Apparently people really dug Psycho Ruby last chapter, so here's a little non-canon thing. This idea came to me and I just had to write it. Warning, this chapter might actually be pretty scary if you ignore the (very dark) humor. For those who like that kind of thing, enjoy.

Bob the Faunus was sincerely regretting his choices in life right now.

Join the White Fang, they said. Fight for equality, they said. He was too old for that garbage, he thought, but when his wife and three kids - all grown men themselves - joined the cause he had no choice but to follow. What followed after was years of guerilla fights, bombings, and following men less than half his age into almost certain death. All for equality, or so everyone said.

And now where did it end? Him and his squad face down on the floor of some dirty warehouse while a fifteen year old girl mopped the floor with them. She was a huntress-in-training, one of the ones alongside Blake Belladonna causing them so much trouble, but that did little to stop the sting of beating so handilty beaten by someone five years younger than his youngest son.

He expected to be arrested and tried as nothing more than a failed extremist. Instead the girl crouched down and poked through their bodies, "Hmm. No, too big. Bone structure's not right. Too fat. Too muscley." She observed each and every one of them in turn, not looting their bodies like he heard some Huntsmen did but judging all their states like some kind of connoiseur.

Bob was still in too much pain to do much of anything and so was the rest of his squad. The girl had taken them out without breaking a sweat. A few others had entire limbs cut off, but the girl paid them no mind or called for medical attention. The only thing she did say was something about 'extra test runs' and was content to ignore them bleeding out and crying for aid.

And then she finally made her way to him.

Bob tried to keep up a strong front as the girl turned him over and twisted his face left and right. Her mouth curled up in a bright grin that would've been cute if her face wasn't splattered in blood, "Oh, perfect! You'll work!" Bob grunted weakly as the five foot nothing girl hefted him up like he was nothing and dragged him to the wall away from the rest of his squad. What the hell was she doing?

"Wh-Where are you taking me?" Bob whispered.

"Just need to get ya away from everyone else. Things get kinda messy when I do this." She dropped him like a sack of potatoes and he cried out. Huntsmen were cruel despite their larger than life appearances.

"D-Do what?"

"You really wanna know? Most people start getting really hysterical when I answer and it's kinda sad."

Oh Gods, what the hell did that mean?! But despite the fear he felt, curiosity made Bob nod anyway.

"Alright. Well, a practical demonstration works better here." She practically skipped back to where the rest of his squad was and picked up one of the severed arms lying in a pool of blood. Bob almost vomited when she returned to where he was, "Okay, so pay attention. I'm only going to do this once."

Bob watched with rising horror as the limb suddenly changed shape, going from a severed arm to something roughly in the shape of a sword made out of bone and flesh. Despite the horrible sight, the girl continued to smile and even laughed when the transformation finished.

"Bone sword!" She swung it experimentally, "Used these before. They aren't very good, really only good for a few swings, but at least they look cool." Cool?! It was horrific and yet she acted like it was just a toy!

And then he remembered what he asked her.

"B-But what does that have to do with me?" He trembled in horror.

"Well...I mean, it should be kinda obvious." She set the sword down and knelt in front of him, "I can make weapons out of anything, but people are the best for it." She smiled down at him, "The only rule is I have to feel like I 'own' what I'm turning into a weapon, and since I beat you guys I figure that's as good as anything. Don't worry, the transformation's pretty quick.

Bob broke down crying. All those years in the Fang, all he'd done, and this was how it would end, "Oh God, please, I don't want to go like this!"

"Shh, shh! It's okay! You're gonna make an awesome weapon and I'll be sure to use you a whole lot, don't you worry!" She patted his head and giggled. Did she honestly not see anything wrong with this or did she just not care? "Oh man, this is gonna be so awesome! I wonder what kind of components you'll have? I really hope you turn into something with a mechashift. That'd be so great."

Bob said the only thing he could think of.

"I have a wife and three kids! Please don't do this to me!"

"I mean, I'm pretty sure a lot of those people guys killed also had families." She kept patting his head, "Are they all in the White Fang too? And be honest now. I don't like liars."

"Y...Yeah?"

"Good~ Now I know who to go after next."

Bob screamed as the world turned to blinding agony. Ruby hummed, ignoring the bloodcurdling shouts and just focused on the new shape of the weapon. A spear. That was new. Most of the time it was always something basic like swords or maces. Sadly, it wasn't mechashift, "Oh, come on! What'll it take to get one that can turn into a gun? This stinks." She pouted.

Oh well, she still had a few here she could try out.

In the recesses of Ruby's mind, Yoru - the War Devil and one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse - looked on in horror as the girl transformed the rest of the terrorist group into weapons. It wasn't out of empathy for them, but rather the fact that she had no say in it whatsoever.

When she was first taken into this world in search of the Chainsaw Man, she needed a host. The girl seemed an obvious choice. Young, naive, and with a cadre of family and friends that she would no doubt feel guilty turning into weapons to save herself. She was also close to the Chainsaw Man's host, thus allowing her access and a chance to kill him when he least expected it.

But she'd made a mistake.

Yoru had assumed the girl would be easy to break, but her mind held an indomitable will. Her first attempt to take control had led to Ruby soundly ignoring her and easily locking her away where she could do nothing but scream and rage. Even worse, their joining had given the girl her ability to create weapons despite Yoru's lack of control. That had caused her to rage even harder.

Her protests stopped when Ruby had locked her in a deeper, darker part of her mind. That place was...a nightmare. Even Hell, for all its faults, still had sensations. In there she was trapped in darkness for what felt like an eternity. No sound, no sight, no touch. Just her floating in the void of nothingness, screaming silently into the abyss for it all to just end.

Then Ruby brought her back and, with utter sincerity, asked if the 'day in timeout' had made her calm down. Fear made Yoru agree and now she was a servile passenger to her host's whims.

"Alright, this was a pretty good haul!" Ruby cheered and hefted the handful of flesh and bone weaponry, "Let's get back! I can't wait to show this stuff to the team!"

Yeah...maybe giving the 'turn anyone and anything into a weapon' ability to the weapon fanatic wasn't a good idea. Oh well, at least Ruby's keeping it to terrorists...for now. Yoru really picked the wrong target here.

Next chapter will be Winter and Denji's meeting.

Question:

1. I've had people show interest in a harem, so would you guys be down for it? I normally dislike writing it, but since this is a comedy drabble story it doesn't feel as bad. Velvet, Ruby, and Winter all gunning for Denji in a Love Square could be funny, especially if and when Denji realizes he's got women fighting over him. Dude would break down in tears.

2. What do you guys think of Psycho Ruby? Keeping her crazy in future chapters has the potential to be both fun and a major mood killer, especially if she starts liking Denji romantically.