract which would make most governments powerless and gave administration to Nexus Corp, or the organization would stop supplying them."

"And that worked?!"

"Well, you can't exactly work for a nation when the guys who own around 90% of corporations and factories refuse to serve you. Sure you 'could' try and find another supplier, but generally, their lack of quality and poor performance was why Nexus did not buy them. " Hank shrugged. "That and the fact that there has been a virus going on and Nexus were the only ones with the cures and ...other things."

"What sort of 'things' are you implying?"

"I don't fuckin know." Hank raised his arms. "Shit's been blurry; All I know is that around 20 years ago there was a...incident worldwide that after the Nexus takes over caused most of the governments to collapse. No one really knows what happened; only that Nexus came on top and the rest were big losers."

"I see…" the Atleasian rubbed his chin, "And what happened next."

"Pure authoritarian regime, Imagine every dystopia you've seen in movies, Hardcore Private Security beating people to death due to minor offenses, inhumane working hours, Conditions are shit. The very air we breathe in the cities is recycled and pumped through the rest of the cities, just getting more bitter and toxic the further down it filters. Even the water is just distilled sewer water, and food is factory-produced, sometimes algae-based or just straight up corpses-turned-hotdogs."

"That is horrible…" the man's azure eyes widened in shock, "Conditions like this are unacceptable."

"Yeah but Nexus doesn't care. You either fall in line or you get in trouble, and death is the merciful option, those who really fuck up get sent to the science tower for experimentation."

The mutant shrugged, continuing on with a laugh.

"Those that want freedom either live in the crime-ridden cities like Boulder City where half of the place is run by gangsters and the other by crooked Cops. If you don't like that you can live in frontier towns or even in the fuckin deserts, but those have their own problems with mutants, bandits, and Zeds."

"Zeds?"

"Zombies."

The Interrogator blinked.

"You have ZOMBIES where you come from?! How?!"

"I dunno, something that happened around 40 years ago in a city called Even's, real fucking shitshow. Nexus managed to take care of it eventually but they also caused a second outbreak at the Tower a few years back." Hank shrugged, "They're slow and dumb but if you get bitten ya turn, so as long as you don't get outnumbered you're usually fine."

"Mr. Wimbleton, those things you are saying are...disturbing."

"Hey I did tell you it ain't for the faint of heart, and Hank is just fine, Mr. Wimbleton is making me sound like I'm old."

"Very well Hank, you may continue."

"Now to make a long story short, the whole Nexus takeover was like thirty-five years ago. After that, a whole lot of shit happened alongside the dystopian bullshit. The boys in the science tower were doing some nasty shit, some 'breaking reality apart' kind of nasty."

"And what about you?" the local asked, "You told me a bit of your world, but not much about yourself."

"Ah yes, moi!" a chuckle escaped from behind Hank's mask, "I'm a ...contractor working for a certain group of employers. Said Employers are a bit on the...cosmic side if you catch my drift."

"You don't mean…"

"I don't mean anything, I am a simple man doing a simple job. A simple job involving working for a rebellious paramilitary organization, doing odd jobs. The benefits are good if you ask me and I am under a contract but eh, another day another dollar I suppose. Though I don't really care too much about the money, more about the job you see."

He leaned forward, eyes glinting and if it was not for his mask, the Interrogator had a feeling the mutant was smiling from ear to ear, "After all, people always say you gotta do what you love."

"And If I must ask, what do you do?"

"I kill people."

A chill blew into the chamber, freezing the Interrogator's spine.

"What kind of people?"

"Anyone my Employers ask of me, mostly bandits, agents, Zeds. You know trouble makers and Asshats."

"I see…"

"It's not much but it's an honest job, besides I am the best at what I do, though it's not always considered 'nice' what I do." Hank groaned as he tried to make himself more comfortable on the chair, "Regardless, all you need to know is that shit is fucked, the reality is breaking apart, zombies at this point are more of an annoyance than a threat, kinda like raccoons if you catch my drift."

The pale man nodded, yet his disturbed expression was still plastered on his face.

"I understand."

"Still I can't complain too much, with my reputation putting the fear of God into most schmucks I am actually kinda flattered they made an entire organization just to kill little ole me."

Eyes widening, the Interrogator nearly choked on his tea.

