The Ruinverse Chapter 52- Nightmares Made Real, a rwby fanfic

The screen began to bubble and boil as the familiar silver door rose from it's depths, the thick purple chains corroding and breaking apart as the door opened up and bathed everything in dark purple.

From the tainted light, came a single red eye that glared at the screen before the door slammed shut and everything became static, a crumbling rose symbol appearing every so often as the title began to form.

The Ruinverse: Chapter Fifty Two, Nightmares Made Real.

Xxxxxxx

-Remnant, Sanus, Somewhere in Patch-

RUSSLE!

CRACK!

SWISH!

The darkened forest echoed with the sounds of broken branches and the rustling of leaves, eratic in nature and with no rhyme or reason in their resonance as squirrels and birds darted away from the sounds, seemingly spooked by something.

CRACK!

RUSSLE!

Faster and faster went the figure, darting quickly away from the east as they didn't care for the branches cutting against their skin or their clothes becoming ripped from the thorns, they just ran towards the west like a scared rabbit from a ravenous wolf.

RUSSLE!

CRACK!

SNAP!

The stars shimmered in the sky as the moon illuminated the forest below, revealing a short fair skinned young girl with short brown hair that were tied into pigtails on either side of her head by black ribbons, a pink left eye and a brown right eye, wearing a long sleeved brown dress with dark brown cuffs, a white collar with a black ribbon attached to it, white stockings and black mary janes, running for her life as her clothes were torn from the branches and her mind racing from fear and horror.

CRACK!

RUSSLE!

She panted from near exhaustion, yet her body was filled with adrenaline as she pushed herself to the brink of pain, her eyes covered in her own tears, making her vision blurry with every second.

And yet, she ran with no signs of resting….everything was a blur to her but in the end…

She had to flee from death.

Silently gasping for air, she thought back to events tied to her own life, ones that spoke of a fate that could've been hers…if she didn't break the halcyon dream she built into her mind.

And it all started several months ago, in this very forest of Grimm.

(Flashback)

Fear.

That was all the young girl felt as she stared down the angry muzzle of an Ursa, its jaw coated in drooling black tar that made it even more terrifying for this impressionable girl's sanity.

"Grrrrrrr."

The girls' eyes dilated inwards as she felt like her life was about to end.

But life did she have? All she knew was pain, self-doubt and…abandonment, from both strangers and her own family. The ones that sent her to this unknown island…just because she couldn't be like 'normal' people?

How foolish of them…but what does cursing one's fate accomplish in light of the dangers of the Grimm, who hunger for the flesh of man and bring nothing but a painful death to all?

It was inevitable…it was death.

And death wanted her this day.

"Grrrrrrrrrr."

She closed her eyes and awaited the jaws of death to clamp around her neck, possibly breaking the eyes…the eyes no one knows or cares about.

FLASSSSH!

SSSLLLIIZZZZZ!

Yet it never came as the sound of burning flesh echoed in her eyes followed by silence.

"Are you ok?"

The girl's eyes slowly opened up in surprise, not expecting a woman's voice to ring in her ears as she turned her head upwards.

Only to see a short fair skinned woman with short shoulder length reddish black hair that was tied in the back in a semi half up and half down style, silver eyes, a F cup chest and small ass, wearing a white hooded cloak that was red underneath, a black high-neck décolletage blouse with studded wristbands on the arms, a black and white overbust corset, a black skirt with white tulle underneath, gray leggings and knee-high boots with red soles, looking down at her with a smile, her eyes glowing brightly for a few seconds as the dull gray hues vanished from reality.

"Are you lost?"

The girl stared at her in surprise, the feeling of fear leaving her as she faced her 'savior'. "..."

"Um...are you lost?" 'Is she too scared to talk?'

"..."

The woman raised an eyebrow before moving her left hand towards the girl, only for the child to flinch a little. "Oh you poor dear, I'm sorry I didn't come sooner."

The child shook her head and looked away, making the mysterious woman blink in surprise before realizing something.

This child wasn't from Patch, the clothes weren't from the island and judging from her attire, she might be from a city or a possible village somewhere in the Kingdom of Vale.

"Oh, I see. You're an orphan." she said while the girl flinched a little. "Where are you from?"

"..."

"Can't talk?" she asked while the girl looked away in shame. "Don't worry, you don't need to say anything, I really don't mind if you can talk or not."

