Authors note: First, it feels strange to write this note, I dont know why. Second, I write my stories on Wattpad, and then I copy-paste it for , the problem I'm currently having is that my italics are being weird, I don't know if it's my new phone or what but until I know what's going on The Voice will be 'in these marks for now' you'll know if i get it fixed. I know they're for quotation, so I'll try to make sure he talks outside of other paragraphs. OK, on with the story!

'Ouch... ouch... ouch'

The voice within the Psychos mind complained as the man in question was repeatedly slammed against the roof of the train as the large jagged teeth of the Grimm dug into his leg. The beast in question was a large, leach like monster. Small sections of bone like armour are scattered across its body. Its tail was firmly stuck to the side of the train.

"I CAN'T FEEL THE CURB'S WINGMAN!"

Krieg swung his axe at the gums of the creature, knocking a few teeth from its maw. It was thanks to his fortune that the beast finally released his twisted and broken leg. As he landed, the speed of the train and the snow he landed on caused him to begin slipping from the roof. He scrambled in an attempt to prevent his fall, only stopping once his embedded his axe into the roof, his grip like a vice to ensure he wouldn't fall.

"TEETH FOR YOUR CHECK! MY AXE AT YOUR NECK!"

He roared in fury as he hobbled along the roof after gaining his footing. His mangled leg flared in pain at every step. His shamble toward the creature was stopped as he was seized by his waist. One of the creature's tentacles had wrapped beneath the train car and grabbed hold of him, dragging him back from where it came. As the tentacle retreated, Kreig was brought beneath the train for a moment, the thundering wheels nearly taking his head off if he hadn't angled his upper body away from them. It did not stop him from being thrashed against the floor, scraping several layers of skin from his right arm as he was finally brought back to face the creature.

'What are you doing!? Get your head in the game, or we're done for!'

"I CAN'T REACH THE BOWL! MY SPOON IS DRY!"

The creature raised the Psychopath as high as it could, screeching at him all the while before slamming him down hard enough to rend the metal of the roof, as he continued into the car, slamming into the floor. He lied there, facing up at the hole that revealed the creature's gaping maw. It roared at him, trying to reach him with its tentacle. It soon retreated as a glyph appeared at its side, a swarm of strange looking birdies surrounded the beast, assaulting it relentlessly. Krieg's eye was heavy, as his vision darkened. But before he let sleep take him, he saw a glimpse of her again, it almost looked like she was gliding as she continued her attack.

"P...PRETTY LADY." He grumbled as he let the darkness take him...

Krieg awoke at a long table, and across the table were cakes, large and small, as well as several tea sets. He was the only one who sat at the table, yet music played from an unknown source. It was peaceful and melodic. He could hear a voice singing yet couldn't make out the words. Rising to his feet, he began walking. The land around him was as confused as he was, as if it couldn't decide what exactly it wanted to be. Sometimes, it was an empty field overlooking a gorgeous sunrise, a dense forest during a blizzard, a deserted wasteland with more dust than air. But the one that scared him the most was whenever he saw the concrete walls surrounding him, that blood red light glowing with passive hate to the one walking under it. Corpses littered at his feet. He didn't like this one, it felt... familiar. He hoped it would change soon. His hope was ignored as he continued through the halls. They twisted and turned, split into more than one and some were even dead ends. He didn't know how long he wandered, but it was quiet. He hated quiet, it was uncertain and deafening. It let the voice talk louder when they were alone... But the voice wasn't there. It hadn't spoken since he had arrived at this strange place. He didn't know how he felt about that. The voice crippled him and his onslaught, yet it kept him company.

He thought about this as he continued through the endless halls. It wasn't until a hand grabbed at his ankle that he was brought back. It was one of the corpses. A young woman in a lab coat and black skirt. Her skin was rotting, one of her eyes was pale, the other was not present in her skull. Her hair should've been blonde but was stained a rusty brown by blood.

"Whyyyyy?" She whispered. Her voice was rough and scratchy, as if it were as dry as a pavement in summer. He tore his foot from her grip, tearing down the hallway in a mad sprint, almost falling several times. The smell of rotting flesh became stronger. He turned his head as he ran to see his pursuer. What he saw made his blood run cold. A wall of flesh was pouring toward him. It looked as if a candle made of flesh was left burning for too long. Within the pursuing, undulating mass of rotting flesh, Krieg could see the shapes of people trying to claw their way out of their rotting prison. Each time being dragged back into the mass of flesh. He heard their screams, muffled underneath the many layers of skin that they desperately tried to free themselves from.

