Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY.

"Thank you for your purchase, please come again!" I heard as I walked out of the convenience store.

I had just purchased my meal for the night, because I couldn't be bothered to cook for myself once again.

I waited for the light to turn green before crossing the road.

Anyways, my name's Garnet. Just Garnet.

I'm your typical orphan who wants to make a name for herself to spite her birth parents abandoning her at the orphanage. I studied, worked my ass off, and worked every part-time job known to man.

The results? Suffice to say it didn't work out that well.

I didn't crash and burn, and if you thought that, then you're wrong.

I simply didn't make it that far. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't struggling in life. In fact, I was doing well for myself. I saved up money and invested just enough in the right businesses that if I started a family, it would count as a middle-class one.

It helps that I was also a cheapskate.

I was a workaholic, but that didn't mean I was impressive enough to be granted a promotion, so I was just good enough to not be fired, and since I'd never degrade myself to sleeping with higher-ups, just stuck at a good wage.

I'm too much of a prude for that.

So I did make it far, but I didn't get far enough to make a name for myself. No revolutionary tech with me as the CEO and inventor, no discovering a cure for cancer. Just… enough to relax later in life.

I'm still pretty proud about that achievement, but I can't help the slight bitter feeling that I could've done more in my earlier days.

Oh well, no use crying over spilled milk.

I was forcefully deprived of my mental pity party by an arm dragging me into an alley.

"Do-don't make a sound and g-give me your wa-wallet." a knife was pointed near my throat as I looked at my attacker.

Man, this guy was ugly.

Old jacket, baggy pants, a scruffy beard, is dirty as hell, and he smells like ass. Stereotypical mugger.

Okay, think fast.

There's no such thing as a planned mugging because by that point you're either trying to rob someone or kill them.

No, this is a spur-of-the-moment thing. This man was desperate to get money and picked the least threatening victim which just so happened to be me.

Is this because of the tracksuit? I look like a blob when I wear one.

Adrenaline courses through me and I fight to hold back the urge to move.

Better not flail, one wrong move and he might just go hail mary.

Alright, I've never been mugged before, the last fight I had was years ago, and I'm still fairly in shape, what can I do?

Simple, follow that YouTube instruction baby!

I slowly raise my hands while looking directly at him. Better make myself look scared. "...Okay, please let me get my wallet, sir."

His eyes are shaking, looking everywhere and nowhere at the same time. "Hu-hurry up!" he brandishes the knife again.

Stutter much? At least practice your lines if you're gonna do this.

I force myself to not make any sudden movements, slowly getting my wallet out of my pocket.

I think it's about time.

As I was handing over my wallet, I made my move.

I haven't fought in ages, but a hit to the tricep will still hurt. And as expected, he howled in pain and I used that opportunity to tackle him to the ground.

Our bodies smash together as we meet the loving embrace of the ground, wrestling each other for the knife.

He grunted and tried to force me away.

Sucks to be you but you are definitely malnourished. No amount of adrenaline will help you overthrow me.

I rip the knife away and throw an elbow strike.

Did you know that an elbow strike is more powerful than a punch? Punches are mainly used because they're fast.

A punch is comprised of multiple bones hitting you together, while an elbow strike is one big bone with a small point in which a significant amount of force is focused.

You normally shouldn't throw an elbow strike willy-nilly, but since I'm fighting an amateur I could afford this.

"Shi-" and that's all he could say before he was knocked out.

I look around and take a moment to take a deep breath. There we go, easy enough. All in all, not the worst encounter in this poor excuse of a neighborhood.

I stood up and picked up my groceries, realizing that I made multiple mistakes.

Mistake number one: This was a terrible neighborhood, and these types of neighborhoods always had gangs.

Mistake number two: I thought I was lucky enough to simply encounter a regular mugging. Not realizing that this could also just count as an initiation to join a gang.

Mistake number three: never assume that your opponent is alone, part of the reason why so many people die is by getting jumped.

I realized all these three the moment I turned around and saw the muzzle of a gun pointing at my forehead.

"Sorry girlie, you came into the wrong neighborhood." these words I heard were so cheesy I may as well have died.

BANG! That was the sound of a gunshot, by the way.

I collapsed on the floor, looking straight at the sky. I don't think I could even move my head that much.

I never realized how pollution affected the sky so much until I'm looking directly at it and all I saw was darkness. Not a single twinkle of a star. Or maybe my vision was just getting blurry?

As for why I'm still slightly conscious? I was lucky, or unlucky enough that the bullet didn't kill me instantly. My shooter realized this, or maybe not, and was just cautious - I could respect that if he didn't shoot moments before.

