AN: Alright, history time. Figured the best way to tell it is for people to ask about it, so now we have storytime, with Grimm in the Big Blue House. I can't stop, please send help. Anyway, expect far more Grimm shenanigans here. As pointed out by a review, Apathy is exceptionally human in the present. Here we will explore the actual growth from 'rawr murder death' to 'breakfast cookies' in a way that feels better to me.

Question time again. An actual question this time, no less. Why a gun that becomes another gun? Well Apathy already has his claws, and they can easily cleave through most Grimm, but he has no way to fight anything that can fly. Hence, a gun that is also a gun. Gun squared? Possibly.

In these chapters I won't start with Apathy being spawned, instead what he considers his history is the point he gained awareness onwards. Anything before that is just stuff that happened to him, not who he is. In all likelihood these chapters are going to be a bit shorter than normal ones. I'm also giving the sections mini titles that aren't puns/plays on words/replacing a word with Apathy and calling it done. While that may be funny(to me), they don't fit properly here, but I have a brand damn it! Anyway, expect many OCs since, y'know, none of the main cast have been born. Maybe Ozma will show up in some form or another, haven't decided on that yet.

As I'm sure some of you noticed, and was pointed out to me by hirshja, I made a fucky wucky and didn't take out the outline for half of the previous chapter. I have been relegated to the forever box in light of this. In my defence, I have the dumb. Also sleep deprivation again, not an excuse, just an explanation. I'll try not to goof that badly again.

You know the deal, it's a fifty fifty on me being sorry. Go ahead. Flip that coin.

Team GRVN's dorm was a tense place to be on the first night. The three humans stood at the door staring at their Grimm leader, none of them sure what to say, but all of them having several questions.

Apathy had showered and changed all while they watched him, and now sat on his bed staring at his team. He took in a deep breath and let it out again before turning his body to face them properly. "Alright. I'll bite. What is it?" he rasps, locking eyes with them one after the other.

It took a few moments for any of them to feel confident enough to respond, and unsurprisingly to him, it was his partner who asked the first question. "Why are you here? Aren't all Grimm... Evil..?" Pyrrha asked haltingly, not wanting to offend him even if he was a monster.

Expecting them to ask at some point, Apathy just chuckled and pointed to the bed beside the one he claimed. "Bit of a long story. Sit down kids, better we start now. Maybe you'll know the important bits by the time we graduate."

He waited for the three to sit, Pyrrha coming first as a show of trust, and to help their teammates feel confident enough to join them. Ren and Nora moved together, sitting as far from Apathy as they could while being close enough to hear him.

"Alright... So it all started a long time ago... In a pretty nice cave..."

Awake

Conscioisness. It isn't something people think on often. It's just there. For a single Grimm lost in a deep cavern, the thought had never crossed it's mind. Few thoughts had. Mostly thoughts of hatred, anger, bloodlust... Nothing nearly as complex as self awareness. But now, with the sounds of the humans working somewhere in the maze of paths and mineshafts, the Grimm had it's first thought. It's first real thought.

It asked 'who?'. Far from introspection, it merely wondered who could be down there with it. But this thought, this tiny question, gave it pause. It had never asked such a thing before. It had never even considered asking, neither that nor any other question. It froze in place, thoughts now, comparatively, rushing through it's head.

If it could ask who, what else could it ask? Could it ask why they were in the caves? Where the caves are? Could it ask who it was? Could it ask why it hunted the humans?

It decided it could, but chose not to. It began shambling towards the humans again, only making it a few feet before stopping again. It chose.

A Grimm, a creature who only hunted, and killed, and spread despair... Could choose. In that moment it chose to find these humans. Not because it had to, or the noise they made drew it in. It would find them because it wanted to. And if it could want this, could it want more?

