The Ruinverse Chapter 90- Grimm Symphonies, 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 Ninety, Grimm Symphonies.

Xxxxxxx

-Remnant, Sanus, Vale, Business District, Alabaster Apartment Complex-

The dark red sun set beyond the western horizon as the camera loomed over a small city of brick lined houses, long dark gray poles with thin yellow wires connecting each one, wide dusty gray dirt roads that criss crossed the boundaries of the city, and large rectangular semi grayish white buildings that seemed to glow from both the setting sun's rays and the candle light of the many black lamp posts dotting the crossroads of this coastal city.

As the camera zoomed downwards, several strange dots moved across the dusty roads, revealed to be the shapes of slim semi-triangular automobiles, ranging from small to medium in size, that expelled a hazy smog from their exhaust ports and thick steam from their radiators.

Honk honk!

KAPOW!

Honk honk!

Looming over the easter portion of the district, it's vast shadow covering a small green park in its umbra, was a large red bricked rectangular apartment building with a small gray stairway leading to a circular black double doorway as bright light bulbs illuminated the rooms beyond the windowsills.

Yet within the left most window of the building's third floor, a faint amber glow illuminated the inside as the camera zoomed inwards, revealing a small light brown wooden apartment with a small white square fold-in bed, a wide wooden table and chair opposite of the bed, a single dark gray gas powered stove and sink near the table, a green triangular flower pot on the left corner of the table, a circular black heater with ten horizontal pipes sticking out from the back and sides, a single circular ceiling lamp and a large light blue bookcase with several golden trophies of various sizes and shapes lining the shelves, situated within as a figure sat on the nearby chair, seemingly focused on a large pad of paper resting on its surface.

Scrit.

The sound of graphite against the smooth wood pulp surface of paper emanated across the room as the figure hummed a tune, full of upbeat melody and hopeful notes, as they occasionally cracked their neck, allowing a loud POP to join the little jingle.

"Hum mmm mm hum mmm~" the figure hummed, the light fixture's glow revealing their form to be a tall tan skinned man with short dark brown hair, dark green eyes with light hazel irises, small freckles on the cheeks, wearing a light brown long sleeved jacket with two breast square pockets and turquoise lining, two small black buttons, a black vest with turquoise lining, a turquoise lapel in the left breast pocket with the initials 'O.P' stitched into it in fine satin red, a turquoise tie, a brown fedora with a turquoise lining, white gloves, a dull turquoise belt, narrow black trousers with cuffed bottoms, a turquoise ribbon on the right ankle, orange socks, black loafers with thin turquoise lining, and holding a thin green pencil in his right hand, as his expression was filled with joy and happiness, akin to a child.

RING!

The figure stopped humming as he turned towards a large three pronged dark brown cube with a black glass-like screen, two long antennae on the sides, bronze plating near the sides and legs, a single white circular knob on the lower left side of the screen with red lines on the inside, and two long triangular nodes with black cable connecting it to the back of the box, situated near the bed and placed the pencil on the table as he moved towards the box before grabbing one of the nodes.

Twang!

Beep.

"Hello, Oscar Pine residence. How can I help ya?" he said while putting the node near his left ear, the cord stretching outwards as he began walking about the tiny apartment room. 'I hope this isn't another insurance scam from Taurus International. Gods, I hate those bastards.'

"Hey Pines, it's me, Sienna." spoke a calm yet relaxed feminine tone from the other end of the node, making Oscar internally groan. "How's the studio's number one animator doing?"

'I'm only your second best, you know this Sienna Ironwood!' he thought while trying to sound calm and collected, forcing a false smile to no one at all. "Fine, still kicking."

"Ah, still living in that ramshackled apartment?"

"Yes. But what is it? I'm busy with the next cartoon."

"That's what I wanted to talk to ya about." Sienna chuckled from the other end of the node. "The boss man wants a progress report on the next symphonies cartoon. Detailed to be exact."

"It will be ready when it's ready, I told your hubby multiple times." Oscar frowned. "One can't rush progress, especially with the symphonies."

"Pines, please. You've been saying that for a week now and to be frank, the boss isn't happy his cash cow isn't getting produced quickly. We have to animate the finished stills very soon."

