Alrighty guys. I'm gonna have to say, I was... Meh with this chapter. The length is nice. But I had to sacrifice by making Blake OOC in some way. Though, what do you guys think of it?

Blake shuffled slightly in her bed while still embarrassed to look Patton in the eyes. Wasn't hard to understand why when your friend literally walked in on you playing with yourself. Blake noticed he wasn't looking her direction and instead saw him on his side facing away from her on the bed next to hers. A faint bloop of synthesized sounds and a few grumbles of "Fuck you piece of shit" and classics such as, "Get fucked." and, "I fucked you up harder than I fucked up your mom."

Confused, Blake went to investigate. Who wouldn't?

Laying one foot on the carpet she already felt a dirty shiver up her spine I should've worn socks. The dingy carpet wasn't exactly the best feeling on bare feet but that didn't stop her intrigue of learning why he was spouting vulgar remarks and swears. She skulked her way over to his bed that creaked every now and again begging for mercy. Each step felt like stepping her feet into a diseased cesspool of late-night drinking I'm gonna need to boil my feet after this.

She reached his bed, and standing tall over his body as if she were some mass-murderer ready strike and she peered over his shoulder. What she saw was something she didn't think of. The screen of that worn device was aglow and filled with it were of that of a game. Yup, just a game.

With a few taps on his shoulder she stirred Patton's attention, "Yeah Blake?" He grumbled as more bleeps flew out of the device's hidden speaker.

"Don't you think we should explore the city some more?" Blake asked with one hand on a cocked hip.

"Sure, go get your bath- shower- or whatever you do." Patton just motioned towards the bathroom door before resuming his game. Blake just nodded as her feet padded over to grab a towel and washcloth before disappearing into the small bathroom.

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The distinct smell of fire dust filled the air as factories churned out consumer goods and the streets being filled with trucks loading and unloading cargo on docks or left in warehouses for later shipment.

Blake spun slowly around, taking in all the cobwebs and dust-bunnies that fill the abandoned warehouse, "Why are we here?" She quickly turned to Patton with a raised eyebrow. Patton on the other hand ignored her and went on appraising the warehouse with careful attention to every little detail. From the scarce rusted nut holding the beams up from above, to the cracks in the floor. There was a few catwalks, mostly one that went up by rickety metal steps that led to an abandoned office that looked as if it was left in a hurry.

Taking care to watch each step up the dilapidated stairs they entered the musty office. Rotted ceilings with clear signs of mildew and name tags that were still present, though too faded to read and even a few private photos of the families of those who worked here. They were housed in a coppery picture frame that already had patina slathering the edges. Blake picked up the image glaring at it. It left her with a sense of melancholy. The picture had a child on a red-haired man's lap as a giant banner that said "Happy Birthday!" in a purple font. Other children and adults - supposedly the parents - are there with the same bright smiles.

It was an image of a bygone era. The people never even knew this place would close down. The thought came to mind, but what if the people did know? But were just hiding that fact away and acting as if it didn't exist? It didn't matter, she slipped the image out of it's frame and into her back pocket. Why? She didn't know why. She even looked to Patton to see if he noticed.

There here was, Glancing at a private photo, and placing it back down as an unimportant object, she didn't know what he was looking for in this warehouse, but this must be the reason for the sudden dead quiet he was giving. Does this place remind him of something? It made sense, but she would confront him on it later.

"Blake." Patton's voice broke the bleary silence of the office, he was sitting in the office chair reclining and him resting the side of his helmeted head on his fist, "You got all you wanted yet?" His voice was awfully different from what she was used too. Instead of the cheery childish demeanor, she was greeted with a soft spoken man.

"Y-yeah." Blake nodded and looked her friend in the eyes past the visor of his helmet.

"Let's go."

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Patton took glances at the few file folders he found in that office while walking down the industrious street. Blake tried to suppress the urge to look at the folder too, as she spared a glance every now and again with the folder still in Patton's armored grip.

"So," There was a momentary pause before Blake continued, "What's in there exactly."

Patton actually looked up from the folder and somehow never walked into somebody as he was preoccupied with reading the folder, "One word Blake, 'Embezzlement'." She nodded her head understandingly, "In fact - from the records - the business was doing bad in the first place. Higher up wanted to cook the books a bit. They were down a million, but reported a two-million profit." Blake absorbed in whatever she could - even if it was just financial records and employee memos.

