Chapter I: Acting Odd
Jaune smiled, marching through the halls and striding through the soft rays shining from the windows. Nothing in the world could drag him down on a day like this. He couldn't bring himself to care about the odd looks the other students gave him as he passed by, a goofy smile plastered onto his face. He wasn't worried about Port boring him to death, Oobleck's tests, or an unfair fight in Goodwitch's class. No, he felt like he could take on the world and nothing else mattered. When he eventually made it to the cafeteria, grabbed a tray, and sat down, the others noticed his mood immediately, not that he tried to hide it at all.
"Someone looks happy. Who was it, vomit boy?" Yang teased, but Jaune ignored her the best he could.
"Did something cool happen?" Nora joined in, leaning over Ren in order to face him. "Oh oh, did you get us a pet? Is it an ursa — no, an ursa major?"
Jaune simply shook his head, focusing on his food as Ren listed the many reasons why team JNPR would not be getting an ursa major or any grimm as a pet. Ren was duly ignored. Instead of answering right away, Jaune decided to let the news simmer, hoping it would be more dramatic the longer he waited. Not that Weiss or Blake would care, though the latter was less a case of disinterest and more so one of reading her book instead of paying attention. He was also aware that Yang would likely lose interest, Pyrrha might only be humoring him in waiting, and Ren — he wasn't sure of Ren, that was yet to be seen. Though, if Ruby's rapid glances were anything to go off of, he had taken enough time.
Jaune considered standing, placing one foot on the seat and the other on the table, raising a hand skyward and shouting his news for the world to hear, but that would be too much. Especially when he might need to keep this a secret. Might.
He settled for dramatically clearing his throat, earning an equally melodramatic eye roll from Weiss, but drew the attention of those around him nonetheless. Satisfied he spoke as nobly as he could. "Dear friends and Weiss," he ignored the harumph down the table, "It has come to my attention that my name is a lie."
His friends were confused, and rightfully so. Ruby led the questioning. "You're name's not —"
Only for Nora to loudly interrupt her. "Your name is Lie too?" She gasped. "Are you Renny too?"
Deciding to answer most of the questions there could be at once, Jaune pulled out an old document and threw it on the table. It was his birth certificate which he had found recently and written on it in thick, black, calligraphic letters was 'Jaune D'Arc.' The table was silent, though it came from varying reactions. As he had expected, Blake only pushed herself deeper between the pages of some novel and Weiss was trying to tune them out waiting for the situation to blow over. Ruby was confused, his partner was trying to find what significance there was, both Yang and Nora looked disappointed, but it was Ren that truly reacted.
He was the first to speak, his pink eyes meeting Jaune's. "Jaune D. Arc?"
A silent conversation passed between them, Ren throwing out a challenge and Jaune meeting it. It was ended promptly with a sigh.
"That's not how it would be pronounced," Weiss commented, revealing that despite her best wishes, she had paid attention. "The D. is not an initial for another name, it simply goes with his surname. I didn't expect that mistake from you."
Ren did not argue with her, but he also did not concede to what she said. Yang took the opportunity to put in her two cents. "So, there's another letter on your last name? That's cool, I guess. It just doesn't sound that big of a deal if you ask me."
"It's a very big deal," Jaune countered. "It means I was born an enemy to the gods."
He received several flat looks, and Pyrrha gently placed her hand on his shoulder. "Jaune, are you feeling okay?"
His grin widened, threatening to split his face in two. "More than okay, Pyr. I feel like I could take on the world right now."
That was hardly any reassurance for his friends. Ruby squirmed a bit, clearly trying to think through some words to say to him while most of the others might have been planning what to say to Dr. Oobleck. On the bright side, he had finally managed to ensnare both teams in his news.
"Arc, er — D'Arc, while any humor that is not Yang's is," she paused, "appreciated, I think I can speak for everyone here when I say this is quite the reach. Even compared to Yang."
If Weiss noticed the hole in the back of her head being bored by Yang's eyes, she didn't react.
When Jaune clearly refused to be swayed, Pyrrha sent a nervous glance to the voice of reason on their team, really the voice of reason in the student body and would be all of Beacon if not for Glynda Goodwitch.
Once more, the boys' eyes met and Ren spoke as carefully as he could. "What will you do now that you know this?"
"Go on an adventure, of course," Jaune replied easily. "Say Ren, I'm going to turn this world upside down; wanna come with me?"
