Chapter 42: The White Fang

The White Fang – In promises are not kept.

Penny hummed a jaunty tune as she strolled alongside the General.

"Cadet, there's something I wanted to ask you."

"Yes, sir?"

"It's about the Queen."

Penny switched her recording systems to remotely back up the following audio and video in the classified memory banks.

"All set. Go ahead, sir."

"You must've realized by now that I didn't send you to Vale simply for socialization."

"Sir, Vale appears to have a capitalist market with limited governmental intervention. I fail to comprehend how I would learn any communist principles from a kingdom with–"

"No, Penny, I meant that I didn't send you to Vale just to make friends."

"I know, sir. It was my attempt at a humorous interaction between comrades. Friend Yang taught me the principle. As she would say, get rekt scrub."

"…"

"1v1 me ez"

"…"

"git gud n00b"

All of this was now going to be considered top secret Atlesian military information. Penny smiled as she imagined an Atlesian adversary hacking into the database and trying to decrypt some hidden message as she absolutely fucking roasted the General.

The General cleared his throat and straightened out his coat. "As I was saying, Penny, you were sent to Vale for a secondary purpose. Pietro swore to me that you carried yourself with the same integrity and generosity as any human, but I wanted to be sure. It's not because I didn't trust you, but because I needed solid proof."

Proof implied there was someone the general needed to convince or sway. "For who, sir?"

"Headmaster Ozpin and Qrow Branwen. The three of us are…well, and Jaune too, I suppose. Ahem. The four of us are considering candidates for inheriting Raven's power, and I championed for you to be selected."

"Have you already made a choice?"

"No. I wanted to ask you if you'd even be willing before doing so. Children should not be used like pawns. My conversation with Jaune made me realize just how important it is to ask before burdening you with unknown powers. Penny, would you be willing to be the new maiden?"

Penny stopped walking.

I…get to choose?

Her entire existence up to this point had been chosen for her in advance. Working for the Atlesian military, coming to Vale, becoming a huntress – all of it came as orders General Ironwood or a request from her father that she simply knew to accept. She wasn't bitter about it; it was simply how things were. Someone told her what to do, and she did it. But now…

"If I said yes, what would the process entail?"

"I don't know, not exactly. Ozpin has a device. It's Atlesian in origin, but it was manufactured many years ago and its blueprints are heavily redacted. This project was so deep in the black books that even I cannot access them. In theory, it should transfer Raven's aura to you, and the maiden power along with it. In practice, I've no idea what effects it may have on a human, let alone an artificial aura generator such as yourself."

"Who would be chosen if I said no?"

"We've narrowed it down to three other candidates. Pyrrha Nikos, chosen for her expertise with combat and her semblance. Control of metal cannot do much against Grimm, but it would be useful against an armed adversary seeking to steal the maiden power. I personally disagree with this choice for…unrelated reasons. Second, Gwen Darcy."

"Who?"

"I know, right? Apparently, she's some member of Team NDGO from Shade – Ozpin just insisted on having three options, so we chose her. Lastly, Yang Xiao-Long, selected for her…I personally disapprove of it, but chosen for how easy it would be to manipulate her. She despises the current maiden host, and we could use that to ensure her compliance. As I said, I'd prefer not to. Children are to be trained, not used."

Penny reviewed the choices. If the General opposed Friend Pyrrha's selection, that left Friend Yang and the other one. To force Friend Yang to become the maiden simply out of convenience seemed downright cowardly. Furthermore, it would put Friend Weiss in the crosshairs of anyone seeking the maiden powers for themselves due to their closeness as teammates.

"So, it would most likely be this NDGO girl, Glen?"

"Was that her name? I already forgot it."

Then there were truly no other viable candidates. In that case, Penny felt her choice was obvious.

"I must decline."

"I see." Ironwood did not react with the disappointment she'd feared.

It was not easy to form her decision. Penny wanted more than anything to selflessly consent to the procedure, but the General had said its effects were unknown. Her generation of aura was novel. If something went wrong because she was not a real human girl and the arbitrary maiden rules denied her as a host, the power could go to whoever the Spring maiden had thought of last. The risks were too extreme for Penny to agree out of blind altruism.

"General, why not simply choose Winter Schnee? She seems a loyal daughter of Atlas, and her age is appropriate."