The streets began to swell even more with the same traffic. Trucks zoomed by, it was a mesmerizing sight, but Patton and Blake didn't want to sit and gawk, they had a city to explore. That was when a certain white truck was caught in the heat of the traffic. The logo, the same snowflake as the Schnee Dust Corporation. The driver was obviously frustrated from the blockage, but that didn't stop Blake from wanting to nearly growl at the truck.

Patton saw the weird display with a look of absolute confusion. The fuck is her problem? Patton almost tiptoed his way to the pissed girl, "Erm… Blake? You having flashbacks now?"

She didn't find it funny…

She stomped by Patton like the hormonal teenager she was and hissed, "Let's go…" as she dragged him away from the boxy truck, farther away from the industrial district and farther into the nearby ghettos.

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Blake still had that grimace on her face, the kind you get after tasting mystery meat. She still didn't let go of that death grip on his wrist either, he didn't want people thinking they were couple - he was actually thinking more about his wrist's safety. Sadly a few grunts and a couple of pulls, Blake still resolved to tug on him and he eventually gave up, "Blake! Where're you takin' me!" he almost shouted

"I'm taking you to show what the Schnee Dust Company has done to my people!" Blake hissed back with a sickening fervor just as Patton reared back expecting to be yelled at even more, "This corrupt company endangered my people's lives needlessly as they quickly reap the profits leaving us to struggle!"

Minutes go on by as the industrial district gradually fades and the sight of clumped together apartments and faunus crowding the street below. They all wore rather drab clothing more reminiscent of the Wasteland - if you'd discount the fact wastelanders had a niche to place armor on whatever clothing they had - they were the only people who actually stood out. Sadly that granted more than just a few stares.

"Girl's got a nice ass..."

"That dude looks like a shooter!"

"Is that girl pissed at her date?"

Blake, absent mindedly ignored those comments and continued down the street until they got to a "recreation" park (Very light on the "Recreation" part) The park was more of a blank concrete slab with a few trees, benches, and just a few swing sets for the kids. The cement plaza gave enough view of them being boxed in by four walls of just apartments.

Blake, with strong gestures, pointed to the old housing, "We get shoved in small tenant houses with the meager pay! Sure not all Faunus have it bad, but that doesn't stop the greater amount of racism we face!"

Patton didn't know what to say honestly. He wasn't surprised - actually they had it lucky by actually having a house - but how does he break it to her…? That he just… I've seen worse, Freeside is in the shit pile too.

Blake just stared at Patton expectantly like he was supposed to make some magical epiphany about their situation and instantly feel bad.

"Well… Blake…" Patton was just throwing words together, "It sucks to see people stuck in ghettos, but- what about those who have it rougher?"

Blake nodded her head understandingly, "I understand, but people shouldn't be forced and subjected into this kind of living space. With them barely able to make a living wage, they're going into mines that have the potential to ignite! "

Forgetting to secure his "Anti-Get-Blake-Pissed-Off Filter" properly in place he made the horrid decision of speaking without thinking, "Blake, where I come from, we went through a time like that years ago. It only takes time and some action by the affected."

Oh fuck… I goofed

Blake's eyes narrowed dangerously, "I know. But that's why we have civil rights groups. Even the White Fang, no matter how misguided!

"Blake - the White Fang is fucking Psychotic for a civil rights group! I mean, Adam What's-his-face basically has the personality of a deranged man! Their groupies just shoved a gun in my face and they think that helps their PR! They're crazy!" Patton realized that Blake's face was darkening, and was heavily gritting her teeth.

With a growl Blake almost screamed at Patton, "You really think they're crazy!" She threw her arms up in the air as passersby stopped in their tracks to gawk at the firefight of words, Patton took notice, Blake clearly didn't, "Talk about them being crazy!? Look at you!" She shoved a finger into his chestplate, "You were able to slaughter a whole group of them and then look me in the eyes as if there was nothing wrong at all!"

"Because Blake," Patton's eyes narrowed in conviction, "I was trying to protect myself."

"It doesn't stop the fact that you killed innocent people!" Blake hissed, as her fists clenched together.

A few people were stopping to take a gander and of course were easily swayed to Blake's side, a few shouts and jeers were directed at Patton, but he didn't care.

Patton swallowed a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down, before answering back to hopefully end the argument, "Blake, I don't have time for this. I'm going back, but I want to give you some food for thought." Patton pointed a finger dangerously close to Blake's forehead and with a voice that was the embodiment of spite he replied with a guttural tone, "I want you to think of a better solution when you have a whole crew of people wanting to kill you at a moment's notice!"

