It was a absolutely horrid day for the McLoser's neighbourhood. Usually, when someone says that in the area, it is a way of saying the weather is bad, such as on this day.

Rain was pouring onto the muddy roads and neatly cleaned houses accompanied by the speeding winds that cracked trees, and the restless lightning. Jeff looked out of the windows onto the flooded road and darkly lit afternoon, before swirling around to face a stack of RWBY merchandise he purchased to destroy and hang on the telephone wires of the city. Plunging a thick and muscly arm into the adorable face of a Ruby plushy, he ripped off it's cotton stuffed head with a grim satisfaction. Throwing it aside, he moved on to a Weiss plushy, and positioned the only light source in his messy room, a rusted, flickering metal lamp, to it's smiling face. Taking out a sharp pointy needle, he expertly carved a highly offence word in it's chest with vigour. Abruptly, the room lit up with a strange alien blue light. Jeff spun around impatiently, trying to find the source of the light, his keen eyes resting on the glowing and deformed Weiss doll. Jeff was not afraid, he wasn't going to be intimidated by a stupid pillow. Grabbing his needle, he thrust it hard into the face of the doll, spreading tufts of cotton around his room, gritting his sparkly and clean teeth.

"Go to hell you shi**y doll!" ( Censored that one. I won't uncensored it unless you want me too.)

The cuddly( and glowing ) plush of Weiss Schnee seemed to sneer in his face, and from it's wounds burst forth an orb of ghostly light, pulling him towards it.

His eyelids felt heavy fast, and his head hurt terribly.

Jeff struggled with all of his might to push away, his muscles bulging. Sound seemed to fade, his vision was fuzzy and clouded. A sweet scent of trees and flowers in a forest filled his head, pushing out all his other thoughts immediately. His whole being was forced forth, slamming against the plushy with a loud crash. The voice of his mum calling for him sounded far away and distorted, like he was listening to her voice on an old television. He threw his limp arm onto the head of Weiss, attempting to squash it, but his knees buckled, his body now encased in the orb, and he fell painfully onto the wooden floor. In a final effort to destroy the demented doll, Jeff clasped his numb fingers around the hilt of a little swiss army knife he had got from boot camp once, and tried to impale it, but his arm fell to the ground as his hearing left him and the sight of the glowing doll was eaten up by darkness.

X

Jeff McLoser could hear his own soft breathing. Below him was a bed of prickly grass which poked at his back. He could smell the sweet scent of the flowers, and the cheerful tweets of the birds. Slowly but surely, his eyelids lifted, revealing his location to be a forest. But a weirdly looking forest. Everything seemed animated. It took awhile for his groggy brain to register this, but when he did, Jeff shot up and peered around at his surroundings like a handsome adventurer in an undiscovered area. Around him was the bright colours of large and beautiful plants, the large and thick trunks of ancient trees that sprouted massive branches which housed great green leaves that spread out and formed the roof of the forest that he found himself in. But everything looked wrong. Animated. Breathing heavily, Jeff raised his hand to wipe his sweaty forehead, but something else was wrong. With him. His arms were not like usual. They had less detail and was richer in colour. As he soon discovered, so was his whole body. ( Even his privates! ) Jeff sat down on the dirty forest floor, his hands crushing the dried leaves that were scattered around to process the situation. Jeff was no idiot, he knew he was in the animated world of RWBY, somehow. But he once again grit his teeth, snatched his knife from under a weed a few inches away from him and strode thought the clearing. He had no idea what to do. Seek help from the stupid inhabitants of this world? He would rather die. Feelings like these inflated his ego and chest, but deep down, somewhere in the murky arrogance and anger of his heart, lay a tiny sense of fear. It creeped its way to his head, making him frightened of his current situation.

Reasoning with the fear and anger in his heart, his final plan was to find the school- Bacon or whatever the hell it was called- and get help to get him the f*ck out of this place. He quickly found out however, that the bushes and branches of the Emerald Forest were more than reluctant to let him pass, catching on his shirt and ripping his jeans. The great oaks and beeches of the first were tightly packed together, making it almost impossible to see more than a a dozen metres ahead without tripping on the numerous thick roots that were spread out on the floor. By the time he had reached the edge of the forest and had the school in sight, night had fallen. Jeff gazed at the high school in wonder. The shimmery light of the Moon and the stars reflected on the white stone of the elegant structure, giving off the illusion that it was sparkling, like a beacon in the night. But Jeff had no time for this. He shook his light brown hair out of his face, and carefully climbed down the gentle slope that he was on, and broke into a run towards the beacon of the night, his stomach growling like a pissed off tiger. Bacon( remember, this is what he thought Beacon was called. ) better have some good food, thought McLoser hurriedly, as he rapped his hard knuckled on the massive wooden doors of the school. A low sad howl could be heard in the distance, deep in the forest where other beastly things lived. Jeff's sky blue pupils dilated in fear, his eyes widened at the thought of what that howl could belong to: a hungry wolf, a great monster…?

CREAAAAK

The heavy doors of Beacon slowly swung open, pulling his attention away from the terrors of the forest to the inside of the school, where a tall figure could be seen standing still, shrouded in darkness. A stern but warm voice of a male rung out into the night.

"Who are you, and what do you seek here?"

Jeff swallowed, his old attitude slowly returning.

"None of your business. I want to see the principle of this dump."

The figure straightened up. Jeff could feel the strong glare of annoyance on his head, even if he couldn't see it.

"I AM the principle of this school. Now i want to know who you are, and what you are doing here, NOW."

McLoser almost told him everything, his old life, his fear, his confusion, if not for a dark and evil idea slid into his mind, growing a big grin on his face.

"I am a student here, but i came late because of a delay. I hope i can still enter?"

The figure strode forward, the moonlight revealing him to be a middle aged man with white hair and crooked spectacles in a black suit over a black vest and dark green shirt.

"What is your name young man?"

Jeff's idea was to pose as a student, causing anarchy in the school-something that will hopefully end up on the show-and making the life of RWBY a living hell. He smiled and answered Professor Ozpin.

"Name's Alpha."