"What?!"

"Yeah I refused to pay my taxes and managed to piss off the IRS. So they made an organization to hunt down and kill me."

"You were hunted down for Tax Evasion?!"

"Hey the IRS doesn't take shit from anyone." Hank shrugged, "Besides, they bought some stocks into Nexus so they got some of their leftover equipment."

Bulging eyes were drilling into Hank as the man took a minute to process this information.

"Alright I will admit, I did NOT expect your origins to be ...ludicrous."

"Well then strap on Ferrus Manus, cause shits about to get wilder."

"Actually, I wanted to ask you about something more recently…"

"What's up."

"How did you get to Remnant?"

"Well… it's a long story…"

With a gasp, Hank shot from the ground, his body instinctively going into a combat stance. Nerves were high and tunnel vision flared up, giving him a red haze as he searched for any target to maim and destroy. Yet after a few seconds of nothing, his vision left and his body's state finally caught up. He felt his heart pounding like a drum in his chest, pain, aches, and injuries from his battle both against the Auditor and Tricky finally registering.

And though that flaming fuck did heal him or rather close up some of the wounds, a lot of the internal damage still was agonizing. At least his ear worked again, that agent's knife had really caused Hank quite the annoyance.

However, as he laid there he came to a realization.

He was in a forest.

If the sweat and warmth he was feeling was any indication he'd say a tropical one at that. He could hear distant howls of monkeys, the wind blowing through the greenery, and frogs croaking. He could feel the bushes and moss on his back as bugs began to crawl around his massive form. His eyes adjusted to the light, spotting the Narra Trees and Palms that dotted the area.

…

Was he in fucking Brazil?

No, this doesn't make sense, no rubber or even a Ramón tree. There were however some Banyan trees and even flame trees—trees found usually in Asia. He began rising again, the dirt shifting beneath his dusty boots, the sun rays piercing through the tree line, shining over him in a spotlight. Regardless, even if he was in bum-fuck nowhere he still had to find out where he was. Flexing his gorilla grip arm, Hank rushed towards the thickest tree and grabbed onto it. With a grace that would make our primate ancestors proud, Hank scaled the tree, being careful to shift his weight and not break any twigs.

He growled when he noticed that he couldn't get any higher lest his own weight breaks the twig he was standing on, He didn't even pass the tree line much to his annoyance as he jumped off. He landed causing a shockwave, and a rumble with his knees bent.

"Well, fuck…"

Officially any survivalist would tell you to stay in one spot, make a fire, and shelter to signal people. But he didn't even know how far he was from civilization, so that might be dumb. Course he liked it better, found water and followed it upstream towards the next town. Cracking his neck Hank checked his aviation on his ACE; the phone-like device calculating it. A second later and results came back that hinted at lower aviation west of here. Switching the ACE's compass mode, Hank began to march, or rather he would have if his leg hadn't crashed into metal.

Looking down he found the dragon sword that he had been given by the Auditor during the battle with Tricky. Picking up the oversized blade, the Mutant swung it a few times to test it. A smirk behind the mask was all he needed before he decided to take it with him. And so Hank wandered through the jungle, cutting bushes and trees with his sword like a makeshift machete. Cicadas, birds, and distant howls made his traversing feel...alien. He wasn't used to being surrounded by both noise and foliage, his paranoia spiking slightly as behind every bush and tree a hostile and target could be hiding.

He preferred the wastes; just flatlands, and a few mountains. Nowhere to ambush him, nowhere to catch him with his pants down. Even urban environments were easier to navigate as they were organized, familiar. The jungle was chaotic, wild, and green. His black outfit while good at night would make him stand out normally. Though at least he wasn't wearing something white like that dick Jeb.

Speaking of which; another thing that disturbed him was the fact that the goddamned sun was shining again.

He's pretty sure the last time there was a sun he turned it dark via blunt force trauma. Seriously if that yellow shining fuck tried to jump him again it's gonna get ye old lumberjack's fisting. Still, survival was also going to be annoying, as he lacks most of the equipment for this kind of weather. Surviving in Nevada was harsh but with the right know-how and tools most could live there, with the only problem being food shortages and the local problems AKA Zombies and bandits being the only main issue.

