Okay Guys, I saw my last chapter was pretty much shit, so I tried to fix my disgusting mistake of a last-chapter with this chapter. Now I am literally embarrassed to have last chapter still up, so there will be a delay in the next chapter (Shouldn't be long as I am using the last chapter, cutting it down and using it as a base and then expanding it by a shit ton) as I fix last chapter, it's going to hopefully be as long as this chapter, premise is gonna be slightly the same except Blake will not be so OOC.

Wizzrobe: You almost got how he feels right now is currently correct. Though, he does this since he now has new feeling of wonderment. Wait further up until the story.

Now I got that outta the way I have something to ask. I am thinking of a way to progress the story. There might be um... Well there might be um... An OC team. But trust me, they will be minor. But I don't know if you'll agree with that. I usually set a gameplan down and then use google docs as I read over and highlight sentences, paragraphs or maybe just words and use the add comment tool so I can edit it later. Problem is that when I follow it, I veer off from it. Not only that I also have trouble with dialog and actually have my character do anything. Last chapter my character literally just got on a boat. This chapter I hope he did something more for you all. Also, how the fuck do I properly add Em-dashes. It pisses me off that it comes off as just hyphens

"Mrbl…" The Drifter grumbled groggily into the soft paradise that was the Inn pillow. His first day at the island of Patch was thankfully tame with nothing trying to kill him. Instead he was greeted with people of warm smiles and families aplenty. The Inn was even staffed by a rather loving woman insisted on being called 'Mom' rather than her real name - which he forgot to ask for - oh well.

Leaning up from the pillow was the first task was already difficult enough as it was! He spent so much time exploring the port town he was currently in that he was dead tired. That didn't mean he could slack off either, he needed to get some research done. The simplest research would most likely be the wildlife here and the animals seemed similar to what was back home on pre-war Earth so nothing should be too much different except those weird black and white animals. Main stickler would be that he would have to travel back to Menagerie to study its innerworkings too.

Ehh, maybe not the best idea. The thought resounded in his head as he drew a map that he bought from the general store next-door, and with a marker that was already running out of ink, he drew his path, the first would be head straight to Vale, then head north to Atlas, then go through go through Vacuo and then to Mistral. Basically one giant spiral, simple and easy.

Now his true purpose here has come to fruition, he has money (not a lot), he has some experience with the people, and now he can start the pilgrimage from a more stable position in Patch instead of Menagerie.

Slipping his random, broken 10mm pistol into the magical domain of his duster's inner pocket. He just felt safer with a gun nearby. (Even if it was broken)

Walking down the Oaken steps of the Inn led to the main area, a bar to the left with Mom standing there with a smile as some patrons sitting at round tables enjoy a breakfast that she whipped up. The smell of Bacon and Eggs were truly tantalizing and sometimes good food was like sex, well as close as he could ever get to sex - Lily stopped him every time he was going to score. With a wave to Mom, and her waving back, he marched his way out of the homely Inn.

The sight of the town and the sudden light of the Sun engulfed his eyes. Compared to the broken moon he always saw - he preferred the day. The town was filled to the brim with fishermen who always greet you with a soft smile and a nod as mothers try to keep their children in order as they scurry about and play with each other. Then there's the usual couple who'll walk hand-in-hand and explore various shops.

This was a beautiful town!

The map shown that patch had a rather large forest and most towns covered the shore with a few independent houses usually owned by huntsmen being in the woods - away from danger but close enough to respond to Grimm attacks according to the book, The fuck is "Grimm?" Now since the Drifter only knew from the map what was in Patch he planned to purposely go through the "Danger Zones" that are marked in red lines so he can research the so called "Grimm".

Following the map he found the entrance to the forest and the first two minutes of walking in it, he took an immediate left completely leaving the trail.

Nothing was going to go wrong, he was good at this kinda stuff - hopefully - maybe.

The forest was a great luscious green with the ever present bird blitzing from tree to tree, The Drifter never understood why birds did that, it's just the way birds do he guessed.

tip-toeing from tree to tree in the midst of this vibrant forest gave him a feeling like those survivalists from the books he read. His mind wasn't thinking, "Finding a creature for research." No, the Drifter's mind was somewhere else.

He was trying to find prey.