"And you will get it, after I finish the finer details."

"This is a cartoon Pines, not a painting."

"Even cartoons need finer details Sienna, now if you don't mind I have a cartoon to finish."

"Wait-"

Click.

"UGH!" Oscar groaned while putting the node back on the cube's side, rubbing the sides of his eyes in frustration. "Capable of communicating with the world, showing the wonders of animation and yet Scrolls don't have the ability to silence unnecessary secretaries. Or in her case the boss' yes woman."

As the man grumbled and stood near his desk, he began to ponder why he was even answering to a person that would never understand his passion in a million years.

Yet…the answer was all the same. He needs the funds, the fame and the power of animation to bring his dream to life.

After all, without Oz Entertainment, Vale's greatest animation studio, he was just…nothing but a man craving the impossible dream, the dream to make everyone happy.

"Ugh…damn short sighted idiots." Oscar muttered to himself before taking a seat at his desk, grabbing his pencil in the process as he began to draw once more, each stroke given the utmost of care and balance. "The symphonies will be my lasting legacy for Remnant kind, everyone knows that….but, will they remember the artist or the cartoon?"

Scrit.

Scrit….scrit.

"..."

Looking upon the sheet of paper with a forlorn face, he placed the pencil on its side and took a heavy sigh of discontent.

'I'm one of Oz Entertainment's best animators and artists, yet this feeling of loneliness never leaves me.' he thought while closing his eyes a little. 'It sinks its teeth into my soul like a wild beast, yet I can't break its grip….for how could I? No one cares for Oscar Digory Pines, only my cartoon, my…RWBY Symphonies, nothing more.'

As the man took another sigh of discontent, he turned his head towards the window and gripped his right hand tightly, feeling a sudden sense of resolve flooding his body as he quickly got up and closed the curtains.

"Well, if the masses don't want anything to do with me, I will create those that will appreciate my talents." he muttered with a frown. "Then I'll be free of this demon of loneliness."

(A few minutes later)

Sissle.

Oscar, now clad in black robes, carefully walked around the dimly lit apartment, a deep black vertical eye-like symbol drawn upon the floor by black ink as several red candles were lit around the circle, his right hand holding a white cereal box labeled 'Pumpkin Peters Frosted Wheat Flakes' in red script as his left hand held a single black pen between his index and middle fingers.

Sissle.

"Candles made from sheep's blood. Lit upon the hour of midnight." he muttered to himself while looking at the cereal box's back, revealing a strange black angler fish-like mascot with dark purple shades and red gloves pointing to a small box labeled 'Golem Animation: Marvel your friends with magic!' in golden letters. "Placed upon the seal of [REDACTED] that was drawn with ink. Ok, all I need now is my medium and so…blood. Ugh, why blood?"

Moving his body towards his desk, the cartoonish placed the pen on the gray circular pen holder and grabbed a single large paper sheet, with the scripted yet blocky words 'RWBY Symphonies' on the far left corner along with the initials 'O.P', before putting the paper, its central content obscured by the dark shadows, in the center of the circle.

"Now…for the blood….ugh." Oscar groaned while quickly grabbing a pen and stabbed his right thumb, wincing in pain as the drops fell upon the paper. "Now…the chant. Let's see….Exsurge o ichor animae meae, infunde te nudo somnio. Forma desiderii fatum tuum est."

As the cartoonist continued to chant this strange unnatural language, with some difficulty, the circle's ink began to ooze inwards and cover the paper, its surface bubbling like tar as the candles started to melt into the ink.

"Capitulum secundum. Contractus. O mare antiquum sine fine visionum, perduc desideria cordis mei. Nihil refert, nisi natum conclusionem somniantis."

Gurggle.

"Coniuro nomina vera. Nix invoco, Noxque voco, nihilque voco, Nilque in hoc saevi mutati Corde mari vultus scientiae ac sapientiae. Consiste tempestatem crudelis consili, et ad me perduc ad vitam aeternam."

Gurggle.

"Medium infunde, dum munus ablata mors aufert. Nutu regis nil, vitam dona mea!"