Regardless he opened a pouch bag, glancing at the insides, Water purification pills, a swiss army knife, a canteen, and a rebreather for hazardous zones. Still his clothes while somewhat water-resistant weren't exactly proof, and the lack of mosquito spray could raise his chances of malaria.

Though he's pretty sure he heard somewhere that most MAGs were immune to diseases so with any luck he might have gained that somewhat.

Maybe some resistance.

With a mighty slash, another bush crashed and Hank stepped into a browner area dotted by mangroves. Going into a knee, he grabbed some of the dirt on the ground, smashing it in his hand. He felt the dank, muddy consistency of the dirt and chuckled, he was close. Rising back up and wiping the mud on his coat he continued onwards. His boots stuck in the mud slightly but that was merely a slight bother. His steps got faster as he could fairly hear the trickle of water in the distance. With a spring he crashed through shrubbery and grass, his size not hindering him in the slightest. When he finally arrived his body slumped slightly.

It was not a river, nor even really a stream but a spring.

There was a certain amount of water flowing but not too much. Which meant he had to follow the spring all the way to the river. Annoying but better than nothing. Cracking his neck he followed the stream, sword in hand.

He made it a few steps when he felt it.

Hank's senses went into overdrive as he felt his heart beat faster, his blood pumping faster, even his neurons going into mach speed. His ears began to sense and hear anything around him, from the smallest leaf falling to the birds landing into their nest. His vision came to a crawl as he felt himself move normally during slowed time.

His bullet time was activating and his tac-sense was tingling.

He jumped out of the way as something massive slammed where he had stood. A cloud of dust and grime formed and Hank's eyes narrowed as he glared at the silhouette. Large, long, and slender with ebony scales and strange bone plates of white and red on its head.

It was a snake.

A big fucking snake.

Like titan-boa-size.

PLAY: Darksong - Cheshyre

"Well fuck me sideways and call me Samuel Jackson." Hank muttered, "You're a big boy ain't ya?"

It let out a loud hiss in response before lounging at him. Hank sidestepped the attack and went for a slash with his sword. It made a deep cut into the creature but it only let out another hiss before surrounding him with its large body. As Hank was trapped inside the mounds of scales, it twisted its body so his head was on the top.

With an open mouth, it dived towards its trapped victim intending on his death. Hank dropped his sword and as the mouth was mere inches from him and grabbed it with his two hands, holding it open. With his might, he then dislocated the monster's jaw causing it to whine and rattle. Grabbing his sword he shoved it through the flailing creature's skull ending its life.

Or so he thought.

Slamming from behind him another popped out, this one white, and threw the mutant out of its wiggle room and into a tree. Said tree then crashed as Hank rose again from his crater, growling. He eyed the white head of the snake noticing both ends were alive and fused together.

"Yeah, definitely some in-breeding going on here..."

Wheezing, the creature went for another bite, its jaws extending and snapping at Hank. Sidestepping and dodging via backflip, the mutant managed to grab hold of an old tree log and slammed it into the creature's face. The snake's eye burst and it screeched while thrashing around. Hank lifted his right arm and nexus energy began to tickle down the carapace of his mutated appendage. He pulled back and went for a punch when the energy was at its peak. The Lightning punch blew the white half of the Snake apart into black chunks and oily blood. The Body crashed and began to turn into dust in the wind.

"Gee..." Hank scratched the back of his head, "That wasn't so awful."

Behind him, the sound of rustling leaves and footsteps said so otherwise.

"Me and my big mouth, huh."

He turned towards the source and his brows furrowed. It was twice the size of an average human, yet slightly taller than Hank and covered in black fur with a bone mask. Though it shared many traits like dogs and wolves, its body proportions made it look like a werewolf. As it roared and called upon its brethren, Hank's eyes widened.

"Ye gods…" he gasped as the chilling realization dawned, "It's humanity's greatest adversaries and menace; furries!"

Several more werewolves jumped out of the bushes, surrounding Hank. With a growl, the ninja braced his Dragon Sword and readied himself, "None of you fuckers are ever gonna notice any bulges when I'm done with you!"

