Hello Everybody, Womba1786 here. So originally I was going to write the next chapter but due to some writers Block, Christmas, and me needing to work, I am sad to say that there is now new chapter. I feel bad seeing the original plan was to post the next chapter and say I'm vacation till the 18th of January. However it seems like that's the case, That said I won't leave you all hanging, so to speak. Along with answering questions I will post a quick preview of Arc 18 der Tanz des Lasters Horror und Ekstase. What happens here… won't be the most terrifying thing in this whole arc. To what does that mean… well, I gave you names, places, and title. I'm sure with some digging you can figure it out. Now to answer all questions and comments.

From Black Cross0: Thank you. It was a bit last minute but I'd love how it turned out.

Yep, a Drunk Scotsman, German Pilot, British Poltician, and a Neko Nun… their unstoppable.

Me too. Had I had more time it would have been a grand chapter.

Thanks for writing Black Cross0

From Crimson Weresloth: Yeah, Bigby.

Yep, I recall hearing about Winstons workshop. Believing that science and technology can improve the war. So meeting a girl with mystical powers and a weapon that doubles. Well… it would be like a candy shop to him.

Thanks for writing Crimson Weresloth

From Carre: 1. No problem

2. Yeah, that last bit of Winston Churchills speech may be coming true. "We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender, and if, which I do not for a moment believe, this island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God's good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old."

3A. He didn't… though he might be having tea with Amelia Earhart in the Dreamlands.

3B. I can see a chibi meme of Corvo, Altaïr, Batman giving her thumbs up as she chokes out a guard with a happy cat girl face on.

3C. As I said to Crimson above. "I recall hearing about Winstons workshop. Believing that science and technology can improve the war. So meeting a girl with mystical powers and a weapon that doubles. Well… it would be like a candy shop to him."

4. Danka, Hope you enjoy the chapter while I get some much needed rest.

Alright with that done I'd like to wish those a late Christmas greeting and a Happy New year. Enjoy the preview and see you all on 18th of January. This is Wombag1786 signing off.

I don't own RWBY or Call of Cthulhu: Berlin the Wicked City.

Hours later at the Clärchens Ballhaus in the Auguastraße district

3rd POV

Inside the lavish Clärchens Ballhaus, Blake sat beside FEB as the two waited for Jaune and Trish. After the interview, Jaune had to take care of his own business with his manager so the two split to deal with a few things as Blake had to find FEB. Didn't take too long, he was spending his few pounds on expensive liquor. After pulling him away, the two grabbed lunch before making their way to Clärchens Ballhaus. A magnificent Ball house that continues to rent out to those looking to capture a time before the great war. For her and a select clientele, it was two hours in a stuffy ballroom, listening to a junkie play a piano… probably naked. As they waited, hours passed by and some of the guest decided to leave. Driven out by the stuffy heat or the long wait.

By now it's around eight in the evening. The sun had just set and both Blake and FEB were one of the few people still left. After a few moments they had enough and were about to leave when the doors open. In walks Berber and her husband, along with Jaune and Trish. Jaune was wearing his tuxedo with Yellow Bowtie, Trish wearing a golden and green flapper attire with a shamrock headband. They looked overdressed to the occasion compared to Berber and her husband. She was wearing her dirty Morphine dress while her husband simply wore a button up with slacks. He'd helped her to the piano as she tried to hide the fact that she was struggling to wake up from her, self-chloroform trip. Jaune moved beside Blake as Trish greeted FEB with some familiarity. As they compared their lives and what it was like taking care of Jaune or Blake, the two spoke to each other.

'Where were you?' Blake asked with a note pad and sour look.

"(Sigh) Dealing with my manager." Jaune said with an apologetic look on his face. "Apparently, he wants us to move on with the show. So tomorrow I'm heading to Copenhagen, Gothenburg, Amsterdam, Brussels before making one last stop in Paris before heading back to New York."

'You could always say no, you know that.' Blake said with an annoyed look on her face.

"I'm in an ironclad contract. I try and break it; I get sent home and I won't be paid to boot." Jaune explains gaining an annoyed glare from Blake. He then said in his defense, "Look, once I'm back home I will return as soon as possible. Honestly. Even give you my personal mailing address."

Blake continued to stare before giving a small sigh motion. She then wrote down, 'Just, say hi to Nora when you're in Paris. She lives in the 15th arrondissement, shouldn't be too hard to find her.'

Jaune's eyes went wide. He hadn't seen Nora in nearly three years. He wished he could find her with his buddy Ren, but looking back on his time as JNPR's leader, he could see that he was a bit of a third wheel. He gave a nod before mouthing the word, thanks. Just as he does, the piano keys begin to play Liszt Totentanz. The two turns back to see Berber's Husband playing on the piano. As he played, Berber does her seductive dance. Despite how intoxicatingly humid the room is, she didn't bother to stop. The four watches with semi enjoyment as the performance continues. After a few moments Blakes eyes begin to stray as a sudden migraine hits her. Her eyes turn to the left for the briefest of moments, but that's when she noticed something. In the mirror, she sees Berber, looking dreadful. Her makeup has hardened to the point that it looked like a chipping mask. Her skin no longer looked to b of a 27-year-old. Rather a decrepit hag of a lady with an ever-pinching dress. As disturbed as it was, her own reflection wasn't what was.