As the light of the candles faded into the darkness, the bubbling sound began to grow louder and louder, before suddenly stopping as a wave of silence overtook the room.

"..." Oscar blinked as he felt like the ritual was a success, but barely as he took off his robe and opened the curtains.

Only to discover that the circle and his piece of paper were….gone, leaving nothing but a squeaky clean floor.

"...of course." he grumbled to himself before opening the window and threw the cereal box out as he slammed the window shut. "A cereal box would have a fake spell on it. Stupid Pumpkin Peter's advertised trash."

As the man turned around and moved towards his bed, he failed to realize that his 'Scroll's' cubed screen was turning on by itself, four sets of eyes staring out from the static.

(A few hours later)

Stomp!

"Uh…wha?" Oscar groaned, currently wearing a simple turquoise shirt and pants, as he slowly woke up from his sleep, his white nightcap falling off his head in the process. "Who?"

Stomp!

"Hey, knock it off." said a gruff yet feminine voice from the darkness, which reminded the man of a Valeian deckhand. "Stop twirling like a seal."

"It's called dancing you buffoon." spoke a semi-proper yet offended feminine voice as the stomping sound continued, making the cartoonist groan even more. "And I need to warm up."

"By stomping like an elephant?" said a deadpanned yet alluring feminine voice that seemed to have a small 'Mistrali' accent, in Oscar's mind that is. "Because that isn't going to wake up the dead at all."

"At least I don't dress like a whore!"

"It's called a kimono, and you're one to talk with that attire."

"Why you-"

"Hey now." said a cute yet mature girly voice as the other three voices became silent. "Let's just relax, find something to eat and then find some Grimmys to hunt. What about it, gals?"

'Wait….those voices? They sound…no, impossible, Scroll cartoons aren't capable of using audio.' Oscar thought while opening his eyes and moved his left hand towards a matchbox, only to drop it. "Damn it, not again."

"Want a match?"

"Yes…thanks." He grumbled while hearing a snapping sound followed by his table lamp being lit up, an ember orange glow filling the room like a small bonfire.

"Anytime mac."

"..." 'Wait, that catchphrase...only one person even uses that!'

As quick as a jackrabbit, the cartoonist sprang up from his bed and….saw something that made his jaw drop in disbelief.

For right near the bed were four….girls, each one different and….seemingly out of place in the color dominated world the cartoonist was born into.

The first of these girls was a tall semi muscular chalk white skinned woman with long black hair that went to her hips and faded to pure white near the tips, a cowlick on top of her head, pure black eyes, a I cup chest and large ass, thick black anchor tattoos on her upper shoulders, wearing a sleeveless white dress shirt with black lining on the collar and waist, a ripped V-shaped tear around the chest that revealed black bandages and two snake-like tattoos on the upper cleavage, a black scarf that went down to her hips, a small white cap with a single round 'eye' shaped hole on the right side, dull gray pants with a white patch on the left knee and black boots, whose expression was filled with brimming confidence as her right hand was covered in black flames for a brief moment.

The second girl was a tall thin chalk white skinned young woman with long white hair that was tied into a small bun by a black ribbon, dull black eyes, a E cup chest and wide ass, short black fingernails, wearing a black sleeveless leotard with gray gemstones around the chest and hips, a short hip length light gray skirt, thin black leg warmers and small white pointed flats, whose expression was filled with surprise as she was currently stretching her left leg over her shoulder like a rubber band.

The third girl was a tall slim chalk white skinned young woman with long wavy black hair that went to her back, pure white eyes with light black cateye eyeshadow, two black triangular ears with puffy white fur on the tips, a F cup chest and massive ass, a long black split tailed tail that wrapped around her waist like a makeshift obi, four long black curved claws jutting out from the sleeves and tipped with white metallic points, wearing a black full body one-piece robe with extremely long rectangular sleeves that trailed down to her feet and were lined with dark gray triangle lining at the ends, a long black skirt that trailed down to her feet and had two thin white side slits near the hips, a light gray undercoat with pure white lining near the circular collar, a black cloth covering her mouth with four white fang-like markings near the lip area, small white triangular plates on the upper hips, shoulders, and chest, white tabi and dark gray two pronged geta with four black claw-like points at the front, whose expression was deadpanned yet alluring to the cartoonist as she was fanning herself with a black paperfan.

