Warped Metal Chapter 3: It All Comes Tumbling Down, a rwby fanfic

Chapter 3: It All Comes Tumbling Down...

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A/N:

Ok, so quick note! After this Chapter and the next one, we'll be jump-cutting to the future where we'll be a year away from the Events of Volume 1 with Jaune, and trust me, you'll see just how bad Jaune and Cinder's relationship has become.

Anyway! Let's get on with this chapter!

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"Get away from him!" Saphron shouted, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and fury as she grabbed Jaune by the collar of his shirt and yanked him back toward her. Her movements were quick and forceful, her protective instincts overriding everything else.

Jaune stumbled from the sudden pull, gagging slightly as the fabric tightened around his neck. "Saphron! W-What are you—!?" he began to protest, his voice strained.

But Saphron didn't let him finish. She glared at him with an intensity that froze the words in his throat. "We're leaving!" she snapped, her tone sharp and unyielding.

Cinder's breath hitched as she watched the scene unfold. Seeing Jaune being handled so roughly made her step forward instinctively, her worry overshadowing her fear. "Don't hurt him!" she cried, her voice rising as she took another hesitant step closer.

Saphron turned her glare toward Cinder, her body tense and protective. "Stay out of this!" she barked.

Jaune, still gagging slightly, quickly regained his composure and shook free of Saphron's grip. He stumbled back a few steps before turning to face her, his face red with anger. "What are you doing!?" he yelled, his voice cracking with frustration. "Why are you acting like this?"

Saphron's eyes softened for a split second at the sight of his hurt expression, but her resolve didn't waver. "I'm here because I'm worried about you!" she shot back, her tone stern but tinged with concern. "You've been running off to the forest almost every day, coming home with bruises all over your body. I knew something was going on, and I was right!"

"I'm fine!" Jaune shouted, his voice trembling with anger as he glared at Saphron. "Cinder's been teaching me how to become a Huntsman!"

Saphron's eyes burned with frustration as she snapped back, her voice sharp and accusing. "You mean how to kill people! That's what she's been teaching you!"

Jaune froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. Beside him, Cinder's entire body stiffened, her face pale with horror. The words cut through her like a knife, each syllable dragging up the weight of her past.

Saphron turned her furious glare on Cinder, taking a step closer. "Yeah, that's right, I heard everything," she said coldly, her voice cracked with emotion as she spat the words, "You're a murderer!"

Before she could get another word in, Jaune shoved her back, stepping between his sister and Cinder like a shield. "No, she's not!" he cried, his voice breaking under the strain of his emotions. "They were bad people! Cinder was just protecting herself!"

Saphron stumbled back slightly, her expression a mix of shock and anger. She looked at her younger brother with disbelief, her voice rising as she pointed at him. "And you believe that!?" she shouted. "Jaune, she could be lying! You hardly know her! How do you know she's telling the truth!?"

Jaune's fists clenched at his sides, his face flushed with frustration. "Because I know her, Saphron!" he yelled, his voice trembling. "She's not like what you're saying! She's not some crazy killer! She's my friend!"

Cinder's breath hitched as she heard his words, but the fear and guilt in her chest remained heavy. She wanted to say something, to defend herself, but the weight of Saphron's accusation left her frozen, unable to find the words.

"Jaune, listen to me!" Saphron continued, her tone desperate. "You're too young to understand! You don't know what she's capable of, what she's done!"

"She's capable of helping me when no one else would!" Jaune fired back, his voice cracking again. "She believed in me when you didn't, when Dad didn't, when no one did!" he yelled.

"Because you could get hurt!" Saphron shouted, her voice cracking with emotion. Tears welled in her eyes, though she tried to mask them with her anger. "Do you even understand how dangerous it is to be a Huntsman, Jaune? You could die! That's why no one wanted to help you—because we don't want to lose you!"

Jaune's hands balled into fists at his sides, his frustration finally reaching its boiling point. His cobalt-blue eyes burned with fury as he glared at his older sister. "Liar," he hissed through clenched teeth.