As much as those childish thoughts plopped themselves in his brain, he still couldn't reminisce about home with what he was doing. Little things like his military operation he's running after taking over New Vegas, the Think-Tank, Rex, the Think-Tank, and most of all Mobius - Poor Mobius has to deal with those psychopaths.

A deep nasty snarl was heard within the distance and out of instinct, the Drifter hit the deck out of caution, ready to observe the creature.

Completely prone in the soft grass the Drifter slowly skulked his way from bush to bush, anything to conceal an outline of him, and most importantly, he turned off the lights on his mask.

The creature was scratching the bark off in what almost looked like a display of irritation, it's maw showed it's incredibly white teeth Pretty good teeth for what looks like a black Polar Bear. The sarcastic thought popped into mind. One finger rising to the side of his helmet to turn on that camera Dala gave him.

So far he's captured just a few seconds of the creature or so called "Grimm" - Yeah, it's easier to just call it Grimm - the large Grimm was still mulling about, the footage wouldn't do though, he had to get some fur samples, a skin sample, and bone sample. One from the spikes, from that skull, bone from the internal skeleton, and one of the eyes. From what the Drifter could tell, the skull looked thick with red markings, a weird evolutionary trait but okay, the eyes were completely red which didn't make sense, that would mean the blood vessels were thick or very clumped up together and on the surface of the eyes or the most outlandish idea would be that the eye is not made up of layers like human scleras, instead it's like one giant water balloon - but filled with blood - Still there was no explanation. Unless…

It's a simple intimidation factor. Except most animals only have to puff themselves up and screech to scare things. This kind of intimidation would mean that either the animal could only hunt the most dangerous of prey, and what do humans consider evil? Black, and red. The thought was slightly unnerving - Humans are no longer at the top of the food chain. These Grimm now take that spot - Not exactly a comforting thought that an animal either predominantly attacks humans for a food source. If he had any evidence to go by, the armor plating for some reason is completely negated when he fought one of those creatures in the desert. But wasn't it more like an Armadillo there? Those thoughts mattered only little when he heard a girl cry out.

"Zwei! Where are you boy!" Ruby Rose called for her beloved Corgi, "I got you those cookie-flavored dog treats I told you about!" She cupped her hands over her mouth again, and after a few seconds she was met with silence

"Darn! I thought that would've got him too" She pouted as she kicked a random rock. Zwei was catching on too fast about not believing her on the whole dog cookie-treats - they don't exist obviously - Since when did dogs eat cookies right?

Right?

"Shoo! Shooo!" The Drifter kept kicking his leg as the small Corgi gnawed at his pants leg, "My legs are not. A. Fucking. Chew. Toy!" He whispered with fervor and almost a hiss.

The dog still didn't stop. It kept gnawing at his pants leg and with one final kick (More like a football punt) the small dog finally let go and with it's adorable eyes, it made a cute bark.

No good, the Drifter slowly turned around hoping the Grimm wasn't looking his direction. Eyes closed he opened them. He was greeted face-to-face with a large set of teeth and the hot breath streaming past his helmet.

"W-why hello there!" The Drifter started as the Grimm looked at him curiously, " I was in the neighborhood asking if you would like to become a Jehovah's Witnes-" His words were cut off as a heavily telegraphed swing of a large paw came onto a collision course with the side of his head.

Ducking, the Drifter pulled out Sleepytyme and unleashed a hail of 10mm bullets into the belly of the fowl animal. Death was promptly achieved when the back to legs of the creature for some reason exploded Eh. I learned to stop questioning how things died a long time ago

Making quick work, he pulled out the Mauler Auto Axe and promptly sheared off and entire leg, and storing it into his Pip-Boy, the entry said " Leg?" before he promptly materialized out a screwdriver and a regular hammer, he used the ripper he had available and sawed off most of the bone off the face and promptly stored it leaving a gruesome display of a mutilated face. Now the main skull was thick, but his choices were limited on how to extract an eyeball quickly due to the body quickly decomposing somehow. So the most common method for him would be to quickly hammer the screwdriver and break off bone, relieving pressure that keeps the eye in, then the complete removal of the eye severing the optic nerve.

Slamming the hammer into the screwdriver was the easy part - hardest part was actually not damaging the eye from the bone straight up shattering - that was until he heard a rather shrill voice behind him.

