Context: This crossover story was not mine, it was created originally by Sir Yeetus Deletus, I did ask permission naturally to continue this work, since the last time he had updated it all on his original work was back in 2023.

Of course not to say that Sir Yeetus Deletus is truly gone, his latest work had been updated on febuary this year, it is currently July at this posting. So a decent amount of time ago, whatever the case, it was very clear that Sir Yeetus Deletus would not continue for a long, long time, I loved his work of course, which I why I asked if I could continue it.

The date where I had sent that PM was 19 days ago at the time of this publishing (Fri, Jul 12, 2024), it become reasonable to me that A.) Sir Yeetus Deletus was ignoring me. B.) Sir Yeetus Deletus is truly gone from this site.

Both options are incredibly saddening. In any case I am continuing his work without his permission, a permission that may, honestly, never come or be responded too at all.

Oh and one final thing, you should probably read up on the previous chapters on Sir Yeetus Deletus original story with the name, not that you need to, but it might help.

Anyways, off to the small start.

'Blackout'

Day 5 - 01: 58: 27

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"Bloody ell…"

Within the dark, confines of the closed library stood a 6'2 tall skeleton dressed in a light-grey jacket mixed with black gloves striped with white and a green vest with matching camo pants, on his face was a balaclava with a skull imprinted on it, on top of the balaclava was a green headset with a microphone sticking on it's side.

And finally, on top of the balaclava's nose wire were a pair of orange sunglasses. This was Simon "Ghost" Riley, British soldier and former member of Task Force 141, now deceased, and currently a skeleton. Why was Simon a ghost? Only god, or whatever god knew.

And with said man/skeleton? no longer being alive there was no need for Simon to take off his glasses, as somehow, his undead state had given him night vision among some other perks.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

[Voiced by: Craig Fairbrass]

But the question one would ask right now is, why was there an undead skeleton who was formerly part of a task force lurking in the confines of a public library? Simple, he broke in to read a book, a history book more specifically. Of course Ghost wouldn't have done something so brutishly, he picked the lock off the back door, child's play really.

And now here he was within the library, in the dark, as a skeleton flipping through multiple pages of the history book he had taken off a shelf.

"Bloody ell…" muttered Ghost once more.

With a soft clap the book closed, Ghost placed back the history book, its purpose completed. Ghost sighed (despite being a skeleton, then again being alive and a skeleton contradicted each other) and rubbed his forehead.

Ghost starred up into the abyss that is the library roof, then muttered once more.

"Bloody ell…"

Reading through the history of "Remnant" felt like something out of a fantasy novel, and worst of all both he and Roach was in that fantasy! Vale, Vacuo, Atlasc, Mistral, Huntsman, Huntsman Academies, Faunus, The Great War, Dust, The White Fang, and the Grimm.

Ghost huffed.

Those were the astards that were buggering us.

Grimm, he first picked up the name back in the forest where he met Qrow, "The Huntsman" as he called imself. And now he finally had a more in-depth look at the creatures thanks to the history book, which details each weakness of each type of Grimm (Though Ghost did exceptionally well on that aspect beforehand). Not much on where the Grimm came from or what they came from, only that they've been an issue for a long, long time.

Beowolves, Boarbatusks, Ursa the flying one of which Ghost couldn't differentiate between the breeds. Those were the breeds both im and Roach encountered in that accursed forest, the forest where they woke up, the forest where they fought for day and night, the forest where Roach lost is arm. And the reason as to why Roach was passed out in the town's only clinic.

Oh, and he had also discovered the name of this town, the library's signage showed him.

Tun.

Tun.

That, was the name of the town, tun.

"Bloody ell…"

Ghost had to admit though, he got a good chuckle out of that one. Whoever named the tun, he'd get them a drink.

Well, his little scouting mission in the library was complete, he should head back to the infirmary where Roach was resting.

Straightening his back, rolling his shoulders, he moved to exit, heading back to the back door he had easily picklocked. Footsteps silent, he had made it through the multiple rows of shelves before reaching the shrouded lounge area with multiple tables accompanied by chairs and three large couches.

Ghost widened his non-existent eyebrows.

Someone was on one of the couches.

Pulling out his Glock with the speed comparable to that of a gunslinger from a western, Ghost aimed at the figure's centre of mass, green tipped sights placed at where the heart would be.

"Whos Ere?" Questioned Ghost, his accent heavy.

"What, you don't recognize me? I'm hurt Skully."

Ghost blinked. He released an exasperated sigh, before holstering his Glock.

The alarm from the figure's sudden appearance in the library had caused Ghost to go on autopilot, unable to recognize the Hunter on the couch sipping his flask at the time, a flask of which Ghost was starting to suspect was infinite.

Sitting on the couch lousily was a lean rugged man, with messy hair and a five o'clock shadow, an odd white buttoned vest and black trousers accompanied by brown shoes. It was, Qrow, the "Huntsman"

Qrow Branwen - "The Hunstman"

[Voiced by: Vic Monogna]

"Bloody ell mate, The ell you doing ere?" Asked Ghost.

Qrow raised an amused eye-brow at Ghost's accent laced question, leaning harder into the couch, almost being absorbed by it. He took another swig from that possibly infinite flask of his.

"Same thing I'd ask you." He burped.

"What, a an kan't read upe on is istory?" Snarked Ghost.

"Nothing wrong with that" he raised his drink in agreement. "It's just that… you usually don't go breaking into public libraries when you can just… wait. Like a regular person."

Ghost widened his non-existent eyebrows once more, Qrow was watching, for how long Ghost didn't know, after all he made sure he came here at the cover of darkness when no one was awake when he picked that lock. Ell, Ghost double checked one more time if anyone was awake before picking the back door.

Man's stealthy, Ghost would give him that.

In a mock tone Qrow spoke again "Oh wait! You're not a regular person, I mean, you're literally a skeleton Skully." Qrow once more took another sip from his probably infinite flask.

"Ell if yu ere eeping an eye on me this nitre time, why didn't ya stop me?"

"Curiosity, not everyday you see someone trying to break into a library of all things."

Qrow took another sip from his- no scratch that, that flask is indefinite.

"Ell, I'm appt to ave entertained ya cock-ed." Snarked back Ghost once more, using the nickname he had "offered" back in that accursed forest.

"I thank you for your generosity Skully." Spoke Qrow in another mock tone.

"Ow if you'll exuse me, I'll be leaving."

And with a sharp turn, Ghost strode towards the back door, before placing a hand on the knob and twisting it clockwise, he opened it. The sounds of crickets and a cloud covered sky greeted the undead operative. He looked back one more time, back to Qrow.

"Ave a nice ight, cock-ead."

In response Qrow raised his drink up. A teeth filled grin accompanying it.

Ghost rolled his empty eyes, and closed the door.