"Winter is slated to inherit Fria's powers. If one person becomes a double maiden, the power would never be separated. Upon such a person's death, both seasons' powers would transfer to the same successor. The whole purpose of the maidens is to separate the keys to the vaults."

"I can vouch for Friend Pyrrha's worthiness."

"It's not so much her as it is her kingdom of origin."

"General!" Penny chided. "Father says racism is wrong. Even when it's about those filthy Vacuoans."

"Not like that, Penny. We've reason to believe Mistral as a whole or at least Haven may be compromised by enemy agents. Pyrrha's morals are not in question, but it's possible she's being manipulated or influenced." Ironwood sighed. "By someone other than ourselves, that is."

Penny frowned, so the general patted her shoulder.

"Don't worry, Cadet." He reached into his coat pocket and produced a rusty hunting knife. "If push comes to shove, I can simply cut off Qrow's dick and balls, and he could become the maiden."

The robot girl apparently drained her oil from a port under her armpit into some kind of secure waste disposal jar. When she'd left, Russel seized the opportunity to sneak away and thanked the Brothers that he didn't have to get pissed out. It was impulsive and reckless to make such a bold move, but boy had it frickin' paid off.

The new Fall.

Maiden power.

Russel would've thought it was all a joke, except people told jokes to audiences, and no one had known he was there.

The fairy tale of the maidens was real. Somehow, that mystic power could be transferred from person to person, and someone named Raven had it. They wanted Pyrrha to take the power and become a maiden, but they suspected her because she was from Mistral. Lionheart, Haven, Team Caiman's files, it all clicked into place. Pyrrha had even mentioned to them that Lionheart had insisted she come to Beacon.

Russel agreed with the others that the Mistrilian headmaster was probably playing some game with his teammate. The others, in this case, referring to Ozpin, Ironwood, Branwen…

…and Jaune.

He was in on it, and that was enough to calm Russel's nerves at least slightly. Jaune would die before he put Pyrrha in harm's way, so it couldn't be all bad.

So, what would Russel do? What could he do? He certainly didn't care about maidens and Mistrilian conspiracies. General Ironwood commanded the largest military since the Great War, and Ozpin must personally know every hunter from Vale to Vacuo. They could handle the big fights while Russel sweated the small stuff – looking out for Pyrrha and Jaune. And Dove, but he wasn't in any pressing danger. Well, actually, Team Adventure was already involved in this conspiracy-theory-turned-reality. Dust, Ruby Rose was already involved, and she was just collateral damage so far.

Russel had enough brains to put two and two together. Whoever attacked Dove's little paramour either packed a boatload of semblances or these arcane maiden magicks of which Ironwood spoke. Fall was the new Fall – what a fucking coincidence. Cinder Fall became the Fall maiden, and that was so contrived that Russel wondered if Fall was even the woman's real last name or just some cheeky pseudonym.

Four questions remained. When he knew the answers, Russel could step back, inspect the big picture, and figure out a way to protect his friends.

Who were these enemies that seemed so desperate for the maiden powers?

What had they asked of Jaune that made Ironwood so worried?

What were the maidens 'keys' to?

Who was Raven?

"We'll break your leeeeeegs!"

It didn't take a genius to figure out which leg-crazy castle-obsessed maniac had said that. It didn't even take a sober person.

Crow-mode Qrow had being soaring above the forest to get a bird's eye view of the entire area. From up here, he could see the entire valley and the mountains surrounding it. A lake near the source of the cry caught his eye.

Please let this be some stupid kids' game.

"Timber!"

A tree was felled by the lake, and Qrow caught a flash of motion. A flash of inky black and bony white. Grimm.

Brothers, let it be an Ursa Major. I'll take a Deathstalker. Fingers crossed for a King Taijitu. Anything but that.

He dropped out of the Sky and landed, Harbinger in hand. Any hope he had of their entire party surviving the night disintegrated as he spied the mutant Grimm that stood before them.

"How do you kids keep – ahhhh! Why the FUCK are you both naked?"

"That's what I said! Finally, someone who's not insane."

Cardin swung a makeshift club fashioned out of a tree branch at the Grimm. "You know you're not exactly wearing business casual either, Grimm."

"For the last time, I'm not a – stop that!"

Nora was rapidly throwing pinecones at the Grimm's kneecaps. The Grimm should've made mincemeat out of two unarmed kids by now, but it was busy trying to use its paws to block the image of Cardin and Nora from its line of sight.

