Hank looked on in mild apathy at the sight, rubbing his chin in thought.

"Hmmm, seems like there's even more of them now. Oh, golly gee."

A rather sizable army of shadowy creatures all rushing forward in one direction, mouths frothing and dripping putrid saliva constantly all over the place. They were tearing up the town and he wasn't too fond of that revelation.

"Critters..." he snorted, "Might as well see what these bad boys are capable of."

He ran forth, a steady thunderous pace that alerted the creatures to his presence. They turned around and gazed at him with malevolent fury, barring their mouths full of twisted fangs. The first one snapped its jaws at him, rushing forward in eager bloodlust.

Hank slammed a hammer down onto the creature's skull, caving it in one strike and sending the eyes popping out of its socket.

"Heh." Hank chuckled dryly, looking up as the creature below him twitched, "Still works like a charm."

Faint sizzling was heard and he looked down to see the creature he just killed disintegrating away into nothing.

Hank hummed before shrugging.

The other beasts were growling at him now, pacing back and forth as they stared him down. Hank meanwhile had a feral smile plastered on his face as he began to inch closer.

Then, he rushed forward, surprising the creatures by moving so fast for such a large person. He appeared in their midst and did what he did best. Taking out the trash and with style.

He crushed skulls, smashed limbs, and shattered entire bodies with his monstrous MAG strength, practically erasing these strange beasts with singular blows.

When he was done there was nothing more left besides disintegrating bodies. He gazed around in faint annoyance, shaking his head. Turning back to the rest of the horde, he snorted.

Maybe fighting the entire horde will actually be more of a challenge.

"Oh. This is interesting…" Hank noted, eyes finally taking note of the desperate defense being mounted by the townspeople.

He saw panicked groups of what are presumably militiamen and local guards, fighting bitterly against the beasts. Fighting with guns, scything down waves of creatures apart when they get close.

It was, however, a futile thing and they were being steadily worn down by constant assaults and Hank looked on with callous apathy as the people died.

Oftentimes horribly. It was obvious their last stand was going to be just that, the last stand. At least it would be if some magnificent bastard doesn't interrupt.

"Well." Hank chuckled dryly while cracking his knuckles, "Let's make some noise, heh heh heh."

The sirens blared across the town as civilians rushed towards the shelter. Panicked cries and the general pandemonium of the people were being drowned out by the militia fighting off the shadow horde of monsters.

High-tech weapons shot colorful elemental rounds at the creatures rushing before them to no avail. The tide was large, way too much for the soldiers and police force that were currently joining their fellow men in the defense of the trenches.

"There are too many of them!" one of the soldiers yelled while reloading, "We're not going to make it sir!"

"Steady men!" an older officer spoke as he gunned down another wolf, "We gotta keep the line strong! Keep it strong until we can get everyone inside!"

The soldier was about to retort when he spotted something in the distance. Tall, muscular, and armed to the teeth.

"HEY, DOG FUCKERS!"

The voice rang through the town like a beacon, making most creatures halt on their tracks and turn their heads towards the source. There in the empty street behind the creature's lines, Hank stood, armed to the teeth with tools and in his hand, a lawnmower with its handle disassembled.

"Party's over."

Hank J.W´s Adventures by Djjaner

A series of howls and screeches began as the beasts zeroed in on the mutant who only grinned harder. Pulling on the cord, the lawnmower turned on and spun at dick-slicing speeds.

As the first beast managed to make it to the assassin and went for a lunge, Hank pushed the lawnmower into the creature, the blade slicing and hacking into the furry monster, as black blood splashed against the mercenary.

Dropping the mower and leaving it to continue slicing into the creature, Hank pulled out the double-barreled shotgun from his back.

"Lambs to the slaughter…"

He aimed at the closest, the first shot blasting its head off, while the second shot going to the one after it and disabling its leg. Hank closed the distance and finished it off via stock to brain smash. One of the beasts thought itself clever as it tried to go for Hank's back.

Instead, the mutant turned back and smacked the beast with the stock, and finished it via nexus-powered backhand which vaporized the creature. He reloaded two more shells and aimed at another two wolves. Another one went for a lunge only to get smacked with the gun again and had its skull crushed via a powerful stomp.

Another reload and another two more rounds were blasted into two more furries. With no ammo left, Hank tossed the gun like a spear into the closest wolf, impaling it through the torso. With a chuckle, Hank pulled out the two hammers.

"Stop! Hammer time."

Rushing the closest wolf he ducked under its swipe and swung the hammers into its knees. twisting it to the clawed side he slammed it into the skull's bone plate, before dislodging it and exposing its pulsating brain.