The child stared at the woman with suspicion, seemingly giving her a glare akin to a lost cat.

"Oh don't look at me like that, I'm not going to eat you or something." She chuckled while extending her left hand out. "The names' Summer, and I just live up the road from here. You can stay awhile if you want."

"...?"

The woman now known as Summer smiled while the child felt hesitant to take her hand. "Come on, let's get you some food and shelter."

"..." the child looked upon the woman's angelic face and, with hesitation, took the woman's hand as everything faded away into white.

(Later)

Creeeeeek.

The sound of creaking wood rang across the darkened residence as Summer and her mysterious guest entered a quaint wooden cabin, one filled with the occasional cobweb or dust bunny, but otherwise was a normal 'house', as the woman smiled at the girl.

"Welcome to my um….humble abode. Please ignore the smell, that was last night's dinner." Summer chuckled nervously while the girl internally gagged at the smell. "If you want, you can check the bedrooms upstairs, just mind some of the rooms, I locked them up due to…hornet infestation."

The child's eyes widened in shock.

"The hornets are dead by now, but I lost the key." she said quickly while closing the door. "I'll prepare dinner, please, explore the house. That's what kids do at your age, right?"

"..."

"Um…..have fun." she said before quickly walking away, seemingly a little confused about even talking to a child, especially one that didn't talk back.

Staring at the room, the girl felt….mixed emotions bubbling within her heart.

The feeling of safety…and the feeling of foreboding dread.

"..." she looked around before walking towards the stairs, the creaking of wood echoing in her eardrums.

Creak.

"...?"

As she looked around, she felt….something unsettling about the house, but couldn't put her finger on what exactly was wrong about it….possibly paranoia? She has been living in luxurious comfort for most of her life and, while certain aspects of her life were….unsavory, this one house seemed to give her goosebumps.

It also didn't help that the smell…ugh, the smell was nauseating to her senses. Like putrefying bug spray mixed with bleach and weeks old milk….a nasty smell, and it reminded her of the smell that her 'honorable' uncle, Hei Xiong, occasionally had when he visited her…family.

All she knew now was that she was away from them…away from Vale…away from the Vanille name. A new start maybe? If Dr. Mazarin was here, maybe she would give her some advice on being in a strange new environment?

Who knows, but at this point in time, she was safe….maybe?

Creak.

Looking down the hallway, the girl seemed to feel slightly confused, as every doorway seemed to be locked, well to her knowledge at any rate, as she moved towards the far left door and turned the gold handle, revealed a quaint room with several Beowolf like dolls, a small white bed and several rows of bookshelves full of children's books, all about fairy tales.

"...?"

"Dinner is almost ready!" Summer called out while the girl blinked in surprise. "And it's…instant noodles. Sorry, but I didn't have much food before I found you, at all."

Looking back into the room, she began to close the door, feeling as if this house….was hiding something…foreboding.

(Some weeks later)

Clank!

The sound of wood being chopped rang across the area as Summer, her last name revealed to be Rose, was busy chopping down firewood for the fireplace, her strength seemingly unmatched as she slammed the ax down with enough force to split three stacks of wood, all on top of each other, in half at the same time.

Clank!

All the while, looking outside a nearby window, was the child, the same one Summer saved from the Ursa, her clothes cleaned and washed, staring outside with semi nervous eyes.

The child, named Trivia much to the older woman's surprise once she read the exquisite script napkin a few weeks prior during breakfast, had everything she needed.

A warm bed, a roof over her head, food and water…everything an eight year old should have at her age. Yet, she didn't feel safe, and she had no idea why. Maybe because of the isolation of the place, maybe the Grimm hiding in the woods, maybe even the hornet's nest on the properties' left border that nearly stung her to death?

But in either case, she felt isolated from the rest of the world, with Summer being the only one allowed to navigate the forest at night. Not that she could blame the woman, given she can destroy a Grimm with just her eyes alone.

Staring outside the window just a few feet away from the sink, she watched as this woman, who gave her protection from 'evil', hacked away at the wooden logs like a butcher with their quarry.

Clank!

Summer wiped the sweat from her brow before looking at the window, waving her left hand with a smile.

The girl shivered a little, feeling like her smile was…false? No, it wasn't false, it was just the light hitting her eyes….right?

Clank!

