Why, hello there~
I left you all pretty high and dry for a while now, but now its time to get frisky again. Get comfy, because Constable Paperbag - or Daddy Paperbag, as some of you might want to call me - is here to make you scream "Oh, a new chapter. That's kinda neat, I guess."
I won't say anymore now, as I'm sure some of you are as wild as rabid dogs right now, brimming with passion, energy and perhaps a few diseases.
Enjoy.
Team RWBY were acting really strange. At least, that's what Pyrrha thought, anyway.
The team of girls usually got involved in so many crazy adventures, that there was very little that could phase them anymore. They took everything in stride like a duck to water, moving from one wacky antic to another.
So that's why it was unusual to see them look so surprised as what they were now. Their mouths were hung open like a gaping fish, their eyes as wide as a mackerel's and their breathing was sporadic, like a fish struggling for breath.
Something was fishy indeed…
"So, uh… you guys alright?" Jaune asked. "We heard shouting, so we thought we'd investigate."
"Wouldn't want you guys throwing a party without us," Nora laughed.
"There is no party," Weiss stammered, looking strangely more pale than usual. "Your concern is appreciated, but unnecessary."
"Oh, well that's a relief," Pyrrha said. "But what was all that noise about then?"
"We, uh… we saw a spider," Yang nervously laughed. Did her hands always tremble like that? "Yeah, that was it. The creepy little thing was scurrying across the floor, so I guess we freaked out a little bit."
Team RWBY nodded in unison to that. Something was still a little odd, though.
"We fight creatures like Deathstalker's for a living," Jaune said slowly. "And you're scared of a spider?"
"W-Well, it surprised us," Ruby quickly said. "One minute we were just doing our own thing, the next we saw a creepy bug in our room. You guys would act the same way."
"Yeah, I feel you, Ruby," Nora nodded. "Renny here turns into a scaredy cat whenever he sees a bug."
"Only when you put them down my shirt," Ren cried. "I still haven't forgiven you for that time with the worm."
"How else is a girl gonna wake you up?" she sighed. "I mean, putting them in your hair when your sleeping doesn't work, so I figured- oh, ah, you weren't meant to hear that part."
While Ren was raving at Nora for putting anything other than pink hair dye in his hair, Pyrrha and Jaune focused their attention on Team RWBY. They still weren't totally convinced about their spider story, but they decided to let the matter drop.
"Hey, how come Blake isn't here?" Jaune pointed out. "Is she out doing faunus stuff again?"
It sounded like the trio said yes, but it was difficult to tell when they were mumbling and looking down at the ground. None of them would meet his eyes, despite the fact he was standing right in front of them.
"Uh, guys? I never thought I'd be the one to say this, but… my eyes are up here."
Ruby was the first to look up, her face matching the colour of her cape. Even when she looked up, she still had trouble focusing on him. It almost looked like it was physically hurting her to do so.
"What? What's the matter with me? Is there something on my face?" He started touching his face for any imperfections.
"It's not that," Weiss sighed. "It's just… well, it's long story."
"Thank God it wasn't too long," Yang mumbled.
"What was a long story?" Pyrrha said, getting a little annoyed on her partner's behalf. These girls were barely meeting her partner's eyes and were beating around the bush. It was becoming incredibly frustrating. "Has someone been saying something about Jaune? If anyone's been spreading rumours about him, I'll- oh, who's book is that?"
Yang's eyes went wide as she stared at the black book in her hands. She quickly held it behind her back and shook her head violently.
"Book? What book? I dunno what you're talking about," she laughed maniacally. "You're talking crazy, cereal girl."
"Yang… I just saw you move it behind your back."
"No you didn't. You didn't see that, you have no proof."
Pyrrha sighed and turned to Weiss, who was looking just as uncomfortable as the rest of her team.
"Weiss, is Yang holding a book behind her back?"
She grinned as she watched the heiress tremble at the question. Everyone knew that Weiss was a stickler for the rules, and just even thinking about lying brought the girl pain. To her credit, she did at least look like she was trying to keep the truth to herself, but it seemed to be a losing battle.
Her teeth were chattering. Sweat was running down her pale complexion, until she just couldn't take it anymore.
