AN: RWBY and South Park are owned by people smarter (Also richer) than me. I would never dream of saying I own any part of them because I don't want to be sued. I own nothing.

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Alive Kenny

Dark Whisper: pulls applies weaken/Dread Rush: two hits reverse push/Demonic Fury: a beat down

Ultimate Cruel Fate: going out in a bang

Dead/Ghost Kenny

Phantom Chill: applies chill/Mark for Death: splash Weaken/Spooked: applies Confusion

Ultimate Mysterion Re-rising: revive and splash heal

Mysterion in Remnant

I was now standing in a forest wearing my Mysterion outfit with my ultimate supplies, my giant firecracker, like every time I came back to life, but I'm not where I wanted to be. Looking around I see a broken moon, wrong star constellations, and some black creatures running around in white face. "If I said that out loud, I could have been punched for a micro transgression." I whisper not wanting to draw those things attention as a pack of them seemed to be on the war path and I'm hearing gun fire. "What the hell's going on?" moving to hide behind a tree and figure out where those shots were coming from. Whoever had the guns were either tell me what's going on or kill me either way is good for me.

I just felt off and I dodge one of those things that lunged at me. 'Yup figure something was trying to kill me by now.' The creature took a chunk out of the tree, let out a deep growl, turned and came at me. 'I'm now missing the turn base combat right about now!' it kept jumping at me trying to go for my throat or rip my guts out. I dodged putting myself between the thing and the damaged tree. It started to seem to wise up that blindly lunging at me was not killing me as fast as it wanted and decided to stalk closer. Before it could try and attack me, I was able to Dread Rush it slamming it into the tree.

It fell to the ground more hurt from hitting the tree, as it was getting back up the tree looked worse for wear. Dark Whisper worked on assholes so I pulled the tree down crushing it and almost myself as well, but I don't go to the Prometheus school for running away from shit. It was dead as it once glowing red eyes went dim allowing me to be comfortable to really look at it. "You're one emo ass werewolf, aren't you?" This thing was completely black like it was molded from absolute darkness and the white parts were like bleached bones.

The sound of gun fire came back and I could see the light of a fire in the direction the rest of those things went. I look back to the one I killed and it was disappearing into black smoke, I hold my cape to my mouth trying to avoid breathing the stuff as I just watch it go. I want to watch it decay completely, but I want to take chances with the people with the guns before they leave or just die. I run towards the light and kind of hope for the latter as the dead are more willing to give weapons away than the living. I could see multiple bodies on the ground some and more black creatures still emo, but some new ones were scattered around also decaying. I just walk around the clearing wondering if I should just kill myself and get home or explore this world until I get killed and go home.

I looked at the dead people five in total, a pilot dead in the plane or whatever, and four other people who obviously went down fighting. "Mad respect, rest in peace warriors. I should probably start looting from the outside and work towards that thing." I walk to a broken body close to the edge, a big guy with an outfit that looked like it belonged in a club and not a fight for your life, but hey I'm wearing underwear over rat grey thermals. The color scheme he was in looked like winter camo with pouches and ammo belt holding what look to be shotgun shells. I see a broken sci-fi axe as the head was broken off letting me see a barrel and looking at the handle it had a trigger. Picking it up it was heavier than I would have liked it to be, but it was a shotgun giving it a test fire I launched myself onto my ass.

I groaned, got up a little sore, and I saw the tree I aimed at was devastated and covered in ice. 'That is fucking awesome.' An ice shooting shotgun I'm going to keep that regardless of anything else. I take his ammo and pouch belts planning to go through them later. Moving on to the next body was some skinny, (formally)pretty boy with assault rifle clips no weapon near him, but he was also missing an arm, a leg, and a good portion of stomach so… yeah. Found what looked like a scroll and a wallet before shoving the clips into the pouches for later.