The first one lunged at it with a drooling mouth and ended up receiving a bone-shattering punch to the skull, cracking it like an eggshell. Second tried to swipe Hank from the side, only for the assassin to duck under the swing. He followed up by slashing the monster's hands-off and finishing it off via decapitation. Two of the wolves charged him at the same time. Raising his mutated arm towards the left one, it bit right into it yet found its teeth breaking against the Red/Black/ Yellow chitin.

The other was killed by a sword through the gut which was cut upwards. Wiping his sword off, Hank finished off the toothless one via nexus punch, blasting its torso apart. The last wolf actually seemed to back off slightly, only for Hank to lunge at it. He grabbed the creature via the neck and punched it over and over again until its skull was black mush.

Rising over the corpse, he noticed how all the other monsters began evaporating like the Giga snake he fought.

"Well, that was disappointing." Hank shrugged before sheathing his blade back in, "Oh well, at least it was fun while it lasted."

Wiping his sword off on a leaf, Hank made his way following the small stream, leaving the monsters to be dusted.

The three-hour march through foliage and tropics had been annoying; bugs were flying everywhere, his boots were muddy and he had encountered more of the annoying monsters. Honestly, the furries were a piece of cake, the only one that had given him trouble had been once what he dubbed the 'daddy' furry due to its size, but even that thing went down with a punch to the gut.

He did make it to the river, however, was surprised by its clarity and size. Regardless Hank followed it downstream until the sun began to go down and the darkness came. Hank's eyes were well adjusted to the darkness in general so he could still navigate his way through the forest as he had looked for a few sticks and dry wood.

When he went back to the stream he used his mutated arm to dig a small hole before putting the pile of wood there. He then pulled out a few old paper from a few magazines he found scourging and placed them into the wood. Snapping his fingers a tiny burst of nexus energy shot out of his fingers and set the magazines on fire. With the campfire blazing, Hank pulled out an MRE from his Bag and placed it close to the heat.

Lumbering, he made his way to a nearby dead log and sat there. Leaning in he lifted his head up to look at the mo-

…

…

...

The moon was shattered.

"Fuck."

It's been almost a week since he found himself stranded in the damned jungle. When he found out about the shattered moon it was pretty clear that he wasn't in Nevada or rather on Earth anymore. Had the battle in purgatory sent him to another planet? Another dimension even?

Probably, since a lot was different here than back home. For one after the whole moon-revelation thing, he had checked this place's atmosphere via ACE. Fortunately, the oxygen levels were sound and everything was fine regarding this place. The only thing that was off was gravity, which seemed to be three times lower than back home.

Huh, neat.

Regardless, It was almost like pre-improbable earth and before Nexus fucked it all to the ground, but with a lot more of the shadowy assholes.

Oh yeah, they kept coming, from the furries to some yogi-bear-looking sons of bitches, to more goddamn snakes, and of course what he could only describe as tony the tiger enthusiasts. It got less fun and more annoying, to be honest, and it was as if these fuckers could smell his frustrations as they would always come towards him as if standing in a line waiting for him to vent to them via punches and annihilation.

His sword cut through another bush as he grumpily followed the river's trail. At least he was going somewhere, though he was surprised by the lack of human contact.

Then again, another world means other beings, hell the shadow-fuckers could be the dominant species of this world and he could be right now in the prehistoric time of this place. If that was the case, well then he was pretty fucked, especially considering that he'd have to go full survivalist mode. And while he could survive using his tips and tricks, he also didn't want to spend the rest of his life living like a damned caveman. So in a rare sign of religious acknowledgment, Hank prayed to those cosmic assholes that kept grabbing him by the balls that he'd find any form of civilization.

Also, Hank had learned a thing in his time here; jungles fucking suck.

It's humid so he is constantly sweating like a damned neckbeard arguing on Xbox live, the water had to be boiled constantly even if it looked clear cause he didn't want to have any parasites in his stomach, MAG immune system or not. Oh and speaking of parasites, the mosquitos could go and get fisted in hell and yesterday he woke up with a goddamn worm that had dug into his left hand. Oh, and there are bugs, WAY too many fucking bugs.

Like the freakin centipede that woke him up this morning when it tried stinging him in the face. Unfortunately for the tiny fucker it ended up as Hank's breakfast. Seriously though fuck this place, he'd take scorching Nevada any day over this humid shithole.

Letting a growl he cut through another vine.