"Okay, okay, she is," Weiss cried. "Just don't make me say anymore!"
Yang cursed Weiss for her goodie two-shoes-ness, but still kept the book behind her back. "Fine, it's Blake's story journal. You happy now?"
"Blake writes stories?" Jaune asked. "That's pretty neat. My mom's an author, herself. Can we read some?"
"No!" Yang snapped, jumping backwards as he got closer. "It's her private property. No one's allowed to read it."
"If it's private, then why are you reading it?"
"Because we're her team. Teams share things, you know."
"Also, it's awful," Ruby stated, instantly putting a hand over her mouth as she said the words.
"Ruby," Pyrrha scolded. "That's Blake's hard work you're talking about. You should know better than to insult it like that."
"No, P-Money, you don't understand," Yang shuddered. "There's stuff in here that isn't meant for mortal eyes. I'm serious, we used to be innocent little girls until we read this thing. It's evil, I tell you!"
"Weiss, is this true?" Pyrrha asked her. The pale girl had no problem spilling the beans on this one.
"Unfortunately, it is" she sighed. "Sadly, our resident bookworm isn't quite the literary genius she might think she is. The stuff in here makes me really question her choice of literature… and sanity."
"Oh, come on, it can't be that bad," Jaune laughed. "C'mon, let us read some. It's probably better than you think."
"No!" Weiss cried, holding her arms out defyingly in front of Yang, who still had the book shielded behind her back. "Not you, not your team, not anyone! Jaune, I'm telling you this as a kindness; spare yourself."
"Okay, now I know you're overreacting," he sighed. "Just let us read one story, then we'll stop."
"No one's getting this book," Yang growled. "So you best forget about- hey, what the hell!?"
The book was floating out of Yang's hand and into Pyrrha's, the redhead deciding she had had enough of this nonsense. Using her polarity, she forced it out of Yang's hands, much to the blonde's dismay. She met Yang's annoyed and frightened gaze with a smirk.
"How did you-"
"The book has staples in it," she grinned. She loved her Semblance at the best of times. "Now keep still and this will be over before you know it."
"No, Pyrrha!" Ruby wailed. "Don't leave us like this!"
Honestly, Ruby always wanted to be treated like an adult, but she wasn't helping her cause by acting like this. In fact, none of them were. Honestly, how bad could a few stories be?
She started reading the opening page. Shadowcat? That must have been Blake's pen name. It sounded appropriate for her, though why she was using a pen name in her own private journal was anyone's guess.
And what was this? Romantic works? Aww, so Blake was a romance writer? That was wonderful. She didn't take her for the romantic sort, but then again there was lot she didn't know about her. She was secretly into lovey-dovey books herself, so perhaps they could bond over that?
She flicked through the pages, skimming through how much she had written. They seemed to be all short stories, barely taking up any more than a few pages. They seemed like easy reads, and-
Wait a minute… was that her name included in one of the titles.
Yes. Yes it was.
"Jaune, look at this," she said. "Blake's written a story about me." Her partner came to her side and looked at the pages.
"No, don't!" Yang cried, but her words fell on deaf ears.
"A story about you?" he asked. "Seems a little weird, don't you think?"
"Oh, I don't mind," she said cheerily. She often received mail from her fans writing fan stories about her. Some were even quite good, although there were many that had her cringing. "Besides, I'm want to know what Blake is capable of."
She could hear Team RWBY whimpering in the background when she said that. Really, where was their support for their teammate?
She began to read the story, excited to see what was written about her.
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Qrowmeo x Pyrrhiet - A tragic romance by Shadowcat
Valeona was in a time of turmoil.
The two most powerful families in the city - the Montygues and the Capoumlets - were constantly at war with each other. Their fights tore the city apart, leaving thousands of property damage, civil unrest and putting Godzilla out of work for the day.
Despite several warnings to cease their bickering, the two families fought each other at any given moment. Their chaos was bringing the city to its knees. If they didn't stop their pointless conflict, the once proud names of both families would disappear, scattered to the wind like autumn leaves.
Either that or dandruff.
That being said, it seemed like their battles were destined to go on forever. But a new wind was about to blow for both families, thanks to two people; Qrowmeo Montygue and Pyrrhiet Capoumlet.