And the final girl was a tall slim chalk white skinned young girl with short messy chin length black hair sporting light gray tips, silver eyes with black kohl, black lipstick, a C cup chest and wide ass, small pointed fangs, short triangular light gray ears with black pointed tips, long white clawed four fingered paws with black fur covering the hand and extended to the lower wrists, a long black furred tail that was puffy at the tip and coated in white, wearing a long black shoulderless dress with long dark gray triangular sleeves attached to the lower armpits by two black garter belts, a curved low collar with white lining at the points, a white S-shaped bust bodice-like corset with gray lining on the sides and went to her hips, a small white bowtie, a small black straw hat with curved white fangs attached to the sides, slim white glasses with pointed horn-like protrusions on the sides of the frames on her forehead, ten black dotted beaded necklaces wrapped around her neck and down to her stomach, a long flared ankle length black skirt with wide light gray openings near the lower legs, white silk stockings with black garters attached to the sides of the skirt and large black furred four clawed paws with a long white heel-shaped claw in the back, whose expression was mature yet childish as she smiled at the cartoonist's direction.

"...Team….RWBY?" Oscar said while pinching his left cheek, wincing in pain as he realized it wasn't a dream at all. "

"Yeah. Names Yang Xiao Long, the Boxing Fiend." the tattooed woman said with a grin. "And I'll be sailing with ya across the five seas."

"Since we are giving out names, I'll star-"

"Names Blake Belladonna, the Ninja and kunoichi of Mistral." the two tailed woman interrupted the white haired woman, making her glare at her in anger, her eyes turning into literal daggers in the process. "And unlike the near naked fool, I will be serving you with my life."

"You little!" she growled before calming down and turned towards Oscar. "Nevermind the cat, my name is Weiss Schnee, the Ballerina. Be it dancing or just protection, I will be there for you faster than a certain whore."

"Again, not a whore. That's your job."

"You litt-"

BONK!

SPLAT!

"Ow!" Both girls yelled while getting flattened into pancakes by Yang's fists, only for them to inflate like balloons and return to normal instantly. "Yang!"

"Stop acting like squabbling seagulls and let Ruby finish the introductions so we can let our host speak finally. Or do ya want another wallap to the face?"

Both shivered in fear as silver eyed chuckled a little at their expense.

"Sorry about them, still distrustful of each other's…attire. Names Ruby Rose, the Wolf." the woman chucked. "And I'll help guard you from all those nasty Grimmys, sugar~"

"...it worked..." Oscar muttered in disbelief as he felt his heart skip a beat. 'The spell actually worked! Team RWBY is alive! Speaking in the voices I imagined them speaking! No cut content, no revisions to their true selves, no new characters to hamper their progression, just them, alive…and speaking to me!'

Looking upon the living cartoons…his cartoons, Oscar felt like the specter of loneliness was gone, replaced with the angelic feeling of belonging, for his cartoons were his, no one else's, they were loyal only to him and…they cared for him.

Yet he knew that if they attempted to leave, Oz Entertainment would find and 'rebrand' them into something bland and….unlike his vision. A nightmare scenario for him…and he would never let them go, he will protect them from the rest of Remnant's cruel population, to keep them safe from harm.

For if the mediums are undone…the life he gave them will be exchanged for his own.

'I promise, I will keep them safe from the world until I know that the world is ready for them….to see them as people, not merchandise.' he thought to himself while not noticing the girl's eyes briefly forming heart-like irises. 'But first things first, make sure they can get along with this…very cramped space. Oh boy….this might be a hazard.'

"Hey got any grub? I'm starving."

"You're always starving Yang." Weiss deadpanned while Blake rolled her eyes.

"Same with you."

"That's because I'm always dancing." She huffed while busy spinning around the room, looking more like a mini tornado than an actual woman.

"Weiss! Stop!" Ruby yelled. "Your going to-"

BAM!

"YEOW!"

"Crash." Ruby facepalmed while Weiss went, face first, against the left wall, her body now as flat as wallpaper, tiny black birds and stars swirling around her head.

"Ugh….."

