Hello everyone and welcome back to HellFall. See? I told you that this wait would be shorter. It didn't take me long to figure out what to do for White I, so I started early. I'm almost done it actually. It'll probably be about three chapters, so prepare yourself for another shorty.

Also, recently I've noticed that the views for Azure I weren't very high. Are you guys losing interest? Should I make it more exciting in some way? Its not a big deal but I just felt like telling you guys that. Either way, those of you have have stuck with the story, thank you very much. Your continued reviews and views are very encouraging.

So just so you know White I fast-forwards back to the time of Crimson I and Pink I. Remember that Azure I was five to six years before those two, and this is back up around the same time. None of these are happening at the exact same time, but maybe a few months to a year apart. Either way, it all comes together in the end so the timeline isn't particularly important.

Anyways, I've wasted enough of you lovely people's time, so let's get this show on the road. Presenting, White I!

A phone rang a few feet from where I sat. Someone picked it up and spoke into it, greeting the person on the other side formally. I sat at my desk, flipping through some files and transferring the information to my computer. Here in the office we worked both traditionally and modernly. Typically it was really just to give me something to do. Half the day was spent not doing anything, a quarter was spent socializing over lunch or at any time during the day, and the last quarter was spent working. Transferring information gave us something to do, despite how boring it was. Faust, the oldest man working in the office had apparently written a few best-selling novels while working here. He was very efficient and quick while he worked.

I adjusted my black-framed square glasses. The edges were rounded, so I looked less robotic than I was really was.

"Hey Martial!" Hania called from across the room.

I glanced up. My name wasn't Martial, if it was it would be spelled Marshall, as that was the normal way to spell the name. Martial was just my office nickname. Everyone calls me that because of all the martial arts that I can do. Actually, Faust is the only person who knows my real name, as he has worked at the office for so long. But no one else knows it.

"Excuse me everyone!" Naldo, our manager called, turning away from the fax machine, "Does anyone know if a Wintanweorth Coal works here?"

Not even my boss knows it.

I raised my hand lazily, "That's me" I replied.

"Oh Martial," Naldo said, "Yes, can you find Wintanweorth and give it to him?"

I sighed and took the fax, nodding. Naldo was pretty dumb, but if anyone ever said it, there'd be consequences. He was pretty proud of his false intelligence.

Naldo returned to his office and Hania made her way to my desk.

"Who's Wintanweorth by the way?" She asked me.

Hania was kind of dumb too. In fact, everyone in the office was pretty dumb. They were all very young, except Faust, who was very old and wise. But people like Hania were proud like Naldo, and didn't take the news of their stupidity very well.

"He works here," I said, "but he's on an eternal sick leave"

"Oh," Hania moaned, "tough luck eh?"

I nodded, "Yeah" I replied. Normally someone would have laughed at someone like her, but I had worked in the office more than everyone except Faust. It sounded weird to admit, but I am the second oldest person in the office, yet I'm not even half Faust's age.

"What do you need?" I asked Hania, getting back on track.

She handed me a few sheets of paper, "Could you enter these in for me?" She asked.

"Sure" I replied, sighing and adding her papers to my file. This was her job, but I was the fastest at typing in the office, and Hania actually had a decent amount of work to do. She could probably finish it all in half a day's work, but she's incredibly slow.

She smiled, "Thanks" She said, before turning and leaving.

I continued working and finished everything by lunchtime. When Naldo left his office to eat, that was our cue. Most people here didn't have a watch or any way of telling the time, as they couldn't read the time from the analog clock on the wall. We all got up and followed him to the work kitchen; where we grabbed our stored lunches from the work refrigerator and sat down to eat.

"Hey Martial," Hania came and sat down at the table with me.

"Hey Hania" I said over a bite of sandwich.

"So are you free tonight?" She asked.

"I believe so" I replied, feeling somewhat confused.

"Great!" She exclaimed happily, "We should bring Wintanweorth the hospital and see if that will help him"

I sighed heavily. She had asked me to do the same thing multiple times recently. I had tried to tell her my real name, but she never believed that someone "as short as me" could have such a long name. I found it interesting that she said that, especially when I was at least a foot taller than her.

"Sorry," I replied, "I just remembered that I'm busy tonight. I've had some extra work to do recently and should probably work on it tonight"

"Oh," Hania said, "okay"

I didn't have any extra work. It was likely that I'd spend the rest of the day playing games on my computer.

There was an awkward silence as we ate.

"So do you think that Wintanweorth will ever return?" Hania asked.

I stared at her for a long minute, then turned back to my food. "He doesn't exist" I said.

"What?" Hania asked, "Then how'd he get faxed?"

"He used to work here," I replied over my food, "but then he died in a horrible accident here, and now his ghost still haunts the office"

Hania stared at me wide-eyed, as if I were telling her a new story. She'd worked here for about a year and I'd told her the same ghost story probably about once or twice a month.

"What did the fax say?" She asked me.

"What?" I asked, confused for a second.

"The fax that he sent you" She replied.

"Oh yeah," I said, "I haven't looked at it yet. The news is probably traumatizing or something, and I can't afford to be traumatized when I have so much work to do"

It took Hania a while to process it, "Your joking right?" She asked, smiling.

"Yes I am" I replied.

We ate for a little while longer.

"So who is Wintanweorth?" She asked.

I swallowed my sandwich, resisting the urge to hit the table with my fist. I unclenched my fist, and rested my hand as gently as I could on the edge of the table. "I am" I replied, trying not to sound angry. I was feeling quite fed up with everyone's stupidity at this point.

"But how could you be?" Hania asked, "He's on an eternal sick leave and your right here"

I sighed.

So yeah, there are a lot of dumb people in Remnant too apparently.

Anyways, that was the first installment of White I. We're almost done with the introductions, over halfway.

Also, I've been meaning to ask you guys this, and I'll probably ask you in the coming colors as well: What do you guys think of the switching between perspectives thing? It hasn't gotten too chaotic yet (it probably will later), but I just want to hear your thoughts. Love it? Like it? Hate it? And why, if you can. Please tell me in the reviews. And actually, I'd like to hear from everyone reading this. If you've checked my profile then you know that I plan to write more fanfiction than this, and I want to know whether or not this is a good thing to keep doing. HellFall will definitely continue this way, but before I come up with too many ideas for my other stories, I'd just like to know if its good or bad. Once again, if you are reading this, please, please tell me what you think in the reviews.

Which brings us to the end. Thanks for reading everyone and as usual favorite, follow, review, tell your friends, tell you enemies, or don't. And hopefully, I will see you all in the next chapter.