He ran faster. As fast as his legs could physically carry him. Looking forward, Krieg spotted a door. He didn't know where it led, but he knew what was behind him. The mass was gaining on him, trying to grab at his ankles once more. As the pair reached the door, it did not open as Krieg slammed into it. He turned and only had a moment to see the still speeding pile of flesh crash into him, smashing through the wall and taking both of them through.

There was no floor beyond the door, both of them fell through the air as the tortured souls screamed. Twisting his body, Krieg saw the mass of flesh was bound with hooked chains that peirced all around it. Smoke emanated from where the chains made contact, as if the very touch of them scorched the now screaming mountain of flesh.

He was torn from his daze as he felt his back smash against something that gave way beneath his weight. He groaned, standing up to get a better understanding of what was happening. Looking around, he noticed he was inside of that loud place he liked. Juniors club, if Yang was to be believed. It was empty, his music was nowhere to be heard. He looked around, spotting the exit. Making his way toward it, he flung the doors open and stepped through. He almost lost his balance as he stepped onto the metal floor. Wherever he was, he was moving. Looking back at the door, it was gone. Only a wall made of a similar metal to the floor was found. He didn't know much, but he was sure that was impossible. Turning once more, he saw a cliffside overlooking a gorgeous sunrise over a vast blue ocean. There was a figure sat at the edge of the cliff. Krieg ran toward it with all of his speed, he would get answers to this weirdness. He was about ten feet behind the figure when he noticed that it wore exactly what he did, mask included.

"MIRROR MAN! THE ROARING LIGHT HAS DAWNED DECEIT!"

'So, you finally made it.'

It was The Voice, why did it look like him? It didn't matter, Krieg needed to find a way out.

'Why do you bother? What are you even doing with yourself?'

"SHUT THE PORT HOLE! I'M DIVING IN ROTTED GUTS!"

'And do what? In case you haven't noticed smart ass, we're dying. About time, too, the world can mark off another monster.'

"A MOUSE HANGS FROM TICKING HANDS!"

'Time? Buddy, we're out of it.'

"HE WOULD NOT PLAY THEIR FAVOURITE GAME! THE ONE WHO WATCHED BUT WOULD NOT FLAY!"

'How could I? Look at everything we've done. Everyone we've killed. And for what? So you could get your laughs while they died?'

"I AIM FOR THE JESTERS JUGULAR! I CACKLE TO THEIR SHIPS CRIMSON SPILLAGE!"

'Oh yeah? Well, not anymore.'

"SILENT WAILS FROM A THRASHING CORPSE." Krieg growled, becoming fed up with The Voice's melancholy.

Before krieg could continue, both of them heard a scream in the distance. It was female. It came from a set of train tracks that neither had noticed on the horizon. It was Winter, the creature had bitten through her aura and began thrashing her around.

'Winter!'

"PRETTY LADY!"

Krieg was thrown back from the edge of the cliff by an unseen force, smashing through a rumbling metal wall he was sure hadn't been there before. He was inside one of the train cars again. He knew which way to go, taking off into a wild sprint toward the front of the train where he would no doubt find this creature and save Winter. Tearing down one of the doors in frustration, he was met with a pale white hand grabbing his face and throwing him behind the owner of said hand. He rolled along the now stone floor several times before coming to a stop in cold black stone, wherever he was now is somewhere he hasnt been. Almost like a dreary throne riom. He got to his feet, and glared at the one who dared stop him from helping his friend. It was a woman. Her skin was an ivory white, her dress was black and longer than Krieg believed necessary. Her hair was strange, like a ribcage with fuzzy meat clinging to it. But her eyes... he hated her eyes. Their crimson bored into him, an infernal glow enhanced by the blackness that surrounded them. He wasn't sure who this woman was, but she would not get in his way, he would make sure of it.

"YOU HALT MY VENGEFUL CHIVALRY!? LADY FROSTBITE WAITS FOR MY BURNING CAMARADERIE!"

The figure loomed above him like an omen of death, her glare was inquisitive and analytical. Yet she didn't speak, she just smirked as several Beowolves sprung forth from the inky shadows of her long dress.

Krieg reached for his axe, gripping only air as his favourite kill stick was missing from his belt.

He had no time to mourn as the Beowolves were upon him. Two of the pinned his arms and shoulders, keeping him firmly pressed to the ground as a larger one began to slash at his stomach. Krieg thrashed and screamed at the top of his lungs. For so long had he been the hunter, he forgot what it was like to be helpless.