Again, the apathy pushed those thoughts away. It wanted to find the humans, so it would. That was enough for now. It resumed it's staggering steps, a low, bone chilling groan rumbling through the caves. It was so much easier to hunt after it used it's voice. The Grimm didn't stop with it's next thought. It liked the hunt being easy. It liked the hopelessness the humans felt. Maybe there was more it could like? It decided to find more things it liked later.

For now, it screamed. The humans were close. It didn't have time to wait. It screamed, and the humans slowed, losing the will to work. The will to run. The will to hide.

The Grimm liked this. The taste of subdued fear covered by a miasma of hopelessness. The taste of humans who had accepted they were going to die. It found this taste to be pleasant. Maybe it could keep a human or two around? If it kept them like this, it could do even less work. It liked this idea, but when it found the first human it decided it needed to die.

The human was slumped against the curved rock wall, some thing made of wood and a shiny maybe rock beside them. It didn't know what the thing was for, and didn't particularly care. It fell on the human, bone claws digging into flesh, spilling the red from inside the human. It ripped and tore, cracking bones with each wild swing, tossing ruined pieces of organs off it's claws. It's mouth hung open, the last thing the human saw being the glowing inside of it's throat, before there was darkness.

No, the Grimm decided. It wouldn't keep any of them. The agony and fear they felt as they died tasted much better than the hopelessness. It stood, red dripping from it's arms and mouth, droplets and splashes of colour staining most of the Grimm's bones. It didn't care. This human was empty, no more fear or anger or hatred... Nothing worthwhile.

Wet, shuffling steps echoed down the mine. Six humans had been sent down into the mines. A single shambling Grimm left the hole in the ground. It could taste more humans close, but to catch them it would have to run. After it's meal of six in the cave, it decided the others weren't worth the effort. It turned to leave, now wondering what else it could enjoy. Causing death and destruction was one thing, but perhaps it could enjoy more things. Things that... Weren't so much effort.

It had vague flashes of memory, of humans doing things for enjoyment, but it didn't think they would work. Not when it wanted to use as little energy as possible. Maybe the humans would have something it could try... They were, among other things, good at making stuff. The thought of making anything felt wrong to the Grimm.

Yes... Yes it would need humans to make something it could enjoy. Now... If only it could tell them what it wanted... Thoughts for another time. It had to walk right now.

Walking, it decided, was not enjoyable. It would spend several days thinking this, as it couldn't fathom another way to move. It was a Grimm, after all. They weren't the most creative creatures.

Apathy had tilted his head back as he spoke, reminiscing of a time long passed. When he lowered his gaze he was met by two disgusted and probably angry looks, and even the as emotional as he was Ren looked uncomfortable.

"What? You asked!" he groaned, slumping a little and resting his face in his hands. "Look, that was... A long time ago. It took a hell of a long time to gain a personality. Shit back then I still thought like a Grimm, just a more aware one." he explained to them all, hoping to placate them at least slightly.

"Perhaps it would be better to skip some of the... Early days." the near taciturn ninja suggested, two kinds of red hair bobbing with nods of agreement.

Apathy looked between his teammates and sighed, exasperated, "Fine fine... Ignore the start of my life... Philistines..." he mutters under his breath, leaning back and tilting his head up again.

"So... Yeah, it was Vacuo when I started enjoying other stuff. Don't ask how I got there, long story, lots of blood, turns out I don't need to breathe at all..." he continued, closing his eyes with a smile.

Sunburned

Sand, much like walking, could fuck right off, the Grimm decided on his third day in the endless desert wasteland. It had actually decided this at minute three rather than day three. Semantics, it thought, not really sure what the word meant but positive it applied here. Probably. It was still a Grimm after all, language, along with a long list of other things, was not it's strong suit. Maybe it could learn so it could put it's mixed up thoughts in proper order.

That was, if it could find anyone in this blasted out hellscape. Even the Grimm was starting to get sick and tired of the place. It didn't even have the ability to be tired and it still was.

It blamed the sun. Damn thing never seemed to go down. It growled a little, looking for something to take it's frustration out on, but there was nothing. But. Sand.