She was no longer in her flapper attire. Rather she was dressed in a white militia attire. With an infamous symbol on her arm. One she had thought she had dismantled what seemed like a lifetime ago. And the mask. The mask was not hers, but of a man she thought she once knew. The mask of the long dead Supreme leader of the White Fang. Her reflection gave poor Blake a tinge of fear. Only for her reflection to give a wicked smile. That same smile that only her 'beloved' had. That caused her to jump back, touching Jaune and gaining his attention. He sees in the mirror's reflection much to his horror not Blake in her White Fang Uniform. But of a hunchback, wearing a tattered yellow cloak and dawning a pallid mask. Within moments, the cloaked figure removed his mask to reveal a decaying face. His face. The mere sight of it nearly caused Jaune to scream, this got the attention of FEB and Trish who looked around themselves to see their own nightmarish reflections. As the four looked on in horror, the few remaining audience members didn't seem to notice, not even when Jaune stands. It was as if he wasn't even there. The music then ceased and withing a blink of the four's eyes, they found themselves completely alone without anyone around them.

The room no longer had working electricidal lights. However, it wasn't as dim as one would expect. The light from outside gave a feeling that it was daytime outside. Insidiously, it's grey clouds that covered the sunlight, left a foreboding feeling among the four. Jaune was the first to look outside. Much to his surprise, he found the once busy streets completely deserted. Cobwebs covered the window, with such density, that the spiders themselves had long since left it. The city that Trees had built, a desolated ghost town.

"What in that cunt's name happened?" FEB questions as he looks outside.

"I don't know. Jesus, did we go through a Rip Van winkle moment?" Trish asked as she quickly checks the mirror. Making sure what she sees in the mirror is the real thing.

As the three looked on, Blake knew they needed to get out if they wish to uncover what happened. She went for the door, only to find the thing was bolted. She couldn't move it, not even an inch. Annoyed she looked around the room before recalling the window. She grabbed a nearby chair before throwing it at the window. The chair missed Jaune and startled the three as the glass broke.

"Whoa, what the hell Blake?" Jaune asked as Blake simply walked on over before doing a cartwheel out the window. She landed on her feet before looking back up. She waved for them to follow.

"… Las's right. Only way to figure out what's going on isn't in here." FEB remarks as he looked around the room for something to use. He spotted the nearby curtains and quickly went to it. Tearing down the red clothes before tying it to a nearby post.

He quickly descended. Trying hard not to fall. He managed to get close to ground before letting go. Stumbling in his steps he managed to find them before turning around. He then turned to the two before calling up. "You lasses coming? Or you prefer to remain behind."

"I'm not a girl!" Jaune called down.

"But you sure act like one at times." Trish remarks with a smug smile as she descends.

She made her way down before Jaune descends. As he does the curtain begins to rip from his weight before suddenly tearing. He lets out a shriek of fear before landing in Blakes arms just before he hits the ground.

"Like I said, lasses." FEB said rhetorically as he walked off the patio towards the street.

He gave a small smirk as Jaune flusters to come up with a retort. Slightly annoyed, he received a hard punch to his shoulder from Blake. She gave an annoyed glair that FEB simply ignored. He was in too good of a mood to care. The four made their way down the barren streets of Berlin. The streets were not only deserted of people, but of cars, bikes, and any other transportation. Animals of all species were vacant from the area. Dogs, cat's horses, not even the buzzing of a fly was present. The only thing that differs from the original Berlin beside of the lack of living people, was a mighty uncompleted tower at the center of the city. It stretched far up into the heavens and beyond yet looked unfinished. With nowhere to go the four slowly made their way to it. An hour of walking left the group slightly exhausted, but as they take a break Blakes Faunas ears begin to twitch. She heard the scuffling of feat, multiple sets of bare feet slumping on the cobblestones.

'You hear that?' She asked Jaune with her scroll.

"Hear what?" Jaune asked as he was trying to catch his breath. Just then a trash can in a nearby alleyway tips over violently. Something begins to scatter about them but out of their view. The four soon found themselves back-to-back as the noises got louder and louder.

"Oh… that sound." Jaune remarks as he pulls his sword from his cane.

Blake pulled out Gambol Shroud in gun form, Trish a 1907 savage Pistol, and FEB a pair of Brass Knuckles. They remain in their defensive stances as they searched around for whatever was treading barefoot. As they frantically looked around, a door across from them opened with a loud creek. They quickly turned to the door. At first, they could only see the darkness, then a figure emerges. It was too far away for anyone to see, but it looked like a slightly tall bold human in some kind of black uniform. It showed no interest at first, but then noticed them. It then stared for the longest time, and they stared back. After a few moments, Jaune decided to call it out.

