Chapter 5: The Smithy
So, I decided to make the first few chapters take place before the series. Remember, all recognizable characters belong to their respective owners. Anyway, let's go.
[CRAIG]
It has been a few days since I told CJ (now Ozpin) about how the world today is an animated show from the past. He seemed quite surprised by it. I mean, to be honest who wouldn't be surprised? Learning that his life was used as entertainment.
After telling him about the future, he decided to make me buy a weapon in case my Semblance ever fails, so he gave me a thousand lien, and pointed me toward the nearest weapon store, called Silver's Smithy.
When I went inside, there was a guy behind a display case that had all sorts of weapons. Guns, melee weapons, guns fused with melee weapons, you name it. The guy looked about late teens, to early-20's-ish dark haired, and extremely bored. Like, he would rather be anywhere else in the world. I walked up to him and asked, "I take it that you're Silver?"
"His son, actually. Gris Fischbach, at your service." he responded. His name sounded familiar, as if I should know it, but for the life of me I couldn't remember. "So, what can I get ya?"
"Um, I'll have a shotgun with a baseball bat shift." I said.
"'Base ball'? What's that?" he inquired.
"Uh, it's like, -oh nevermind. Can I just get something like this, but with a gun attached?" I said, conjuring up a bat.
"Whoa! How'd you do that?" he exclaimed, surprised.
"Oh, this? To be honest, I don't really know the specifics. I just think of something really hard until it pops into existence. Like so. Pikachu, if you will?" I replied. While I said that, a pikachu had spawned in on the counter.
"Pika? Pikachu!" he said.
"OHHOLYSHITWHATISTHATANDWHERECANIGETONE!?" he screamed, startling the pikachu. I quickly despawned it so that he wouldn't electrify the place and cause an explosion.
"You don- oh, right. Nintendo doesn't exist. Long story short it's from before the world was Remnant." I stated.
[GRIS]
Before Remnant? That is too insane to be true! However, the name does imply that it was only a part of something bigger…
"What was it like?" I asked.
"For starters, there weren't any grimm," he claimed. Now I knew he was crazy. A world without grimm? Impossible.
"There were still things wrong with it, though. Racism, sexism, terrorism, discrimination based on religion, and that's just the tip of the iceberg, dude." he said.
I was growing somewhat suspicious and pushed the subject "And just how do you know all this?"
[CRAIG]
"Know it? I lived it! Oh, where are my manners? I'm Craig Wilson: survivor of Earth." I declared, hoping to sound cool.
"Uh, sure dude. Whatever you say. Anyway, the cost of making your weapon will be… let's see, about 536 lien." he replied.
"Ok… here you go." I paid him. I guess I tried a bit too hard. "So, how long should it be until I can get this?"
"About one to two days. Should be easy to make this." he said.
"Thanks. Well, see you in a day or two." I replied.
"Before you go, can I ask why you want this? I mean, it seems that you don't even need it, due to your Semblance." he questioned.
"Oh, that's because I'm going to Beacon when the term starts, and Ozpin wants me to have an actual weapon for if my Semblance is ever disabled." I parroted back to him.
"You're going to Beacon? Me too."
"Cool." I said. I didn't really know what to say now, so I kinda just… stood there for a few seconds. "Welp. Time to go."
[GRIS]
As he turned to leave, I gave my usual "Buh-bye!" but he seemed to tense up. As if I reminded him of something.
"Fischbach?" he asked.
"What?" I responded.
"I'm glad your ancestors made it." he sighed. With that, he walked out. I don't know what he meant by that, but suffice to say, the upcoming year at Beacon would be one to remember.
Yeah, this one was mostly just filler, but we met another Beacon student this chapter. (and yes, he is Markiplier's descendant) So, as always, review, follow, and favorite if you want to see more. Thanks!