Saphron froze, her breath hitching at the venom in his voice.

"You're lying," Jaune continued, his voice shaking with anger. "It's not because you're afraid of losing me, it's because you don't believe in me! You don't think I can do it!"

"Jaune, this isn't about—!"

"No!" he interrupted, his voice rising. His emotions surged forward like a dam breaking. "Cinder was right! You don't care about me or what I want! You—and Mom, and Dad, and everyone else—you just think I'm an idiot! You think I'm weak!" His voice cracked, but he pushed through, his face red with anger and pain. "But I'm not! Cinder believes in me! She's the only one who believes in me!"

Saphron's face twisted in frustration and guilt, but her anger flared again as her gaze shifted to Cinder. Her protective instincts toward her brother quickly turned into fury toward the girl she saw as the cause of all this. "What have you been telling him!?" she snarled, taking a step toward Cinder.

Cinder, who had been standing silently, her head lowered, slowly raised her eyes to meet Saphron's glare. Her amber gaze was filled with both defiance and fear as she straightened her posture, trying to steady herself.

"I've been telling him the truth," Cinder said, her voice trembling slightly but growing stronger with each word. "You treat Jaune's dreams like they're some kind of joke! None of you believe in him! None of you even try to understand what he wants! If you loved him, you'd help him, you'd support him, trust him... believe in him! But you don't! So how can you say you love him!?" Her voice cracked as she yelled.

Saphron's jaw tightened as her emotions spiraled out of control. Her guilt and frustration boiled into rage, and in an instant, she acted on impulse. Without hesitation, she lunged forward, tackling Cinder to the ground.

Cinder let out a startled cry as she was forced backward, landing hard on the dirt. Before she could react, Saphron was on top of her, pinning her down and throwing punches.

"Stop it!" Jaune screamed, but his voice was drowned out by the sounds of the scuffle.

Saphron's fists came down repeatedly, her anger driving her actions. Though Cinder's aura flared to shield her, it wasn't strong. With each blow, her defenses weakened, and her body trembled under the relentless attack.

Cinder's mind raced as she struggled beneath Saphron's weight. Her aura was always weak—just like her. Those words echoed in her head, memories of people who had belittled her, made her feel powerless, clawing their way to the surface.

"Stay away from my brother!" Saphron spat as she struck again.

Cinder's reflexes kicked in as she caught one of Saphron's fists mid-swing, her fingers gripping tightly to stop the blonde's attack. For a moment, she thought she had gained the upper hand—until Saphron's other fist came crashing into her cheek. The blow snapped Cinder's head to the side, pain radiating from the impact as she winced, but she refused to back down.

With a growl of desperation, Cinder retaliated, her hand shooting out to grab a fistful of Saphron's golden hair. She yanked hard, eliciting a sharp hiss of pain from Saphron. The move created just enough of an opening for Cinder to throw a punch, her knuckles connecting solidly with Saphron's jaw.

But Saphron barely flinched, her glare burning hotter as she growled through gritted teeth. The pain only seemed to fuel her anger, and she retaliated with another barrage of blows, her fists flying toward Cinder in a furious storm.

The two girls were locked in a chaotic brawl, trading punches and grappling with each other, their auras flaring and flickering as they fought. Dirt kicked up around them, and the sounds of grunts and impacts filled the clearing.

"Stop it!" Jaune's voice rang out, desperate and panicked. He rushed forward, trying to force himself between the two of them, his hands gripping Saphron's shoulders as he attempted to pull her away.

But Saphron, consumed by her anger, reacted on instinct. Her elbow swung back sharply, catching Jaune square in the face.

The sickening crack of impact was unmistakable.

Jaune stumbled back, his hand flying to his nose as blood began to pour from it. His vision blurred, and he collapsed onto the ground, dazed and disoriented. A small cry of pain escaped his lips as he lay there, unmoving.

The sound of Jaune's cry pierced through the chaos like a lightning bolt.

