In the halls of Beacon…
Oh boy 3 AM!
That's the time when RWBYP make their exit from the dorm and move toward the infirmary.
This would normally be a nigh-impossible task thanks to the various cameras and doors that line the entrances.
But when you have the equivalent of an EMP and a locksmith and a nearly infinite strength magnet on your side, things tend to get easier.
Am I lying? Come on, you know Pyrrha's semblance is overpowered in a world chock full of metal. Admit it.
And easier they did. Wires in the cameras get a mysterious interference passing through them. Doors are no issue either, as careful movement nullifies all sound. The pins inside the locks shuffle around like a deck of cards, perfectly manipulated with more skill than a master magician.
The final door awaits them now. One more pick. The pins move, and the door unlocks.
Jaune is sleeping blissfully in the hospital bed. The IV still hangs out of his arm, and the scroll is back in his pocket. His mouth is even drooling.
They take their positions, Pyrrha in the center facing him, Weiss and Blake on her sides, Ruby and Yang on the ends. Those two have some tape on their mouths. For safety reasons. Then everyone realizes one thing they forgot to plan…
How do we wake him up?
Everyone knows how Yang would do it if given the choice. The screaming alone would be unbearable.
They take out their scrolls and text each other some ideas.
Magnetize his sword onto his neck?
Too cheesy.
Too much screaming.
I'm tired… :(
Blindfold him and pretend to be a damsel in distress?
YESSSSSSS!
If you're trying to suggest I do that I will freeze this entire room.
You know you want to!
NO!
Why not just kick him in the balls?
YANG!
YANG!
YANG!
We talked about this...
Poll Started: Kick Yang out of the group?
Yes:4
No:1
Yang has been removed…
Anyway… let's just hit him on the head with something! That'll be fun!
With what?!
No, you people don't get it. We have to mentally torture him too.
Use your shadow clones then? You can make like 20 of those right?
More like 8 or so…
That'll be enough! Make them dance like little elves with the evil laugh!
Ewww No.
Yang has rejoined the group!
I thought I disabled that!
I GOT IT I GOT IT! I'll straddle him! It'll be so much fun seeing his face!
Yang she's right here!
Yeah I'm right here!
…
Ok let's start from the beginning! How can we torture him!
I know I know! Blow into his ears!
EWWWW!
What? His dreams would be so hilarious!
Jesus Christ why did I let us do this…
THIS IS STUPID! YOU'RE ALL STUPID!
The room suddenly chills. Weiss focuses the cold near his face, attempting to get him up quickly. The temperature drops on his face quickly to around 278K.
43 degrees Fahrenheit. So pretty cold. Not quite hypothermia cold, which is what I was going for, but whatever. Also, that sentence needs rewording bad.
Unfortunately, Jaune is in a deep slumber with no dreams right now. A shame really.
The heart rate monitor begins to increase! Is he waking up?
Weiss lets down her arms and takes position. All the other huntresses do the same and adopt a devilish look on their face.
A blond hair tries to flutter once more. But the cold stops it.
His eyelashes succeed in their quest for movement. His eyes slowly open…
The first thing in his eyesight is a rainbow of colors. He smiles for just a very brief moment. But his eyes continue to focus. Shapes begin to form.
"H-hey what are you guy.."
Jaune can no longer speak. The looks on their faces completely halt his brain. Yang, Blake, Pyrrha, and Weiss have the look of a predator finally finding their prey's hiding spot. Ruby tried to do the same thing, but it just doesn't fit. With a "nope!" hand motion from Yang, this look was changed into a general 'mad' expression.
No one moves a muscle for over 30 agonizing seconds.
Thirty seconds! Thirty seconds! Bejeweled Fans know what's up. Also, this is impossible in real life.
"Please! Stop!"
They are really tempted to just continue like this. But Blake, wanting to get this done and go back to sleep, starts it off.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Jaune. Do you know why we are here?"
Jaune's head shakes almost unnaturally fast to signify a no.
"Figures. I'll let you think about it for a moment."
Blake gives 2 minutes. Jaune's brain racks for anything he can possibly think of and gets no good answer. But looking back at those 5, saying nothing seems like the worst option right now.
"It's- i- because I c-called her Crater Face, isn't it."
If there is one line that is the epitome of the first part of this fic in a nutshell, that's the one. It's just perfect in ways that can't possibly be described. I mean, Coeur would be proud of this line if he would ever see this, I just know it. This is referencing canon and everything! It's not a fanfiction if you don't reference canon! I'm gonna jump on over to The Qrow's Nest and ask them how good this fic is. I'll get amazing ratings for sure!
…
Alright, that's enough BS, this line is Sharknado-levels of bad. But Sharknado bad is better than just 'bad'.
A Category 5 eye roll makes its way through three pairs of eyes in the room.