He slammed his other hammer into its open brain, watching as the creature didn't instantly die but spasm uncontrollably on the ground.

He switched targets and went towards another wolf, smacking it in the head before jamming the back of the hammer through its lower jaw and finishing it off by ripping its head off.

He then tossed the head at another beast and followed it up via head trauma by hammers. Bloodied and oily, Hank threw the hammers at another beast, stunning it before he followed it up with a nexus punch.

With it dead, he was blindsided by a wolf managing to pin him to the ground, as it growled and opened its maw, Hank pulled out one of the screws and jammed it into its eye. As it screeched, Hank grabbed the screw-like handle and broke the neck of the creature with a twist.

Rising off from the corpse, Hank pulled out the buzzsaw and nail gun. He rushed another, cutting through its belly while shooting at another. The gutted monster died while the other screamed at the nails sticking out of its body.

Hank's buzzsaw cutting through its skull ended its agony. Like a whirlwind, he slashed and shot at his enemies, to most an unending tidal wave of blackness and bone, to him just another Saturday evening workout.

One after another the creatures fell to his might as an avatar of violence crushed his enemies apart with tools. That's when one of the larger beings stepped out from the horde. It was another one of the wolves set bigger, stronger.

An Alpha if Hank had to guess.

"Alright Old Yeller, time to bring you to the back of the shed."

It let out a howl and rushed at him, swiping twice. Hank backed away from the first one and backflipped for the second swipe. He pulled out the nail gun and let out the entire clip while charging at the monster. It growled at the nails only for the buzzsaw to cut into its flesh leaving a bad scar. Howling it backhanded Hank.

The mutant flew and crashed into a nearby cart, much to the horror of one of the civilians being dragged inside the bunker screaming about cabbages. With a smirk, the assassin rose back to his feet.

"Sturdy one, ain't ya?"

With renewed vigor he zeroed in on the wolf while slamming his nail gun into its skull, breaking both. Dazed and injured, the Alpha did not see the buzzsaw slamming into its skull, splattering blood all over Hank. He pressed harder, splitting the beast's face further apart until there was nothing there but sliced mush.

Dropping the now empty buzzsaw, he cracked his knuckles. The monsters were still there but they seemed...careful. The once frenzy creatures suddenly took a few steps back and were just surrounding him, eying him.

"COME ON! Who's next!" Hank exclaimed arms spread out, "I wanna see what your insides look like you goddamn fur-festival rejects!"

That's when he heard it.

Stomping.

A nearby building exploded as a massive form crashed through. Hank did some acrobatics to dodge both the debris coming from the building and the monsters. Landing on his feet, he could only stare at what was looming over him with child-like innocence.

It looked like a T-rex but covered in the same black feathers and bone armor that all the other creatures had in this cursed place. Letting out a challenging roar, it glared at Hank with its bright topaz orbs. Sniggering, the mutant pulled out the chainsaw and let it roar back.

Both charged at one another, with the T-rex opening its maw for a snap. Rolling between the creature's legs, Hank managed to dodge the creature's bite. He then turned and slashed the monster's leg, only for him to be smacked by its tail.

Hank crashed into a vendor's stand, wood, and tourist knick-knack scattering. Rising back to his feet, chainsaw in hand and Trex roaring, the assassin let out a laugh.

"Come on!" the crab arm pointed at the dinosaur, "Let's turn Jurassic Park into a fuckin slasher film!"

Rushing at Hank the dinosaur went for a snap, its mighty jaws crashing into the ground where the Nexian had stood and biting down. The beast stopped when it realized it had not bitten down into a human but the rest of the stall and garbage, chewing on the plastic and wood.

It had bitten into Hank's afterimage.

And so the chainsaw slammed into the creature's eye-piercing scales and feathers, black blood spraying all over. The creature, unfortunately, flailed around and smacked the mutant away again. Hank stood back up, the chainsaw was still roaring inside the monster's head but slower and stuck.

Pulling out two screwdrivers, Hank decided he would correct that. He ran towards the monster, the drivers in a reverse grip. The beast went for another bite, but Hank dodged and went towards its legs. It swung its tail again, but the assassin jumped over it, before showing both screw divers into the creature's hind leg. It roared when he began using the screwdrivers as makeshift climbing axes.

As he got on the top of its back, the dinosaur went for backbites and jumped around, shaking him off. But Hank was more resilient as he grabbed onto the feathers with all his might. When one bite got a little too close, Hank used his chance and grabbed the chainsaw and shoving it deeper.

One last roar and its brain were turned into minced meat.