Cinder's amber eyes widened in horror as she glanced over and saw Jaune lying on the ground, his body eerily still. A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins, her fear and fury igniting a strength she hadn't realized she still had.

With a feral growl, Cinder twisted her body, using Saphron's own momentum against her to flip the blonde onto her back. She straddled Saphron, pinning her to the ground, and began raining down punches with all the strength she could muster, her aura flickering faintly around her fists.

"Fuck you!" Cinder screamed, her voice raw with emotion as tears streamed down her face. Each punch landed with increasing desperation. "You don't have any right to judge me! You don't know what I've been through! You have no idea! You're no better than me!"

Saphron, pinned and struggling beneath Cinder, growled back, her own anger undiminished. Blood trickled from a split lip as she spat venomously, "I didn't kill anyone!"

The words cut through Cinder like a blade, but they didn't stop her. Her punches faltered for a moment, but her fury remained.

"You weren't there!" Cinder cried, her voice cracking as she struck again, though her strength was fading. "You don't know what it's like to be trapped, to be powerless, to have no one to help you!"

Saphron glared up at her, her voice filled with disgust. "You're a murderer!" she spat, her words like poison.

Cinder's fury boiled over at Saphron's accusation. Her entire body trembled with rage as she grabbed fistfuls of Saphron's hair and slammed the blonde's head into the ground repeatedly.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" Cinder screamed, her voice raw with emotion, each word punctuated by another impact. Tears streamed down her face as she let all her pent-up pain, fear, and anger pour out. "You say you want to protect Jaune!? You say you love him!? Then why the hell did you hit him!? You hurt him! You don't love him at all!"

Saphron gritted her teeth as her head struck the dirt, the words cutting into her more deeply than the physical blows. Her aura protected her from the worst of it, but each impact still left her dazed and furious. The sound of Cinder's voice, filled with venom and truth, only fueled her anger further. She didn't care what the girl was saying—she couldn't care. All Saphron felt in that moment was rage.

As Cinder continued her assault, Saphron's hands frantically searched the ground around her. Her fingers brushed over something hard and jagged—a rock. Without thinking, without hesitation, she gripped it tightly.

Her mind clouded by anger and adrenaline, Saphron swung the rock with all her might, the sharp edge connecting with the side of Cinder's head.

Cinder's aura shattered instantly, the fragile shield dissipating in a cascade of light. The impact sent her reeling to the side with a pained cry, blood beginning to stream from a gash on the side of her head. She collapsed onto the dirt, clutching her wound as her vision blurred.

Saphron gasped for air, her chest heaving as she sat up, the rock still clenched in her trembling hand. Her arms shook violently, the adrenaline coursing through her veins making her feel both powerful and sick. Her breaths came out in ragged pants as her gaze locked onto Cinder, who lay on the ground, dazed and vulnerable.

The sight of her wasn't enough to quell Saphron's rage. She dropped the rock and lunged forward, pinning Cinder beneath her. With her heart pounding in her ears, she wrapped her hands around Cinder's neck and tightened her grip.

Cinder's eyes snapped open wide in shock and horror as she felt the crushing pressure around her throat. Her body instinctively bucked and writhed beneath Saphron's weight, her hands flailing as she tried to fight back. She swung weakly at Saphron, but her strength had been drained by the blow to her head.

Desperate, Cinder's fingers clawed at Saphron's hands, her nails digging into the older girl's skin in a frantic attempt to loosen her grip. Her breaths came out in short, shallow gasps as black spots began to creep into the edges of her vision.

"You! Don't! Know! Anything!" Saphron snarled, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and grief. Her grip tightened further, her knuckles turning white as she leaned in closer, her face contorted with rage. "You don't get to talk about love! You don't get to come into my brother's life and fill his head with lies!"

Cinder's nails dragged across Saphron's skin, leaving long, bleeding scratches on her hands, but Saphron didn't let go. Tears streamed down Cinder's face as she kicked weakly, her movements growing more frantic with every second that passed.

