Tim walked through the courtyards in the freezing rain. The air had a bitter chill to it that seeped through his coat and clawed at his bones. Today was, by all accounts, a miserable day. A little ways away from him, he heard laughter.

He approached and saw Cardin Winchester, who was know throughout the school as the resident bully and puppy-kicker, smiling cruelly with his team and holding a small kitten. "Why don't we feed it to the Grimm?" Cardin suggested.

"Try it and I'll smash your leg in with a brick, Cardin." Tim threatened cooly. Cardin was not one to be humiliated, however. He swaggered up to Tim, his face arrogant.

"I've heard of you. Your team gets special treatment from the Headmasters, apparently. What'll you do to me if I try it? Will you go run away bawling to Ozpin? Get a grip, liar." Cardin sneered.

Tim saw red. He was at that level of anger that was so potent he was calm.

Tim pulled a knife from his sleeve and silently thanked God he was on a team with Evan 'hide knives everywhere, even in my own teammate's clothes' Jennings. He took a breath in, steeling himself against losing his control due to what he was about to say.

Then he began.

"A year ago, I stabbed Alex Kralie in the neck until he stopped breathing." Tim breathed, his voice loud and low. "I can still see every detail of it in my head, you know. Right down to his thrashing and the fear in his eyes as he realized that just because he was once my friend didn't mean I had any intention of sparing him." he continued.

There was fear in Cardin's eyes. Tim was right in Cardin's face now. "Run." Tim snarled. Cardin dropped the kitten. Then he and his team took off, yelling the word 'FREAK!' behind them as they fled.

Tim looking down at the wee, shivering kitten they left behind. He scooped the kitten into his arms, shielding it from the rain with his coat, and ran to the dorms.

"Evan, quit flailing around, my shoulders hurt!" Noah snapped. Caught shook his head. "This is a mountain of bad ideas just waiting to crush us while we sleep." Caught declared. He knew it wasn't a good idea to DIY bunkbeds.

"We all know Ozpin only made you the leader for the acronym!" Evan yelled from atop Noah's shoulders. "You have no power here, you grumbly motherfucker!" Evan finished, folding his arms in defiance. Finally, Evan crawled down from Noah's shoulders.

"BEHOLD!" he boomed, his face alight with fiendish glee. Noah grinned. "I always wanted a bunkbed." he revealed.

Caught sighed. Those two together were a car-crash in slow motion.

Tim burst into the room and the other three turned their heads in unison. There was something fidgeting around in his beige jacket. "What the fuck, Tim?" Noah asked.

Tim said nothing, but pulled out the kitten and gently placed it on the floor.

The reaction was immediate. Evan began producing unintelligible noises.

"Goddamnit, it's too cute, it's too goddamn cute," Noah said. He lunged for the kitten, gently holding it in his arms.

There was silence. Then Noah spoke. "Nimby. He will be Nimby." he crooned, cradling the kitten as if he were holding a babe. "Why do you get to name hiiim?" Evan complained. "Because I feed him, asshole." Noah deadpanned.

"We can't keep him, we'll get in trouble, this is a bad idea and we should not do this," Caught ranted. "Hey, Team RWBY has a dog and nobody's yelled at them yet." Noah defended. "They're basically the main protagonists of this weird shitty little anime, though. They never get in trouble for anything." Caught snapped in reply.

Noah paused to contemplate it, then nodded. "You got me there." he acknowledged.

"But Caught, we can't leave him! His eyes are full of love." Evan added. Caught stared into Nimby's soulful eyes. It took two minutes for Caught to break.

"Fine." he grumbled.

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