This fic would entertain the idea of our favorite parasitic ancient immortal wizard, Ozpin, from RWBY by Rooster Teeth inside the head of our beloved supervillain, Taylor Hebert, from the Parahuman series Worm by John C. McCrae as an alternative power.

I do not own each of them but the fanfic at hand.

Let's begin

...-The Call of a Broken Moon-...

I woke up.

Eyes slowly opening. Past visits to clinics and the smell of sanitized air went into me and I've swiftly concluded that I'm in a hospital. My body is weak. Fingernails are busted, probably from when I've tried to open the locker doors to get away from that hellish locker room-

"Oh…"

No one heard my quiet whisper. Of course, no one will. Nobody cared when I was targeted and bullied by Emma and her lot for many years. Nobody gave a fuck as I was literally being hunted down. Not my classmates, teachers, and even the school's staff cared. Even when I went to them. All they did was nodded back and said that they'll 'Take care of it', but, after days and days of continued abuse, no one came and saved me…

I doubt that, after my recovery, I'll be able to be free from them. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go to school. Hell, I doubt that Emma, or her band of psychopaths, would get sued either. They have that air with them. They seem unstoppable. They can get away with almost everything. And if they can get away with everything, they can damn well get away from this situation as well.

I'm doomed if I go back there again. I'm definitely sure that they won't stop there torture-sessions after a few months when they have concluded that I'm fully recovered. And the school- no, the world wouldn't give a fuck again.

I don't want to suffer.

I'm tired.

So tired.

"No." A voice, with a smooth, cultured, grandfatherly but firm tone, bellowed inside my head. If it weren't for the fact that my control over my right arm was wrestled out of me, I would have thought that I went insane... Maybe I already am?

"You're not insane, Ms. Hebert. Of that, I'm sure." He replied back. I did not know what to think of it. Did I trigger and became a parahuman with some weird power that consists of an old man talking into my head? The thought of it made me chuckle. Or was it the fact that I'm high on meds right now that gave me that weird sense of humor?

"Put down the pen, if you will, please." My control over my arm immediately returned and I was left with the fact that I'm sitting up in a hospital bed with intentions of killing myself to get away from everything via slitting my own arm to bleed myself to death. Oh wait, I've almost forgot the crying myself to sleep part. Speaking of which, someone was sleeping right next to me. Was it the old man talking in my head? No, no it wasn't. It was my-

"D-dad?" I've softly whispered. Danny Hebert didn't respond back. He was deeply asleep as I quickly realized. Still though, a small tear escaped from me as I quietly bit back a sob. I don't want to disturb him. He probably was stressed out enough already with my situation and I don't want to worry him too much…

"Are y-you real? Or am I going insane?" I asked out loud, not loud enough to wake dad up, but just loud enough to have a decent conversation with a certain someone in my head. Of course, I could just whisper and I'm pretty sure he would still hear from me, but having my voice permeating across the small hospital room that my dad and I were on gives me a level of comfort knowing that I have control, small as it seems.

"Yes, yes I am." That confirmed that I wasn't in fact insane and I have an old man talking inside my head.

"W-who are you?" I replied, rather meekly, as the slow realization of having to deal with said old man talking inside my head would imply that I have to surrender myself to the fact that my personal life wouldn't really be considered personal since this would mean that I'm not truly alone and would have someone watching me sleep, take a shower, and taking a-

"You are not the first." That did not give me comfort at all. "But where are my manners?" I then heard him softly chuckle inside of me… now that didn't sound right.

"I am headmaster Ozpin. Although, I am quite sure that regardless if you use whatever means in your disposal to find and search me with that name, you won't. I am, after all, not from this world."

"… what?" It was the only response I could come up with. I'm sure that, even if I'm not high on meds at the moment, I still wouldn't know how to even react with that kind of revelation.

"It is a lot to take, I know." It really is. "However, If I may, I believe that a good rest would suffice your needs, at the moment. You want answers. I am aware. But answers can wait in the wake of tomorrow, now sleep, Ms. Hebert. You are tired. Have been so for many years, from what I can ascertain around..." I felt him (Isn't that weird?) frowning within me. He knows of the bullying? I, again, did not know what to think of it. But the promise of rest soon takes over me before I could process the implications involved and let out a quiet yawn instead.

"O-okay… But I want answers." I'm pretty sure that I was slurring and ruining my vocabulary on that one. He was right at the fact that I'm tired and have to go to sleep. Damn him from making me aware of it, now I really want answers. Strangely, I've noticed- no, felt him take a soft pause as I gaze at the window and stared back at the starry nights of the empty dark skies outside. The air-conditioned room, sanitized scent, and the low beeps from the medical machines around makes me feel envious at the world outside. It was like the window itself heralded a promise of adventure, conclusion hidden by the veil of darkness, and the moon itself… wait, why do I feel so empty all of a sudden? Wait, I don't think that was me…

"W-why are you s-staring at the m-moon?" I asked.

"… it reminds me of home" He replied.

"Oh."

"… and of you."

I dreamt of a world beseeched by monsters in dark hides and gnarly visages carved in solid white faces that night. I dreamt of people. In particularly, the ones that were so similar to the Heroes I've had in my world. They were hunters. Huntsman and Huntresses standing tall and proud, meek and humble, young and experienced. I saw them triumphant as I witness multiple villages and cities fighting off hordes upon hordes of the nightmares called Grimm with the help of these hunters. I also saw them suffer. Many times. Many generations. So many died…

But, most of all, I saw multiple man and women in a timeless destiny sitting on a camp fire in the middle of a night from a good hunt, laying injured in a hospital bed not dissimilar to my state, and doing paperwork on top of a tall tower that was more like a Beacon under a prestigious school of young hunters.

I feel tired, longing, and wishing for death all the while. I wasn't sure if that even was my emotion at all. However, I couldn't help but, as they all did, stare at the moon…

A broken moon.

To be continued...

Next update: Third week of May.

AN: So I wrote this. My fourth fanfic and second crossover fic. I must confess, I've yet to complete reading the original story of Worm. However, I am in the process of reading the book with the intentions of finishing it. Rest assured, I am already aware of the important events but I would also greatly appreciate it that, if on the event that I've somehow made some lore inaccuracies or the characters from worm have the hallmarks of being OOC by nature, please inform me. Criticisms are welcomed. Just be sure to write a constructive one so I could learn from it and make better chapters in the future.

That said.

The schedule for 'The Call of a Broken Moon' would be uploaded on the first and third week of every month. To the best of my abilities, I can only upload 2 chapters per month. I know that may be underwhelming, but I am also in the process of updating 3 other fics within the same month. On the bright side, the second chapter of this fic, as well as future ones, would consist of, at the very least, 2,500 words. This chapter is merely the Intro, hence the shorter word count. Anyhow, please leave a review if you want to (I appreciate it but no pressure if otherwise), and I hope you have a wonderful day and a pleasant evening.

Stay safe, you lots.