Speaking of the latter, Pyrrhiet was standing on the edge of her balcony, staring longingly out into the distance. Her heart ached in her chest, and each beat caused melancholic pain to swarm through her body like a horde of rapier wasps.
Every second away from her lover's arms was agony for her.
"O Qrowmeo, Qrowmeo," she sighed. "Wherefore art thou, Qrowmeo?"
Pyrrhiet's whole life had been one of isolation and frustration. Her father kept auctioning her off to every rich man in Valeona, like she was some prized chicken. As such, she had never got to experience the true meaning of the word 'love'.
She walked a lonely road, the only one that she had ever known. She didn't know where it would go, but it was home to her and she walked alone. At least, she used to. That was until she met him.
She had first met her dear Qrowmeo at a ball hosted by her father. He had spiked the punch and everyone ended up rutting like animals. She had ended up bouncing on his pogo-stick until the early hours of the morning. It was only when she woke up in his arms - whilst also being sandwiched between seven other people - did she want to spend the rest of her life with that beautiful man.
Now, if only he would show up on time. She wanted another piece of that tailfeather.
Suddenly, a bird flew past her and landed on her bedroom floor. By some unholy magic that set her passions ablaze, the bird started to transform into a man. A sexy man. A sexy man with sexy eyes, a sexy hairstyle and a sexy beard and- unnf!
"Good morrow, Pyrrhiet," Qrowmeo burped. His sexy breath making the room sexy. "Sorry I'm late. I wast at the liquor store."
"Oh, Qrowmeo, thee needeth not apologise," she swooned. "Thy presence alone is valorous-enow."
"Gladth to hear, dollface," he grinned, slapping her on the ass. It jiggled. "Now, before we receiveth down to business, what sayeth we have something to lighteneth the mood?"
Before she could ask what that mean, Qrowmeo pulled out from behind his cape a brown paper bag. He fished out from it a bottle of ye olde vodka. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the liquid magic.
"Here's to our love," he slurred, pouring out shots for the both of them. They clinked glasses and downed their drinks in one gulp.
Pyrrhiet's nerves were on fire. The drink was the flame for the kindling in her loins.
"Thou bring'st some good shit, my love," she fluttered.
"Only the most wondrous for you, baby cakes."
Pyrrhiet eyed her lover up and down. She wanted this succulent piece of man meat all for herself, but she felt something holding her back. She couldn't quite describe it, but something was preventing her from pouncing on him and ruffling his feathers.
"The lady doth protest," he said, rushing to her side. "What blight's thee, my love?"
She looked up at her alpha. "Dearest Qrowmeo, I am scared. I am uncertain of what shall cometh of this."
"Sweetheart, it shall beest like last time. I shall putteth my dick in thy-"
"Nay, not that," she said. "I am scared of what shall befall us after this. What if someone findth out about us? I dread having to be away from you. It would maketh me feel bad."
Qrowmeo started to look, like, really confident or whatever, and held her close in his man arms. "My love, curse the world who would keep me away from thine ass." His eyes held a fiery determination that was making her panties melt. "Should'st anyone try to take thou away from me, I'll kicketh the shite out of them."
Thank God he was holding her, otherwise she would've collapsed to the floor like a sack of donuts.
As long as she had Qrowmeo and her trust fund, nothing else in the world mattered.
"Oh, Qrowmeo, thou art so brave," she sighed. "How doth thou do it?"
"You know me, Pyrrhiet," he grinned, sweeping a hand through his hair. "Badass beeth my middle name."
That was true. He had sent two of her cousins to the hospital and actually killed another. The thought of it was turning her on even more.
"Then let us not wasteth anymore time," she cried. "I needeth thou inside me. I needeth thine dagger in my sheath, thine quiver in my ink bottle, thine soldier in my barracks."
"Thine innuendos maketh me hot," he grinned. "T'will be a night to remember, indeed."
They both starting undressing. Qrowmeo pulled his clothes of slowly, though whether that was to be sexy or because he was drunk was anyones guess. Pyrrhiet practically slid out of her clothes, her bodily fluids turning her into a human slip-n-slide.