Cinder's vision darkened at the edges, her breaths growing weaker as Saphron's grip on her throat tightened. Her chest burned, and her limbs felt heavier with each passing second. The world around her blurred into an indistinct haze as she felt herself slipping closer to unconsciousness—or worse.

But then, suddenly, there was a sharp, sickening crack.

Saphron's hands loosened, and her body slumped to the side, landing heavily on the ground. Blood began to trickle down the right side of her head, staining her golden hair and pale skin.

Cinder fell back, gasping for air as she clutched her throat. Her lungs burned as she coughed and wheezed, each desperate breath punctuated by harsh, ragged sounds. For several moments, all she could focus on was the painful sensation of air finally filling her lungs again.

When she finally gathered enough strength, she turned her head to see what had happened—and her eyes widened in horror.

Standing a few feet away, frozen in place, was Jaune. His face was pale, his wide eyes locked on Saphron's limp form. His hands trembled as he gripped a large, broken tree branch, the jagged end splattered with blood.

The branch slipped from his hands, landing with a dull thud on the dirt. He didn't move, didn't even blink, as he stared at his sister's unmoving body.

Cinder scrambled to her feet, her legs shaking as she rushed to his side. "Jaune!" she cried, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him lightly. "Jaune, are you okay? Say something!"

"I..." Jaune's voice came out in a shaky whisper, barely audible. His entire body trembled as he finally tore his gaze away from Saphron to look at Cinder. "I didn't mean to... I just wanted her to stop... I didn't mean to..."

His voice cracked, and his words faltered as tears began to stream down his face.

"Is she...?" Jaune began, his voice trembling with fear. He couldn't bring himself to finish the question, the thought too horrifying to even say out loud.

Cinder turned her head toward Saphron's body, her heart pounding in her chest. Slowly, she moved to Saphron's side and knelt down, pressing two trembling fingers to the older girl's neck. Relief washed over her when she felt a steady pulse beneath her fingertips.

She leaned closer, pressing her ear to Saphron's chest, and confirmed what she already knew: the blonde was still alive, just unconscious from the blow.

For a moment, Cinder opened her mouth to tell Jaune the truth, to reassure him that his sister would be okay. But as the words formed on her lips, a dark, insidious thought crept into her mind, halting her.

"Don't tell him," a voice whispered from the depths of her psyche. It wasn't loud or forceful—it was quiet, persuasive, dangerous. "If Jaune knows she's alive, he'll take her home, he'll tell his parents everything, you'll never see him again,"

Cinder's eyes widened as the voice echoed in her mind, dark and persuasive, a shadow of her own fears given form. She wanted to argue with it, to scream that it was wrong to lie to Jaune about something so serious, something so irreversible. But as much as she tried to fight it, she couldn't ignore the truth buried deep within her heart.

The voice wasn't wrong.

If they brought a wounded Saphron back, Jaune would have to tell his parents everything—about her, about the training, about the fight. They would come after her. She would be hunted for what she did. There would be no hiding, no safety, no sanctuary.

She would lose him.

The thought hit her like a dagger to the chest, and for a moment, she couldn't breathe. The very idea of never seeing Jaune again made her stomach churn and her heart race with panic. He was the only person who had ever cared for her, the only one who had looked at her like she wasn't broken or worthless. He had just saved her life—again.

She couldn't lose that.

She wouldn't lose him.

Her trembling hands curled into fists as she made her decision. Her throat tightened, and her eyes burned with tears, but she knew what she had to do. If keeping Jaune meant burying the truth, then so be it.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Cinder raised her head. Her amber eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, locked onto Jaune's tear-streaked face. She forced a horrified expression onto her features, letting her body tremble as though wracked with grief.

"She's... she's dead," Cinder whispered, her voice cracking as though she were holding back a sob.

Jaune froze. His already pale face seemed to lose what little color it had left, his eyes wide with shock. "N-No..." he stammered, shaking his head as though denying the words would make them untrue. "No, that c-can't be...! She can't be gone!"