Food was also getting low, as he was running out of MREs and they had been meant for back when he was still normal-sized and not a mag boy. Double the size means double the metabolism means that starvation was easier, and Hank needed some food before he'd starve. He could try and hunt but that might be more difficult, considering his lack of gun and his size making sneaking harder. The shadow fucks also didn't leave any food, only leaving ash and dust.

That's just great, really nice, he's not bitter at all, no sir.

Regardless Hank pushed on, trudging close to the river. Momma raised no bitch and he wasn't going to quit because of a fucking overgrown garden filled with furries and bugs. He did however turn his head towards the blistering ball of plasma looming overhead.

The sun was a deadly laser and said laser was currently up high noon.

Wiping some sweat off his brow, he pulled out his canteen. He was glad that the magnification had brought his tongue back, though he did still miss his original lower jaw, though the improved prosthetic helped a lot. The lukewarm water flowed down Hank's throat.

"Mmm, that stuff really works."

Lifting his mask back up, he continued onwards, still slicing weeds, vines, and bushes as he has in the past few days.

"The jungle?" the Interrogator questioned.

"Yep, seriously two weeks of that place was agony." Hank sighed, "Worst is that it's also just boring. Like once I got over the learning curve with the Bugs, Parasites, and the freaking food and water it just became the same shit for the next few days."

"But when did you have first contact with anyone?"

"Ah, that." the Mutant chuckled, "Took a while to get there but it was around the 2-week mark. Had begun adapting to the place as shitty as it was, and also made myself a wooden bow to hunt some animals. Wasn't the easiest and it broke soon, but eating an entire Boar and Tapir did help in getting calories back and not lose too much muscle mass."

"I see, but where did you arrive if I must ask."

"Well, it was in the night, like around its say eightish or nineish, been walking the whole day and had spent the first part of the day hunting some more boars since they were the only things that weren't fucking disintegrating after killing. Regardless when it was darker I began seeing lights on the horizon, similar to the glow of a city or town ya see.

"Problem was that I could also see smoke rising and hear bullets being shot."

Hank crashed through the foliage ignoring the annoying spider webs, vines, and mud. After two weeks of marching, jungle parasites, bugs, humidity, and isolation he FINALLY finds a form of civilization and is under attack.

He only realized he was getting close to civilization once he noticed the glow coming from the city. Then the gunshots started ringing through the jungle and Hank knew he had to get to the place before whatever's attacking ruins his chances of finally knowing where the fuck he was. After another few minutes of cursing and slicing plant life apart he made it to the treeline. The place was dotted in square-like clay buildings similar to ones in Mexico. The walls were slightly high but some had been breached from what he could see. Sires were ringing and he could hear gunshots coming from the inside.

"Well then," Hank cracked his knuckles, "Looks like this party started without me."

Casually making his way to the cracked wall, he jumped over the rubble into the town. It was definitely bigger than he had first thought as he glanced at the town, realizing it may be around the same as a gang town back in Nevada. The place had large open roads for transport while in itself it was surrounded by the clay buildings, with not a single skyscraper insight. Distant sirens and gunshots alerted Hank to where he had to go, much to his delight. After walking a few meters however he came to a stop when he found his first corpse. A human, male of Hispanic descent if he had to guess, wearing a blue and red shit, torn to pieces.

"So humans, eh?" Hank chuckled as he poked the bloodied corpse a few times with his sword, "Not exactly Nexians, but at least it's not freakin aliens."

At a comfortable pace, the mutant marched through the town, looking around for any beasts or such. While he did come across a furry or two, one quick punch tended to kill them easily. Fortunately, it seemed like he was getting closer to his target when he noticed the sounds of Combat getting louder and the howls and growls of the monsters too.

Deciding to speed things up, He made his way to one of the higher buildings and climbed onto its roof, trying his best to get a peek at the combat. Sure enough, he could make out it looked like a trench filled with what he could best describe as militia fighting against a horde of the shadow fuckers. Behind the soldiers, civilians were being evacuated to a shelter if he had to guess by the bunker-like structure and the steel door.

"Oh boy, looks like fun!"

Jumping off the roof, Hank rolled off the ground and got back up. Tapping his chin he looked around; he was gonna need some firepower against the amount of fuckers. Sure he could go bare-handed and punch every one of them but with their numbers, it might get annoying and risky.