Qrowmeo's naked body was bared for all to see. Every inch of him was elegant and defined. His pectoral muscles were large and bulging, almost like another appendage of his. The hot air made a small trickle of sweat leak down them, stopping at the tips of the nipples, making her want to suckle on them like a newborn babe.
His abs - all six of them - were like bricks on a stomach. Qrowmeo lived a dangerous life, and so his body was physically built for danger. Those things looked like they could stop anything; sword, bullet, poisoned stinger, you name it. She couldn't wait to touch them, rub her hands on them and feel their rigidness in her palms.
Every muscle in his body was perfectly refined. His biceps looked like boulders on his strong, beefy arms. Those same arms could shield the world from danger if he was to simply cradle it. If the human body was a temple, then his was a damn fortress, complete with soldiers, squires and a queen soon enough, once she found herself snuggled between them again.
Scars etched across his body, but they weren't the ugly ones, like when you get acne, nor were they too thick that he looked like a human crossword puzzle. These scars were faint, but each spoke of a life of hardship and danger. Truly, it was like he was carved out of wood, or some other sexy material. Like concrete.
Pyrrhiet had tits and a snatch.
She sat down on the bed and leaned back, grinning like any woman in front of such an adonis. She started pouring oil over herself.
He liked that.
Then she started pouring baby powder over herself.
He really liked that.
Then - the pièce de résistance - she started pouring birdseed over every inch of her body.
That set him over the edge. He pounced on her body and started licking every part of her. His tounge devoured her, like a fat kid with an ice-cream cone. They were both ice-cream that night; she was a calm, elegant vanilla, whilst he was a hot, steamy chocolate with a hint of salt.
Just feeling that warm, sponge muscle on her form made her gush right there. She exploded in his face like a water balloon, and he drank her up as quickly as what he did with booze.
"Goddamneth, Pyrrhiet," he chuckled. "Thou art so dirty right now."
"Dirty for thou, Qrowmeo," she moaned. "I am a dirty, dirty wench."
"What dose thou want me to do?" he teased, biting her neck like that of vampire, or a mentally ill bat faunus.
"Fucketh the shite out of me!" she cried.
He shrugged, and got his thirteen-inch passion arm at the ready. He started poking at her entrance, like someone dipping their two in a hot bath. Testing the waters, so to say. But Pyrrhiet's waters weren't too warm, nor were they infested with sharks. They were just right for his rod to go fishing in.
He inserted himself in her, got a little stuck due to the initial tightness, but quickly adjusted. Pyrrhiet was on cloud nine, cloud ten, all the fucking clouds in the sky. He was touching all of her insides, including the ones she didn't even know she had.
His dick was like a surfboard, riding alone the waves of her pleasure. Her tongue rolled out and started getting drool all over the rich, satin sheets. That would be a bitch to clean up, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was the two of them.
He was like a machine, pumping in and out of her. He must have been a plumber in a past life, as he knew how to handle her pipes so well. She felt pure with him inside her. The outside world was filthy, full of conflict between their families. Not here. Here the only conflict was who could spunk the hardest.
"O trespass sweetly urged!" she cried. "My sin! Give me my sin again!"
"Oh, I'm about to, you wench" he grunted, smacking with the force of a dream machine against her.
He climaxed inside her with an explosion of creamy passion. She laid on the bed, panting like a bitch in heat. That was good. That was gosh darn good.
But they weren't done yet.
"Trespass me from behind," she whispered, getting on all fours and wiggling her white girl rear in front of him.
At first, he accidently stuck it in her asshole twelve times. Each time he claimed it was his Semblance that made him do this. She believed him, for he was too noble of heart to lie to her. He eventually found her flaps though, and the style of the dog could begin.
Forget the clouds, Pyrrhiet was on another level of existence right now. The feel of him slapping against her booty was incredible. He was hitting all the spots in the alphabet, not just the G one. She was fairly certain he was hitting a few numbers as well.
God, his peepee was the best.
He slapped her ass, leaving a mark as red as her hair. Maybe if she was lucky, he would plant one on her face someday. Her beloved Qrowmeo truly did have magic hands. She moaned his name with every slap, for the name tasted like honey on her lips.