Sand, sand, a plume of sand made by a caravan, sand... Wait... A caravan! People! Maybe they could learn the Grimm some good language. It really needed it.

With all the haste an apathy could muster, maybe the speed of a toddler with the sand slowing it down, it made it's way towards the caravan. As it walked it tried to stay calm, thinking that might make the humans less likely to stab first and ask questions never.

Not that it would understand if they did ask questions. But it was the thought that counts. And right now, the Grimm's thoughts were on how to approach the humans without freaking them out. The aura it gave off might make that difficult, but it had time to think of a way to work around that. It hadn't thought about that power many times before, mostly just thanking it for giving an easier time dealing with humans that bothered it. But now, focussing as intently as it could, an idea was starting to form. While focussing on the power it was almost tangible, like feeling a muscle flexed as far as it could go.

This got the Grimm thinking again. If the power was like a muscle, it could control that muscle, and control the aura. It had time to kill before it got to the humans, so it started experimenting. Trying to push and pull the aura, manipulate it into following his will. Unsuccessfully of course.

That is until it thought to relax the coiled muscle it thought of the power as. The aura it exuded was drawn back in, invisible to the eye but the Grimm knew it was shrinking.

It also knew doing so was the single most uncomfortable thing it had ever experienced. It felt like it's entire being was freezing and burning at the same time, not a feeling most would only call uncomfortable, but a lack of temperature sensing nerves made it a lot duller than normal people would feel.

It took only a scant few minutes, but to the apathy it may as well have been years. Once the worst of the discomfort had subsided, it shivered in a very un-Grimmlike manner. 'Never again...' it promised itself.

The first sign it got that the pulling in of it's apathy aura had taken longer than expected was shouting. It blinked as it realized it had reached the path of the caravan, and now had several humans pointing spears and levelling swords at it.

It slowly raised one hand, jerkily waving at them, having seen humans do the action as a greeting before, but not understanding the meaning behind it. It didn't understand a lot of things, but confusion it was familiar with having felt it many times before. And these humans looked very confused. The Grimm thought of others it had seen, mostly before walking through the ocean, and decided to mimic their actions again by bowing to the humans that had started lowering their weapons.

They shouted at it again, the voice canting up at the end. A question! It knew what they were! If only it knew what the hell the human had said. As the apathy straightened up it gave the group a tilt of it's head, an action it guessed meant confusion if it had read them correctly.

One of the humans stepped forwards, better equipped than the others, maybe, it wasn't sure. The human made some gestures with their hands, pointing to their ears then mouth. The Grimm took a guess at what the human wanted, pointing to the sides of it's head then lowerinv it's hands as it groaned, setting them all on edge for a moment before the lead human spoke again. It still didn't understand the words or gestures, but when the humans all turned to go back to the caravan, the Grimm followed them all. The lack of more shouting or being stabbed was a good sign it thought.

A few weeks on the caravan was a great help to the Grimm's knowledge. Some of the older humans had been teaching it like they did their children, it's vocabulary growing quickly with new words, like 'vocabulary' and 'knowledge'. It could almost speak a full sentence without groaning now. The humans had even given it a name, like the ones they used. They had named it Hope. They had explained why, but it didn't understand, not truly at any rate. It could remember the words though. 'Because you are the hope we may live in peace one day'.

Hope wasn't sure why, but the word 'peace' grated on it. It guessed that was to do with what it was, the natural reaction of a creature of darkness. It didn't care either way about the name, but at least it was a way to think of itself. That was nice, it supposed. It had also discovered something else that was good. The humans called it 'sleeping'.

open was unsure what it really was, but with it's new appreciation of human things from learning their language, it decided to give it a try.

This had been the best idea Hope had ever had. Not that it had had many, but the point still stands. Sleeping. Spending hours unconscious, doing absolutely nothing. Time passing without realizing it. Hours feeling like seconds. It was incredible! It made the Grimm feel good when it woke up, better than any of the villages it had slaughtered, better than ripping a human apart piece by piece and feeling their horror, better than anything!