'Yeah, maybe I should find a bigger place before the landlady comes up and yells at me. Ugh, that dame Cinder is nasty when she yells, despite being my age.'

(Several months later)

-Vale, Business District-

Rumble rumble.

Dark clouds loomed in the western portion of the city of Vale as Oscar walked down the street, making sure none of the housebound wagons or, in his opinion, the crazy asinine 'Dust powered car' drivers had the chance to run him over, a brown bag held over his right shoulder in a protective manner.

Within this bag were his latest works, the latest RWBY Symphonies made by him and for the public's consumption. A ray of hope for this otherwise boring and less exciting world of Remnant.

Yet this didn't make him happy…instead, it was the thoughts of his 'daughters', Team RWBY, who are at this moment keeping his apartment safe from robbers and thieves. Such good girls, such good roommates and good heroines, Huntresses that save the day.

Looking back, Oscar recalled the unique quirks of each girl he helped create, cartoons influenced by his own childhood in the Valeian farmlands and a longing for excitement in an otherwise boring world.

Yang, a foul mouthed brawler of a woman and capable of turning her arms into corkscrews of power when angered, yet motherly to a fault and capable of making a good pun, once in a while.

Weiss, the snooty and ballet dancer incapable of standing still and using her legs to bring Grimmy fools to an early grave in the stratosphere, yet a kind hearted girl with the best of intentions…who can't stand her ninja themed teammate's attire even for a second, even though she barely wears anything at all, along with having a fear of having her toes crushed.

Blake, the deadpan and stoic kunoichi capable of making fools of her enemies through her disguises, yet seductive and kind to those closest to her…although for some reason she has been acting 'seductive' to the man, but it was chalked up to practicing her ninja skills for battle.

Ruby, the cute and semi innocent wolf girl that can slash and bite her opponents to shreds at blazing speeds, yet surprisingly mature for her age and capable of keeping her teammates under control when it counts…although she was also known to steal food when no one was looking, especially cookies.

All of them were unique, adorable, affectionate and overall…his unique daughters that he must protect from harm at all costs.

'I hope they don't mind me being late. I had some…talks with another studio.' he thought to himself while recalling the day's earlier events vividly in his mind. 'Very...important talks with Miss Goodwitch.'

Yes, a woman entered Oscar Pines' life, and who'd blame him for that? He became confident after bringing his creations to life and after several near misses with the authorities and his daughters, he decided it was time to find a wife that could fill in the void in his heart, which never went away, and the role of maternal figure to the girls, whose parents were never created nor expanded upon despite the best 'attempts' by Oz Entertainment and his own stubbornness for change.

And this woman…was Glynda Goodwitch, animator for Oz Entertainment's rival company, Salem Animations, whose famous work, JNPR Symphonies, was a blatant ripoff of his own design yet focused more on romantic comedy over actions…and that somehow reeled him into the embrace of romance, made him consider her to be a worthy successor to his RWBY Symphonies, and made him feel alive once more.

No longer did he feel like he was nobody, he felt…happy, even happier than when he helped bring his daughter to life.

'Maybe I should tell the girls about her? Maybe they'll take a shine for her, and her characters. Mmmm….The RWBY+JNPR Show? Sounds promising, and perhaps it can become a, what's the word again, oh yes, a franchise. Although that might be a long shot, our cartoons are popular but not that popular.' he thought with a smile as he moved closer and closer to the Alabaster Apartment Complex, failing to notice that the building seemed…unnerving for some reason. 'Oh, I just know Yang would have fun with that Jaune character, same with Ruby. But the Nora, Ren and Pyrrha characters with Blake and Weiss….not so sure. Maybe they'll like the idea, or just ignore them?'

But as he entered the building and moved upwards towards the third floor, Oscar felt a chill run down his spine, despite the weather being warm.

"Huh, perhaps a cold front is about to show up? Wouldn't be the first time that happened in Vale." he muttered to himself before reaching the third floor and turned a corner, his apartment room door coming into view. "Now, to check on my cute daughters."

Yet as he moved closer to the door-

SLAM!

Two long rectangular black sleeves erupted from the blackened room as a tattooed right arm and a clawed left arm grabbed his legs, the sleeves covering his face and mouth like spider webs before quickly dragging him into the room.

