Okay! Here's a short little snacky chapter! As of right now, it's not cannon, but very well could become so in the future! (Some elements such as where they are in the timeline are cannon however.) For now it's just a nice little horror based oneshot for you all! Enjoy!

EDIT: This chapter is now considered to be cannon! All characters and events included!

For a little added ambience, go to YouTube or itunes and look up "Erutan Music Box". It's a cover from Silent Hill 2 that I listened to while writing this chapter!

The Void Calls

Professor Ozpin sighed as he ingested the last sip of his mug of coffee, placing the empty container on the only clean spot of his desk that was not overrun by a multitude of papers and other mugs.

It was his fifth that day.

Ever since the Legion had decided to make their move, he and the other teachers had retreated to a small compound a few miles outside of Vale's boarders to rest, recuperate, and plan.

They had even met an ally along the way, who was all too keen to help them.

Ozpin glanced down at the documents he had been working on, the journal he had been keeping since he had arrived in the compound, before giving his aching temples a massage. He had been working almost non-stop since they had arrived. Some nights he had honestly forgotten to even sleep.

Realizing that continuing to work would do no good any longer, the grey haired man pushed his chair away from the desk before bringing himself to his feet, taking a small look around the room he had called home for the last few weeks.

It was modest at best. Even the dorms back at Beacon Academy were of larger proportions than this. He was honestly thankful that he had not had to share what little space he was afforded like Glynda was forced to when their ally had made themselves known.

Not that she had been upset. Quite honestly everyone was more than happy when the woman had made herself known to them.

As he crawled into the small makeshift bed he had crafted out of two couches and a sheet, he could not help but to ponder exactly what the future would look like for Remnant.

Would it be a future where peace and prosperity reigned? A future where one would not need fear the darkness of the Grimm? Or would it be one forever controlled by the Legion, scarred by their infernal Burning Crusade?

Only time would tell, he thought, letting his eyes droop shut as he drifted off into a deep sleep...

Darkness.

That was all he could see. Unending darkness.

Not even his own body was visible in the murky blackness that now surrounded him. He could not turn his head. He felt as if he had no eyelids for which to blink. Even his arms and legs refused to obey him.

Were they even there?

"Where am I?..." He muttered to himself, only to whisper out a sound of confusion when he suddenly felt another presence near him.

A presence of warmth and comfort.

"Why... You're just where you should be..." An image of his own slumbering form appeared before the professor, his body unmoving. "Asleep in your little hideaway, safe from the dangers of your precious world... The world you want so desperately to save..."

"Who is this?... How can you speak to me..." Ozpin asked, the warmth surrounding him like a shroud of assurance.

"You think it is over, don't you Ozpin? The Legion has come, and with them they bring the end of your way of life. Now, only darkness surrounds you. Yet in that darkness, there is still a light!..."

The pitch black darkness was suddenly pierced by a faint golden light which grew in strength before engulfing Ozpin's vision. Instead of darkness, Ozpin now saw a faintly blurry image of Azerothian and Remnant forces tearing down a Legion structure as a crowd cheered them on.

"A new Era has begun, an Era of Heroes. Worlds that could not be any different from one another, come together to fight the Fel Shadow. And perhaps they may resist..."

Fleeting images of of Wrath and Blake, Ruby and Anduin, Weiss and Ravarth, Jaune and Pyrrha, Varimas and Yang crossed Ozpin's vision. Each and every warrior who had given so much in their fight against the Legion.

"For I have seen their inner thoughts and motives, and in each one is a light that not even the Legion can smother..."

Ozpin then was given a view of an ashen battlefield, covered in the dead of Legion, Alliance, Horde and Remnant forces, a small bright flower growing amongst the corpses and discarded weapons.

"Hope."

The flower continued to grow in size as the area around it slowly began to warp back to life.

Suddenly, that warmth, that comfort that the presence beside him had been exhuming so profusely suddenly turned cold and dank as the next words that slithered into Ozin's ears sent shivers through his form.

"And now I know what must be done. Know that I will spend every ounce of my strength and power... Into snuffing it out..."

Suddenly, as if struck by the withering touch of death, the flower wilted, before dispersing into ash as the sky turned blood red as armies of horrific beasts, almost indescribable in nature begin to slowly arrive on the battlefield.