"Then how abo-" Blake stopped herself when that same red-glow from his visor was back. That bright red left an imposing presence, and in an instant, Patton turned heel, and peeled it out of there.

Blake was going to follow, thankfully she knew best and left the enraged man alone.

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Pushing and rubbing shoulders across the faunus who stared at him with disdain during his attempted leave, Patton was pissed. Who wouldn't be? You got some girl who acts like she fucking knows you and directs you on how to act. Not only that he was the one who offered her an escape. Sure killing in this world was wrong. But what can you do if you were given no choice? Just sit there and die? No! You would fight tooth and nail to live! It was human nature. Just because you've killed doesn't make you evil… Right?

Doesn't matter now That bitch can leave for all I care. She wouldn't understand, she… She shouldn't understand… The eyes of devilish red were gone, revealing the same eyes of a dull and worn blue. Luckily, the hateful gazes eventually turned into mere glances of annoyance as Patton was nearing the edge of the ghettos and back into the industrial district.

The warehouse was a prime spot, it was right by the docks too, he didn't know why he liked that fact, he just did. That didn't stop the idea that he might need to look for more backups just in case.

The cacophonous roar of truck engines emanated in the air, the area emanated with smells of brimstone, something Patton was more than used to in the wasteland. Workers brushed on by them, some with soot on their faces and business officials sometimes rubbing shoulders with the workers. It was a strange sight, but they nonetheless don't seemed bothered, most likely they accepted it as a part of their life.

As much as Patton wanted to look around for more abandoned or empty warehouses, he just wallowed in the streets with the rest of everyone else. He actually didn't want to look around, and for once he felt just tired. The sun was still up, but there wasn't any real rush. He might as well get the most out of that hotel room. With the little amount of lien he has left, and with little motivation, he decided to hike back to the room.

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Cold water was rushing out of the sink, and laid on the counter was Patton's helmet, the eyes now left with lifeless voids. Distinct sounds of brushing sounded the room as the blue foam dripped from his lips. He vigorously kept at his brushing even when he heard the door click open.

I'm going to be kicked out aren't I? Blake thought. She wasn't worried too much, she's been out alone before, What's going to happen when I enter this room? A fight, probably worse than the last. She was having second thoughts opening the door.

After hardening her nerves, she was resolute on opening the door. Thankfully, with the extra key she had, she slowly, but surely opened the door. Water was running - snapping her head to her right, she saw Patton. His helmet was firmly planted on the counter next to him, His hair from what she could from the rear, was seemingly left in a crew cut, and his hair was in a darkened sandy blonde that looked as if it lacked luster.

"Hey." Blake called, She waited a few moments just staring before timidly entering the room and planting herself on her bed. She laid her head down and watched expectantly for him to make at least some kind of remark - unless you consider the sounds of brushing teeth a response - she watched as he kept going for what felt like minutes. Before finally a squeak and then the water halted.

Seating the helmet back on his head, he turned to face Blake with those same blue eyes that peered from his visor, Blake was wincing, she was fully expecting to straight up get kicked out. Who wouldn't? Fighting with the one that is essentially giving you a place to stay? The one who essentially tried to give you a new life? Did she just trash it? I gotta pack up.

He just sat there with a blank gaze and watched the girl try and gather what little possessions she had into a small bag. Any sound was the sound of clothes rustling or a zipper being opened, that was until his nonchalant voice shattered the silence, "I didn't say you had to leave."

Wait… What?

She was taken aback, Adam wouldn't allow that kind of argument from anybody, in fact he would find some horrid way to punish them. This man just brushed it off. Why? The thought flashed in her head.

Patton merely waved her off, and back on the road again was his cheery attitude, "Bah! I wasn't that angry at you! But that doesn't mean I can't forgive. I kill people - yeah it's "wrong", but you ain't so innocent yourself. Also, I've fought with my fair share of travel buddies." The thought of Jericho echoed in his mind. Eughh… Him. They argued a lot, but they stuck through thick, and thin. He shrugged the thought off and continued, "Besides, my Ma always got pissed when I argued with the other neighbor's kids. So she told me to, "Agree to disagree" Too bad that idea didn't help too much before." Patton sighed.

Blake could only chuckle, for someone who could look a man in the eye and shoot them, he was a momma's boy, "You must've been a good child when you were younger huh?"

He was taken aback by the statement as if it was almost some kind of horrible insult, "Good? Boy!? Those two words don't mix for me - except for the boy part and all - but still! I was a troubling lil' thing back then! Ma would always whip me. Pa was worse when he had a belt. Pa also knew locking me into a room was essentially torture and he did just that. Left me in a room with a bookshelf and I was forced to sit and read when I wanted to go out."