Weiss was starting to bristle at the blatant chaos before her. "You dolt! Why would anyone just —"
"Sure."
The calm voice, as quiet as it was, carried more weight than any had expected. Jaune leaned back triumphantly, laughing loudly and even drawing a few stares from those around them.
"What are you doing?" Weiss hissed at Ren. "You and Pyrrha are supposed to be the ones on your team with brain cells!"
"Hey!" Nora cried. She was alone in her outburst since Jaune couldn't care less to defend himself at the moment. That was the beginning of the small cacophony that reigned their section of the table. Those around them began inching away as their voices rose. It hardly helped when Jaune's answers to questions involved 'epic adventure,' 'lots of treasure,' and last, but certainly not least, 'throwing hands with gods.' What made that all the more potent was how Ren simply followed along, agreeing with each point as if it were fact. By the time breakfast was over, team RWBY and Pyrrha were more than a bit concerned for their friends. Nora was too, but that came from the fact that they kept shutting down her addons. Yes the grand seas await, but no, Nora, there's no riding on the backs of dragons.
Yet they had run out of time to address the issue, now sitting in the middle of Port's class. Despite the chaos, their friends weren't that concerned and willingly let the matter slide once they were forced to sit down and be quiet. Thus they fell into the usual motions of surviving Port's class. Blake blatantly opened a new book, Yang and Nora drifted off to Yang and Nora land respectively, and none of the others fared much better. Even Weiss, who was the only one to ever pay any attention in grimm studies, looked as though she would rather hear CRDL talk about how 'great' they were. That wasn't to say no one was paying attention.
Truth be told, it was a strange day for him, but Jaune seemed mildly invested in Port's story. Ren, who usually spent Port's class mentally caving inward, seemed more lost in thought than anything else. No one in RWBY or JNPR noticed how they sat next to each other, changing their sitting habits.
"...And so I finally had time to finish brushing my teeth properly with the swarm of ursai now at bay," the mustached man finally finished his first tale of the day. "Any questions — yes, Mr. Arc?"
All eyes shifted to the boy who dared egg on their professor. Jaune seemed to have no care in the world as his bright smile widened with the new attention. He was also positive that he heard Weiss' hand greet her forehead.
"I was just wondering, sir, if you had any stories about sailing the seas."
"Why sure I do, lad!" Port boomed in excitement, "I've gone all around the world, so of course I've sailed the many seas. I've even taken my sloop into uncharted territory, willing to go far above and beyond those that came before me, as I fear not the grimlands the way they did and others do."
He proceeded to regale them a tale of when he made a raft of beowolf fur and sticks to retrieve a purse that a nevermore had stolen. Once he was finished, he flashed a large smile to his students, puffing his chest out.
"Was that what you were wanting, Mr. Arc?"
Jaune nodded. "That was an amazing story, Professor Port. I just have one more question: have you heard of a certain pirate's treasure being kept in one place? Maybe one that would get thousands all across Remnant to set sail just to find it?"
"D'Arc, stop it," Weiss hissed across from him.
He also felt Pyrrha nudge him, but his eyes were locked on their teacher.
Blake was the first to notice how the man stood a little straighter, as if growing serious. He cleared his throat. "Mr. Arc, pray tell where you heard the dying words of such a great man?"
"I have a 'D' in my name."
Port's eyebrows rose enough to show his surprised eyes before he laughed. "Then I suppose that's the reason for your questions about the sea."
"My god, they understand each other," Weiss muttered, horrified. "They're communicating and they understand each other, Port and D'Arc. The world is ending."
Blake's eyes narrowed, and she whispered to Yang, "Something's going on here."
"What do you mean?" Yang whispered back, watching as their teacher seemed to prepare what he was about to say.
"Whatever Jaune is talking about today, Port understood. That means this isn't just Jaune, it's —"
"His words echoed into the halls of history!" Port suddenly shouted, full of gusto. "He announced to the world that he had gathered all his wealth in one place! Any who had a heart for adventure could set sail to find it, and if they did, it was theirs. Wealth, fame, power. He attained everything this world has to offer. And so, many headed for the Grand Line to find the great treasure he left behind. I myself searched for a while, but even I could not find it."
Jaune stood up. Pyrrha and Nora tried dragging him back down, but surprisingly Ren played interference on Nora and Pyrrha did not have the heart to actually stop him.
