When did everything go wrong? There I was simply training and refining my own skills, bettering myself as a huntsman deserving to stand among my peers, when suddenly, other people claiming to be versions of me had begun to appear. Each of them so unique and different that I wonder if they're really me at all. They have my name but that is it.

It didn't stop there. As more and more of my apparent selves begun to appear, tensions began to rise as the different personalities that wore my face continued to brew hotter and hotter. I can't remember how long it took before it reached a boiling point but it reached it anyway.

Now here I am. Fighting for my life in what has now turned to be a battle of the superior Jaune Arc. Other versions of my selves fought both one another and with each other as teams of Jaunes made it their personal mission to put themselves as the real Jaune Arc.

I raise my shield above me. Remains of magical energy were drizzling down as Maiden versions of my self fought in the air. Each one representing the four seasons of Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring. There were others as well, variations of those four plus additional others. The variations in particular are warring with themselves to prove themselves as the real Maiden Jaune of their respective seasons.

The ground beneath quacked and broke apart as cataclysmic ruptures continue to plague Remnant. Those versions of myself who basically the new Brother gods or are them somehow are duking it out on such grand scales that I, a mere mortal, could do nothing against them.

I, along with a bunch of others Jaunes, took cover. I paid my respects and apologized for the fallen Jaune Arcs that littered the ground, most of them were the AU versions where I had apparently either never went to Beacon or failed the initiation.

I cursed as sparks flew past me. The OP Jaunes. Of course. If there was any version that could go against the basically god Jaunes, it would be those who have in serious need of nerfing. Why were some of them edgy? They say they have been betrayed by their friends but from what I hear, it didn't sound like anything even remotely close to the friends I have.

There was another Jaune I saw. He was called the Fairly Accurate to Canon Jaune. He proceeded to be close to the canon. It was believably the most Jaune thing that had any version had done.

It was him that gave me pause. If he was Fairly Accurate to Canon, then what am I?

"You're the self-insert," said Jean who was next to me. She is the only one who understood me somehow while everyone else just looked at me in confusion. "That's because you never once said anything. You've been narrating this whole thing without even the slightest hint of quotation marks signifying that you're speaking."

I ask her for clarification.

"You're doing it right now!" she replied. Oh yes. I forgot to mention. She is the gender-swapped, self-aware one not to be confused with another character of a different IP that shares the same name; she technically has a different spelling.

In the distance, I can see the apparent suave Harem Master but still socially awkward Jaune, seducing the others successfully… somehow. Personally, I don't see it. Sure, that version had golden hair as bright as the sun with eyes as blue as the ocean. He also was—

"Yeah, no," Jean interrupted. "This is not rated M and I am not letting this become one. If anything happens to the self-insert that is even remotely strange or disturbing, I'd be concerned about what that says about the writer."

Jean slapped me until I returned to my sense. I thanked her for her service.

"You're welcome."

It would have been terrible if I had been part of that Jaune's harem. Not that I like him or anything... that idiot.

"Dang it, SI Jaune." Jean smacked me again.

"I mean can you blame him?" spoke another Jaune. Despite the feminine appearance, I recognized this one. FemBoy Jaune who breaks the fourth wall and is the author's mouthpiece, if I recall.

"Correct." Jean confirmed.

Suddenly above us, a portal appeared. Next thing I knew, a hooded figure had descended and killed one of the Jaunes. The blade he possessed was hidden in the sleeves of his wrists.

"Oh great," said Jean. "It's the crossovers." She sounded defeated. "Of course, I am! It's bad enough we had to deal with ourselves, now we add those? Not to mention—"

She paused as she stared above me. What happened? I tried to look up only for FemBoy Jaune to take the floating circle that appeared in my head and placed it above his own.

"Run," said FemBoy Jaune. "So long as you survive. We got a chance." His tone was serious and filled with dread.

"Right." Jean agreed. "Fic only exists so long as the Self-Insert keeps narrating."

I saw chains pull FemBoy Jaune to whatever. He screamed incomprehensively except for something about red orbs. Whatever that meant. Guided by Jean, I kept running. All around me, other versions of myself fell to the ground as they clashed with yet other versions of myself.

"Oh, what now?" Jean said as a pillar of light appeared.

When it had dissipated, I couldn't believe my eyes. For one, it had to be someone who isn't a version of myself.

"Unlikely," Jean retorted. "Actually, it most definitely is another version of you."

Every child of Remnant would have been familiar with this. That rusted armor, that knightly image. There was no doubt about who it was that stood before me.

"Servant: Rider," he said. "Jaune Arc the Rusted Knight."

Excuse me?

"Self-Insert," Jean said, disappointment filling her sarcastic voice. "Are you also the version that is denser than a black hole? Great, just great."

"I ask of you," said Rusted Knight Jaune Arc. "Are you, my Master?"

"On second thought," Jean replied. "Could you stop narrating, SI?"

How was I supposed to that? Even if I am the Self-Insert, which I am not, how am I supposed to end it all here when everyone is fighting for their lives?

"If you won't I will," Jean said. "In fact, it ends here."


AN: I can't say about every other RWBY fic but since I read mainly Jaune, I can safely say that it is a roulette every time I do. Still enjoy them though. I'm sure I missed a lot and some might not even exist yet but if I gave every variation a moment, we'd be here all day.

Also, Jean OP, will nerf


"I mean, you wrote her," said FemBoy Jaune. "This one is on you."

"How are you alive?" asked Jean.

"Turns out, Jaune of Sparta just wanted the red orbs, if you know what I mean." His eyebrows wiggled. "I'd tell you in detail but the rating of this won't allow it, I think."

"No, I don't want to know." She shook her head. However, she knew what he meant. "Oh, come on! I didn't need that image!"