"...Dust. By definition, it is a naturally occurring…."
Jaune could feel his brain slowly melting away as Salem continued to ramble on about dust and other aspects of Remnant that he'd heard over and over. You see, Salem wasn't just content with letting people know what she knew. She made sure you remembered by repeating it over and over again.
"I'd rather have Cardin shove my head in a toilet right now," Jaune grumbled to himself.
"Excuse me?" asked Salem.
Jaune took a long sigh.
"You've gone over every World Of Remnant four times," he complained. "Is it really necessary for me to listen to them again?"
"Do you find my narration dull?" Asked Salem. "Perhaps you're sick. You haven't even touched your sandwich."
She was looking at the untouched Pumpkin Pete sandwich in front of Jaune. He normally loved the sandwiches, but the fact that his kept twitching was enough of a reason for him not to eat it.
Jaune weakly shook his head.
"More for me," said Salem. She then grabbed the sandwich and stuffed it in her mouth without even taking a bite.
"Is there anything else you want to talk about?" asked Jaune. "You know...sentimental stuff?"
"Well…." said Salem, gazing thoughtfully up at the ceiling. "...you could tell me about your friend with the silver eyes."
"Freddy Fazbear?"
"No!" Salem said, shoving her face so close to Jaune's that he could feel her breath. "You know exactly who I'm speaking of."
"Right," said Jaune. "I know. Ruby. But isn't there anything else you like? You know...more than that?"
Salem smiled at Jaune before flicking the tip of his nose with her finger.
"You really are a cheeky boy," she said as her smile grew wider. Salem was probably one of the few people you never wanted to see smiling. It almost always meant that something bad would follow.
"I'd like you to meet a good friend of mine," said Salem as she stood up from her seat. Jaune could see something slowly floating from over her shoulder. It made a strange bubbly noise as it moved, making him feel very uncomfortable.
"Uh...what is that?" asked Jaune.
"This?" said Salem innocently. "This is just a Grimm."
"I see that. What is it doing here?"
"My friend is here to make things….interesting."
"Something tells me that it's going to involve a lot of things I'd rather not imagine."
Salem's smile grew so wide that her teeth began to show. They were very clean for someone who seemingly didn't care about hygiene.
"And what's wrong with that?" she asked. "You don't want to indulge in my fantasies?"
"No," Jaune sputtered. "I really wouldn't. I'm serious too. I'll eat my contract and jump out the window if you make that thing do what I think you want it to do."
Salem glanced at the Grimm and frowned. Jaune could hear her breathing pick up as her veiny fists clenched.
"You disappoint me," Salem grunted. "I suppose I should introduce you to Autumn Rose."
"Who?"
"An original character."
"Oh shi-"
"She's the daughter of Raven Branwen and Summer Rose, created through magic that not even I possess. She's part Grimm, part tribal, and disturbed by her abusive past."
"How do you know so much about her?"
Salem's grin returned again. "Isn't it obvious?" she asked. "I created her."
There were loud footsteps that shook the room. Jaune looked for a fork to stab himself with, but there were unfortunately none to be found.
"IS THAT BAAAAAAE?" A voice roared through the room.
"Son of a Belladonna," Jaune gasped.
The girl was so tall that her head nearly touched the ceiling. She looked like Ruby with long black hair and muscular thighs that were capable of breaking trees in half. Jaune was hoping that he'd drop dead when she walked in.
"Welcome, Autumn," Salem said with a smile. "Please do what you want with this boy while I attend to….other matters."
"LES MAKE SNOO SNOO!" Autumn squealed.
Jaune felt his heart shrivel away to nothing as Autumn pounced on him, breaking part of the table along with part of Jaune's spirit.