Cinder reached out to him, her fingers brushing against his shoulder. She could feel his body trembling beneath her touch. "I'm so sorry," she murmured, her voice low and filled with false sorrow.

Jaune's knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, his hands clutching at his hair as he let out a heart-wrenching sob. "I didn't mean to!" he cried, his voice breaking with anguish. "I-I just wanted her to stop! I didn't want this to happen! I-I didn't want this to happen! I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to!"

Cinder knelt beside him, wrapping her arms around his trembling frame. She pulled him close, resting her chin on the top of his head as tears streamed down her cheeks. She hated herself for what she had just done, for the lie she had told, but she held onto the belief that it was the only way to keep him with her.

"I killed her," he choked out as the tears continued to stream down his face. "Oh g-gods! I-I killed her! I-I killed my sister...! I-I...! No... no... no! I killed her!"

Cinder tightened her grip on him, her heart aching at his pain. "You didn't kill her," she said softly, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "You tried to protect someone you care about, you tried to protect me, Jaune, You didn't have a choice,"

Her words, though meant to comfort, felt hollow in her own ears. She knew she was manipulating him, twisting the truth to serve her own fears, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. As Jaune cried in her arms, Cinder's gaze drifted back to Saphron's still form. Her chest rose and fell faintly, the subtle movement betraying the truth that Cinder had chosen to bury.

"You did this to protect what you care about," The voice whispered in her mind, cold and calculating.

As Cinder held the broken boy in her arms, her tears mixing with his, she couldn't ignore the growing weight of guilt pressing down on her chest. She had made her choice, but at what cost?

She had saved herself, but in doing so, she destroyed the one pure thing she had left..., and she would continue to do so.

Cinder released her hold on Jaune, placing her hands on his shoulders and looking him directly in the eyes, her expression grave and determined. "We have to leave, Jaune," she said firmly, though her voice carried a sense of urgency that wasn't entirely genuine.

Jaune's tear-streaked face twisted in confusion and hesitation. He wiped at his reddened eyes with his sleeve. "B-But... I can't just leave her here," he stammered, his voice cracking with emotion. "And... and my family—they'll be looking for me! I can't just leave them!"

Cinder's gaze softened, but her mind raced, crafting the words that would anchor Jaune to her. She leaned closer, her voice dropping into a soft, almost pleading tone. "Jaune, do you really think they'll look at you the same way after this?" she asked, her worried tone masking the manipulation hidden beneath.

Jaune blinked at her, his lip trembling. "What do you mean?" he whispered, though deep down, he already feared the answer.

Cinder exhaled sharply, gripping his shoulders a little tighter as if to ground him. "Think about it," she said, her voice laced with a desperate edge. "When they find out what happened, do you think they'll see you as their son? Their brother? Or will they see a murderer?"

Jaune flinched as if the word physically struck him.

"If they find you, they'll turn you in, you'll be taken away, Jaune! Locked up forever! And I..." Her voice cracked, and tears welled in her eyes, this time genuine. "I'd never see you again," she whispered.

"But I didn't mean to!" Jaune cried, shaking his head. "It was an accident! They have to understand that!"

Cinder shook her head, her dark hair swaying with the motion. "No," she said firmly. "They won't care, Jaune, all they'll see is what you've done... They won't care that it was an accident, they'll blame you, I'm not letting you be thrown in jail, Jaune, I won't let them take you away," Her hands moved to his cheeks, holding his face gently as her amber eyes bore into his.

"I..." Jaune began, but his words faltered.

"Please," Cinder begged, her voice breaking as she clutched him tighter. "Come with me..."

Jaune turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on Saphron's lifeless form sprawled on the forest floor. His breath hitched, his chest tightening painfully as guilt and fear waged war in his mind.

He could already imagine the looks on his family's faces if they found out. His mother's tear-streaked face, her sobs filled with heartbreak. His sisters, staring at him with anger, fear, and betrayal. And his father... the image of his father's stern, disappointed glare cut deeper than anything else.

They wouldn't listen to him. They wouldn't believe him. All they would see was what he had done—what he couldn't take back.