"In my life I have never come across one such as yourself."

The newest object of his hatred began. He glared as his gore continued to pour out of him.

"THERE IS-!" He was silenced as one of his attackers clawed at his head. Blood rushed down from the wounds.

"I have met many who were driven to the edge of their sanity. Yet, they had either given up, or focused on a single, demented task for the rest of their lives. One such Faunus works for me."

"DON'T PUT CARROTS IN THE FRUIT BOWL! THE SKIN IS BETTER WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE ON!"

Again his head was struck by one of his attackers. But in their attack, Krieg managed to free his left arm when the pressure was gone. He grabbed into the eyesocket of the larges Beowolf, it's pain caused it to throw its head back, freeing Krieg entirely as he made his way onto it's neck. The Grimm thrashed and roared, trying to shake the Psycho from it's body. But Krieg had dug his fingers into the eyesocket of the monster and was not about to let go. The eye was pushed in as far as it would go, leaving it no reprieve as Kriegs fingers popped it.

"However, none have had the quality of doing without thinking. They have plans. Ideas. Goals. But you? You do not question, you do not wonder why you kill or for who you do it. You just kill. A living weapon that can never be satiated... A weapon I could use."

"I'LL NOT BE YOKED BY SHADOWS MISTRESS! I JIG TO THE MEAT JUICE MAYHEM!"

With that, he spun around the Beowulfs neck. Using his speed and grip to twist the neck 180 degrees, breaking it. Before the corpse had even a chance to fall, the lady was back on the attack. She was much bigger now, standing at around 20 feet tall. She grabbed the Psycho by the throat, lifting him to her eyes as she stared into his soul. His soul. Where was his soul? It was nowhere in his eye, only a storm of blood and anguish.

"How interesting." She whispered to herself. Dropping the Psycho to the floor that no longer existed. He did not like this lady, whoever she was. Landing hard against the ground, he leapt to his feet as quickly as he could. He looked around, trying to recognise something, anything that seemed familiar. But this place? It was dark and barren. Like an overwhelming blaze annihilated everything it touched. He had never been here, he didn't want to be here. Snarls and roars filled his ears. Around the black, jagged landscape, were Grimm. They surrounded him. Large and small, all of them focused solely on the Psycho that stood in their domain.

"I WANT TO DRAIN YOUR BLACKENED MUD! JOIN MY HATEFUL CAROUSEL AND SKIN THE BONE FROM YOUR EYES!"

He issued his challenge, and by all the Gods he doesn't believe in, he is going to stand by it. The Grimm charged at him, a horde of a size he had never seen. If he had his axe, this would've been a dream come true.

'You forget something?' The Voice spoke from behind, handing him his axe as he stood by Krieg's side. The Voice now glowed an almost melancholic blue while Krieg burned with a hateful red. Krieg positioned himself behind The Voice so that they could stand back to back.

"YOU'RE NOT COMING TO MY BIRTHDAY." Krieg growled to The Voice.

'Heh. Love you too ya friggin' lunatic.' Was the sarcastic reply of The Voice as the horde descended upon them. He wasn't going to pretend to like the Psycho, but this was his head, too. It woul not belong to slender man's ex wife.

"THE DOCTOR IS IN. LET'S TEST THE SCALPEL!"

With that, they began. Krieg had slashed, sliced, diced, chopped, and minced every Grimm in the range of his axe. Yet they were still coming. An Ursa tried to slash at him, Krieg swung his axe into its paw, tearing it in half.

"HIGH FIVE!" He cackled, ending the creature by slashing its throat. This should have been fun, a dream come true. But he had a mission, a purpose. He had to get back to her. The grimm were countless, a wave of dark death hungry to swallow the fires that burned within each of them.

Krieg wasn't sure how long they had been fighting. With each Grimm cut down, another 10 took its place. But he would not relent, no, never. He didn't give up, he didn't quit. He fought until there was no more fight. To his surprise, The Voice held his own too, while Krieg was a wild flurry of a spinning axe blade, The Voice was precise and practiced with his strikes. Despite this, the horde was seemingly endless, and as much as that should've been a dream come true, Winter still needed help.

"I DON'T WANT A MEMBERSHIP! I KEELHAUL FOR HER GLACIAL GAZE!"

'I don't think they care, pal.'

A beowulf lept at Krieg in an attempt to knock him down, the Psychos response was to stop the beowulf mid-air by grabbing its throat before swinging his axe across its belly, its intestines spilling out.