"Oh Zwei! There you ar- OH MY GOD!" The Drifter paused to turn around to see a girl with red highlights looking absolutely terrified, "Wha- Why!?" She stuttered in a panicky shock.

"Cuz lil' lady," The Drifter chuckled, "Science. That's why. Now go back home now, the last thing I need is more of these things" That was kind of a lie. He could gather as much samples as he wanted. But he'd rethink his decision of trying to excise the eyes and just decapitate the Grimm from now on.

"Hey! I'm not little! I drink milk!" The small girl crossed her arms pouting and then looked back with a grimace as he tore apart the Ursa skull., "Anyway, why do you want that Ursa eyeball anyway?" she asked genuinely disgusted as he turned back to his eye pounding.

A few smashes of bone later as the eye becomes visibly more slack he opens up "I'm doing this for my friendly neighborhood scientists back home," A few smashes later and a grumble he continues, "They can easily tell what this eye can do, what it's filled with, what capabilities they have. If they wanted to they could even tell me what proteins are inside the thing."

"Oh… I see"

A few seconds pause as he covertly digitised the eyeball

"By the way, what's your name anyway lil' girl?"

Her eyes narrowed as she puffed up rather adorably, "I'm not little!" She went reverted from her air inflated size and continued in the same energetic fashion "I'm Ruby Rose! Nice to Meetcha!" She over extends her hand in some awkward fashion She never really sees people much, does she?

The Drifter wouldn't be wrong.

The Drifter was dumbstruck, she looked like a fairy tale, that still didn't stop the Drifter from being polite and shaking her hand. As his dad once said, "Don't be a dick."

"Ju-just… Lemme take you home." He sighed, as he looked at her again as she had a slight flush

"O-okay," She nodded looking flustered, "I never had another boy take me home before. Yang is gonna be so proud of me!"

"Sorry about that Ruby," The Drifter looked towards her direction, "We ain't datin' and I don't want to feel guilty knowin' a lil' girl like you got ripped to shreds by these Grimm."

She giggled slightly at that, "You think I can't protect myself? Uncle Qrow taught me! Look!" She quickly draws a small red box and suddenly a loud cacophony of sounds as metal scraped against each other as the mysterious object began to unfold revealing a very large scythe as the Drifter essentially just slumped completely dumbfounded.

"It's also a high-caliber sniper rifle too." she added with a smirk.

"I-I-I Just… Nevermind." He sighed I gotta really stop questioning things here.

A girl frilled in a red and black miniskirt and a red hood and a man clad in dusty armor and a gasmask just casually talking to each other, a stranger sight could not have been found in this forest

"Yeah my Uncle Qrow is pretty awesome" Ruby chattered on about her uncle as she held her precious dog in her arms as they walked down the forest trail as she led him to her home.

"Yeah, I had an uncle you could say once. His name was Rodham, but I called him Roddy. He had all these awesome guns and stuff. But you know, he can't compare now to the shear amount guns I have with me right now."

Her eyes widened like saucers, her mouth agape like door was left open and she even stopped Woops! Ruby has crashed please wait until reboot. Boop. Seconds later, the biggest word splurge to ever smash into mankind just flowed out of the flood gates, "Ohmygosh, ohmygosh! Showmeshowmeshowmeshowme! Doesitshootfiredustorallkindsofdustpersonallyfireismyfavoritebutdon'ttellYang. Ihaveahigh-caliberscythesniper,whatdoyouhave!?"

This girl was crazy about her weapons - Boy did he love it - She was crazy, but good crazy about weapons.

With a small sigh and just assumed that she basically said "Show all the awesome guns now!" he graced her eyes and ears with his weapons. A P94 Plasma rifle was sprung into reality, it's very obviously used, but the giant claw on the end insisted a very sinister purpose with the brass colored piping along the side with a carry handle sight.

Ruby almost dropped Zwei. Knees unsteady, she feebly placed him down as she literally was becoming unhinged the word 'precious' could be heard in her ramblings.

"So." The Drifter added with a click of his tongue, "I bet you wanna know this baby can do?" Gripping the plasma rifle tightly, he noticed Ruby in an outright trance. She's in a complete loss of words, only able to make some sounds Wait. Does she have her tongue hanging out?

"Alrighty then," Shouldering his plasma rifle, he points it at the closest tree and fires. A deep green discharges from the spike as it sails across the air splattering on the tree. The tree subsequently bursts into flames "How about them apples?"