His eyes scanned the street he was in for any sort of place where he could find some good quality weapons.

Schnee Dust Shop: A Huntsman's Paradise.

"Why would someone buy snow dust? And why fucking Hunters? Eh, pass. And what the fuck is even 'snow dust' and why is it in shitting german?!"

Courser's Armamentarium

"Weird fucking name so that's probably nothing important."

His eyes widened when they landed on a disheveled old shed with an old corpse sticking out from it.

"Perfect!"

Stepping into the shed Hank looked down upon the corpse. It was an older man which Hank had to guess was around his 70s. The dude had a white beard and was clutching an old double-barreled shotgun with over and under barrels.

"Awww, look at you, ya beauty!" the Assassin had a glimmer in his eyes, "You are the right tool for the right job!" he yanked the weapon from the old-fuck's corpse and loaded two shells he found on the table.

"Speaking of tools…" Hank's vision went towards the rest of the shed, "What do we have here!"

Like a child in a candy shop, Hank skipped over to the table, eyes glued on all sorts of ideas for both cold-blooded murder and hot-blooded murder.

"Now let's see what we can do here…"

Appliances and gizmos were hanging from a rack, placed in shelves, or leaning across the wall. A smirk formed beneath the mask as he grabbed two claw hammers, "Ah, the hammer, reliable tool for smashing heads in since god ol Thor was kickin around."

Next his fingers wrapped around a few screwdrivers which he attached to his hips.

"Never enough things to poke someone's eye out."

A hand axe was equipped.

"Ohhh edged tools! Someone could lose a limb!"

His hand hovered above the nail gun.

"Hmm seems like it could make things fun…"

As he strapped the nailgun his head turned towards the power saw.

"Oh Hoh ooh, this is going to be SWEET!"

With the power saw strapped to his back, his grin intensified as he spotted the beauty of it all.

"Chainsaw!?" he rushed towards it, "Gimme!"

Gripping the tool, he drooled a bit as he could imagine the carnage we would unleash on the shady asshats.

Yet as he was about to storm out, he found his final tool against the clutches of the building.

"Oh….oh yeah…"

THAT'S RIGHT THE NEW MADNESS FIC IS A RWBY CROSSOVER! NOT JUST THAT BUT IT'S "HANK'S EXCELLENT ADVENTURE!"

Anyway, this project has been made as a collaboration effort; See I and a few other writers are in a server and I thought it would be cool if we all worked together on something, so we developed this fic! The idea was to make Madness fanfic about Hank and his wacky adventures as he slaughters his way through the world of RWBY. How is he gonna be tied to the main plot? Some of you can probably see the hints in some of the discussions up there but there's a lot more going on. Not just that but there's gonna be new places and a new faction that we developed!

Hopefully, you guys enjoy this fic and will enjoy the other chapters that we made! Anyways now here's a few words from my partners in crime about how they felt working on this!

"Hey guys djpj7652 here, and I just wanted to say... uhhhh... I wanted to uhhh... I uh... I FORGOR! Jokes aside. I worked on some stuff here and there, mostly on the fourth chapter."

"Heyo, names Emperor-Naberius, or Nab for short and I too was a part of those who helped with Quentin3655 and his work. Just want to say that it has been a very enjoyable experience working with not only Quentin but with the others too."

ManwithaPlan113 said "Working on the collab was a little difficult due to the different vibes but it is my hope that I will work more with my friends on this activity. It has a lot of potentials"

Spirit9871 also had a hand in this via influence and inspiration. I also want to thank Spirit's Brother TAKANEHAKI who made the cover of this fanfic!

And finally can't talk about madness without mentioning the one and only Matthew D. "Matt" Jolly; The Chad of Nevada, King of Philidelphia, and Lord of Boomers! Also High Ordinator Michael "TheSwain" Swain; Master Programmer, Maker for Blockhead, and Grand Chef of Cuisine!

Anyways, next chapter should be up tomorrow or after, so hope you enjoy this fic we've been working on for several months!

ALSO MADNESS PROJECT NEXUS 2 IS COMING OUT THIS SEPTEMBER 29th! GO AND GET IT!