"LOOK AT MY CANVAS! HOW MY BRUSH BRINGS DEATH TO LIFE!"

'Yes, it's very pretty. Keep chopping!'

Krieg howled in laughter as the pair continued to hack, slash chop, and drop the Grimm that came their way. He turned to face The Voice, eager to begin a competition for who had the best kill. But he was alone. The Voice was gone with no trace. As if he had never been there. A Goliath Krieg was too busy to notice stomped behind him, swinging its head forward and impaled him with its tusk. As his vision began to fade, he saw that strange woman standing behind the horde... smirking at him. He did not like this woman. For the second time that day, the darkness took him.

The darkest slowly gave way to light, and through a whole in the ceiling, he could see the sky. He was back on the train. He believed it to be another trick of whatever had just happened. But the burning in his leg assured him of his reality.

'Well... that sucked.' The Voice complained.

He thought for a moment as the rumbling of the train brought him back to the present. WINTER! She was in trouble! He had to get up, he had to make sure she was alright. His leg screamed in pain, but he paid it no heed. He had his mission, his resolution, and by the Gods, was he going to save the pretty lady.

He used his axe as a crutch as much as he could as he hobbled to the door. He opened it as fast as he could before climbing between the train cars to reach the roof, his leg hanging limply and his axe dangling from his belt. It took him some great effort to finally climb upon the roof of the train car. What he saw at the top made him furious!

Winter was being thrashed around like a chew toy for a vicious dog. Krieg still wasn't too familiar with what an aura actually was, but he knew what they looked like before they broke. Fragile, like slowly shattering glass.

'Nooooooo!'

"RAAAAAAAAAGH!"

It was then, in that moment. For the first time in a long time, did both sides of the madman's mind join as one. For the first time in a long time did he have a coherent thought running through his shattered mind.

'Save Winter.'...

"RAMPAGE AND SLICE THE SANGUINE INTESTINE!"

Krieg felt a heavenly agony across his body. His bones made cracking noises as they snapped, extended and put themselves together again. His flesh pulled outward to make room for bones and muscles that grew in favour of his axe hand. His left arm shrunk to accommodate the new bulk on his right side. He grew in hight and his torso was built like a fridge made of pecs. The wounds he suffered closed almost instantly once the transformation started, leaving the Psycho in the best physical condition of his life. And by his life he was going to use it as he charged faster than he had ever gone before toward the newest creature he despised.

"I'M A SWOLLEN DEATH WIZARD! DEAR GOD NOT THE BEES!"

Krieg leapt over a thrashing tentacle that tried swipe at his legs, swinging his axe in an underhanded arc, cutting the appendage in two before continuing his charge. As the creature wailed, Krieg wasn't too sure what he was going to do to kill this thing, but he would enjoy it either way.

'I know you hate suggestions, but... what do you say to practising your dentistry?'

Krieg looked at the maw full of razor-sharp teeth, all lined up in many rows. As if to make his job easier.

"I SEE A CAVITY." Krieg growled. Leaping into the creature's maw. As it closed around him, there was nothing to see but darkness. This blood sucking vermin clearly didn't think it through, however, since even a blind man can take a wild swing. And that is exactly what he did. As the teeth of the beast tried to dig into his now tougher flesh, Kriegs trusted axe swung in every direction that he could. Teeth were cut loose from their gums, and light poured in from some of the deeper cuts that went all the way through. Granted, Krieg wasn't sure how to kill a leech. Does he swing for the brain? Where is its brain? Does it have a brain?

"CUT THE THINK TANK FROM THE PUTRID PILON!"

'That could work.'

The creature thrashed and wailed as Krieg began his work. Using his new might to tear into what he had to assume was the creature's throat, but with no spine for him to keep track, he would just have to guess. Over and over again he swung his axe, it's roar challenging the screach of the Grimm. The beasts fading blood covered the Psycho from mask to boot. The roaring of his buzz axe began to overpower the roar of the beast as it tore through flesh with every second its blades spun. When finally, the axe completed its turn from the inside of the creature's throat, Krieg reached down with his now scrawny left arm, gripping the seem of it's mutilated flesh before lifting with all of his might, flinging the head up and away from it's slowly disintegrating corpse. Krieg lept from its body and landed next to a recovering Winter. His body slowly, grotesquely, returning to its normal state.

"CAN YOU FEEL THE BREAKING CHILL!?"

Winter, still winded for the time being, looked to the now proportionate Psycho, unsure of what to say. Before finally settling on, "I need a drink."

'You and me both.'

