So shit really kicked off last time. This chapter is going to be more of a filler and is just meant to show what happens to Jason while he's incarcerated. But don't worry, he'll be out and about causing chaos before you know it. More specifically next chapter (hopefully).
Jason had been sitting in the cell in total darkness for an unknown amount of time. The only time it had opened was so he could change into a clean prison uniform. But when he slept, he'd had a dream. The first dream since coming to this world. And the dream told him his arrival wasn't an accident. Something had deliberately put him here.
Before he could continue to mull over the dream, his cell door opened and a guard pulled him out and began escorting him to another room. The muzzle and cuffs may have prevented him from doing anything, but it didn't prevent him from glaring at the guard the entire time. She was visibly sweating by the time they reached their destination.
It was an Interrogation Room. Jason should've expected this. Ozpin was undoubtedly there, hoping to turn him onto their side. And he would, but only as long as the one who sent him here deemed it appropriate. He was brought inside and he was surprised to see Winter Schnee sitting there, doing something on her scroll. He was sure the old man would've wanted first crack at him. Maybe Winter was just there to soften him up. Yeah, that was it. He sat down and the bigger Weiss looked up and immediately sighed.
"How do you expect to talk to him when he can't speak?" She asked the guard, clearly irritated. She loosened Jason's muzzle, but didn't take it off. He could finally speak.
"The fuck do you want, bitch?" Were the first words out of his mouth, though they were slightly muffled.
"You are in no position to talk to me like that after the atrocity you committed." She said, suppressing her emotions.
"Oh yeah, that." He said, leaning back in his chair. "Tell me, how many people died? I kinda lost count after twenty or so." Winter was shocked at his complete lack of remorse, and her shock showed on her face, of which Jason got a good laugh out of. She motioned to the guard and she hit Jason with the butt of her rifle, silencing him.
"You killed 287 people in the massacre."
"Okay, first, it should've been much higher. And second, in my defense, the Grimm killed way more than me." He said, raising his cuffed hands in a mocking gesture.
"Grimm which, interestingly enough, were following your every command without attacking you."
"I know, right? Isn't it just the coolest thing ever? I didn't need it to kill Weiss now, did I?" Winter's face somehow went even whiter than it was before and her eyes widened. Jason's eyes widened as well when he deduced why.
"Holy fucking shit, they didn't tell you, did they?!" He said with a smile split across his face, though they couldn't see it. His answer came in the form of Winter storming out of the room, which resulted in Jason laughing hysterically. Even the guard didn't want to go near him. He stopped so he could hear the shouting outside the room. He couldn't make out what was being said, but it was clearly Winter and someone else. She was probably pissed beyond belief that nobody had told her of Weiss's death. That was comedy gold.
His thought process was interrupted when the shouting stopped and Ozpin himself walked in. I fucking knew it. Jason thought. Ozpin must've been furious with him for mercilessly killing Glynda, but he was hiding it well.
"Do you have any idea how much pain and suffering you've caused because of what you did, Jason?" Ozpin said, emphasizing his name.
"Oh great, I already had this little pep talk with Ice Bitch before you." Jason said, completely ignoring the fact Ozpin knew his name. "By the way, did you guys seriously not tell her I made her sister off herself?" He asked, snickering to himself again.
"We were hoping to break the news to her after everything had been dealt with."
"Well look how that worked, huh?" Ozpin paused.
"Why did you kill all those people? What drove you to commit such a heinous act of violence?" Ozpin pried for information.
"You wanna know why?" Jason leaned forward, fixing Ozpin with a dead stare. "If you asked me yesterday, I would've said it was because I wanted to. But now? I know the real reason."
"And what would that be?" Ozpin asked, resting his arms on the tables, showing interest.
"I was given this opportunity by a god. Something far more powerful than anything in this world." Jason was now talking just above a whisper. Ozpin didn't immediately brush him off, but instead questioned him more.
"And what makes you think an all powerful god gave you these powers and told you commit crimes against human and Faunus kind?"