"I thought you stopped doing that!"
Everyone turns over to Ruby. Not only because of the comment, but also because that sentence was said much, much louder than planned.
Wait a second, doesn't she have tape on her mouth? I couldn't even keep consistency in one scene. Aye aye aye...
She gets the hint and ceases talking, but still looks at Jaune with a now genuine mad look.
"No. And you know it's not. Let us tell you."
Blake defers. Indecision over who will go next rushes through the other four for a bit before Yang takes it by the horns.
"Let me say something, VB. You know what you are? Weak."
The other 4 quickly pick up on the chain.
"Underwhelming."
"Oblivious."
"Slow."
"Timid."
"Noodly."
"Stupid."
"Awkward."
"Bumbling."
"Crazy."
"Why are you putting me down like this!"
Ruby, the closest one to him, puts her small little hand over his mouth, covering it up like a cruel mouth-glove.
Blake's amber eyes pierce him like a bullet, throwing his brain into yet another loop.
"Because you, by all accounts, deserve to be rotting on the street somewhere. You have no strength, no hunting abilities, no confidence, no experience, and best of all, no brain. The only reason you are even in here right now is because you, in one of the rare moments of drive you have shown in your entire history, decided to cheat. And you aren't getting punished for it. Now that would normally be a tolerable outcome. Criminals have been places they had no reason to be in many, many times before. But you know what makes it worse? You know what is a slap in the face to every person who has ever trained for several years in combat situations like all of us? Ozpin is HELPING YOU. That grey-haired rat has rewarded you! Rewarded your act of utter stupidity and carelessness just because he thinks that YOU of all people are somehow special. Not the person who has won four sparring tournaments in a row, not the person who fought the #1 criminal in all of Vale WHILE STILL A CHILD!, not the one who can quite literally freeze almost any living thing in existence, not the one who can cause more damage in one punch than you and your weak little hands will ever cause in your entire career, not even the one who has fought an UNCOUNTABLE AMOUNT of trained soldiers from Atlas and survived! Not even any one of the smattering of other people that are currently in this academy right now. It just had to be you. It just had to be the one who has the fighting skills of a single-celled amoeba. I am certain that you would never win a real 1 on 1 fight against a mosquito, nevermind an actual Grimm. You are, and I can say this with 100 percent confidence, the lowest lifeform this academy has ever accepted. You are a disgrace, and if you know what is good for you, if you want any chance of keeping the nice little cocoon of happiness and ignorance that you are in, you will do the proper thing and quit this academy right now."
The goal was to punch him down verbally, and I'll be dammed if this doesn't do a good job. Too bad it is completely unneeded and insane. I'm not going to try to defend this.
The silence is deafening. Thank Oum that Jaune's brain was still in scaredy-cat mode. If he had tried to fully digest that…
"Jesus Christ Blake!"
Jaune's brain has finally recovered. The piercing eyes almost throw it back into chaos, but he keeps his sanity and musters a simple response;
"No."
"I suspected you would say that. You will regret that choice. This will not be the last of us Jaune."
Blake slips in a sleeping pill into Jaune's mouth. He's not gonna be waking up so soon. Yang puts her hands on his eyelids and forces them closed. He doesn't open them back up.
RWBYP sneak back out the way they came, and the door shuts behind them, marking the end of this torturous "dream".
…
The night fades away to the morning. The nurse comes in, ready to congratulate him and announce his release only to find him still asleep…
"How could he be still asleep? It's already 10:30."
She checks the monitors. Heart rate is normal, Aura is at 100%, nothing should be wrong…
She notices the plate of cake still left on his desk. Did he stuff himself on cake? Sounds like a Jaune thing to do.
Just then some blond hair flutters once again.
"AAAH!" A scream escapes his mouth for a short moment before he returns to normal.
"Surprised to see me?"
"Yeah, but also no."
"What do you mean?"
"I knew I was gonna get up eventually. I thought it would be Yatsu or my family waking me up." Jaune doesn't talk about what happened during the night.
"Well, they're not here right now. I came here to tell you that you are being released!"
"HELLLLLL YEAAAAAH!" He stands up to go, but he forgets about the IV still hooked into his arm.
"OWWWWWWW!"
The nurse laughs. This kind of thing happens more often than you would think around here.
"Let me get that for you." She unhooks the IV, and Jaune almost teleports out of the room, taking the note and even the cake remnants with him.
He bolts outside and takes advantage of the nice, cool air. It feels really good on his skin after being in stale hospital air for a while.
He checks over toward the Beacon Gardens for any evidence of Yatsuhashi, and finds none. But he sets that aside for now. Time to think about weapons! And he knows just the game to play to get his mind rolling...
(A/N: It took a bit to write this one because I wanted it to not be too cheesy. I think I failed, but it was better than some of the other ideas I had.)