"I'LL GET THE SUGAR! BLACK OR WITH CREAM?"

Later, both Psycho and Officer found themselves resting in the only compartment of the train for recreation and relaxation. There was a small bar, snacks included. The drinks were limited, but they settled on tea, as per the Psychos request. A booth with basic padded seats and back rests with a table between the seats, upon which rested a tea set. The pair sat opposite each other. They were engaged in a game. At least, Krieg thought so. Where Winter would have to guess what the Psycho was saying. Winter, however, was taking it as a lesson on how to speak his language. If she could understand him, she could hopefully provide some order to his manic thoughts. She had first attempted to get him to speak normally, but it was like trying to get a bear to start meowing.

"Ok, give me another." She said, a feint smirk tugging at her lips. She denied it, but she enjoyed this game. Seeing things as he did with no judgement, just accepting his insanity as it was. She found it liberating to be free of reason for a change.

"ROPE BINDS OUR LAUGHING THROATS! THE BRANCHES SWAY WITH MIRTHFUL WINDS." Krieg finished, very happy with this game. But in truth? He was just happy she was finally talking to him. Winter eyed him inquisitively. Since the game started, she had learned that it is better to feel than to think when it came to deciphering what exactly the Psycho said.

"You are happy about something. That much is clear. But about what is what I am unsure of."

"A SHINED SPITOON, GLOWING IN THE BURNING BLUE."

"You're saying that it is obvious. Yet I don't see it... I give up. What does it mean?"

"OUR HANDS BLOODIED IN BODIES OF BROKEN CRUELTY. THEY ARE JOINED FOR THE BRILLIANT BLOODSHED. NO MORE DOES A HOUND HOWL ALONE." He seemed almost desperate by the end. Almost like it was urgent that she understood what he meant.

They sat there for awhile, looking into each others eyes as the horizon passed them by and the rumble of the train filled their ears. His eye was filled with the same madness as it always was, yet there was desperation in it now. Hers were inspecting him, trying to dig into his soul and find out what made him tick, yet there was warmth in it, the beginning of an understanding.

Winter held her hand out to the Psycho, her gaze softening. Krieg took it immediately, swiftly and continuously shaking it while cackling gleefully.

'No frickin way did she understand that.' The Voice said in disbelief, Krieg continued to laugh.

Later into the day, Krieg and Winter finally made it to their destination. The supplies were unloaded, with only 17 altercations caused by the Psycho trying to get the rocket launcher back. Only after the intervention of Winter and the hospitalization of more than enough of the unloading crew did the Psycho finally give in. And wait aboard a bullhead due for Beacon. He was hesitant, he didn't want to leave Winter. She fought good and she talked funny like him, although, she was far more put togwther. He would miss her.

'Cheer up. We'll meet her again. How could she resist our magnetic personalities?' The Voice attempted to lighten the mood.

Krieg found some solace in it as he looked out of the window at his new friend slowly shrinking in the distance.

"KILLTASTIC. AGAIN WITH THE BLOODLESS WHISPER." He grumbled. As he began to doze off in his seat.

Krieg awoke to a wailing siren and a heavy amount of turbulence. Shakily standing from his seat, he went to the cockpit to see what the pilot was doing.

"WRINKLED MEAT GLIDES IN HURRICANES! WHERE'S YOUR RECEIPT!?"

He was taken back when he saw a Nevermore's beak retreating from the cockpit, pulling away from the corpse of the pilot with a screech before flying off.

'OK... do you know how to fly this thing?'

"INFERNO IN THE MIND." He grumbled.

'Yeah, didn't think so.'

With that Krieg clung to the seat of the pilot for dear life as the bullhead made a crash course for the outskirts of a desolate city.

"REMATCH!" The Psycho roared as the bullhead continued it's decent, passing another bullhead as it did. Although, the second one wasn't exactly a flaming hulk of metal currently crashing toward almost certain death.

"A terrible... terrible shame." Dr.Oobleck spoke mournfully. "Let's hope our luck is better than the poor souls lost on that ship." Team RWBY did not look reassured. The team could've sworn they heard shouting coming from the soon to be wreck. The team hoped whoever was left survived.

Krieg awoke groggily. He had been through a great deal of pain in his time, but a concussion was still a concussion.

'That sucked... so much'

Krieg had to agree as he stumbled out of the cock pit window, falling on his side as the numbness began to leave his body. He contemplated laying their for a while, but rhythmic shaking of the ground persuaded him otherwise. It did not take him long to discover the source. Goliaths, the biggest brutes to walk on land. A challenge, even for the most experienced Huntsmen. An entire herd, all for Krieg.