The T-rex crashed to the ground, its massive body turning to ash as over its disappearing corpse stood the victor of the battle, Hank Motherfucker Wimbleton. More of the wolf-like beasts surrounded him, a shroud of darkness, hundreds of orbs of orange surrounded Hank, all eagerly waiting to rip the intruder to shreds. To kill and to maim.

Yet something stopped them.

These monsters, these grim creatures of darkness who wanted naught but to destroy and kill gazed upon Hank. They gazed upon the slaughterer of Nevada, the scourge of the IRS and AAHW, a psychopathic mass murderer with the only thing fueling his eternal crusade against his enemies being bloodlust and sheer willpower.

And they recoiled.

The monsters had gazed into the abyss, the abyss fucking grinned at them.

"COME ON!" Hank shouted, his arms raised, "I'M JUST GETTING STARTED!"

The monsters took a few steps back, growling and hissing, yet some cowered and whined. After a few minutes, Hank's presence became overwhelming. This...thing was not a human. It may have emotions and it may feel anger, sadness, and hate...but...it felt hollow.

And so the creatures left, tails between their legs.

"Oh are ya running?" Hank took a mocking tone, "You're running away to daddy because poor little ol me gave you PUSSIES a boo boo?! Gonna cry? Gonna piss your pants? Maybe shit and c-"

"E-Excuse me?"

Hank's eyebrow was raised. Turning around he loomed over the militiaman who began shivering under the Nexian's shaded gaze.

"A-A-Are you a Huntsman?"

"So what happened next?" the Interrogator asked.

Hank leaned back into his seat, a slight smirk behind his mask.

"Well, they asked me if I was a Huntsman and I responded with 'Do I look like Elmer Fudd to you?!'."

"Elmer who-"

"It's a reference to an old cartoon. Anyway, I began speaking to the locals then. Apparently, this place was called San Jacete and was apparently one of the most rural towns in Anima, being in the middle of the southern jungle and all that."

"San Jacete? I'm surprised." the Atlesian spoke out, "It's one of the most isolated places but it's also very important due to its sea access. Though the Port of San Jacete is small, it's a good place to stop for maintenance as it's the last spot towards the sea route to Kuo Kuana."

"Heard about that." Hank rubbed his head, "Was surprised to find the ocean so close, after two weeks of pure jungle to suddenly see a beach and port had caught me off guard."

"Regardless if we can continue on with our debriefing."

"Ugh." the mutant groaned, "Anyways I kinda got a 'heroes' welcome afterward. The guards refortified the breach while I was invited to a town feast. After two weeks of eating shit in the jungle and that stuff in Nevada considered 'food' It was amazing to eat again."

It had been the next morning since the attack, and the mood had surely changed a bit. While there had been losses and casualties if Hank didn't interfere the death toll might have risen.

The sun was shining and the militia had managed to fortify the breach, placing a bunch of automatic turrets there as an aid while reconstruction efforts began. In the Town Center, a large table had been placed where a giant feast had been placed. A mariachi band was playing nearby, while people sat at the table enjoying the festivities. Kids were playing on the streets, families seemed overjoyed to not have been killed by the monsters.

Meanwhile, Hank was placed at the center of the table, gorging himself on Gallo pinto and Empanadas like a monster, much to the town's reluctant disgust. After all, that time eating whatever he managed to scrounge up in the woods, he was able to eat proper food. Not that shit he ate in Nevada either, proper pre-nexus meals.

The people around him nearly freaked out when they saw him take off his mask revealing his lipless, shark-toothed mouth, but calmed down once he raised an eyebrow.

"Hey what's the deal? Can't a guy enjoy some authentic food?"

Everyone just turned away and left him to his food, Hank devouring the meal with gusto and grand enthusiasm. Briefly, he wondered to himself if they had pie wherever he was.

Those thoughts were halted when a large plate of pincho's were placed in front of him by a kindly-looking grandma.

"Esto es para ti muchacho." The grandma said as Hank began to eat the skewered chicken and pork.

"Alright. Thanks, grandma."

"Ooh. Tu ere es un buen joven."

"I don't know what that means but thanks."

The grandma smiled at him before walking off, leaving Hank to eat more of this really good food. As he ate, the Mayor of this place walked onto a stool as he held up a mic.

"My friends, my friends, please settle down! Let us have a toast for our champion, our savior, Hank J Wimbleton!" the mayor declared, waving his arms at the monstrous man who waved.

The crowd cheered, nodding and raising their cups up in honor of Hank.

"He came to us during our time of need, slaying the monstrous Grimm in droves and driving them back! With a fury few of us have ever seen before, smashing into the horde with all the strength and vigor of a Goliath !"