SLAM!

The door quickly slammed shut as the sounds of muffled screams and cartoonish sound effects were heard in the background before everything faded to black.

(Several hours later)

Knock knock knock.

"Hello? Oscar? Are you in there?" called out a worried feminine voice as a tall fair skinned woman with long semi curly platinum blonde hair that went down to her shoulder blades, bright green eyes, dark purple lipstick, a G cup chest and wide ass, wearing a dark purple long sleeved dress with navy blue lining, a long straight dark purple skirt with thin navy blue lines that went below her knees, a thick black wool long sleeved jacket with gray fur lining the cuffs of the sleeves, collar and hemline, a gray close fitting cloche hat, thin rectangular glasses, a thin gold necklace with curved spiral onyx gemstones wrapped around it, light gray gloves, a wide dark purple sash with light purple fluffy balls on the ends tied around her waist and gray knee length mary jane shoes, stood outside Oscar's apartment door, knocking on the door with her left fist as she seemed a little worried and frustrated. "Oscar?"

Knock knock knock knock.

"Oscar Pine, are you in there?" she called out again while knocking once more on the door. "Oscar!" 'I know you were busy with your cartoon, I would be as well if you didn't call me for something important….just what is going on here?'

Creak.

The woman blinked as the door creaked inwards, seemingly unlocked despite her constant banging, as the stench of decay filled her nostrils along with the smell of ink. "What the?"

As she slowly opened the door, her eyes widened as the place was a complete mess, the walls and ceiling covered in viscous black ink as the furniture were broken into a thousand different sized pieces, the only thing not destroyed being Oscar's desk, which seemed to be untouched by the carnage.

"What…on Remnant's good ground is this!?" she screeched in shock as she noticed red scratch-like letters carved into the walls, all with various scripts and sizes yet all seemingly dripping with the same black ink as the ceiling.

[Monster!]

[Betrayer!]

[Traitor!]

[Womanizer!]

[Breaker of hearts!]

[He was OURS!]

[Witch!]

[Man Eater!]

[HE'S OURS!]

The woman's face grew cold with fear as she turned her head towards the broken bed, only to see….a horrible sight.

The body of her lover, Oscar Digory Pine, lying lifeless against the wooden fragments as his head was mashed inwards by a blunt object, his legs and arms sliced to ribbons and forcibly pushed into his broken lower jaw, his chest was caved in and his organs thrown haphazardly about as if an animal had eaten him alive.

And all around the wall, besides the corpse were the same red letters, all forming a single word that gave the woman a near heart attack experience.

[BALUS!]

"Oscar…oh gods…no…." the woman muttered in disbelief as tears formed in her eyes, the camera zooming towards the table as it loomed over a simple cartoon drawing, one featuring the smiling faces of Team RWBY, waving to the unseen audience in an unknown forest meadow. 'Who would have perpetrated this….carnage?'

Yet…within the center, between Ruby and Yang, was…Oscar, his body lacking all pigment as his body seemed to be struggling to get out of their grasp…his face forever stuck on an instance of pure terror as his mouth was wide open.

A cry for help that will never be answered as the entire screen faded to white, a single line of black letters looming on the white background for a brief minute before everything went pitch black once more.

[That's all folks!]

Xxxxxxx

Name/Designation Title: Oscar 'Digory' Pine (Grimm Symphonies Oscar Pine- GSOPRWBY)

Age: 26

Affiliation: Ultimate Evil (Normally Normal Evil but due to his use of black magic and his creations, it's been raised up to Ultimate Evil)

Dimension: - 3021920- 42 GSOPRWBY

Abilities: Enhanced stamina, endurance and intelligence (hampered by loneliness and short sightedness), animation knowledge and skills (limited to traditional rubber hose style due to the time period), high drawing skills and knowledge, limited magic potential (not experienced in the field at all), limited magical knowledge (not experienced in the field at all).

Semblance(s): None (Semblances were not unlocked in this timeline due to the absence of Grimm and Huntsmen.)