"Last night, I had a dream. I dreamt I was floating in a deep red void. I remained like that for a few minutes, but then, out of nowhere and everywhere, He spoke. His voice seemed to permeate my very being. He told me he was proud of what I'd done, and told me to wait patiently, because soon, I would be free of these mortal shackles, and I would be able to truly raise hell on Remnant." He had also told him that Ozpin would make him an offer, and he was to take it. But he wasn't going to tell him that. Ozpin was intrigued. To anyone else, he would've seemed like a madman, which he might have been, but given what Ozpin was, and what he'd seen, he couldn't completely brush off what he'd said as insane ramblings. After all, gods do exist, but the ones that had created Remnant had abandoned it long ago.
"Well, in any case, I have a proposition for you." Ozpin said, straightening his posture.
Oh boy, here it comes. Jason thought, rolling his eyes.
"Lemme guess, you want me to come join your school and do good with my powers?" He asked sarcastically. Ozpin raised an eyebrow expectantly.
"Fuck it." Jason answered, shrugging his shoulders. "Could do with a change of scenery."
"Good. You will be under heavy surveillance and restrictions will be in place." Ozpin started. "You will have an ankle tracker on your person at all times, and will send out an alarm signal should anything happen to it. You will also not be aloud off campus unless you are given express permission from me, and no one else.
"You will also be sent on occasional missions, and while you are gone, you will be fitted with an explosive collar that can be activated by the leader of the team should you decide to go rogue. If it doesn't kill you, it will certainly incapacitate you." Ozpin finished.
Jason paused for a moment. Ozpin would be suspicious if he accepted right away.
"Or, if you refuse, you will be sent to Atla after the Vytal Festival and will be incarcerated there for the rest of your life." Ozpin added.
"Alright, I'll bite." Jason said, leaning back.
"Excellent, I'll arrange for a-"
"But I have three conditions." Jason interrupted.
"And what would that be?"
"I want my mask. I want Dane, my weapon. And most of all, I don't want to wear your shitty uniforms." Ozpin paused for a moment, then smiled.
"That shouldn't be an issue. Just know that the other students will be rather… upset to see you." Ozpin warned.
"Oh don't worry." Jason said, smiling under his muzzle. "They won't be an issue for me."
"Good, we're done here." Ozpin said as he stood up and went to leave. The guard that had been standing behind Jason the whole time roughly tightened his muzzle again and escorted him out of the room and started bringing him to a different room. When they entered, he saw it was an evidence storage room, but it was empty save for his weapon, mask, and clothes, all of which had been cleaned of the blood that had once caked it. Roman's cane was also there.
So he is on the ship. Huh.
The guard unlocked his cuffs, but left his muzzle on. Probably didn't want to hear him talk, which was understandable. Jason went over to the table with his things on it, and he picked up his folded clothes. He looked at the guard.
"What?" She asked, annoyed. He nodded his head towards his clothes, and her face went bright red, then immediately left the room. He changed into his black jeans and hoodie, strapped Dane to his back, then picked up his mask. He stared at it for a moment before wiping some dust off. He used his Aura to increase his strength and he ripped the muzzle off, then put on the mask. It felt comforting, despite the fact he couldn't feel it was on his face.
He banged on the door and the guard opened it. She was confused why his muzzle was off, then she looked inside and saw it lying on the floor, the strap having been snapped. She didn't say anything, just escorted him to the Bullhead. She had to clarify to multiple people that she was under orders to bring him there because they kept drawing their weapons on him.
When they finally got to the Bullhead, Ozpin was already waiting for him, along with a team of students, who he recognized as Team JNPR, who were noticeably pissed at him, probably due to the Breach. They were probably there for extra security.
"Evening fellas." He said with a cheery attitude as he sat between Pyrrha and Ren. The Bullhead took off and started to make its way to Beacon.
"Hey, your Pyrrha Nikos, right?" He said, breaking the silence. She nodded, but didn't say anything. "Were you at the Breach? I would know, but everything kind of blurs together when your slaughtering people." He taunted her. She stood up and looked at him with hatred and was about to say something when Jaune grabbed her wrist. She looked at him and he just shook his head. She sat back down and tried to pretend Jason wasn't there.
"Weak." He spat at her, then chuckled to himself as he settled in for the rest of the flight. He didn't like that he had to go to Beacon of all places, but he trusted in His plan. All he had to do was go along with it.