The crowd cheered again, louder this time as the mayor shook his fists in the air.

"So drink my friends. Drink for this may be our last in the days to come, but so long as men like Hank are here, our way of life will never fall!"

The crowd cheered again, taking a deep drink in Hank's honor. As they toasted in goodwill and humor, the mayor turned to Hank with a slight tremor.

"My good sir…"

"Hank's fine, sir makes me feel like a boomer."

"Errrr...right...I was just wondering...would it be possible for you to stay at least for...a week perhaps?"

"HA! Nope! "Hank slapped his knee. " I'm a very busy individual with a busy schedule."

Somehow the mayor didn't feel like Hank was too sorry. Nor did he mean any respect when he said sir in a long drawl.

"I see…"

With a heavy sigh, the mayor rubbed his face as he stood up, raising a cup high again.

"Another toast for our friend!" the mayor said, not a trace of a tremor in his voice, "May his days be bright and beautiful as our gorgeous world, as broken as it is!"

The crowd cheered again, though a few seemed more concerned.

"Safe travels Hank J. Wimbleton, and just remember, we will always have a place for you in our home."

The crowd began murmuring, now looking at each other and talking animatedly. Their savior was leaving so soon already?

Hank stood up with a steady chuckle.

"Anyway time for me to head out, gotta take care of a lot of dirt..."

The crowd seemed sated, after all, huntsmen are busy people after all. Some felt relieved, and their eyes widened at his words and the possible meaning behind them.

The mayor coughed lightly, "W-Well then. I wish you safe travels on your…. uh… errand. And to help you...you can have a vehicle. An old jeep owned by the recently deceased Mechanic Jose. He had no next of kin and we were wondering whom to give it to"

"Oh that's cool, where's the junkheap then?"

"Still in the old man's shed. We can retrieve it and prepare it by tomorrow."

"No need. I can tune my own shitbox just fine on my own."

Hank begins to walk off, much to the mayor's exasperated concern, "B-But wait…"

"Gotta blast!"

He looked around for a moment before spying an old light blue Jeep, despite its rugged appearance he couldn't help but smirk

"Why did you take the jeep?" the Interrogator asked. "San Jacete's port has ships that can go towards the city of Bayside. On a boat, it would have taken you a few days to get from Bayside to Kuchinashi via train and then take the airship to Mistral."

"Now hold your horses, Jimbo!" Hank raised his hands. "You're right I could have done that...but I prefer taking the scenic route."

"Why?"

"Because I'm in another world, ya wet sock. What? Ya think I'm not gonna profit from my situation. Hey, I may not be in Nevada anymore, doesn't mean I can't enjoy myself killin assholes, hunting shadow monsters, enjoying nature, visit a few cities and tourist shops, and of course eating ACTUAL fucking food."

"I see."

"Oh don't give me that look." Hank rolled his eyes, "Just because I'm a mass-murdering killer, doesn't mean I can't enjoy a vacation?

"I suppose I can't fault you for that."

"Yeah well you certainly can't." Hank crossed his arms. "Look Nevada's great and all but after a while, the whole Red-sky-of-doom-and-reality-becoming-even-less-stable-than-the-2008-economy gets boring ya know?"

"I certainly can't imagine considering I've never seen your home."

"Eh it's alright, ditching the ATF and IRS was fun at first and it got just better when they became the AAHW but after a while its just going through the motions you know, break into facility, kill victims, meet big dude, fight, die, repeat."

"Wait did you just say di-"

"And then I have to deal with Doc's bitching!" Hank smacked the table. "That fucker keeps going on about protocols and shit! Like screw you! At least I don't steal someone's style, you shitty employer's pet!"

"I am really out of the loop here, so-"

" 'Ohhh look at me, I managed to heal you from blowing yourself up, I'm so great now go into another shitty infested base and kill everyone while I sit in my office and jack off to the stuff Deimos downloaded!' "

"You were WHAT?!"

" ' Ohhhh after that I'm going to tell everyone how I'm not a doctor even though I dress like one for some reason while I whisper into the ears of Bossman and Kranks about how 'Hank's an unstable bastard' because I'm a PETTY FUCKING CUNT!' "

"Please calm yourself."

"ALL BECAUSE I ATE ONE OF HIS DONUTS!" Hank nearly flipped a table. "AND GUESS WHAT, IT WAS A DONUT OF LIES!"