"Dust, cover up, you two!" Qrow tossed his cape to Cardin and his coat to Nora, but neither of them bothered to catch the clothing.

Nora chucked another pinecone from the barely balanced pile she was pressing against her stomach in the direction the uncomfortable Grimm, missing by a mile. "Our natural state is keeping this monster distracted, sir! We can't just give up our only advantage."

"It's keeping me distracted! Please, just put on the clothes."

Nora sighed and grabbed the gray coat off the ground, wrapping it around herself. Cardin used Qrow's cape as a towel. Damn, now I'm going to have to burn those.

"Thank you. Now, while we're not fighting for a minute, I have something to tell you."

"Oh, we figured out your little plan. Mr. Grimm," stated Cardin proudly. "Detective Cardin cracked this case wide open, just like he's about to crack open your head."

"Oh?"

"That Faunus frea– the Tukson dude spilled the beans. You dragged us all the way here to get Professor Branwen."

"You're smarter than I initially gave you credit for, Cardin," sneered the Grimm. "But you cannot hope to beat me. Nor can you outrun me. There is no escape."

Qrow snarled. It was right. He'd fought this creep in Forever Fall with Ruby, and they'd been creamed. Now, Nora and Cardin were using seed pods and twigs for weapons. Sky and Ren were gone, but there was no way they could hold it off until Sky had his trap ready. They were as good as dead.

No. Only Qrow was as good as dead. If he made his stand here, it might buy the kiddos some time to flee. Harbinger transformed into a war scythe.

"So you should be very happy I didn't summon you here to fight." The monster shifted to a non-combat stance and lowered its paws.

"S'that so?" Qrow asked, rotating his scythe to get a better grip for his final battle. "Oh, I'm simply ecstatic."

"Wait!"

"Cardin, Nora, run for the camp while I hold Mr. Grimm off. Get to the bullhead and–"

"It's telling the truth!" screamed Cardin.

Qrow paused. "Explain."

"My semblance is to detect malicious intent. I'm not getting any."

Oh, of course. So that must mean it invited us here for crumpet and…whatever you dip crumpets in, I don't care! Honestly, the stupidity of that kid knew no bounds.

"Have you perhaps in your infinite wisdom considered that it doesn't work on Grimm, dumbass?"

"No, I could feel it wanting to tear me apart at Forever Falls before my aura broke. I didn't recognize the sensation because I didn't know my semblance at the time, but I do now. All I can says is that the Mr. Grimm isn't angry."

"I'm not a Grimm!"

"Okay, it just got a little angry."

"I have a proposition for our mutual benefit. And I am not an 'it.' I am a 'she.' And 'she' has a name."

"Grussy," said Nora.

"Grus– damn, beat me to it," said Cardin.

"Grussy?" asked Professor Branwen.

"Grussy," nodded Nora.

"So, what's your proposition, Mrs. Grimm?" asked Cardin. It was a stride in the right direction, but not one long enough.

"I have a name," she repeated.

"Grimm don't have names," growled Qrow. "Don't think for a second that you're human, you freak."

Poor human. So ignorant. "I am an evolved being, capable of far more than my former kin. They are to me like apes are to you. My kind chooses names when we have earned them. Our identity is a gift."

"A gift from who?" queried Nora.

"From our queen. She gives us intelligence, and we execute her will where the Grimm cannot. Our lives belong to her. She ordered me to introduce myself, so please, rest your weary arms and allow me to do so. My name is Morrighan, and I'm here to help you."

Branwen looked among his scantily clad army. A huntsman of his level was smart enough to know when to accept an olive branch. He lowered his sword, but not his guard.

"Go on."

"I wish to share with you some information," Morrighan calmly announced. "We share a mutual enemy that must be destroyed, but I cannot move against them."

Cardin gasped in realization. "The White Fang!"

"Clever boy. That Faunus truly was useless at keeping a secret."

Branwen growled. "Bet you're going to pay him another visit after all this."

"Perish the thought. I'm not a bloodthirsty monster, Qrow Branwen. I follow my orders, much like you do. And my orders are to share with you the location of the White Fang's stolen Dust stores in Mountain Glenn. I believe you know a certain Sheriff there that may be interested in such information."

"Gretch…"

"Precisely. If you would be so kind as to call her, I will tell you the location. Then, we can all go our separate ways."

Branwen produced his phoning device and dialed up his comrade. The machine rang a few times, then picked up. A scratchy female voice shouted over what sounded like a loud commotion in the background.

