What if Jaune found a strange card that sent him to the world of Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's? As a Signer, can he save his new home and the home he grew up in? Or are both worlds doomed to the wrath of the Earthbound Immortals?

RWBY/Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's

Pairing: Possibly Jaune x Penny (but probably not for a long time.)

Story Title: The Machine Signer

Story Start...

"What did I do to deserve your wrath, Monty Oum?" Jaune asked himself.

That's a question that Jaune Arc often asks himself these days. After Cardin had revealed his forged transcripts to the whole school, he was treated as a complete outcast amongst his peers. Not even his 'friends' were at all understanding or accepting of him after hearing about them. And that sucks for Jaune, because he was beginning to feel romantic feelings towards his partner, Pyrrha.

Now everyone at Beacon, sans the staff and Ozpin, go out of their way to make Jaune's life a living hell. Just today he's suffered from Pyrrha shredding his homework, Nora eating his breakfast, Blake slipping hot sauce into his iced tea, and he almost died in combat class when going up against Cardin and the rest of team CRDL all at once! But the emotional pain easily outweighed the physical pain.

The only comfort he had was that his family was a little more understanding and accepting of what he did. While they were disappointed in him for forging such important documents, they understood that he only had the best of intentions.

In fact, they planned to come over for a month to spend some family time with Jaune.

But right now, we find Jaune lying down in a hammock he set up in one of the courtyard's trees. He has been sleeping in the courtyard for the past couple of weeks since he doesn't feel safe in the dormitories, despite Glynda's assurance that nothing bad would happen to him. As Jaune continued to stare up at the starry night sky, a shooting star blazed past the sky.

'Oh great shooting star… if you really do grant wishes, then I just wish that I could escape this hell on Earth that has become my life.' Jaune thought to himself.

As he settled into his hammock for the night, Jaune had no idea that his wish was going to come true.

*The Next Day…*

Jaune walked into professor Port's class with his usual depressed scowl on his face. He didn't dare sit near anyone, unless he wanted to be the unlucky victim of multiple pranks and hurtful notes.

"Ah, mister Arc. How nice of you to join us!" greeted Port. "And just in time, too! I was just about to begin a story about how me and my old team became such great comrades and overcame our differences to become the greatest team of our generation!"

Now normally, Jaune wouldn't mind listening to such a story. But after everything he's been through recently, he can't seem to work up the need to care.

"And I care, because…?"

His reaction certainly startled all of the students. Has their wrath towards him finally caused the once sunny Arc boy to snap under the pressure?

"Because it will help you mend your relationship with your friends, and possibly make your friendship stronger than ever?" Professor Port offered as an answer.

But it didn't seem to work.

"Are you still on about that?" Jaune asked. "The old Jaune might've needed that advice, but this is a NEW Jaune. And he doesn't care about a bunch of so-called friends who would sever their friendships with him just because of a few papers! It's actually quite meaningless, if you ask me."

Seeing the concerned look on the professor's face and the hurt looks on the faces of his former friends, Jaune knew he'd struck a nerve.

"Look, professor, if you want to tell yet another story about your Glory days with your team, go ahead! Who cares?" Jaune said. "I certainly don't! Not one bit!"

But later that day, we find out that he really DOES still care.

Sitting on a bench after Doctor Oobleck's class had let out for the day, Jaune was mentally preparing himself for his first therapy session with the fast talking teacher. Surprisingly, Oobleck was decked out in an old timey therapist outfit, complete with thick rimmed black glasses, and was actually speaking at a normal speed.

"So tell me what's been bothering you." Oobleck instructed.

"Well you see, doc, it's been over two months already." Jaune said.

"It's been that long?" Oobleck asked, adjusting his glasses.

"Yes. And you see, that's the actual problem." Jaune replied as he began to explain. "You see, once I was made an outcast because of my transcripts, I figured that I would just wait it out. You know, that Pyrrha and…"

"We don't say their names here!" Oobleck said, cutting Jaune off. "It is a safe place!"

Jaune grinned sheepishly and sunk into the cushioned bench.

"Right, uh, sorry doctor. Well, I just assumed that eventually over time, they would just get over it and let this all be water under the bridge."

Jaune's eyes grew saddened as he sank further into the bench.

"But they just won't let up. I mean, like, at all! They just keep getting worse and worse, and it looks like at this rate I'll never live long enough to see graduation day! I… I just don't know if I can take any more of this abuse…"

As Jaune sank even deeper into the cushioned bench, Doctor Oobleck had just written down everything that was spoken. He was actually quite disappointed in his students and was determined to help out the young boy receiving therapy from him in any way possible.

"I see. It seems to me like your friends are victims of a mix of peer pressure and their own pride in their abilities as huntsmen and huntresses. It's quite the conundrum." Oobleck said.

"Yeah…" sighed Jaune before he asked "What is that again?"

"Oh, just a confusing or difficult problem." Oobleck explained.

"Yes… problem. I wish there was someway I could dispose of my problem!" Jaune said.

"Yes… One can hope." both he and Oobleck commented simultaneously.

*To Be Continued/Adopted…*

You know the drill, let me know if you want me to make this a full story! And if you want to adopt it, go ahead and let me know so we can discuss the details.