RWBY - OF GRIMM AND MAN
WARNING:
It's a self SI OC fic.
It's strange, I've always thought of myself as a man of logic, I wasn't exactly religious, pretty much atheist didn't believe in the supernatural, and was by the statistics, below average.
Most people get their first kiss by 14, I'm 17, and most people get laid by 17, still a virgin.
Grades weren't faring any better, I'm barely able to stay afloat, and my parents consider me a failure, isn't that great for the psyche?
Anyways, right, logic, I was a man of it, I always tried to calculate everything, to analyze, and was a philosopher, thinking of the meaning of life and stuff, which led me to an answer, which is stupid, how could a teenager figure out the meaning of life?
Well, I figured the meaning of MY life, couldn't care less about yours.
It's pretty much pointless, which is sad, right?
Now, I wasn't gonna swine-dive off the roof, I liked living, and didn't like pain, but didn't see a purpose in it.
And thinking like that could lead to some very, very, poor life choices, but since life is meaningless, poor choices for the win.
And the worst choice I've ever made was not to think of what comes afterlife, paradise? Eternal suffering? Skyrim? Actually, Skyrim's already here, in multiple versions, thanks to Todd Howard, fuckin' prick.
But it was fine, after dying, I had a lot of time to think about it, or would've if it wasn't for them.
Y'know, those judgy assholes who like to push their problems on other people? Who were also very killable and squishy.
"I wouldn't speak like that about us, Mortal." Mr. edge would say, fucker could probably read minds
"Were Nigh-Omnipotent, of co-" I'd cut off the other guy.
"I don't care, why'd you snatch my soul out?" they'd look between themselves, before looking back at me.
They were probably surprised at my nonchalant deminer.
"It's simple," the dark god would begin, as the god of light would finish.
"We've made...some minor mistakes." HAHAHA- Excuse me what?
"WAIT WAIT WAIT- you're telling me, that you two-" I'd point at the both of them while standing in a white room.
"The literal god's or remnant, made some MINOR MISTAKES?!" good job of the self-realization, you entitled fuck's.
The god of darkness would flick his wrist, destroying my very existence with one simple gesture.
The god of light would turn to his brother, his expression would be of a grimace, as he gestured to where the boy was previously, flicking his wrist as well.
"I am not going to fight like this again, brother." the boy would reappear, this time on his knees, holding his head, trying not to scream.
"I simply suggest we get a different champion-" the god of darkness would try and flick his wrist again, but the boy would yell out.
"W-WAIT!" he'd stop, waiting for the mortal to continue.
"J-just give me a f-fucking chance!" his arms would slam against the floor, as he'd kneel down, his head bowing.
The god of darkness would contemplate for a second, before flicking his wrist back, gesturing up.
The boy would stand, holding his heart, it felt as if it was going to pop out like something was pulling it-
He'd shake his head, before sputtering out.
"Y-you said you made some...minor mistakes?" they'd both nod, as the god of light would continue.
"Ozma and Salem, their punishment was hard but just, and Ozma didn't deserve to die over and over again because of someone's mistakes," his brother would cut in,
"So, we've decided to put you into the mix, to aid Ozma in his Journey." the mortal's brain would short-circuit, as a million thoughts went through his head.
"...why me?" a simple question of the ages, as countless others in his situation have asked, all with various answers, some because of chance, while some because of fate, but for him?
"You said it yourself, you lack purpose, remnant can give you it, perhaps you'd even stay after your mission is complete?" the god would twist his head, patiently awaiting his answer, but the god of darkness was impatient, brash.
"You don't have a choice in the matter unless you'd like to be erased once again?" the brother was heavily impatient, and enraged at the audacity the mortal had, to yell at them, because of some silly mistake?!
The mortal's head shook, as he accepted, not existing was horrifying? B-blissful? He didn't know, nor wanted to find out again.
The god of darkness would have smiled if he had a mouth, as he turned to the brother.
he would flick his wrist, as the white void started to slowly disappear.
"I- where am I going?- what time- what place!?" they didn't answer, as my head felt horrible, and everything smelled like- whisky?
"I- fuckin…" he'd slur, he felt something in his hand, but couldn't put a finger on it, as he slowly got up, looking around.