"I.. I…" Ruby just sputters as she visibly begins to shake constantly. It was as if she just some higher state of euphoria.

"Ruby, come on. Lemme take you home" The Drifter motions for her to come.

"But I wanna try it!" Ruby pouts again and it's already getting dark - she needs to go home - but maybe just a little longer just to have some innocent fun.

The day continued until night where Ruby experienced the guns of the wasteland; lasers, plasma, and rockets. Ruby loved them all. She was knowledgeable on guns too! Even if it some of the terminology was weird, what's "Dust" Surely that magical substance is more than just the common piles of dust you find laying about in the wasteland. That was until he felt her poke the side of his helmet.

"Hey. This is my house," Ruby pointed with a wide smile at the cozy home as the light in the windows contrasted with the dark sky, "Dad is probably scared to death about me. But he shouldn't worry. I'm a grown girl!" She says as she pounds her fist into her chest.

"Okie dokie Ruberonie" Both Ruby and the Drifter chuckle at the nickname, "Goodbye!" The Drifter waves to the small frame as she opens up the door, he can hear the faint yell of a man as he scolds her as he walks away from the house and back to the forest. A day spent with someone as sweet as her did make time fly by as they had fun - Too bad that he wasn't going to see her again - goodbye did seem like the proper thing to say after all. His new goal now, find a campsite…

The door creaked open as Ruby was tired, but still thoroughly excited with her new friend - even Zwei liked him! Still, the air felt incredibly thick, but why? Usually Yang was here to greet her. What's going on here? Ruby got visibly confused scratching her head, it was very dark out though, so it must be very late. Pulling out her scroll as it expanded into its normal shape she checked the time and- Oh God! It was nearly twelve A.M.! Unfortunately Zwei's tail dipped between his legs when a very audible footstep was heard

"Ruby! Where were you," Tai-Yang, Ruby's father taps his foot with a cocked head and a piercing glare, "Yang was out searching for you! We were about to go get Qrow too!" His eyes narrowed as poor Ruby looked down, she always had trouble looking her father in the eyes when he was angry, it was obvious too. He didn't want the same thing that happened to Summer happen to her.

"D-dad… I was out with a friend," She looked up to meet Tai's eyes with hurt. It was her fault she took too long to get home… If only, "He said he would take me home, we talked when we went to the forest, I was trying to find Zwei, I found him cutting up pieces of an Ursa, he said it was for 'Research'." Tai paused for a minute taking in the information.

Shaking his head, he sighed, "Just get to bed Ruby, I'm happy you're back home. I was absolutely afraid. C'mere…" Ruby walked forward as he grabbed both her shoulders and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Now get to bed little squirt!" Tai laughed as he ruffled Ruby's hair.

"Night dad." Ruby smiled as she marched up the stairs to her room

That was when she just noticed, her hood felt weighed down, What? How? What's in it? Reaching back into it, a large metallic and green object fell out, as well as what looks like several small cells.

Did he… Give these to me?

She laid out what she had on her bed. A large pistol that had a green, tinge on some parts it's side said "Glock 86 'Plasma Defender'" and some weird cells that served as ammunition most likely.

"Holy…" Ruby stammered. This was a gift right? Sure this was a gift. Friends give each other gifts right? Was it a proposal and she never noticed?! Oh no! Wait… They don't even know each other's name. Surely this was a gift:

Right?

Right… It was a gift… From a friend. Friends care for one another and they will always be by our sides. Ruby's face brightened to a Strawberry red. I can't let Yang know a boy gave me a gift, she'll never let me live it down.

With just her luck, Yang burst through the door behind her. Eyes fire red and her blonde hair almost positively growing, her bosom rising and falling from deep breaths she gritted her teeth as she spoke, "Sis… Where. Were. You." the sound of pure anger and worry as she stiffened her shoulder when she dragged herself towards her cowering sister

Ruby's eye widened, "Uh… With a friend?"

Tonight won't be normal will it? Actually - her days are never normal.

Thus the chapter is done! Please let me know how I did Ruby! I have so much fucking trouble trying to write other characters that sometimes conversations just come off... Forced. Like they hate their lives and really don't want to talk. Unless I'm just being the most critical of myself.