Right?

CLANK!

(A month later)

CRASH!

SHATTER!

"Oh my, what happened here?" Summer asked while walking into the room, only to see Trivia looking down at a broken plate, shattered upon the ground. "Oh dear, are you ok?"

"..." she nodded before noticing that Summer was picking the plate shards up with her cloak.

"Don't worry, I'll clean it." Summer smiled while walking towards the trash can, letting a majority of the shards fall into the metallic can before turning around. "There, all done…oh my, your hands."

The girl blinked before looking at her hands, confused as she didn't get hurt at all, but was suddenly grabbed by her hands by the woman's right hand.

"Oh my. Oh my my my." She muttered with worry as Trivia felt a sharp object against her skin, which was soon revealed to be blood pouring out of her palms by a deep cut. "You must've not realized the cut. It happens sometimes, but just stay here and I'll get some glaze. A bandage as well….if we have any, shoot. Need to get some."

"...?"

As the woman quickly walked away, Trivia felt the pain in her palms, the blood still bleeding badly as she…noticed something around the edges of the cut.

White porcelain shards.

Strange, given she was sure that she didn't get cut at all. But maybe the wounds were opened by accident when Summer held her?

Pain…so much pain and yet, she didn't feel it at all.

Was she going mad from paranoia or is she just overthinking everything?

After all….she was already a guest for a month, and any stir craziness that she would've felt before was all but gone, for the most part.

Still….she really was confused about the entire event. But at this moment, she was thinking of three things of importance, for a child that is.

One, will Summer get her the glaze so she can get rid of the pain?

Two, when will dinner occur, and will it be that 'taco' meal that Summer gave her a week ago? And if so…will it have that red meat she liked?

And three, will she meet other children?

The last one rang deep within her soul, for in all the time she has been here….she hasn't seen a single person come to that neck of the woods, not even a mailman or even a wandering child like herself.

Always Summer returning from a trip into town, always with bags of food, clothes, the occasional knife, and other random things that she brought through the wooden doors.

How strange.

"Here." Summer said while walking back into the room, breaking Trivia's thoughts as a q-tip drenched in glaze was rubbed against the open wounds. "Sorry about the wait, I misplaced them."

The girl clenched her hands a little in pain, the glaze hurting more than the actual cuts for some reason, as she saw Summer's worried expression.

"Sorry about that."

The child unclenched her fingers and turned away, feeling….slightly happy that she was being taken cared for, given her own mother…didn't seem supportive of her and her father just yelled at her.

But that was the past, and as of right now, she was in a safe place…so she lies to herself.

"I need to get some bandages." Summer said with a sad chuckle as she stood up. "It will only be a short trip into town, I promise I'll be back."

The girl turned her head and cocked it to the side.

"I really mean it, I won't be gone the entire night."

"..."

"I mean it, and I'll even get you some cake or something."

"..."

"Ice cream?"

"..." she nodded as Summer sighed.

"Well ok, but you do know the freezer is busted, so if I do get it, you need to eat it all in one sitting." She said with a teasing wink, making the girl deadpan at her. "Oh don't look at me like that, it wasn't my fault that you ate all of it and nearly got a stomach bug."

Trivia huffed slightly before seeing Summer walk off.

"Later my little bean sprout." she smirked as Trivia narrowed her eyes at the 'nickname', having hated it for a while now.

It was not her fault she was short, or that everything was placed on the highest shelves for no reason. It was just a slow growth spurt, that's all!

Still….why were they so high anyway? And precariously close to falling on her?

(Later that night)

"Trivia." Summer called out from the living room, currently resting on the couch and reading a book titled 'Humanity: Goals of Peace and War?'. "Can you come here for a second, I have something important to tell you."

Creak.

Summer looked up from her book to see the girl walking down the stairs, several bandages wrapped around her hands and lower neck, as she placed the book on the nearby table and turned to her. "Ah, there you are and I'm sorry about the broken bookcase. I didn't know it would fall on you."

"..." she instinctively touched her neck and winced a little.

"Please don't touch, it needs a month to heal. You're lucky it was only your stomach that got glazed by the nails, or it might have been your eyes or something." the woman said with a frown, although it changed to a smile in an instant. "But that was an accident, so don't worry too much about it. So, want to hear what I have to say?"

"..."