"Professor." Jaune's eyes were ablaze with excitement. "Is it real?"
The man's voice dropped in tone, far more sober now. "I cannot say. It came only from the words of a dying man and there has yet to be a soul to confirm it. On the other hand, I truly do believe in it."
Jaune put his foot on his desk, and thought he heard Weiss faint, but that was not important right now. "Then I'm going to find it! Even if it's only a shadow of a chance, I'm going to set sail into the world and find that treasure!"
Port let his somber atmosphere fade to his normal cheer. "Ho ho, lad! I should not say that I approve of such a career, and as a professor at Beacon I'm sure I should steer you away from it; however, if I were to catch you setting off, I might just turn a blind eye."
"I'm glad she's already passed out," Yang whispered. "I think hearing a professor condone piracy would give her brain damage. I mean, that is what I heard right? There was practically something about skull and crossbones in there."
"Y-yeah, he seemed —" Ruby started, but cut herself off, turning to Jaune. "You're not wanting to become a pirate, right Jaune? You just talked about going on an adventure, not becoming a bad guy."
Jaune scratched his head, the first time that day his actions reflected his normal self. "I promise that I won't be a bad guy, Ruby."
She looked hopeful, "So, you're not becoming a pirate?"
"I'm not becoming a bad guy."
She drooped a little. Why did he have to phrase it like that?
Class ended and everyone rushed out, chattering about the odd conversations that had happened. It was likely the first day in the year so far that everyone had paid attention in Port's class. Ren was walking side by side with Jaune while Pyrrha and Nora stared at their backs worriedly. For something they had hoped was a prank, this was going very far. It even included their teacher it seemed.
"Arc!" A voice called over the sea of students as the burly form of Carden Winchester made his way over to them. "You've got some talking to do."
Team RWBY had been behind JNPR not just because it had taken time for them to wake up Weiss, but also because they had wanted to discuss the obvious matter. When Cardin made to walk through them, Yang got in his way. Her face made it clear she was not in the mood for this.
"Okay, I'm not dealing with this right now. Our teams are having a hell of a day, so kindly fu —"
Cardin pushed past her, knocking her over slightly. "Not you, Xiao Long, I'm talking with Arc." His success came purely from her shock.
Many more protests were made or started, but they silenced as Jaune stared Cardin dead in the eyes and said, "What do you want, Cardin?"
The small crowd that was forming grew hushed, seeing someone stand up to the big bad Cardin. Jaune's friends were even more surprised that it was their nervous, doormat of a friend doing it. They all cared — most of them cared, but they almost never expected him to do anything about his bully.
Cardin grunted, as if acknowledging Jaune's spine. "That thing you said in Port's class, about finding that treasure. Were you actually serious about that?"
Pyrrha stepped up, not liking where this was leading, "Listen, Jaune's been a bit off today. Just leave him alone right now, he —"
"Let him speak for himself, Nikos," Cardin interrupted. "If he's talking all that stuff about greatness and glory, he shouldn't need you to speak for him, right?"
Pyrrha's eyes hardened. "Listen Cardin, I'm giving you a chance to —"
"I meant every word." Jaune acted as if Pyrrha was not there.
"Every word?" Cardin questioned him, looking him up and down. "What about when someone calls you a delusional dumbass? What about when your ass gets handed to you before you even make it anywhere? What then, Arc?"
Jaune did not waver. "I ignore them; I get back up; I keep pushing forward."
Cardin's expression became unreadable, like he put on a stoic mask. "And when do you plan on running away? Do you even have the guts to do it?"
"I need a crew first. Once I'm confident in those going with me, I'll set out."
There was a long pause, everyone in the hall waiting for something, anything, to happen. Then Cardin began walking away. He turned and pushed out of the crowd.
Before he was gone, he called out. "Make sure to tell me before you leave. You'll need some actual strength on your crew to make it anywhere."
Jaune could not help the smile that overcame him. He led the march back to their dorms once more, his perplexed friends followed in his wake.
"What just happened?" Ruby asked no one in particular.
"I think I would give up trying to understand today, Rubes," Yang replied somberly. "Maybe when we wake up tomorrow, the world will be different."
"What are you doing, Jaune?" Pyrrha asked, watching him stuff clothes into his bags.
"Packing."
She glanced at Ren and Nora, getting no support as Ren was doing the same thing and Nora was morbidly entranced by that. She sighed. "I see that, but you're not — are you really leaving, Jaune?"