"No... Who-... Who are you?..." Ozpin asked once more, his heartbeat hastening when the voice spoke again, the sound so unsettling that the professor felt his stomach twist in anxiety.

"Did you honestly think that these so called 'Heroes' could stand against my might? I will not rest until this wretched world is within my grasp, and there is nothing you can do to stop me... No matter what era or world your Champions come from, I will crush them as I have all others before them..."

A host of those indescribably horrifying creatures converged on an image of a partially destroyed Beacon, which was covered in a strange biomass, a maelstrom in the sky hovering above it menacingly.

"So come then you fool, send your Heroes in all their might and glory... Send them, knowing you send them to their deaths... For no matter how many of my Children you kill, you only delay the inevitable..."

Finally, one last vision crossed Ozpin's view, the view of none other than Salem standing before him, who smiled wickedly as a strange being manifested behind her, enveloping her in horrifying tentacles, wrapping around her like a shroud.

"Thoq ag maq oou; ag maq ssaggh... Ag ma shg'fhn..." (For we do not live; we do not die... We are outside the cycle...)

Ozpin felt himself beginning to run, his actions not his own, as walls of brine covered flesh begin to manifest around him, encompassing his screaming form in a shell of flesh and bone.

"In the sunken city of Ny'alotha... Even light must die..."

Ozpin's eyes shot open as he took a large breath into his lungs, his throat dry and scratchy. As if he had been screaming.

He was no longer on the bed that he had made for himself, but was on the floor, nearly a good meter or two away from the couch bed.

He glanced over towards the door when a small shifting noise reached his ears, only to see a pair of black combat boots with armor covering the shins staring back at him.

He looked up to find his ally standing above him.

"Hey Oz? Everything alright there?" The woman asked, peering down at him, trying not to giggle at the ridiculous position she had discovered her friend in.

"Y-... Yes... I think so..." Ozpin replied as he sat up, clutching at his head, trying to make sense of what he had just seen. "I'm not sure..."

"Bad dream?" The woman asked as she reached a hand over, helping the professor up to his feet before handing him his cane, which had been knocked away from his desk at some point in the night.

"Yes, just a bad dream..." Ozpin said, accepting his weapon with a nod of thanks. His face however, showed nothing but unease. That had to be it. Only a dream. "That's all... It was only a bad dream..."

The woman shook her head with a small smile before holding out a large cup of freshly brewed coffee as he looked down upon her. "Here, thought you'd need this, and evidently you do."

Ozpin chuckled and accepted the cup, taking a small sip before directing his attention back on the woman. "May I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"...Is it over do you think? Have we already lost?" He asked quietly as he gazed out of the single small window that connected his room to the outside world. The world who's sky still burned with Felfire.
His tone was not that of one who had been defeated. It was one of confusion; of uncertainty.

"No, I don't think so.. We haven't lost yet..." The woman replied, her tone more more serious than it had been before. "Not while Remnant and Azeroth still stand against the Legion."

"Yes... Yes I suppose you're right..."

The woman gazed at him for a moment, unsure of how to respond to her friend's mad ramblings, before glancing over at the doorway.

"I'm going to go help Glynda with any stray Grimm that may have wandered near here last night." The woman began walking towards the door, eager to remove herself from Ozpin's apparently strange morning rituals, but not before asking, "You sure you're okay?"

"Yes... I'll be fine." Ozpin assured the woman, forcing a calm smile onto his face. "Go on ahead."

The woman nodded as her own smile returned before she made her way out of the room, the chains of her weapons accidentally smacking the doorway as she left.

Ozpin gave one last sigh before he made his way over to his desk, ready to restate his work.

That goal was cut short however, when Ozpin noticed something that made him his coffee to the ground, the ceramic bursting into a dozen pieces against the hard wooden floor.

He nearly felt his stomach do a flip as he raised his bloody and scratched up hand to his face.

He gazed down in horror at the documents he had been working on to find a single word scribbled over and over on almost every single sheet of paper before him in what appeared to be dried blood.

His dried blood.

'Shgn... Shgn... Shgn... Shgn...'

...Fear...