Next up was half a body with a cool dark blue cloak with silver fur inside with silver fur around the hood. It will need a good wash and was a little big for me, but not bad. His weapon was a spear which on closer inspection was also a bolt action rifle which I'd make a mental note to come back and check it out later before working to get the cloak. As the hood came off, I found out the guy had an extra set of ears on top of his head, not a headband actual wolf ears growing out of his skull. My Mysterion persona wondered if this was common, did I miss them or something different on the others, and if they were stronger than a regular person. My first honest thought as I took the cloak 'Bunny girls might be real here!'

With a hop in my step, I make my way to the body slumped against the plane dressed up like a cowboy. Blood pooling around the body with his hands holding two machete revolvers. "Taking those" I grab his left hand and he woke up startled trying to raise either weapon before he focused on me. Her face (apparently) goes from shock to fear before the life leaves her eyes and her hands loosen their grip. See her face made me realize they were young and I kind of felt guilty, but I get over it taking her holsters along with the belt as well. Climbing inside I lay what I grabbed out on the floor before looking around the ship.

Found some tools for weapons maintenance under the seats, vehicle maintenance in a cabinet with medical equipment, blankets, pillows, some food, water, some books that seemed to be for school, and the pilot. There was a locked cabinet with a keypad and couldn't tell if it was letters or numbers so I tried a crowbar I found in the tools. I could get the crowbar in, but I didn't have the strength to pop it open and the bar was more likely to break over the lock. I looked at the hinges or at least where they should be "I could use the speargun as a better lever."

I grab the machete revolvers before hopping out on to the ground and walking to the wolf or dog boy who had the spear rifle hybrid, I started hearing growls with three set of red eyes peering at me from past the tree line. "Oh fuck" Three emo wolves crept closer into the clearing which felt weird like they wanted me to be scared of them like serial killers trying to enjoy this more than regular animals wanting something to eat. The three began to surround me one staying in front with the other two moving to my right and left side.

"Look," I start off as if they could understand me and they seem to give me that curtesy. "I just got some cool shit I would like to at least have some fun with them." I took aim at the two to my side and pulled the triggers only to find I should have reloaded them. "SHIT!" the one on my left charged at me before the others wanted. I Dread Rush it wounding it with the machete before kicking it to the ground as the others started to charge. I turned to the closest one Dark Whisper it closer causing it stumble right in front of me and then used Demonic Fury with each punch replaced with stabs or slashes its neck before backflip kicking its head off. 'I think I broke my foot' I think as I hobbled off as the head, I kick bonked the undamaged one dazing it for a bit. I then Dread Rush the creature wounding it and making it fall over its dead pack member barely dodging a claw of the other one that would have taken my head. I just slice at its leg and stab it in the gut before I was back handed away leaving one of the blade guns in its stomach.

I roll for a bit and struggled to my feet as the creature roared walking towards me on its hind legs. I shake off the daze I was feeling trying to come up with a plan to fight it, but also get that weapon back because dual wielding is cool as hell. 'It works on people and trees.' I Dark Whisper the blade out of its gut making it stumble forward towards me as I almost catching the blade instead of the handle. "Captain America and…" I throw the blade into its skull "Bullseye" it fell at my feet allowing me to take it back. The last creature was up now, charging me, and I just want to be done with it. I throw the blades first hitting its leg making it fall and the second hitting it in the head. I let out a sigh and blood sprayed from my lips as they were cut with my nose also busted, but I won. I stood proud for a good minute before I was tackled to the ground by a surprise ninja fourth one 'Ooh COME ON!'

It turned me over pinning my arms so I was now looking at its face. It growled in my face "Choke on my bones bitch" its jaw came down and the world went dark.

For a bit 'What that taste' I chew on what I'm tasting for a bit 'oh that's human flesh.' I was able to see it was my flesh I was eating. It was pretty weird that I instantly possessed this thing which normally take a day to do. I keep eating myself to make sure no other animal gets a free meal off my ass. As I kept eating, I felt the body I was in was getting smaller and started feel really comfortable to move. I finish the body bones and all feeling normal as if I was back in my own body. I look down expected to see black furry body only to see my pale, naked, and blood covered body. 'What the hell' looking to my hands and they were mine, but with claws same for my feet. I reach behind as felt something on my ass before reaching for my head confirming I had a tail and ears. "Okay this is weird, and I'm going to bed."