He grunted, poorly stuffing a wad of shirts in the corner of his bag. "Not yet, but I'll need to be ready to leave at any time. The sea's calling me and I won't let anyone stop me. You can always come along, you know?"
She tried to form the words, but they just got caught in her throat. Every passing moment this became more of a nightmare that she refused to accept.
Nora felt similar. "You're not leaving me, are you Renny? Y-you're not going to leave me alone, right R-Renny — Ren?"
Ren hesitated, but continued packing. "It's not forever, Nora, and this needs to be done. I'll come back when we're done."
That seemed to break Nora. Pyrrha went to comfort her, but heard Jaune gasp. She turned to see him holding a yellow straw hat with a red ribbon around the brim. He was staring at it with what looked like nostalgia in his eyes.
"What is that, Jaune?" She asked. She was unsure why she did, but maybe it would give her more information.
He turned to her and smiled, "This was a gift given to me by a very important person…"
He led into a tale that drew the attention of his teammates. Pyrrha wanted to know more, Nora clinged onto it as a distraction, and Ren seemed interested.
A younger Jaune sat at a bar. He was running his mouth to a man who looked too drunk to listen. "You hear that? Someday, I'm gonna be a big, strong warrior. I'll be a hero, just like the stories I've read!"
The man downed his drink and fixed the boy with an odd look. "Listen brat, the world isn't an easy place to live in. It's big and dangerous, so you've got to get stronger. But you know what they say, when life gives you lemons, squeeze them, leave them, let them ferment, and hope whatever is left gets you drunk enough to forget life gave you lemons."
"What does that even mean?" Pyrrha interrupted.
Jaune shrugged. "He was a pretty weird guy."
Nora sniffed, rubbing her eyes, "So, that guy gave you that hat?"
Jaune nodded. "It was quite the moment…"
The wind was blowing fiercely, shaking the trees and sending the grass in waves. He was holding a straw hat in his hand, holding it out to a tiny Jaun.
"So, kid," he grumbled, "I got drunk off my ass last night, so no yelling or I can't promise I won't strangle you. Anyways, I woke up with this weird hat. I don't know if I lifted it from the market or took it from some hobo, but I do know it isn't my style. Want it?"
Jaune's eyes lit up, "Yeah, it looks so cool!"
"Wait, that's it?" Nora said, suddenly more invested than she was moments ago.
"Yeah, and I'll never forget that day," Jaune said. "That very day I promised I would become the type of man he inspired me to be."
Pyrrha mumbled something about vowing to stop that very promise. With the short story finished, the boys went back to packing. Pyrrha decided, for both her and Nora, that they could not handle being around that much longer. She took Nora and sought refuge in RWBY's room. Nora was pouting as they closed the door and moved across the hall.
After delivering a few sharp knocks, Pyrrha waited until the door cracked open. Yang was the one to greet them. "Yo, P-Money, the weirdos with you?"
Pyrrha sighed. "They're still back in our room. The atmosphere was suffocating Nora and I; could we stay here for a bit?"
Yang blinked at the response, but still opened the door wide enough to let them in. As they entered, Pyrrha saw Weiss forcing Ruby into homework. The poor girl looked like a scolded puppy.
Nora noticed a certain absence and voiced it, "Is Blakey not here?"
"Nope, just like usual," Yang answered, going over to her bed and flopping onto it. "Seems she's been spending more and more time at the library. I'm starting to think she thinks we're annoying or something."
"She would not be wrong," said Weiss.
Yang rolled her eyes. "Yeah, about one of us, at least. Anyways, what did you mean about the 'atmosphere?' Are they still acting odd?"
Pyrrha sighed, going to sit on the floor, but being moved to a bed as Ruby was using their presence to get out of studying. She heard Weiss mention that Ruby should not invite others to sit on her bed instead of her own, but Pyrrha was too focussed on her thoughts to really listen.
"They're serious," she finally said. Ruby and Weiss stopped fighting and Yang gave her full attention. Nora, who was sitting on Blake's bed, made herself smaller.
Weiss broke the silence. "You mean —"
"They're packing right now," Pyrrha answered.
"You're kidding?" Yang sat upright. "There's no way they're actually going through with this, right?"