Her mind was fuzzy yet so clear right now. War. Strife. Conflict. None of it mattered. She had often sought the true meaning of happiness, but had always failed in her search. Now though, she understood the meaning of happiness, the meaning of everything.
And it was all thanks to Qrowmeo's dick in her cooch.
"Forsooth! I beeth about to cum!" he grunted in between pounding her.
"Go forth! Let thy juices flow!" she moaned. She nearly flew off his penis from the force of his ejaculation. She cried out in love with a little cheeky hint of passion. She hadn't felt this full on love then that time she had ate a whole box of valentines day chocolates by her miserable self.
The two lovers held each other in their arms, coming down from the peaks of Mt Horny. Their breathing was ragged, their vision blurry, their words slurred. To an outsider, it might seem like they were having a stroke, but the only thing making their brain fuzzy was love.
Forbidden, sinful, absolute rebel love.
"Thou art… pretty good," Qrowmeo breathed. Any compliment from him made her heart beat harder than an abusive husband.
"Thanketh God no one was around to see that," she breathed. "If anyone found out, there wouldst beest a scandal."
"Balderdash," he scoffed. "There's not a thing in the world that couldst separateth us."
Suddenly, a thing in the world that couldst separateth them burst through the door. In the broken doorway was a man who wasn't nearly as sexy as Qrowmeo. He had a scorpion tail, a bitchface, and the voice of a man who was probably a bottom.
It was her vile cousin, Tyribalt!
"Whateth the hell be going on here!?" he squeaked out. "Pyrrhiet, sweet cousin. Why hast thou canoodled with the enemy?"
"Pisseth off, cousin," she shouted. "This is what love looketh like."
"If this be love-" he snarled, readying his stinger, "-then love dies!"
Qrowmeo leapt out of bed to defend the lady. He pulled his sword out from his cape and squared up against the scorpion man. It was crow vs scorpion, the ultimate smackdown. Pyrrhiet cursed that she didn't have popcorn with her.
"You besteh back off," Qrowmeo snarled. "Otherwise thou art about to get even uglier."
"Begone, wretched man!" Tyribalt shouted and leapt at him with the strength of a raging pansy.
Qrowmeo dodged the attack with the amount of grace you'd expect from a man of his fortitude. The two then clashed; sword met stinger, red eyes met gold, order met chaos. Qrowmeo fought naked the entire time, for clothes were such baggage and would only slow him down. Tyribalt briefly considered getting naked, but he knew he wouldn't look nearly as good.
They lunged at each other, jumping across every corner of the room. The two were skilled warriors, each being able to parry each strike sent from their opponent, but it was clear who the victor would be. Qrowmeo fought with the strength of a lion, whilst Tyribalt fought with the strength of someone
getting the shit kicked out of them by someone with the strength of a lion.
With a grin, Qrowmeo used his massive dong to sweep Tyribalt's legs underneath him. Falling through the air and flapping his arms like a dodo faunus, Tyribalt landed with a smack on his rump.
"No, haveth mercy!" Tyribalt winged.
"Ah, but didst thou not hear?" Qrowmeo pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. "Birds eateth bugs."
With that devilishly clever line said, Qrowmeo brought his sword down, piercing Tyribalt in the heart.
Pyrrhiet watched her cousin bleed out, flopping on the floor like a fish on dry land. His hand reached out towards her, almost like a last desperate plea for help. She sat back and watched as the light dimmed from his eyes, and last breath of air leaving his lips. Her cousin lay in a pool of his own blood, his final moments alive etched in her memory.
That.
Was.
Hot!
"Pretty cool, righteth?" Qrowmeo smirked. "Now, enough murder. What say we go back to dry hump-"
He never finished his sentence as he slipped on her cousin's blood. Tragically, he fell right on Tyribalt's stinger, which was still very poisonous. The stinger pierced his skin and sent poison coursing through his bloodstream. His blood was already pretty poisoned from alcohol abuse, but now it was, like, super poisoned. He could probably piss acid now if he wanted to.
Qrowmeo gasped in pain as he felt penetration for the first time. Pyrrhiet wailed and rushed to his side. She knew much of her cousin's poison. Qrowmeo was now not long for this world. He had mere minutes. Maybe seconds if he hurried up, but then again, he had always been a bit lazy.