"Right, can't talk." Summer sweatdropped with a chuckle before putting her left hand on Trivia's head. "Trivia, you have been here for a while now, and since you seem to enjoy the company…."

The girl raised an eyebrow while internally thinking that somehow, despite being careful and less nervous about her current situation, the very atmosphere around the residence was coated in an 'aura' of bad luck.

Then again, it could be her own fault, she is a child after all and not used to cheaply made furniture falling on her.

"Mmmmm….so." Summer muttered before smiling a little. "I'm thinking of formally adopting you."

"...?!"

Crash!

The child's eyes widened in shock before falling backwards onto the ground, surprised that that was even an option, especially when it just came out of the blue.

"Oh gods, are you ok?" the woman asked with worry as she helped Trivia up, the girl's wincing in slight pain due to her butt hitting the hard wooden floor. "I didn't mean to hurt you, or surprise you about the adoption idea. It was just an afterthought…you don't have to agree to it."

"..." the girl stared at the older woman while contemplating the idea of adoption.

It was a rather big deal to a child, especially for one that was abandoned months prior, yet…she was hesitant for some reason.

Summer was nice enough, kept her fed, made sure she was protected….but something didn't click well in her mind. It was like she couldn't trust her fully, even though she did nothing but be kind to her in her darkest moment, for a child that is.

Perhaps it was just hesitation or even a tiny bit of paranoia?

"If you want, I can sign the paperwork for you." Summer said while placing Trivia on her lap.

"..." the girl deadpanned while crossing her arms cutely, feeling like she was being insulted.

The woman chuckled while patting her head. "Or you can sign them, you have until tomorrow to do it anyway. Just enough time to think about it. Sounds good to you, little bean sprout?"

She huffed and began lightly hitting the woman's chest with her fists, the woman's expression quickly changing from a smile to a frown and back again in an instant, although the young child didn't take notice of that due to her perceived embarrassment.

"Ha ha. Hit a nerve did we?" Summer chuckled, half heartedly in tone, as she looked up at the nearby grandfather clock and sighed, picking the girl up in her hands. "Well, time for bed. You have a long day tomorrow."

Trivia gave the woman a half hearted pout before silently yawning, her body tired, even if it was only eight at night.

Creak.

The sound of wooden boards rang in her ears as Summer walked up the stairs, the young orphaned girl's eyes slowly closing shut.

"There there." she said quietly, rubbing Trivia's head with her left hand as her expression seemed peaceful. "Get some sleep."

Creak.

Moonlight from the nearby window flashed across her face, revealing a small grin before the shadows overtook it.

"You have a busy day tomorrow, my sweet daughter."

(Several weeks later)

Knock knock.

"Coming." Summer called out while preparing lunch, her new daughter Trivia helping out by hitting the meat patties with a meat tenderizer. "I'll be right back, Trivia."

Wack!

Knock knock knock.

"Coming!" she called out while quickly moving to the front door and opened it, revealing a Valeian police officer at the door. "Um…yes?"

The man stared at the woman before pulling out a missing person's photo with…Trivia's face on it. "Ma'am, have you seen this girl?"

"...and who is she?"

"Trivia Vanille, only daughter of Councilmember Jimmy. She has been missing for months." the man said while Summer blinked.

"I see, but why come all the way to Patch?"

"It's the only place left in the entire Kingdom." he said calmly while peeking inside the house once in a while. "The entire force has scoured Vale and its surrounding settlements, only this place was left untouched. Please ma'am, tell me anything you know about the whereabouts of this child."

"Um, I really don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a simple hermit, never been to Vale in a long time and even then, why leave Patch? It's a nice place to stay, start a family, away from prying eyes." Summer said while the man seemed unconvinced, seemingly staring at her with confusion. "Um…how about you sit down on the couch for a while, I'm just making dinner at the moment-"

"Ma'am, I'm serious about this case. If she isn't found, then Councilmember Jimmy will die of a 'broken heart' or something." he said while Summer's eyebrow raised a little.

"What?"

"Apparently, he really missed his daughter, something about realizing that his 'wife' was the cause of his 'misfortunes' or something like that. He's in Miach Cecht General Hospital under intensive care due to mental instability."

"Medical instability? Define instability."

"He tried to kill his wife with an ax." the officer deadpanned while hearing the sound of plates clanging against each other. "Is there someone else with you ma'am?"