"Little busy, Qrow! Grah!"

"I want you to check on something."

"I…STOP DODGING, YOU BITCH! Can it wait?"

"I might be able to tell you where the White Fang is keeping stolen Dust."

There was a long pause, filled with several grunts and multiple expletives.

"…shut the fuck up, you little shit! Sorry, Qrow, go ahead."

Qrow nodded, and Morrighan recited the address from Azeban's briefing, loud enough for the device to catch it.

"Qrow, who was that?" asked the sheriff from the other end.

"Never mind, Gretch. If you and Hazel could go 'n' check those places, that'd be great. I want to see just how far I can trust my source."

Morrighan patiently waited for ten minutes as Branwen stayed on the line with the Sheriff. Cardin and Nora were nervously sweating by the end, but there was no need. Morrighan fully intended to honor her bargain and let them go. If Branwen took his charges along on the hunt to bring down the White Fang, the more the merrier.

"Qrow, I see it. Dust, there's so much…Dust! Enough to fight the entire Hunter Barracks. There's weapons, too; some kinda robot drones. Our – hey, stop right there! Sheriff! You're under arr–"

The line went dead.

"It sounds like she needs help, Qrow. If you hurry, you might be able to get there in time."

"Oh, I don't think so." The huntsman raised his scythe once more. "I have it on good authority that the greatest hunter team of our generation is backup for Gretchen."

Wait, what? This was news to Morrighan. She'd counted on the Sheriff calling upon Branwen for aid, forcing him to abandon his pursuit of her to rush to the Rainarts' aid.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, Nora. Second greatest hunter team. You see, Morgan, I just so happen to have brought the greatest hunter team alive with me. Our mission is to hunt you down, and you've just given us just enough time to ready our trap."

"Course I know Blake. She was a regular, always coming in here with Adam for large requests. Never sampled the wares herself, but she hired our boys and girls by the dozen for her troops."

"Adam? Adam Taurus, leader of the White Fang?" bellowed Hazel. Blake wilted as the huge man advanced on her, cornering her in the back of the room.

"A spy? You were a member of the White Fang this whole time?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crystal of fire Dust.

"No, please! You don't understand! They used to be peaceful! I left when things got violent!"

"If you're so innocent, why didn't you come forward? Why hide it?" Hazel grabbed her shoulder and shook her. "Don't deny the truth, terrorist!"

Blake was in trouble, so Weiss acted on instinct without thinking through her actions. Summoning a gravity Glyph beneath Hazel, she forced him down with all her might. The giant was pulled to the ground by the sheer augmented weight of his own bulk.

"Blake, RUN!"

The terrified Faunus ducked past Hazel, but Gretchen wrapped her arms around her.

"Gotcha! You're – arrrrrgh!"

Ruby had thrown a loudly barking Zwei, who bit the Sheriff's ankle. She released her hold as the corgi's gnawing was prevented by aura just a moment too late.

"Sic her, boy! Bite her!"

Blake dove out the closed window the second she was free. Glass rained out onto the streets as she tumbled down towards the ground level.

Gretchen gripped the dog off her leg and threw it into a wall, where it whimpered and collapsed. She ran past her struggling brother, pulled out her handgun (now extended to its rifle form) and fired a shot at Blake out the window. The bullet hit its mark and shot Blake right where her heart would be, and she stopped moving. Weiss froze in abject horror, but Blake's body disappeared into a puff of smoke, nothing more than a shadow clone.

Gretchen looked through her scope as passersby scattered away from the sound of a gunshot. After a moment, she screamed in fury and threw her gun to the floor.

Yang grabbed Weiss and slung her over her shoulder as she barreled out of the room, Ruby hot on her heels. Weiss couldn't help but scowl at the parallels between Yang carrying her and Ruby holding the pet dog of hers. With Blake out of their line of fire, Gretchen and Hazel would have nothing to do but chase after them, so Weiss summoned a Glyph as a barrier to block the door.

"I think it's time to go," proclaimed Weiss.

"No shit!" screeched Yang.

The sound of a Glyph breaking came from behind them, as well as the shouts of two very angry lawkeepers.

"We need to find Blake," said Ruby, knocking over a rack of slutty outfits as she ran. "Then, I vote we hop on the first train back to Beacon!"

Yang shook her head. "Beacon will never let her come back if they think she's with the White Fang!"