"My love… I'm dying," he gasped.
"Yup," she sobbed, liquid molten hot anguish streaming down her emerald orbs.
"Do not weep for me," he said softly, grasping her cheek in his hand. "I've always loved you. I may not be made of metal… but you've always pulled me towards you."
A joke about her Semblance… she would have felt horny if circumstances weren't so shitty right now.
"Just promise me, my love," he wheezed. "Promise me thou will live longer than me. My wings were clipped long ago, but thou still has a chance to soar. Taketh to the skies, my love, and never… look...down…"
He died in her arms the second he said that.
Pyrrhiet wept until her eyes were sore, but soon dusted herself off. Qrowmeo would not approve of her moping, and she intended to honour his memory. She would probably never find love again, but he would always live on inside her.
"Farewell, sweet prince," she whispered, kissing him on the forehead. "Until we see each other again."
She held her head up high and wore a proud look on her face. Never look down. Her lover had never been wrong before and he wasn't gonna start now, even in death. She began walking, not looking what she was standing on, for her gaze was locked forward.
Which is why, in the worst case of whoopsie-daisy ever, she slipped on the blood on the floor.
She fell to the ground and just narrowly missed her cousin's stinger. She was about to sigh in relief, when she saw herself falling towards Qrowmeo's sword. She landed on the weapon, the blade sticking out her back.
Darkness clouded her vision as she made peace with her God's. Only one thought ran through her mind as she felt the cold hands of death creep across her body.
'Qrowmeo's Semblance beeth a bitch…'
The End
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Pyrrha finished reading the final words on the page, just barely comprehending what she had just read.
She considered herself to be a sane and rational person. Her eyes and her mind had never played tricks on her before, and her mental health was always in check. She sometimes questioned herself and her skill, but she never had to wonder if she was living in some kind of dream world. She was, and always would be, a person rooted in reality.
Which is why she could not accept that something like this could ever exist. It simply did not belong in this world. She must have drank some of Ren's nutrition drink earlier, because what she just read had to have been a hallucination of some kind.
Apparently it wasn't though, as Jaune began to speak up.
"That was, er… something," he stammered, gently taking the book away from her trembling fingers. "I… honestly didn't expect that from Blake. She always seemed pretty normal to me."
"She's sick in the head is what she is," Weiss snapped. "I think she's been wearing her bow too tight. No normal person imagines filth like that."
"And it's not just Pyrrha," Yang shuddered. "We think she's done this to everyone."
"Seriously? You gotta be kidding me." He started flicking through the pages, his face going pale with each page turned. "Oh my God, you're right! Jesus, she's got one for all of us, including me!" His eyes squinted for a moment. "Who's Winter?"
"Never you mind!" Weiss snapped, snatching the book away from him. "Now do you understand what we were talking about. This book is simply too obscene for anyone's eyes."
"Now you are one of us," Ruby trembled, rocking in a dark corner of the room. "We stared into the abyss… and it didn't like us very much."
"I gotta be honest, I'm feeling pretty weird right now," he agreed. "If art imitates life… well, I don't really wanna know much about Blake's life anymore." He turned back to look at his partner, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You okay, Pyr? Wanna sit down?"
She threw her arms around him and held him tight. Her body trembled against him. "I feel cold," she whimpered, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper.
"This cannot continue," Weiss groaned. "If she keeps doing this, she'll have porn stories of everyone in Beacon." That would have sounded ridiculous, if what they had read wasn't so mentally scarring.
"What's this about porn?" Nora asked, finally joining in the conversation. "Has Blake written porn? Ooh, ooh, can I read some. I bet it's hot."
"No more!" Ruby wailed within the darkness. "No more…"
"Sorry, Nora, but the book's off limits," Jaune sighed. "Trust me, this is one can of worms you don't want to open." Unaware to him, Ren shuddered at the mere mention of the word worm.
"Yang, she's your partner, you have to talk to her about this," Weiss sighed.
"What would you have me say? 'Excuse me, Blakey, but we read your private porn journal. Can you stop writing stories about us doing the nasty? Thanks bestie.'"
"Just anything. I can't sleep soundly whilst that exists. How about burning it then?"