"Oh no, no one's here at all." Summer said with a chuckle. "No one at all."

"Ma'am, I need to check, just in case." he said while moving past Summer and into the house, not realizing that the woman was slowly moving towards the umbrella stand.

And…..

POW!

CLANK!

Whacked the man hard in the back of his head with a concealed mallet, breaking his skull as he fell upon the ground with a heavy thud…blood dripping from the head along with the occasional gray matter.

"Don't worry dear." Summer called out while looking down at the body. "I just saw a spider and killed it. Just keep tenderizing the meat while I finish cleaning the mess."

Trivia, oblivious of the dead body in the living room, nodded while hitting the patties again, although she did overhear a bit of the conversation Summer was talking to the visitor.

That her father was going insane without her presence.

This was….odd, didn't they abandon her for her…condition? Why would they be so distraught about her AFTER the deed!? It was so…unlike them.

Maybe it was a simple political stunt? Or maybe they did care for her in their own way…..nah! Like that would ever happen.

Still, it did make her think back to her current situation.

She was now a Rose, not a Vanille….yet she still felt like something was off about the entire situation. She was constantly getting into accidents, from falling trees in her room to nearly getting electrocuted by an electrical socket.

It was strange…and every time it happened…Summer was there.

Was it personal madness? Paranoia? Or maybe she was in serious danger?

Call it being nosy, but….she needed to know. But first things first, wait until nightfall, after all, she had dinner to complete….wait.

Trivia raised an eyebrow before pulling out a bone from within the patty meat, semi broken from the tenderizer yet still keeping its distinct shape. "...?"

And that shape?

A finger joint from a large animal, maybe a bear, a sea turtle? It was confusing for her, given she didn't study biology, but….did Summer forget to pull the bones out of the meat? Or did the meat she brought home yesterday raw?

Oh well, back to tenderizing.

Wack!

WACK!

(Later that night)

Tick.

The sound of a mechanical clock could be heard from the downstairs living room as Trivia, currently in her normal attire, having taken off her nightgown due to 'moths' eating it…again, tiptoed towards the stairs and moved down the creaky wooden boards.

Her reason for heading downstairs? Simple, she wanted to see the one place that Summer forbid her to check.

The basement….yes it was cliche in her mind and kinda idiotic of Summer to just forbid a place meant for storage….but at the same time, she really had no idea what was done there.

All she knew was it stank, it occasionally 'moaned' from 'termites' and it was the only place in the entire house that Summer would frequent everyday, not even her own room was that frequented.

Yet, she hoped to find out what was in there, purge the curiosity from her mind this once, and maybe, just maybe, find out what was so special about a basement.

Like, it was just a room full of wires, faulty Fire Dust powered boilers and rolly polly carcasses, nothing more, nothing less.

Creak.

Trivia clenched her hands tightly as she heard the loud creaking floorboards under her feet, which sounded like air turbines in this quiet abode, before finally stepping on the wooden first floor and looked around.

Only to see a small white door near the side of the stairway, locked by a golden chain.

Moving closer to the door, she noticed that the door's chain was a little lower than the other objects in the house, allowing her to move the chain from its lock, opening the door as she slowly pushed it open.

Creeeeeeeeeak.

A blast of foul air penetrated Triva's nostrils, making her gag in pain as she felt like someone threw a roadkill skunk at her face, maybe even a deer!

She silently groaned while waving her left hand over her nose, trying to get the smell away from her, wondering why it smells so….goddamn bad. However, she held her breath and moved down the stairs into the dark corridor, hoping she could endure the stench long enough to discover the basement's secrets.

Creak.

Down, down, down she went as the wooden steps creaked under her feet, the smell becoming more pungent with every passing second.

A small light caught the girl's eyes, however, a horizontal line at the very corner of the dark basement, which piqued Trivia's interest as she walked towards it.

Crack.

Only to step on something brittle, making her think of a very large bug's exoskeleton.

What if there was a cockroach or…worse, a very large millipede somewhere in this room?

As she moved towards the light, she noticed that the light was just from an Electric Dust powered bulb, something of a rarity in Vale after it began using Hard Light Dust powered bulbs.

Creeeek.