"Then we prove she's innocent," Weiss said, flopping back and forth like a limp T-shirt. "Team Rainbow doesn't leave – Yang, can you put me down?"

Yang set her down, and she broke into a sprint alongside the sisters. "Team Rainbow doesn't leave behind their own!"

A bullet narrowly missed Weiss' brain, hitting a display case of pink fuzzy handcuffs and riding crops instead. Weiss turned to see Gretchen in hot pursuit, firing her weapon wildly with one hand and gripping her scroll in the other.

"STOP DODGING, YOU BITCH!"

Ruby turned around, now running backwards, and loosed several shots from Crescent Rose with pinpoint accuracy, forcing the Sheriff to dive for cover. The trio made a break for the front door of the building, but Hazel was waiting for them when they arrived. Yang raised her fists as Hazel closed in from one side, and the two launched into a brutal fistfight. Weiss hurled her boomerang at Gretchen's head when she caught up, hoping to buy some time and prevent the evil siblings from overwhelming the good ones.

"Ow, mmthrrffkkrr!"

"We won't let you hurt Blake!"

"Shut the fuck up, you little shit! Sorry, Qrow, go ahead."

Weiss caught Schachmatt as it returned to her hand, but something made her pause. Qrow…wasn't that Professor Branwen's first name?

Weiss looked at Yang, who had Hazel in a headlock. I can't get distracted.

"Qrow, who was that?"

The scroll spoke from the other end, but Weiss was preoccupied. Hazel had elbowed Yang and flipped her onto the floor, so Weiss summoned a Glyph to shoot ice projectiles at his undefended ribcage. The moment of distraction gave Yang a chance to gut punch the deputy, and Ruby leapt into the fray to aid her sister.

"Kids!"

Gretchen pressed the scroll against her shirt, blocking the person on the other end from hearing their conversation.

"I just got a tip about where the White Fang's main base might be. Let's roll."

Hazel and Yang, hands wrapped around each other's throats, went still. "What?"

"Hazel, put 'em down. An old friend of mine just gave me the scoop on where we might find some terrorists and all the stolen Dust. I wanna check it out."

Hazel and the three students looked at each other, then back to Gretchen.

"…we're in the middle of a fight."

"Yeah, but I'm your mentor, and this's your first mission. That means I make the rules. Get off my numbskull brother and follow me – it's only a few blocks away, and I've left the call going. Don't embarrass me in front of my pal."

When none of them moved, Gretchen walked over, pinched Weiss' ear, and dragged her out into the lamp-lit street. "C'mon, I need some backup in case the tip isn't bullshit." She sighed. "Look, do this for me, and I'll let the cat walk. Scout's honor."

"Done!" shouted Ruby, running to catch up. "Let's go, Yang! We've got an international terrorist organization to stop, and a Blake to save."

The base in question was a warehouse. Hazel accessed the Sheriff's digital recordkeeping system on his scroll and looked it up in advance. The building was registered under the name Adrian Torres. An obvious pseudonym for a wanted Faunus; it would seem that the tip was legitimate.

"Keep your wits about you." He addressed the children, giving them instructions while trying his best to pretend that he hadn't just chased them through a whorehouse, culminating in an all-out brawl. "If the Fang is inside, we can expect heavy resistance."

"Piece of cake," said Yellow. "Let's go!"

"Many have training equal to that of Atlesian soldiers, and some will have their aura unlocked, girl. Do not let your guard down."

Hazel kicked open the doors, and the three huntresses fanned out. The building was full of supplies but devoid of all people. Crates upon crates of refined Dust were stacked as far as the eye could so. Inactive robotic drones were lined up as well, each with two large guns sticking out of their arms.

Gretchen unmuted the ongoing call. "Qrow, I see it. Dust, there's so much…Dust! Enough to fight the entire Hunter Barracks. There's weapons, too; some kinda robot drones. Our–"

Something moved in the shadows. Gretchen dropped the phone and grabbed out Peppermint.

"Hey, stop right there! Sheriff! You're under arrest!"

"Die, human!"

Gretchen shot at the Faunus, but he'd hopped into one of the drones, and the bullet bounced harmlessly off the reinforced glass. The machine powered on.

Apparently, they weren't drones.

The robot rotated to face them and pointed its guns, but a ribbon flew through the air from the ceiling and wrapped around its legs.

"Hazel!"