"Oh no, we're not gonna turn into book burners just yet," Ren said. "Listen, perhaps we can reach an understanding with her. If she wants to write… whatever it is you just read, maybe we can convince her to stop using us as reference."
"I dunno, Ren," Yang groaned. "Blake's always been a stubborn one. Besides, I don't really wanna reveal to her that we read her stuff. It's an invasion of privacy."
"I'm... surprised you're even concerned about that."
"Hey, I gotta have some morals, don't I?"
"Okay, whatever, let's just put this thing away first," Jaune said, putting the book away in the drawer with Pyrrha still clinging on to him. "We'll solve this problem later. For now, we must all agree that we'll never read this book again."
Everyone nodded, some more frantically than others.
"Wanna go home, wanna go home, wanna go home," Pyrrha mumbled to herself.
"See, this what it's doing to people!" Weiss cried. "This book is a mind killer!"
"Shh, we're going home, Pyr," Jaune said softly, rubbing the girl's back. "So, uh, thanks for having us around, girls. Hope things clear up around here." On that note, Team JNPR quickly exited the room, heading back to the purity of their own dorm.
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Blake walked back to her dorm room, feeling pretty merry about things.
She had completed her faunus stuff for the day, and now it was time to return back to her beloved team. Her day was now completely free, so she wondered how she would spend the rest of the time. They could do a team bonding exercise, go for a walk in Vale, see a movie…
… or maybe she could write more in her journal…
She silently squeed at the idea. She never got tired of writing her beloved stories in her free time. Remnant was a stage, and it's people were the players. And she considered herself to be the greatest playwright in existence.
She was never short of material, thanks to her taking inspiration from the world around her. With her genius and skill, she was able to transform the world and people around her through the power of the written word, in order to create something… beautiful.
Yes, beautiful was what best described her work- no, her art.
She made her way back to her room and was surprised to see Team JNPR walking out of it. Nora and Ren looked normal enough, whilst Jaune and Pyrrha looked slightly traumatised, the latter looking like she had seen a ghost.
It was pretty weird, but she didn't question it. She entered her room and saw her teammates, who were looking to be in a similar state to JNPR just now.
"Hey guys," she waved, confused at their demeanor. "What's wrong, you all look kinda down."
"Um… we saw a spider," Weiss mumbled.
"Oh, yeah, that makes sense," Blake nodded. Spiders were vile creatures. "How come Team JNPR was here?"
"Oh, they just wanted to say hi," Yang stammered. She never thought she would ever hear her confident, loud-mouthed partner stammer. It didn't suit her. "You know how it is."
"Yeah, I guess." She looked round the room to see her leader, Ruby, trembling in the corner of the room. She seemed to be rocking up and down. "Uh, Ruby? Are you alright?"
"The darkness blinds us," she mumbled manically. "But the light burns too bright to live in…"
Huh… that didn't really sound like Ruby. Come to think of it, all of her team were acting odd. They kept looking at her weirdly and looked, dare she say it, frightened of her.
This was getting a little weird for her. She didn't know what had caused them to act like this, but it was probably best to leave whilst she still could.
"Well, good to see you all again. If you wanna do something together, call me. I'll just be outside for a bit." She slowly backed out of the doorway and left the room. Whatever crazy was infecting her team wasn't getting to her.
She walked down the hallway, contemplating on what just happened. Team RWBY were a bit cuckoo, but they weren't this freaky. She wondered what they might have been doing whilst she was away; those two teams together, locked up in that small room, no one but themselves for company, hormones ripe in the air…
…
She squeed again and started skipping down the hallway. She had just come up with a new story idea.
How dare you!
How dare all of you make me think of a plot for this. What once was a random idea has me now considering the in's and out's of it. You all should be ashamed!
Joking aside, thank you for reading this travesty xD. I still stand by my word that this will only update every now and then, but expect the chapters to be slightly longer when they are. Just, don't expect any good smut from this story anytime soon xD.
Speaking of story, I might have to consider changing the character tags to go along side it. It made sense for the first chapter, but not so much for what I have in mind now. They'll change on the next update though, so if you wanna keep up to date, feel free to add it to your follows.
I do not own Shakespeare. If anything, Shakespeare owns me. Doing drama for 80% of your life will do that to you.