It's second time sleeping was interrupted by screaming. It hadn't caused this. It didn't make the fear and horror that now suffused the air around it. It could feel it's brethren outside, feel them attacking the humans it haf stayed with.

It let out a throaty snarl. Those little bastards had interrupted it's nap. Hope dragged itself out of bed, and the caravan it had been bunking in. Tilting it's head, watching humans stabbing into the sands with spears, occasionally being snapped at by the Grimm assaulting them. Sandwyrms. Long, sinuous creatures, whirling maws of sharp fangs and angular bones plating the head. Whenever they burst from the ground it was accompanied by a screech, and sometimes a pained scream of a human. Hope snarled and reared back, it's claws twitching as it watched, and waited.

And waited...

And waited...

"Mine!" Hope shouted, diving through the air past a human with a sword, catching the Sandwyrm bursting out behind them and dragging it into the dunes, ripping and slicing through black flesh and white bone alike, reducing the head of the Grimm worm to a smoking, bleeding mess. It's claws were coated in a thick ichor as it stood from the corpse, waiting once again. It repeated the process again, being pinned by the weight of the Sandwyrm this time. Without the ability to properly claw, Hope resorted to biting chunks out of the Grimm and spitting them out. It was taking far longer to kill this way, but Hope didn't stop. It bit into the Sandwyrm's mast, it's own teeth cracking but not breaking before the other Grimm was divested of a quarter of it's face.

The Sandwyrm struggled as it bled from the head wound, staining Hope's face as it bit into the hole removing another chunk of Grimm. The death throes of the worm cracked Hope's ribs and tore two of it's claws from it's left hand before falling limp. The humans surrounded the pair of Grimm, pointing spears at them as the Sandwyrm slowly faded into a dark miasma, leaving Hope's wounded form visible. It dragged itself back to it's feet, spears levelled at it by the humans.

It yawned, and wiped some ichor off it's face. "Tired." it growled, pushing a spear to the side as it stumbled past, eyes only for the caravan containing it's bed. It hoped that the Grimm wouldn't bother it again.

It really hoped that wouldn't become a theme.

"Hang on... If you've met humans before, why aren't there records of it?" Pyrrha asked once Apathy had stopped speaking for almost a minute.

"Oh, that's easy. I met those humans about... Three thousand years ago." he answered, watching three jaws drop at his words. "I mean I can go back further. Got another thousand or so years before I grew a brain." he offers, enjoying the widening of eyes from his teammates.

"Maybe that's enough for today... Let's get some sleep team, don't want us missing our lessons tomorrow."

AN: Welcome to the long and storied history of Bone Hands 'n Apathy (again, way too long to think up). It's not as... Interesting as I was hoping, but there are a lot of fun things for him to discover still. Like the faunus coming into being, and that one time in Atlas. No, I don't know what that is yet.

There may be an actual timeline but I haven't been able to find it with about three minutes of looking, so whatever! They're in 2207 or something similar at present. Giving a buffer of a long time between the moon shattering and humans reemerging, so another thousand years I think. Important to note, this is all subject to change further down the line so nothing set in stone yet. Except for something some of you may have figured out:

Apathy was there before the Gods left. His memory of then is shaky, considering he was just a normal Grimm then, but he was there for a while.

Also, he will have various names in the history chapters, people choosing for him since he doesn't care too much. And yes, he was always an 'it' in this chapter since that's what Apathy thinks of himself in the past. He's still mostly Grimm minded for now, but he'll get better at that over time.

I decided while writing his he will be meeting some reincarnations of Ozma during his life, so expect that to happen. Let me know what you thought of this, because I'm not totally happy with how it came out. It feels... Rushed? Incomplete? Kinda shit? All of the above, but I like the idea of Apathy having a long and explored history, so these'll probably keep coming every now and then.

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