"A JUMBO DUMBO! BACK TO THE CIRCUS!" He cackled as he charged toward his targets.

Meanwhile, Ruby and Oobleck were overlooking a travelling herd of Grimm Goliath.

"Whoah, what is that! It looks awesome!" Ruby kept her voice to a whisper despite her excitement.

"That, my dear girl, is a Grimm." Oobleck replied in an educating tone.

Ruby looked awestruck as she stared at the herd moving. "Let's kill it." She said innocently.

"I'm afraid your sniper rifle will do nothing more than agitate a Grimm of that size." Oobleck I formed.

"But what if it attacks us?" Ruby asked with concern. Sure, Grimm can be tough, but it was better to kill them before they had the chance to attack right?

"Fret not Ruby, those Goliaths are not concerned with us. Ruby, not every Grimm is mindless. Or rather, not every Grimm is still mindless. You see, the Grimm you see before you are so powerful, so superior to the Grimm you've fought. That they've undoubtedly lived hundreds of years. And in that time between killing humans and attacking our borders, they've done one important thing. They've learned. They've learned that when they attack our borders, they are likely to die and what we lack in strength, we make up for in will. And that killing one human, will only bring more." Oobleck informed her, trying to pass along some semblance of knowledge that might temper the desire for battle within the red reaper.

"Then, why are they still so close to the city? What are they doing?"

"Waiting." Oobleck replied ominously.

He turned to leave, but the thunderous roar of the herd drew him back. Both he and Ruby looked upon the herd, they were panicked and angry. It didn't take long to find out about what as the Grimm at the front of the herd had its blood spewing from it's head like a blood and tar fountain as its body collapsed.

"I thought you said they were waiting? It looks more like fighting." Ruby said in concern. She aimed down the scope of her rifle, trying to see exactly what was happening.

"I don't understand. What could possibly be stupid enough, strong enough or psychotic enough to willingly pick a fight with such powerful Grimm!?" Oobleck yelled in confusion, as if his very understanding of the world was being torn apart.

Ruby didn't have much luck in finding what exactly was battling the herd, but she saw one of the Goliaths grab at something with its trunk before throwing it in their general direction. The fight had stopped it seemed, as the Grimm continued. A new leader taking the place of the old one.

"It just doesn't make sense! There is no amount of madness in the world that could warrant such-!" Ooblecks rant was cut short as he and Ruby heard something in the distance. They couldn't quite place it, but it was getting closer. It sounded like... laughter? Ruby listened even closer now... she knew that laugh.

"RAAAAAGHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Krieg!" Ruby shouted happily, she hadn't seen him since Goodwitches class and now he was literally dropping in to, she hoped, say hello.

Looking up, she saw her Psychotic friend flying straight at her... and not slowing down.

"Eeeeep!" Ruby squeeked as she narrowly dodged the Psychos impromptu cannonball. As he hit the ground, he formed as small ditch as he skid along the pavement.

"Ah, Mr.Krieg, I'm so glad you could join us. I trust your mission went well?" Oobleck asked as if Krieg had not just appeared out of the sky.

'Eh, I'd give the landing a 6 out of 10. Definitely not our worst.' The Voice remarked.

Getting to his feet, Krieg looked to Ruby, I big smile under his mask.

"RED DEATH! THE LEAD BELCH GRAZES YOUR STILLNESS! IS YOUR SHANK DRY OF MY BLOOD!?"

He asked with his arms wide open. Ruby happily accepted the invitation and hugged the raving lunatic.

"Well duh! You've been gone for like... forever!" She smiled, breaking away from the hug once she noticed the stink of old blood on him.

"WHY DOES THE NAIL DRIVE YOU HERE? ARE YOU HERE FOR THE HIDDEN HUNT?"

Ruby smiled sheepishly, "Turns out, it wasn't as secret as we thought." She said as she motioned to Oobleck. Krieg looked at the puke haired teacher and burst out laughing.

END CHAPTER!

HAHA! He's back! For another round. I bet you though it'd be years until the next one but HA! Another chapter of my favourite basket case.

And guess what my amazing readers! I just found a rooster teeth app on my Xbox so I can watch the entire show and not have to make stuff up from small clips on YouTube! Success is mine!

As per usual. Comments are welcome, constructive feedback is always appreciated but be warned traveler, I may just want to talk with you about such feedback since I genuinely want to get better, is there any better way to do it than to talk to my readers? I think not!

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