Blake sat cross legged on the bed with an amused smile quickly building on her face as she watched her partner recounting the tales of the punishment he would receive from his parents.

The day went by quickly as he told stories of his family, to Ian being a little wuss, to Roddy being an awesome hero, no matter how drunk, or how often he would try to pick up girls that were two times younger than him. Though as the day dragged to night Blake was laid still in her bed, and Patton retreated to his own - lights off with only the glow of the TV providing light as they watched nightly news - she actually read her book and just listened to the news. Instead of the usual Lisa Lavender providing cover stories. It was a replacement female anchor due to the fact that, she too, is human and needs to have a life as well.

"News of the rising prices of dust continue to surface as more, and more brutal attacks on the Schnee Dust Company continue to pile!" The overenthusiastic anchor rambled out of her mouth.

Patton lazily glanced over to his right, and watched Blake almost secretly revel in satisfaction. Time to burst that little bubble. "Blake, if they go bust, hundreds of faunus will lose their jobs. It's not like Schnee's are gonna just give what money they have left away either. They're gonna probably rebrand or something." His voice was nonchalant, but the smile hidden behind his gasmask lied to what he actually felt.

As if he pressed a button, Blake's smiled turned upside down when reality bitch-smacked her. Oh Lord… Toying with her is gonna be the best payment she could ever give me.

In a voice that nearly sounded like defeat, Blake grumbled, "I'm gonna go to sleep," and with a click, the TV shut off. She turned to her side with a huff, fluffed her pillow and laid her head down on it's soft confines.

I wonder why she still wears a bow in bed. Patton thought, but then again he saw the bow twitch a few times. So possibly some horrible growth? Then again… She was literally at the island of the Faunus. Is she one too? Is she trying to hide that she's one? Whatever, didn't matter. He had more important work to worry about and that thought could be dealt with later.

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There he was. Staring up at the ceiling, hands on his gut just twiddling his thumbs. He was waiting for Blake to actually fall asleep, and when the sound of long, deep, relaxed breaths left the girl - he knew he was in the clear.

Slowly raising from the bed in an attempt to completely minimize any squeaking. The carpet provided reasonable padding but to reduce risk, he tried to spread his weight as much as he can, and moved slowly to the door.

Luckily there was little to no creaking for the door as he shut the door and snuck off into the night.

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The Industrial district was still rowdy with all the machinery, perfect cover for any noise that the Transportalponder Mark II would ever make. He had the device actually modified a few times by Mobius and the rest of the Think Tank. Instead of it being as loud as a bomb going off - which was fixed quickly thanks to the fact that it nearly shattered every single beaker and flask inside the Think-Tank, and not including the fact that it also shattered the fish tank of the Think Tank's resident pet fish - now it sounded like a firecracker going off. Not only that, a separate tripod was added and the large pistol now essentially turned into a rifle thanks to a new "feature" being added.

The device could make an interdimensional bubble that could be sustained when provided ample power by fusion cores. You could enter it and leave it like a spherical door - whatever sense that makes.

Finding the Docks? Piece of cake. Finding the warehouse? Easy as pie. Problem was that some people also fancied that warehouse too. Sadly enough it seemed to be some orange-haired, white-coated, cane-wielding, man who dressed way too flamboyantly. He was directing a very easily identifiable White Fang member.

Hiding behind a crate in the distance, Patton pulled out his COS rifle, and steadied his scope on the two men. They obviously couldn't see him, he was prone and had his body angled behind the crate to where his outline was barely visible.

The ordeal lasted five minutes before they disappear behind another building. Leaving the White Fang member to enter the same warehouse that Patton was going to use…

Fucking damn it!

Patton was low to the ground, he withdrew Sleepytyme - one of his favorite weapons for close-quarter engagements - slowly but surely he made what was minutes feel like hours as he skulked to the rear entrance. Every step he made had a chance of being caught, but with eyes constantly scanning for any possible threat that wasn't going to be a problem. He reached the door as it opened with a slight squeak.

Musty damp air struck Patton, familiarity was brought to life as a faint reminder of the bombed out, dilapidated office buildings back on Earth. Patton felt at home with his gun still clutched in his hands, and this White Fang member? It was just a typical raider or fiend in his mind.

Patton watched like a predator as the White Fang member was marking walls and the floor. Most likely placement for some kind of base as to where furniture and such are going to go.