Pyrrha shook her head. "I think — I think they're serious. They're actually leaving. And — and I —" she choked, covering her mouth with a hand as Ruby gently gripped her shoulder. "I feel like we're falling apart and I don't know what to do."
"Something," Yang said, getting down from her bed. "We do something about it. I say we go knock some sense into them."
"They haven't been listening all day, Yang," Ruby argued.
Weiss put a hand on her chin. "Indeed. I know that Arc is stubborn if nothing else. Our best course of action might be to get someone involved. Though, with Professor Port's display and Winchester's after that, I'm not sure who has and hasn't contracted their lunacy."
"Ms. Goodwitch is usually serious," Ruby provided.
Yang hopped onto the idea. "Yeah, she is — oh, what if it's a guy thing? Jaune, Ren, Port, and Cardin. Maybe that's why we're all sane?"
Weiss considered the thought. "I suppose that as baseless as that theory is, there isn't any proof against it. Whatever the case, we can investigate later. For now, we need to speak with Professor Goodwitch and have her sort this out before Arc can drag himself and others into a reckless situation."
"Is it really necessary for us to leave now?" Ren questioned as he and Jaune finished packing.
"It's like I told Pyr," Jaune answered distractedly. "Not yet, but I guess it should be soon. I mean, you heard what my name is."
Ren set his bag on the ground and slid it under his bed. They wanted to be ready, but that did not mean they were leaving any time soon. While Jaune mimicked his actions, Ren pushed further. "I mean, I know about how many big time pirates have that secret name, but is it really that big of a deal?"
Jaune laughed, almost as if Ren had said something utterly ridiculous. "I don't know much about it, but from what I've heard it's inevitable that I'm thrust into the middle of it all sooner or later. Isn't it better to take the helm and be in charge of what happens instead of being dragged into it?"
Ren shrugged, not being able to argue with his limited knowledge. "Do you at least know where we're going to start?"
"We head to the Grand Line, of course," Jaune laid back onto his bed.
"Do you know how to get there?"
Jaune froze, then slowly sat back up. "Actually, my first step as captain of our crew is to head to the library to figure out how to get to the Grand Line."
Ren chuckled while heading to the door, "And I'm going to prepare supplies so we don't starve while out at sea."
Glynda Goodwitch was surprised to see five girls visiting her office so close to the weekend and at once. There had been a quick rapping at her door and, after calling them in, team RWBY, save Blake Belladonna, and the NP of JNPR stuffed themselves into her small room.
"What is it that you all need?" She asked, scanning them with her eyes.
She hesitated, noticing the red eyes of Nora and Pyrrha. As strict as she was, she cared deeply for her students, and spotting signs of tears worried her.
"Jaune and Ren are being weird," Ruby unhelpfully provided.
Goodwitch suddenly felt her eye twitch. Was this about — she shook her head. "Girls, if this is about the upcoming dance, I must say —"
"Professor, with all due respect, this is nothing trivial," Weiss surprised her. She had never once expected Weiss to ever interrupt a teacher.
"Go on," she allowed.
Weiss thought for a moment, likely figuring out how to word the situation, "It began with this morning where Arc — or, I should say D'Arc, I keep forgetting — showed us that his name was slightly different. From there, he began talking about nonsensical things: about sailing and going against gods. Ren had in fact joined him instead of being as confused as the rest of us. It was as though he understood the fantastical things D'Arc was spouting out. We all assumed he was feeling off or something of the sort, but after classes today it seems that was wrong. The two of them are planning on leaving Beacon."
Goodwitch was hardly prepared for that. "I'm sorry, they're what?"
"They're probably already packed by now," Pyrrha provided.
Goodwitch narrowed her eyes. "I'll speak with the headmaster and begin handling this situation. After I do, we'll need to know more about whatever is going on."
She took a moment, reassessing the tear stains she saw. "Your teammates will not be leaving on our watch, Miss Nikos and Miss Valkyrie. I assure you that."
"Dammit, there's nothing here on it!" Jaune gripped his hair in frustration. He valiantly ignored the pissed shushes given to him and instead wallowed in self pity.
"You know, libraries are meant to be quiet," a soft voice to his side told him.
He turned and saw amber eyes looking up at him. "Oh, sorry about that, Blake. It's just frustrating that I can't find what I'm looking for."