"W-Wha…"

"THAT MOTHERFUCKER EATS RED VELVET DONUTS!" Hank rose to his full height, static running down his arm. "WHAT KIND OF SICK FUCKING DEGENERATE EATS RED VELVET DOUGHNUTS! A NORMAL PERSON TAKES EITHER GLAZED DONUTS OR JELLY-FILLED 'BERLINERS'!"

The Interrogator was leaning as far from Hank as possible, fight and flight instincts telling him to flee as the mutant was ranting over donuts.

"AND BECAUSE OF THIS, HE REFUSES TO GIVE ME FULL SERVICE!" Hank sat back down growling "Let me tell you, he could have fixed that bullet to the dome pretty much, but he chooses not to. Why? Because he's a spiteful fucker!"

"I understand Wimbleton bu-"

"OH AND WHEN IT COMES TO STICHING ME TOGETHER HE FUCKING OUTSOURCES IT TO A CHINESE SWEATSHOP!" He roared, as outside the hall weapons clicking could be heard. "SO OF COURSE I'M TURNED INTO FUCKING MUMMY RAGGEDY ANNE!"

"Wimbleton!" The Atlesian's fist crashed against the table. "I understand your frustrations but that is quite enough."

Both eyed each other, scarlet orbs drilling into azure ones. The tension was mighty enough to crack diamonds. After a few seconds, Hank sat back down his chair, leaning back into the seat. Though the air was still static, the Interrogator visibly relaxed when he heard the soldiers returning back into their post.

"You know, most people tend to lose their head when they interrupt me." Hank loomed. "I'd be very careful when talking to me, 'Jarhead Jamison'."

"True, but I'm here to hear what happened when you got to Remnant, not useless drivel."

Hank said nothing for a few seconds before slowly chuckling.

"I respect the adamantine balls you're showing me right now; though let's see how long you can keep up the tough guy act."

"We'll see, now continue."

Sup guys! Here's the second chapter! This was was shorter due to having been a more combat-centric chapter. When we wrote it after writing Hank killing the Grimm it was quite fun and we decided that since he was in a Jungle a T-rex Grimm could be cool! Still after that we then went "now what?" and set up this place called "San Jacet". The Idea for the place was inspired by the fact that we couldn't find a lot of towns in South Mistral and since it's so far removed from north mistral and close to Menagerie we decided to turn it into a Jungle and make it the South America of RWBY! Hell in this fic San Jacet is Maria's hometown since she has Mexican inspirations on her mask.

Regardless another chapter another Grimicide. The People of San Jacet were lucky that they had food, otherwise, Hank might have shot them in the face but Atlas doesn't have to know that :3

Now onto the Reviews!

Edgar115: Here we GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

whatsupman: I don't want to go into spoilers that much but Hank isn't captured but...detained. Still hope you enjoy this fic, and yes there will be a LOT of brutal kills! You're gonna LOVE the next chapter!

Super heavy weapons guy: Spoiler: Dead People.

scribblingbubbles: Oi, don't talk shit about Best Girl. That's gonna be a shankin! Still don't know since this takes place...well you'll find out soon enough.

Kriegy50: Thanks! And Yeah we need more Madness Fics; I want to see Hank and the boys on more adventures, after all imagine all the potentials!

Fearless leader Bart: Ozpin? Never heard of him, totally don't know what you're talking about. (Hides Ozpin behind a curtain)

TheIncredibleCommentMachine: Here it is.

GyroJapster: What the fucking fuck did you just fucking say about my FUCKING CHRISTIAN MADNESS FUCKING FANFIC AND to me you fucking fuck, I'll fucking fuck you up you fucker. Jokes aside some things I do have to point out. While Hank doesn't technically swear in Madness Project Nexus 2, so does no one else. However, Krinkles HAS confirmed that Hank's middle name is canonically "Motherfucker", not just that Hank is really NOT a "Silent Likeable ninja". He's sadistic but he's really NOT a likable man; He's pure and simply an asshole.

Djpj7652 actually said it best: " He's an asshole through and through who was willing to kill people for little to no reason and was more than fine with blowing up all of Nevada(MPN's Ending). It's why he's called 'The Protagonist' instead of 'The Anti-Hero'."

As for the vulgarity, I toned it down in this chapter but both due to our combined writing style and the way we wrote the Character Hank will swear like a Sailor. He is the most foul-mouthed character in the entire fic. However, we will TRY to tone it down at times. He's still gonna be casual about vulgarity, not because "muh" edge but because he's both trying to antagonize people and really doesn't give a crap about people's opinions.

nantono: Yeah it's Mag Hank and he's basically a force of nature, so a lot of kicked asses are gonna be spread across remnant. That and the Nexus punch is devastating on Aura so...

Anyways see ya next chapter!