"Uhh…..where am I?" Jaune moaned. All he remembered was a bizarre dream featuring himself and Pyrrha Nikos. The details were all blurry, but he was sure that it was an enjoyable fantasy. He was now awake in an unfamiliar room with the lights dimmed. Jaune's vision was still a blur, making it hard to see anything. There was the sound of someone breathing very slowly close by.

"You're with me, little boy," someone whispered.

Jaune's vision cleared enough for him to see Tyrian standing above him.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Jaune screamed so loud and hard that he could feel his throat tremble.

"Shhh!" said Tyrian. "Mustache man saw you high on dust and….hehehehe….sent you to the waifu room."

"The what?"

"Oh?" Tyrian leaned closer to Jaune and licked his lips. "You don't know?"

The lights flashed on and several posters of RWBY characters appeared. There were lewd posters of team RWBY covering every inch of the wall and ceiling, body pillows covering the bed; even worse than that were the beds that had the faces of Salem making seductive expressions. Jaune gasped at what he was looking at and fell off off the bed, staring directly into the eyes of a life-sized Yang doll.

"What is this?" Jaune asked as he continued to drown in waifus. "I want out!"

"This is where Salem sends her deviants," Tyrian giggled. "I came here and was locked inside for a week. My 'crime' was lusting after Salem. Now I'm a new man, only desiring nothing more than the approval of my goddess."

"But we had a date set up!" said Jaune.

"Not anymore," said Tyrian with a nasty smirk. "She invited none other than genderbent Summer Rose."

"WHAT?" Jaune heard his voice crack a little.

"Oh yes," said Tyrian. "And now you're here with nobody but myself."

"No," Jaune muttered. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"You're to eat here, sleep here, and even bathe here," Tyrian laughed. "Now please stay where you are while I go and attend to my...private duties. Ta-ta!"

Jaune frantically searched for some way out but all he could find were lewd fanarts and figurines of Pyrrha and Neo.

"I can't believe I got locked in this place!" Jaune shouted. "My agent is so getting fired when I get out of here!"

"Hey!" A muffled voice barked. "Get off of my face!"

Jaune immediately sat up and looked down. He couldn't believe who he had stumbled across.

"What unruly behavior!" said Glynda Goodwitch.

"Professor Goodwitch?" Jaune asked. "How did you-?"

"I am unfortunately what one may refer to as a 'forgotten waifu.' Since my mysterious disappearance from the main series and an unlikely appearance on Chibi, I've been forced to wander among the graveyard of forgotten waifus. I was actually just finishing a game of Combat Ready ™ with Amber and the Malachite sisters."

"What's that?" asked Jaune.

"I'm glad you asked," said Glenda. "Combat Ready is a cooperative adventure board game in which two to four people can participate in saving Vale."

"Did you just read that off a Kickstarter page?"

"Yes."

Jaune wanted to leave more than ever at that moment, lest he become a human advertisement. He went over to the door and struggled with the doorknob. It was too tight. Not even slamming against the door would make it budge. After banging against the door some more, Jaune took a deep breath and sat back down. It didn't look like he would be getting out at the rate things were going.

"You know you just have to say the password," said Amber.

"What?" asked Jaune.

"The password," said Amber.

"Not that," said Jaune. "I...I just didn't know you could say more than a sentence."

"Shut up!"

"Sorry…"

"Now listen to me," Amber continued. "All you have to do is look into the keyhole and whisper, 'Salem is best girl.' Only then can you get out."

"You've got to be kidding me," said Jaune.

"Nobody said this would be easy," said Amber. "That's why we're all still here. That, and these body pillows really are quite comfortable."

Jaune turned back and took a deep breath. In one breath he spoke the words, "Salem is best girl!" and the door opened.

Jaune looked over his shoulder to say goodbye but found an empty spot where the forgotten waifus once were.