It was the transport ship from the first episode, and he was sitting next to a trash-can, which thankfully wasn't next to Jaune.
Everyone seemed to be staring at him, probably due to his awful stench, mixed with multiple different alcohols, but the main, and most powerful one was whisky.
He'd groan, he'll deal with it later.
"Michael you...dumbass…" Michael would mutter to himself in the third person, as he turned to look outside the giant windows, staring at the city below.
It was beautiful- or would've been beautiful if not for Michael having a major hangover, having his forehead smashed against the glass.
He heard talking, mainly from two voices he recognized, their speech was basically the same, except for one comment.
"Jeez, I can't tell the difference between him and uncle Qrow…" Yang would say, glancing at Michael, who heard that, but decided to keep to himself, the hangover was killing him, literally and metaphorically.
"Yeah… you think he's okay?" ah, ruby, you sweet naive summer child, he forgot how ruby acted in the first 3 volumes, completely innocent and mildly annoying, her voice gave him a worse headache.
Yang was just about to say something, if not for Jaune throwing up into the garbage, getting vomit on her shoes.
"EW! IT'S ON YOUR SHOES YANG!" ruby yelled out, and yang started to yell as well, attempting to kick the vomit off her shoes.
Michael gritted his teeth at the loud noise as his hand turned into a fist, his breathing accelerated, headaches were not as prominent as before, but this one was downright agonizing, and all this talking made it worse.
"SHUT UP DAMMIT!" His fist connected with the glass, which made it form multiple cracks, his knuckle started to dribble with blood, but his brain wouldn't render the pain, as he held the bridge of his nose, and he headed for one of the door's in the giant airship while cursing, ignoring everyone's stares.
The silence in the main area was deafening, as then Jaune vomited more, and everyone started talking like normal, with mild awkwardness.
"Er- I- that was..." Ruby was now safely terrified of that guy, while yang was pissed, who did he think he was?
"Ignore him, sis, some people are just douchebags." ruby nodded along, some people were just mean, she thought.
Michael was the last to walk out of the airship, looking at his knuckles, which weren't bloody, as he just wiped it off on his white shirt, which was now ruined.
Couldn't the gods give him something else to wear? White shirt, black pants, black shoes, a fucking tie- what was he? a car salesman?
"Fuckin' Asshole's," he hoped they weren't watching, if they were, they probably couldn't do anything, since he's already changed the beginning for the fucking show it seemed.
He looked around, no one in sight, everyone's probably at the auditorium now, listening to ozpin's real-world speech, wouldn't call that a nice first meeting with the students, but it was original, so he'll give him that.
He walked around for a solid 5 minutes, nothing in sight, but then- BOOM, explosion.
"Ah, Weiss...isn't she a bitch in this volume?" she was, for about 3-6 volumes? He didn't remember, he stopped caring after rooster-teeth did.
As he arrived at the explosion site, they seemed to have already disappeared. He saw Weiss, carrying four bags of luggage on her own, didn't she have butlers for that?
"Stupid, Underaged, Idiotic-" she seemed to be in a real sour mood, and probably knew how to reach the auditorium.
"I think you need some help with that, Heiress." Michael would snatch two brief-cases off her, as she turned to him applauded.
"And what do you think you're doing, you ruffian?!" she seemed jumpy, still stuck up, but jumpy.
"helping you carry these bags," she scoffed at him, how dare he think she needed his help?
"I don't need the help of...some drunk?" she started to smell the whisky and other blends of alcohol off his body, and she was awfully close.
Michael winced at that, he had to play it cool, since the gods decided to make him drunk.
"You see, I thought it would be a grand Idea to drink, right before the day of the beacon's exams, smart, right?" Weiss would've berated him for that, if not for the blood on his shirt.
"I- you have blood on your shirt!" she seemed mildly disgusted and horrified at that, right, Michael punched a window, didn't he?
"Don't worry, It's my blood." That didn't ease Weiss one bit, as she pulled out a hand chief, giving it to him.
"Wipe yourself off! People will think you attacked someone!" she turned and started to walk, as Michael followed, not using the hand chief.
"It's fine, I don't need it, blood's already dry anyway." blood dry's incredible quickly,
"I'm not touching that, who knows what places you've been in!" Michael chuckled at that, she got him there, as he then pocketed the hand chief.