"Hallo?! Wir sind ein bisschen verloren, aber hast du jemanden in der Nähe gesehen?!" (Um, Hello?! We're a little lost, but did you see anyone around?!)

The thing didn't respond. Rather it continued to stare before sluggishly moving towards them. As it got closer the four got a better look of this stranger. Whatever it was, was not human. It was a humanoid creature wearing a black uniform, with a Bron Canvas short cape. These little capes were held by silver chains attached to a silver skull lapel pin. It had no distinguishable facial features. Ears, nose, mouth, hair. Its flesh was deathly pale, completely shoeless it moved forward with its three claw like hands outstretch. Halfway to them, the faceless face opened up to reveal a lamprey like mouth with gashing and razer like teeth.

"Get down!" Trish shouted before she and Blake open fire on the creature. Jaune barely had time to hit the ground as multiple shots punctured the creature. After wasting an entire clip, the creature fell back dead on the ground.

"Monty almighty…" Jaune said in fright before turning his head to the two. "Thanks."

Blake waved it off as she reloads her weapon. As she does the sound of bare feet marching towards them from the alleyway caught the fours attention. Looking around, a number of these cretons had appeared out of alleyways, abandoned stores. At first it was a dozen but now there are hundreds. They let out a horrific shriek before charging towards the group.

Acting quickly FEB delivered a hard right hook to the first one that came close, second one he kicked away, before the third nearly tacked the preacher. He held his ground for a few moments when the creature bit into his arm and impaled him through his stomach with its hands. He lets out a painful scream alerting Blake to his agony. Her eyes go wide, and she was about to rush to him when a dozen more tackled him. Mauling him brutally within seconds. A single tear falls down Blakes face before she lets out a silent scream as she fired blindly at the pile of monsters. After firing all her rounds, she was about to race towards the pile when Trish got between them.

"You need to run! He's dead lass!" Trish shouted. Before tackled by one of the creatures. Blood splattered over her face as the creature ripped off Trish's arm. All Blake could do is stare. Meanwhile Jaune had cut down two monsters when he saw Trish arm ripped from its sockets. He screamed out to her, but Blake stopped him. He tried to get to her but was held back. Just before Trish was ripped to shreds, she calls out to the two. "Run you damn fools! RRRRRRRUUUUUUUNNNNNNN!"

The mob of monsters descended onto her and begin to tear her screaming limb from limb as they devoured her whole. Taking to heart what she said, Blake pushed Jaune along as they raced away. Jaune while reluctant held onto Blakes hand as they raced down the streets. The monsters gave chase after the two, with hundreds coming out of the woodworks. A never-ending swarm chased them for miles. Blake had used her semblance to help evade a few of these creatures but Jaunes crippled injury slowed them down drastically. They ran till their lungs were about to burst from there chest in exhaustion. Eventually, they managed to make it to the tower. Up close they see that it was made up of an old tree. Along the side had multiple ruins of a strange yet familiar language embroidered in gold along the side.

Once inside, they found themselves running into a dead-end. Panicked and out of breath they expect the horrific monstrosities would rush in and butcher them like their friends. However, despite being easy prey, the monsters refuse to take one step inside. While they had no idea why, the two were glad that they could catch their breath. Just then the floor begins to shake and before they knew it the ground lifted upwards like a lift. The force pushed them to the ground as the lift gain more, and more speed. Eventually they could see through the clouds the city far below. Nothing existed outside the city, nothing but the void. The lift came to a rough stop, and the two looked around. Seeing only Berlin, and just the city. As they looked around Blake's Faunas ears picked something up. The sound of movement behind her. Enraged by the death of her friend she turned to face what she thought was the monster that took her friends. However much to her shock, it was a giant naked woman.

Her naked body was as black as the void of space, yet covering her bodies were multiple sets of white dots that looked like the stars. Her hair was a golden color and her eyes giving a feeling of the void. She was beautiful, and yet horrifying. She takes a few steps back, bumping into Jaune and gaining his attention. Turning to see the giantess before them. The women looked down upon the two for a few moments before raising her fist and going to smash them. Quickly reacting Blake pulled them away using her semblance, but the power of the fist shattered the floor and the two begin to fall back down to the city. They held on to each other as Jaune screams in horror as they plummeted to their deaths. Blake closed her eyes and waited for the splat. Moments before they hit the ground however, she heard whispering. Words that she didn't understand but recognized. She opened her eyes and for the briefest of moments she saw the Brandenburg gate. However, it was not the original. A warped version of the gate, made up of a blue color. Decorating this new gate were strange symbols she had seen but couldn't recall where. Just then her world went dark with a loud splat echoing throughout the city.