Black jumped from the roof and threw her sword's hilt to him, still attached on the other end to the rogue Faunus' robotic suit. He caught it midair and pulled with all his prodigious might. The machine's legs were pulled out from under it, and it came tumbling down.

Gretchen was on Black in an instant. "You! You've got a lot of explaining to do, missy!"

"I doubled back and overheard you talking about a White Fang base. I figured that the best way to clear my name was to follow you and help you stop them. I'm not with them anymore, I swear!"

Peppermint's muzzle pressed closer to her neck, evidence that Gretch wasn't buying it. "Why did you lie?"

"I had to get away from them, but Beacon would never train a former criminal. It was bad enough getting in as a Faunus. From there, I only lied because I feared what would happen if the secret got out. If anyone learned the truth, my life would be over!"

Hazel grumbled, but he couldn't hold it against the girl. Unlike some ignorant fools, he was old enough to remember when the White Fang stood for something beyond violence. The chieftain of Menagerie used to be a part of it, and he was no more a terrorist than Hazel was. Black would have to answer to Beacon for her deceit, but if Hazel were to speak on her behalf, it would at least–

Click!

"Gotcha!" Gretchen locked the handcuffs around Black's wrists before any of them could react. Peppermint flew back into its holster as she dusted her hands.

"Hey!" Red angrily exclaimed. "You said you'd let her go!"

"Get it in writing next time, kid."

"There's really no low you won't stoop to, is there?" asked Yellow. Suddenly, her long blonde hair caught on fire and her eyes turned red.

Okay, that's a new one.

"Hazel, call the hunter barracks. Tell 'em we've got something so big, it ought to get their attention."

Hazel folded his arms. "No."

Gretch wiggled a finger in her ear. "Care to repeat that, partner? I musta misheard you. It almost sounded like you said–"

"No. Release the girl."

"Hazel, she's a terrorist."

"A former terrorist."

"What's the fuckin' difference? Do the laws not apply to someone because, ohhh, they're so sowwy, and they pwomise not to do it again? Boo fucking hoo."

"So you care about upholding laws now?"

Gretchen stood at her full height in an effort to look menacing, but Hazel still towered over her by nearly twice her size.

His sister reached for Peppermint in its holster.

Hazel eyed the crates around them. "Around so much Dust?"

"It's refined. It's stable."

"That's not what I meant. Did you forget about my semblance, Sheriff?"

Red stepped in between the two of them. "Uhhh, you guys? Where's the raw Dust?"

"What?"

"That spider Faunus who only spoke in stupid said that the White Fang was mining raw Dust. Where is it? I only see crates of refined Dust."

She's right. Toby mentioned two sources of–

BANG!

The bullet shot the chain link in between Black's handcuffs. The Faunus stumbled backwards in surprise.

Gretchen holstered her gun once more. "Guess the Sheriff's Department has a little more work to do before we can slap you in irons, Belladonna. Welcome to the posse, kids."

Omake

Watts: Queen Salem, I've broken past the firewall and infiltrated the Atlesian CCT system. It's only a matter of time before their deepest secrets are revealed to us.

Salem: *reading over his shoulder* GLHF let's pwn?

Watts: Ah, a cryptogram. Pietro, you old scallywag! No coded message can best my superior mind.

Salem: I'm not familiar with this word…poggers. What are poggers?

Next Chapter: The Trap – In which Sky springs the trap, Morrighan turns the tables, and Cardin finally gets some answers.

Author's Notes

CLICK! BANG! Gretchen, queen of omnomnomopetitas. (autocorrect, fix that at once)

Team Rainbow and Team Castle each have only one chapter left before the end of Volume 2, but boy are they both doozies (44 is the longest in the entire fic at 9000+ words).

My stupid ugly stupid fucking Grimm OC is stupid and ugly and I hate OCs. Still, compared to Toby, though…

At least now she has a name and a gender. Please don't misgender my Grimm in the comments. And no, before you ask, she will not be your goth big tiddy Grimm gf. Her anatomy is apparently so neutral that no one could even tell she was female, implying that she lacks bid tiggies altogether (◡︵◡) so sad can we get 50,000,000,000 likes 1 like = 1 Grimm tiddy

Worry not – the teaser for next chapter is honest. We'll be getting some actual, honest to goodness answers about what she is.

Dumb Author's Notes Omake I just thought of

Everyone asks what Grimm OC is.

No one ever asks how Grimm OC is.