Hey guys! I know I haven't uplaoded another chapter yet, and I still can't, since I actually got hit by writer's block and lost my tablet charger recently. Only by searching for a few days did I find it, yet still got wb. So, I apologize for the wait, but to make it up, here's some non-chapter goodness, complete with stupidity!

That author sure is ballsy, ignoring his few readers' for that long.

What are you talking about, Azmodeus?

Nothing kid. Kinda wish we weren't in a cliffhanger though.

I seriously don't know what you are talking about.

Just shut up and wait for the story to update to do something cool.

Eh?

"Why is the door locked shut? Zeta, did you close the door behind you when we left?"

"No, Ms. Peach. I kept it open, especially since you said Ozpin needed something in there and that he would get it."

"So he must've done it without thinking about it. But why would it lock...?"

Zeta tried the door, and sure enough, it doesn't budge. Her hand touches something coming from the keyhole. She licks it, and a familiar taste fills her mouth. A laugh comes from behind.

"I guess you could say you two are in a JAM." Malthazar jokes.

"And you are so dead." Zeta said as she began chasing an already running Malthazar. Who got grabbed by a zooming Peach as she caught him by his collar. N'than'el came walking in as Peach beckoned to him. She handed him a hula hoop, and whispered in his ear. He walked over by her door, and held the hoop up in front of it. She then ran to the hoop, slamming Malthazar through the hoop and opening the door

"Since you were slammed through a hoop, I guess you could say..."

"Don't say it."

"I got a SLAM dunk."

Everyone nearby groaned at Peach's joke.

"You've got orange eyes, Mr. Kitari."

"And you sound like a stalker. So please don't try to describe body parts."

Six Years Later

"You have silver eyes."

"Ozpin what did I say!"

"I'm the one who should've died!"

"For God's sake, it's f****** Dark Souls! Your supposed to die, Idiot!"

"But not like that! No one should die to Pinwheel!"

"Then carry on."

"N'than'el, you should at least wear a shirt of some kind." Goodwitch said

"Okay, how about a t-shirt?"

"That'll work."

"I'll put it on now, then."

Five Minutes later

"N'than'el, what the hell is that?"

"A shirt made out of tees. You said a t-shirt would work."

Goodwitch didn't say another word, grabbing the lizard faunus by the ear and dragging him to her office for a scolding.

That's all for now, cya next time!

~DarkJester420