He sat down in a chair near her, clearly fed up with his search at the moment. Blake continued to stare at him, not knowing whether she wanted to ask or not. The chaos of the day had been weighing on her, and all she wanted was to finally relax in her favorite place at Beacon with a story in her hands. On the other hand, this was getting far too suspicious for her to simply ignore. Even if it was nonsense, Jaune and Ren might could be written off but adding Port and Cardin into the mix made it impossible to do the same. It could be some sort of semblance causing them to believe it, but whatever it was, something was very real and impacting people at Beacon.
"Uh, Blake, is there something on my face?" Jaune's voice made her realize she had been staring.
"No," she finally made up her mind. "What were you looking for?"
Jaune huffed, sinking into his chair. "I was just trying to find a book on the Grand Line."
Blake almost let the book she was holding slip out of her fingers, "The — Grand Line?"
Jaune gave a defeated sigh, "Yeah, I need to know more about it, so I thought I would look it up here. I can't find anything no matter where I look."
Blake closed her book slightly, not entirely but enough that she was solely focussed on the boy next to her. "Jaune, are you talking about the Grand Line, as in the 'Pirate's Graveyard' where pirates search for gold and marines try to stop them?"
Jaune's eyes lit up. "Yeah, that's the place. You know about it?"
She swallowed, trying not to let her cheeks heat up. "Jaune, that's a fictional place."
"It's a very real place, Blake. I actually plan on setting sail there. I'd appreciate anything you could tell me about it."
Blake very much did not want to give that information. "I — I'm not sure I could tell you much. I just know that it's a place in a story I read."
"What book," came Jaune's quick reply, as he was eager to read it now.
That damn idiot. "I don't — I can't even remember the name, sorry."
Jaune gave her a doubtful look, but he liked to think he knew when to give up. Elsewhere in Beacon, Weiss sneezed and Yang mentioned 'schneezing.' He stood up, stuffing his hands into his pockets and made to leave the library, but called out as he left, "If you remember the name of that book, I'd love to read it."
There was no way in hell that Blake would let him read the book. She was sure he would not appreciate it and if the plot ever got to Yang, Blake's suffering would only increase.
She was so deep in thought about the topic that she failed to notice the headmaster sit by her. "Good day, Miss Belladonna."
She jumped, almost falling out of her seat. "P-professor Ozpin, what are you doing here?"
He gave her a moment to collect her bearings. "I've been informed of some strange happenings with a couple of your friends. At the moment Professor Goodwitch is talking to Mr. Lie Ren." His tone made it sound that the term 'scolding' would be a kind way to put it. "He informed us that Mr. Arc would be in the library. As I do not see him, I was wondering if you had spotted him."
"You just missed him, sir," she informed him.
"Is that so?" Ozpin rubbed his chin. "Well, could you help paint a better picture for me? Did he say anything that stood out to you?"
She hesitated, wanting to drop the topic before it reached those books. "He was looking for a book on a place."
"What place?" The follow up question came with no pause.
She sighed, deeply regretting that she would have to say this. She did not want to lie to the headmaster, so she told the truth, "He was looking for a book on the Grand Line."
Ozpin froze, his eyes hardened, and Blake felt her heart stop. Did he know? There was no way the headmaster of Beacon knew about this book series, right? Even if he did, she could just play it off. She made no mention of knowing about it, just that Jaune was searching for it.
"Miss Belladonna, I ask that you stay away from information regarding the Grand Line. It is a very dangerous place that students, such as yourself and Mr. Arc, are not prepared for."
"It's real?" She could not stop the question from escaping her lips.
Ozpin nodded grimly. "It is a very real place, Miss Belladonna. It also means that whatever Mr. Arc is planning is very reckless and dangerous. I must speak with him at once if he really does plan on traveling there. Thank you for your time."
As the headmaster left, she closed her book while trying to understand what it was she had just learned. She desperately needed to think more about this. Gently, she set the second book in the newest series she had begun reading onto the table. She stared at the words on the cover, Pirates of Love, while she wondered just what she should do with this information.
AN:
I started writing this satire idea a bit ago both for writing practice and fun. I've already started posting this onto Wattpad, but I've read a lot of stuff here and figured I might as well get it up here too. Honestly, it was a bit of a longer and more complicated process than I expected, but nothing crazy. It actually feels kind of nice.
I already have fifteen chapters written in rough draft and seven revised. I'm only getting the first out tonight, but I'll get this caught up to Wattpad soon. To anyone who decided to read this dumb idea I had, thank you, and I'm sorry.