"Why'd they let a human on board." The disgruntled White Fang member with a Tiger tail mumbled with a gruff tone.

Unluckily for him, those were his last words before three sub-sonic 10mm rounds pierced the back of his skull as the exit wounds of the burst caused an explosion greymatter and gore and he dropped to the floor like a sack of hammers.

Patton now had evidence of death on the floor, thankfully he knew what to do with it.

Materializing the tripod and placing it level to the ground, the Transportalponder MK II was mounted on it. Holding the trigger for seventeen seconds, the sounds of began to whir before it matched the hum of a miniature car engine on idle. Finally a blue bubble of a rip in space was generated.

The blue hue was bright, but beautiful. A true testament to science. Taking a moment to fireman carry the cadaver - not minding the continuously dripping brains - he walked into the portal entering the same anti-septic scented room of familiarity.

"Honey! I'm home~!" Patton called out for Klein to float his fat metal body over, "And I brought presents~!" That last bit worked a lot more than it should've. Almost the entire Think Tank ran (More like floated) their way to Patton as if he was Santa Claus handing out gifts.

"Lobotomite! You're back! Back from the… Forbidden-Realm!" Kleine bellowed in some grandiose fashion, "Not only that you brought a living speci-"

The cadaver flopped to the floor as the rest of the brain just flew out of the gaping missing shard of skull in the poor man's head. It looked like pink scrambled eggs falling on the floor.

"Annnd it's dead…" Dr. 0 piped up, before continuing with now reduced enthusiasm, "Good job I guess. But isn't this just a regular man?"

Patton could only shake his head, before pointing at the very obvious tail. They quickly pieced it together before already having a robot drag the body away, and a smaller robot follow right behind sucking up the leaking bodily fluids. Mobius was still there just zoning out though as everyone else was giddy by actually having a specimen to poke sticks at.

Walking up to Mobius, he tapped the monitor stirring Mobius from his stupor, "Huh? What? Yes?" Mobius almost dropped out of the air before balancing himself.

"Mobius, what do you think of introducing an invasive species to Remnant?" Patton asked as Mobius was unsure of where exactly he was getting at.

"It depends. Who or what are you even going to drag back to that world with you?" he asked, interests already piqued.

"How would putting another Wastelander or two on Remnant sound?"

"Oh…"

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Okay, so you people want a romance with Blake. If I actually decide of making a romance with Blake, it's going to be a good while before they actually get stuck together. You'd see more of an OOC Blake, and it would obviously take a while. Having an easy romance is boring to read. So I'd have to try really hard. Though with my problem of wanting to go to bed at 1 in the morning doesn't help at all for me. Actually, I didn't like the end of this chapter and obviously I could've done better. Hopefully the length is acceptable. But I should start replying more to Guest comments. I reply to reviewers who have an account with PM's. It'd be only fair to do the same for the ones who aren't using/don't have an account.

Before I begin, I wanna take the time of day to actually thank you people for reading and reviewing my work. I didn't expect this many people to read or actually like this. It's shit compared to other people's work, but I'm trying my best to improve. So please. Tear my story apart and tell me what could be better. Structuring and the such. Also, I'm on my search on how to properly add em-dashes to this bitch still. I dunno if they're not allowed

I also have a setup on how to plan the plot. It's very plain and basic, but I don't mind. I usually plan things out far ahead, but I leave them vague and I add details to the closest chapters. When I move on to the next, I find the next line of vague detail on what to do, and I expand it. That's the only way I know on how to plan things ahead. Now onto the Guest Replies for last chapter

Guest: I haven't exactly planned for there to be a straight up relationship between Blake and Patton. I could probably get them together. But Blake isn't the kind of touch-feely character like Yang or someone else would be. She's a lot more reserved. But Adam? Patton probably might not bang Blake, but Adam is gonna be in a Hell of a fight when he actually fights Patton.

Bane: Holy Hell. You people are already shipping them! They haven't even reached Beacon to actually meet the other characters! I might find ideas for romantic options but for your other ideas? Eh... You gotta remember. Also, Patton never meant to actually go out and just be a savior to humanity. He's doing almost everything for an educational experience, Blake is more of a test for Patton, to see what it's like to have someone from this world interact with him.

Okay, finally guys. Big announcement. I have a few stories conjured up in my head. I won't say what they are, I might list them on my Profile. Kind of a Works in Process list. So if you wanna know what I'll be writing up when I have the time. Check my profile in a day or a few.

Sorry for this huge Author's Note too.