…Next Morning…

I went to sleep still naked wrapped in the cloak as the blanket and cot were irritating to me for some reason. I had washed it before as I heard a river nearby as my senses were enhanced which it better be with two set freaking ears. My fur is blond and the added feature were wolf like which honestly one of my top five choices.

The cloak was comfortable and I decided to look at the rest of wolf boy's close, but I kind of feel that I only wanted his pants. Still onboard I look to the locked cabinet and walked towards it. Looking at my newly clawed hands than back to the cabinet, dug my claws into the door, and began pulling. The door was giving as I was stronger than was before, but the door was still too sturdy and began to feel something not wrong or off just a familiar sensation. I was using Marked for Death, one of my noncorporeal skills on the door and I ended up ripping a good piece off. Well, I do it again tearing around the lock, to open the door to see something I could only describe as glass containers filled with colors along with more ammo, grenades, and a few more guns.

"One day I get more guns than Uncle Jimbo's toilet." I do mean just his toilet the rest of his bathroom could supply two armies, a militia, and four boy scout troupes. "I have guns for days, food for weeks, a water source, and some possible reading material. What the hell am I supposed to do?" I mean what the hell should I do as outside of treating this as a camping trip I would rather explore, but where would I go? What direction do I go that won't have me dying because I have not enough supplies? I should stay here because it's likely someone will look for this thing which might be months or closer to days. I could fish from the nearby river, try to forage, and maybe try to work out since I got my ass kicked by these things. I look back to my loot, eyes landing on those scrolls with a bit of curiosity 'If I'm staying I need to know if I can read.'

Being able to read the titles of those answered that question. "Remnant World History," A thick book with the title alone top priority to read. "Atlas Engineering," another thick book probably about machines another good read if the plane I was standing in was an example of their engineering. The last book was something I needed to read not because of the title but what was on the cover as it was a picture of those emo wolves. Grabbing the book Grimm Studies volume No.1, I cracked it open and began reading. "Grimm, soulless creatures attracted to the negative emotion of human and faunus alike." 'What are faunus?' Minor thought to shelve for later as I continue reading.

One reading session later I needed something to eat. I read that book like it was Catcher in the Rye or one of my dad's playboys. It went over some Grimm with the book saying there were even more types of these Grimm thing in other volumes meaning I'm missing a lot of info. Over some military rations I realized I can't just pop some chips in my mouth to feel healed as per the rules of the game. I have no clue how to actually use first aide with my whole dying and coming back good as new. If I really want to stick around for the long haul… or keep this new body… I need some consistent way to heal myself if things get bad. I gave the New kid, some Netherborn powers that had a healing skill.

'Hope New Kid isn't going to miss them.' I concentrate feeling the connection then pulled. Purpled mist rose from the ground and began flowing into my mouth, nostrils, and eyes entering my body.

…Back in South Park…

"How come New Kid gets eleven different power sets?"

New Kid formally Douchebag current identity Butthole checked their power collection. Brutalist, Speedster, Blaster, Elementalist, Psychic, Cyborg, Assassin, Gadgeteer, Plantmancer, Martial Artist, and Final Girl all were there. They shrugged before the meeting continued.

'Because they cover a group's weakness, they will be our version of Vision. We will figure out which phase to introduce them. I say we introduce Call Girl in our fourth movie as second lead with Tool Shed like Antman and Wasp' "TIMMY!"

…With Kenny…

I could feel the Netherborn powers added to my own and felt strangely whole. I'll need to practice with my powers and weapons, but honestly, I was looking forward to the future. I grab the history text book deciding to spend the rest of this day reading up… I sniff the air… after I get rid of the bodies.

"They better have a shovel."

End

Grimm/Faunus Kenny

Some abilities and upgrades next chapter

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