After a minute of walking and silence, Weiss spoke up.
"You want something from me, don't you?" Weiss guessed correctly, as Michael confirmed her suspicions.
"Yeah, I don't know the way to the auditorium, so when we get there, you'll never see me again," he didn't want to interfere much with the cannon, and it was for the best that he stayed far away from everyone-
Weiss humped as he turned away,
"Good, I don't want to be associated with a drunk such as yourself,'' Michael clicked his tongue, neither would he, honestly.
After a while, they reached the auditorium. He stayed not too far from Weiss, as he waited for Ozpin to arrive, but Weiss seemed to have recognized a little red, again.
"You!" she shrieked ruby, walking up to her.
"Oh God, It's happening again!" Michael would sigh, same repetitive dialog, perhaps he should spice it up?
Michael walked up behind Weiss, smirking, he was 6'1, towering over her.
"You're lucky we weren't blown off the side of the cliff!" she thought ruby was scared of her, but in fact, it was Michael, due to his sudden anger back at the ship, and due to the look in his eye.
"I-I…" Ruby wouldn't know what to say, unlike Yang, who seemed defensive, getting in front of Ruby, looking Michael in the eye.
"What?!" she'd ask, unknowing that Michael was behind her, as ruby weakly pointed.
She turned and wasn't impressed with Michael.
"Ah, you again, what is it?" she'd ask, as Michael extended the bags he was carrying, his lips still tugging a small smile.
"Remember princess," he'd pause as she frowned.
"You'll never see me again," he glanced at ruby, then at yang, who seems to be glaring at him, right, his little outburst.
"Little Red, Goldilocks," he'd greet them, which didn't seem to amuse yang.
Weiss scoffed, as she glanced at them,
"Of course you'd know them," Michael stifled a laugh, grinning as he said.
"I don't, actually, unless you mean red," he'd glance at her silver eyes, before turning to Yang, who was in his face.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Michael kept his face straight as he thought about what to say next, but inside he was downright terrified, he should take control of this situation.
"I simply meant that I heard of her little scuffle with torchwick, that's all." he'd say with his hands raised defensively, trying not to agitate her.
Ruby seemed to blush at that, for whatever reason.
"Y-you do?" Michael nodded at her, she wasn't used to being recognized, that was for sure.
"Yeah, who would've thought a little girl could beat up an infamous criminal," he'd stifle a laugh, as she seemed to be embarrassed, mumbling something about normal knees.
Weiss scoffed at that, mumbling something as well.
"Of course SHE'S associated with criminals." Yang was about to say something, but thankfully Ozpin's mic turned on.
An annoying sound came from the mic, silencing everyone,
"I'll keep this brief…" his eyes scanned the student body, Michael stared at his eyes, as they locked on for a second before Michael looked away, that wasn't suspicious at all.
"You have traveled here today in search of knowledge," a green-haired student and Weiss looked up, ren was here to acquire knowledge on how to aid people, to further progress his skills as a fighter, while Weiss was here to escape from her family, and to acquire knowledge to further her in life.
"to hone your craft and acquire new skills," Jaune looked up in admiration, he wanted to become a hero, to make his family proud, while Michael was stripped of everything, forced to play the hero in the name of the childish gods'.
"and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people." ruby's and everyone's eyes lit up at that, ruby always' wanted to protect others, just like her mom! Nora wanted to ensure what happened to her and Ren didn't happen to anyone else, while Michale simply looked away.
"But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose, direction," Michael swore that fuckin' wizard was staring at him for a second, while everyone else was muttering, Weiss face scrunched, while ruby's mood plummeted, and Jaune looked around awkwardly.
"You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step." Ozpin left the stage with that, he needed to talk with the man after the institution, or earlier.
Glynda walked up to the stage, who- er, looked like a fucking window, and started to talk.
"You will gather in the ballroom tonight, tomorrow, your initiation begins. Be ready. You are dismissed." Michael groaned into his hand, right, he forgot about that part.
As everyone started to leave, Michael headed for the ballroom, he was starting to get stressed, he definitely wouldn't sleep tonight.
Author's Note
Aight, I'd say that was a decent first chapter, it felt a little rushed to me, but either way, hope you've enjoyed it, and remember to review it, it helps me figure out how to get better at writing.