Bio: In this timeline, the Twin Gods chose not to interfere with their new creations, humanity, and destroyed the Grimm to pave the way for a brighter future for them as they left the planet, allowing magic to exist but in small quantities so a select few can lead humanity as kings and emperors of their respective empires. Yet, over the generations, magic would start to fade into the background as humanity, knowing nothing of the Grimm and thus never needing magic or Huntsmen to defend themselves, lived their lives unchallenged and created two kingdoms over time, named Vale and Mistral, that have influenced the culture and history of Remnant as a whole, especially during the early years of '1920 XX'. During this period of growth, the concept of Scrolls began much earlier than in the main timeline but were rudimentary at best, only making calls and, a first for anyone during that time, allowed people to watch black and white films, which soon allowed for the creation of cartoons due to the popularity of the film industry itself. Many 'cartoonists' rose to prominence during this generation, with many of them influencing the masses with their products, but one of the cartoonists that wanted to bring joy to Remnant with his animations was Oscar 'Digory' Pines, a semi successful cartoonist working under the animation giant, Oz Entertainment and sole creator of a passion project that became an instant hit overnight. These cartoons, called RWBY Symphonies, stared the all female leads of Ruby 'The Wolf' Rose, Weiss 'Ballerina' Schnee, Blake 'The Ninja' Belladonna, and Yang 'The Boxing Fiend' Xiao Long, as 'Huntresses' that fight comically overexaggerated monsters called 'Grimmy' and getting into insane hijinxes along the way, usually ending with the girls winking at the cameras. This smash hit, unique for the time and entertaining for all ages, allowed Oscar to become the head animator for this classic cartoon...yet despite his fame, he felt alone in the world, as no one really understood his dreams or his passion for animation, always ignoring him when RWBY Symphonies isn't part of the conversation. His passionate dreams of bringing joy to the world were always tossed aside in favor of adding more characters or making changes to his formula. Due to this treatment and his growing interest in his cartoon, the only thing that he loved most in the world, he became obsessed with his creations, wanting nothing more for them to be alive like him, not 2D drawing on a blank paper sheet. This resulted in him researching the long forgotten arts of magic, and its black magic subsection….which he found on a cereal box ironically, to find a method of bringing Team RWBY from 2D to 3D life, which lead to him stumbling on the forbidden magic known as Golem Animation, a dark form of magic that allowed one to create life from any medium used in exchange for the user's life if the magic is ever undone. Once the spell activated, Team RWBY came into the real world, their form 3D but still retaining their rubber hose style of 'powers', and instantly took a liking to Oscar, viewing him as their creator and best friend, much to his happiness. Over the course of a year, the five would live together under Oscar's watchful eye as if his creations were discovered they might be taken away by Oz Entertainment, as Team RWBY would slowly develop feelings for him…but in a more possessive manner compared to others, viewing him as their only lover and their only creator, as they not only try to make him happy but also prevent anyone from harming him…even if they have to kill others to do so. Yet, Oscar is ignorant of their possessive nature and only sees them as his daughters, nothing more, which soon caused him to slowly break his obsession and turn to others to fill the gap in his heart, including the beauty known as Glynda Goodwitch, a fellow cartoonist and owner of the rival animation studio, Salem Animations, who falls for Oscar and vise versa during the course of a month. Due to the two animators seeing each other more frequently, Team RWBY, who felt cheated out of their happiness and sees Glynda as a thief, decides to take a drastic move to get Oscar all for themselves….by dragging HIM into their world and turn HIM into a cartoon like themselves, at the cost of his being ripped out of his body permanently and for the Golem Animation spell to be broken as a result. On the day Oscar would propose to Glynda, Team RWBY cornered him and dragged him back into the 2D world, his body ripped apart from the transition as his soul now wanders the world of RWBY Symphonies, unable to escape or warn others of his fate. In time, his cartoons, once beloved, would fade from public memory, the series disappearing into obscurity along with the name Oscar 'Digory' Pines…a wish for happiness, forever lost in the inky abyss of fleeting nostalgia. In a way, Oscar did get his wish for companionship…but even that was twisted by his own ignorance and lack of sense, now a prisoner in a world he helped create for the happiness of others…fractured into a nightmare of his own design, a world of Grimm Symphonies.