Opening the door with her left hand, she noticed that the room…was rather large compared to the bedrooms upstairs, covered to the brim with meat hooks, a large metal table in the center of the room with a black tarp covering it, a smaller wooden table near the left wall with a deep green book on it, and….a bloodied red ax embedded on the right wall as the red liquid seemed to be dripping down into a storm drain.

Trivia blinked in confusion and slight horror as she smelled the odor coming from somewhere in the room, only to walk towards the book and look upon its cover, titled 'Beacon Academy Yearbook: XXXX'. "...?"

Flipping through the pages, she saw boring things like the list of teachers, funny events, class curriculums, sports highlights, Vytal Festival statistics, and a single image of a guy wearing a kilt.

Overall….boring adult stuff that an eight year old would find uninteresting.

But as she moved towards the last few pages, she saw something that caught her eyes…

An entire two pages of scribbles, all written in black pen ink, and doodles across a full spread of Beacon's Huntsmen teams, with the majority of the scribbles written around the heads of four individuals.

Qrow Branwen.

Raven Branwen.

Taiyang Xiao Long.

And Ozpin.

Their images foreign to the young girl yet she felt a chill run down her spine as she saw the scribbles around their 'X'ed out faces.

False heroes.

Deceivers.

Oathbreakers.

Child soldiers.

Puppets.

Immortal slayers?

Magical fools.

Idiots behind the curtain!

Kill!

KILL!

As she felt her hands tremble from the scribbles' dark undertones, she noticed the team's name….Team STRQ.

Wait, wasn't there a team on the news? Yes, Team STRQ, Beacon's rising stars….until they were killed by an unknown figure, to her at any rate as she didn't watch the news at all, but…why would Summer have this in her basement, no wait, why would she even have such a place down here…with a bloodied ax!?

As she stared at the image one last time…she saw something that made her blood run cold….

Her adoptive mother's smiling face…in the center of the image.

Clang!

Trivia's eyes widened as she heard someone coming down the stairs, causing her to panic before seeing a small opening in the right side of the room, possibly a hidden compartment, and ran towards it as she closed the opening shut, only to notice that the compartment's 'door' was really a one way mirror looking inwards into the room.

Clang!

The sound became louder and louder as Trivia looked around the compartment, noticing that it wasn't a compartment at all, but a hidden entranceway to the garage above her, the door unlocked and seemed to be covered in dust, a sign of prolonged disuse.

Clank.

Looking through the glass, the girl saw Summer walking in with a large bucket in her left hand.

CLANK!

"Ok, clean bucket. Check." she said to herself while grabbing the ax off the wall. "Blood stained ax, check."

SWISSHH!

As the older woman removed the black tarp….Trivia looked on in horror as she saw a dead Valeian police officer, naked except for the VPD tattoo on his right arm, laying on the table…his skin a deadly shade of white as the woman raised her ax right towards the man's stomach.

CLANK!

SQUISH!

CLANK!

Chunk after chunk of flesh went flying across the table and floor, dark crimson blood splashing against the woman's face and clothes as she continually hacked away at the man, severing muscle and bone alike in the process of her maniacal swinging.

"Oh, this body will do nicely." Summer chuckled while ignoring the occasional liver fragment landing on her hair. "Very nicely."

CLANK!

Trivia held in the urge to vomit as the older woman, her own adoptive mother, continued to desecrate the body of a Valeian citizen, in cold blood.

"And soon."

CLANK!

"My little daughter will be next." she chuckled while unaware of the peeping tom. "Still, I really didn't expect to play the role of chess master with her. I mean by the gods, I wanted to cut her that day….but I needed to play with her."

CLANK!

SQUISH!

"She was fun to scare, letting 'bad luck' and 'accidents' hurt her every single day. I was even hoping she got an infection or two. But no, she survived to play another day." she giggled while cutting the head off of the now unrecognizable body. "Oh well, she was fun while it lasted. But my little daughter will be breaking sooner or later, and once that is done."

SQUISH!

Summer grinned while embedding the ax right into the skull. "I will kill her in 'self-defense', after all, she must be mad and all children are mad at heart. I mean look at Beacon, mad children with weapons, what a joke!"

And like that, the emotions and paranoid thoughts came rushing back into the child's mind like a title wave, all the times she was hurt, from the porcelain plate to the falling bookcase, the extreme distrust she felt that day with the Ursa….and the stench….it all made sense.