"Grab that piece of shit and search this girl for any valuables." Before he double-tapped me.

I died.

I've wasted most of my life grinding just so I could relax earlier in life.

Well, that's a waste.

Out of all the things to die in, I was confident that I'd die by either a heart attack or a road accident.

And I guess being a cheapskate that I'd stay in a bad neighborhood just so I don't need to pay that much.

What did I expect was going to happen?

Nothing.

There's nothing here.

Everywhere I look – hear? No, sense.

Everything I sense is nothing.

Like I can't sense at all.

So no pearly gates, fire and brimstone, Nirvana, Valhalla, Naraka, and other such concepts of the afterlife?

Not even a ROB?

Oh no.

This is even worse.

Nonononononnononono.

Only so long can someone last in absolute isolation before he goes insane.

I couldn't even last a day without entertainment or stimulation, there was no way I could do this.

Is that what everyone experienced here? What if they're still here, but just brain-dead and stayed silent because there's no point?

Please, don't do this to me.

I keep panicking.

Until.

I heard something.

It was silent, but I heard something.

Oh, thank God.

"..net?"

I sigh in relief. I force my eyes open.

"Garnet?"

I looked up and saw concerned silver eyes.

Woah. This woman is huge.

As I quickly look around, I try to form a conclusion.

Hmm… This woman is huge, and unless she has gigantism or is an actual giant that's impossible. Or, seeing as how I looked down earlier and the floor was concerningly a bit too far from me considering I'm just sitting in a chair.

I believe I have been reborn, or something of the sort seeing as I did not even experience my own birth. Which I am thankful for.

Never really made sense seeing as babies, even if it was a reincarnated soul would not have developed enough to even experience anything around them. So I was probably on autopilot until I became… aware, so to speak.

My initial panic about being in an empty void and suddenly being a baby was overshadowed by my happiness that I'm not actually in the void and that there is something after death, even if it's another life.

So I try to speak my first words, at least I think so.

"Mama?"

Judging by the widening of her eyes, and the squeal she made afterward, I'm correct.

She is my mother now.

It's been a few years since I became aware, and I've got to say, this world is pretty cool.

I say that because I'm in the world of RWBY, where consistencies are ignored simply because of the Rule of Cool.

Not only that, but I have plot armor, so I'm basically a constant user of the rule.

My name is Garnet Rose, twin sister of Ruby Rose, and right now I am on my way to school.

I know, I know, imaginary reader I've made up in my head. You're probably thinking; Garnet, why aren't doing the shounen training from hell and developed the OP semblance and magic, yet?

The answer is I can't do it. Despite it being a fictional world in my previous life, it is now the real world here. The laws of physics and the universe apply here because the Rule of Cool is waiting for its moment to shine.

That being said, that doesn't mean I'm an ordinary kid. I may not be old enough like my older sister Yang to be attending Signal, but I'm confident I can beat both my sisters in a fight.

I'm just awesome like that.

As I walk into the classroom, I'm greeted by my friends.

"Morning, Garnet!"

"Morning, everyone!"

I took my seat and greeted my seatmate and best friend currently laying her head down on the table. "Mornin', Nala."

"G'mornin'" she mumbled.

Unlike my younger sister (you're two minutes older!), I'm not shy to talk with my classmates. It's pretty easy to make at this age, you have to try really hard to not be able to make friends at grade school.

By the way, my friend is Nala Silva and if you couldn't tell, she's the Shikamaru of the group. Lazy genius type, lethargic, one time I poked her with a stick because I wasn't sure if she breathing.

My friend here looks a lot like the Gorgon sisters from Fate with silver hair, except she's not Medusa. So, Stheno and Euryale. Not that it will matter because once she grows up she'll definitely look like Rider, I hope so.

Anyway, the teacher walked into class and we started our lessons.

English lessons were just studying words and reading stories.

The hardest math ever got was simple multiplication.

The most boring one was history because despite there being a Great War, nothing much really happened. Is it because the Brother Gods technically restarted humanity? There weren't a lot of ruins that we could study for Ancient History.

The subject this does that, yadda yadda.

Anyway, hours passed and now it was time to go home.

As she walked home alone, because Ruby would rather use her semblance than go the long way, one would notice that it was a bit too quiet.

One would notice that a Grimm was stalking Garnet.

And one would notice that before the Grimm could even attack, it died, fading away into nothingness.

Garnet just sighed at this. "I really should fight stronger opponents if I want to grow. At this rate, I'm gonna stagnate."

A/N:

Bunch of OC's that will probably never see the light of day.

Team GRNT

Garnet Rose

Rory Mercury

Nala Silva

Tanya Greene