Summer Rose, the hermit of Patch…was the STRQ Slasher, the mad Huntsmen that killed her own team….and she was going to die…oh gods….she was going to die!

Her breath became erratic and quick as she turned quickly and ran away, ignoring the dead bodies laying on the ground or the fact her footsteps were heard by the woman.

She needed to run.

SHE NEEDS TO RUN!

SHE MUST RUN NOW!

(End of flashback)

CRACK!

SNAP!

WOOSH!

The girl's recollection was suddenly broken as she collided with a tree branch, cutting her forehead in the process as she fell on her back with a small thud on the dusty ground.

Shock and pain raced across her body as the moon shone down on her face, blood dripping downwards and temporarily dying her vision crimson.

In that moment of terror and paranoia….she felt her very mind shattering like glass, for what was her meaning in life?

Was she supposed to suffer endlessly? Always having a bad upbringing and death awaiting her at every corner!?

Was she supposed to die here or was she already dead and this was some form of divine punishment?

She was a bad girl, she realized it now. But why must she suffer? Why must everything spit acid and sweet venomous talk to her? Why must she trust the wrong people!?

Crack.

Shimmer.

Trivia blinked as her body glowed a pinkish aura…only for it to turn a sickly purple color as she heard glass shattered right near her head.

"Well well well, what do we have here?"

The girl's eyes widened before she quickly got up and turned around to see….Summer Rose right beside her, her form shimmering with sickly purple particles that coated her body like scales.

How!? HOW WAS SHE HERE!?

"A little girl, out in the woods?" she chuckled while grinning maniacally. "Oh right, you ran away from me. Well, too bad! I'm here now."

Trivia's eyes dilated in fear as parts of her hair became white as snow, the older woman moving ever closer to the girl.

"And I will never leave you, after all." She chuckled while an ax materialized from her right hand. "The fun is just starting."

The girl started to hyperventalilate with fear as the ax was raised upwards, the screen fading to black as Summer Rose's unhinged laughter rang out in the background.

Xxxxxxx

Name/Designation Title: Trivia Vanille/Trivia Rose (Nightmares Made Real Trivia Vanille- NMRTVRWBY)

Age: 8~9

Affiliation: Normal Evil.

Dimension: - 2099917- 44 NMRTVRWBY

Abilities: Enhanced speed, reflexes, agility and durability, low infiltration tactics (for a child), limited pickpocketing skills (for a child), high cunning (for a child), high aura pool (for a child), high manipulation skills (for a child), increased mental instability (via trauma and semblance).

Semblance(s): Overactive Imagination (due to an 'accident', the semblance is now 'attacking' its user.)

Bio: In this timeline, Jimmy and Carmel Vanille, two of Vale's most influential members of society, became tired of their daughter's, Trivia Vanille, inability to speak and semi-rebellious actions and chose to drug and abandon the eight year old on a boat heading to the island of Patch. Alone and afraid, she is forced to hide in the forests around Patch, escaping the Grimm and trying to survive, her semblance still not fully activated due to her young age, until by some miracle, she was found by a woman named Summer Rose, who lived in Patch for a while and felt 'bad' for Trivia's predicament, so adopted the girl on the spot. However, unbeknownst to the girl, Summer Rose was an ex Huntress from Vale, leader of Team STRQ….who went insane her third year, killed her entire team in their sleep before escaping the law by hiding in Patch, where she continued to practice her twisted ways on unexpecting people, including her new 'daughter'. But unlike her other kills, she chose to bide her time, experimenting on the girl to see how long she can last before driving her insane as well, which will allow her to 'act' in self defense and kill her with an ax before disposing of the body and continuing the cycle with another hapless victim. Unfortunately for her, Trivia was able to pick up on her 'bad signals' rather quickly and when she saw her 'mother' attempting to sharpen an ax head before bed, the young girl escaped, running for her life away from the serial killer's mad machinations. In the end, she was able to hide in the woods once more, but the terror of her experience activated her semblance and with it's unique properties fusing with her own nightmares, materalized a perfectly accurate version of Summer Rose herself, who now terrorizes the girl every single day, taunting her and giving her physical wounds so keep the girl in 'check', never able to escape the nightmare that is the Patch Huntress for the rest of her life. Trauma, no matter what form, can stick to one's mind and soul, molding the person either towards a better future or, in most cases, towards an inescapable prison of their own making.