He couldn't face them. He couldn't stand to see their hatred, their anger. He couldn't bear to see his family shattered because of him.

But at the same time, leaving Saphron behind felt unthinkable. She was his sister, and despite everything that had happened, the thought of her being left to rot in the woods or becoming food for Grimm was unbearable.

Tears streamed down his face as he shook his head, his voice trembling. "I didn't mean to... I didn't mean to hurt her, I just wanted her to stop,"

"I know, Jaune," Cinder said softly, her voice soothing. "I know you didn't mean to, but no one else will care about that, they'll only see what's in front of them,"

Jaune's knees buckled, and he sank to the ground, burying his face in his hands. He sobbed uncontrollably, the weight of his actions crashing down on him like a tidal wave.

Cinder knelt beside him, wrapping her arms around his trembling frame. "You don't have to face this alone," she whispered. "I'm here for you, we can leave, start over somewhere new! You don't have to go back to them!"

Jaune pulled his hands away from his face, looking up at her with tear-filled eyes. "But... where would we go?"

"Anywhere," Cinder replied, her voice filled with conviction. "Somewhere far away, where no one knows us... Somewhere we can be safe,"

Jaune hesitated, his mind racing with doubt and fear. He looked back at Saphron one last time, his heart shattering as he realized what he was about to do.

He couldn't stay. He couldn't face his family, their judgment, their anger.

He had to leave and never come back.

Jaune turned back to Cinder, his tear-streaked face now dry, though his eyes remained puffy and red. He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay,"

Cinder nodded, her own heart aching as she stepped forward and pulled him into a tight hug. Her arms wrapped around him protectively, holding him close as though shielding him from the weight of the world. Jaune clung to her just as tightly, burying his face into her shoulder. In that moment, he believed she was the only one left who cared about him, the only person in the world who wouldn't turn him away.

Cinder closed her eyes as she held him, feeling the small, broken boy trembling in her arms. Her chest tightened, the guilt of her deception clawing at the edges of her mind, but she shoved it down, burying it beneath the desperate need to keep him close.

Her gaze wandered over Jaune's shoulder to the treehouse. The little structure stood silhouetted against the trees, its simple wooden frame weathered but sturdy. It had been their sanctuary, the one place in the world where she had felt safe, where she had felt at home.

The memories of the treehouse flooded her mind—Jaune bringing her food for the first time, their laughter as they carved wooden swords together, the quiet evenings spent talking under the stars. For the first time in her life, she had felt like she belonged somewhere. The treehouse wasn't just a shelter; it was their home. A place they had built together, piece by piece, moment by moment.

But now, that home was a liability.

Cinder's jaw tightened as she realized what needed to be done. The treehouse, with all its warmth and memories, was a loose end—a thread that could lead others to them. If someone found it, they might discover traces of her and Jaune, and everything they had built would be undone.

Her hands clenched at the thought. Burning it down felt like tearing away a piece of her own heart. Unlike the Glass Unicorn—a place that represented her pain, her imprisonment, and her suffering—the treehouse had been a place of light, a refuge where she had begun to feel human again. It was the only home she had ever truly known.

But she had no choice.

She told to Jaune wait outside before he went up the trunk and stepped inside one last time, her eyes scanning the space that had become her haven. Her fingers brushed against the wooden walls, the carvings she had etched into the beams, and the blankets they had shared on cold nights.

She looked through one small cupboard and found what she was looking for, a set of matches. Taking a deep breath, she took one out of the box and ran it across the scratch paper, and the match was lit. A small flame flickered to life as she held the match and for a moment, she hesitated, her hand trembling as the flame danced in the air.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

She lowered the match to a blanket, setting it there as it began to burn the blanket, the flame growing as it began to consume it and the mattress. She then quickly lit another one and held it under the tattered curtains, which quickly lit on fire.

The fire spread quickly, and so just as quickly, Cinder climbed down the structure. Cinder then stepped back, watching as the flames engulfed the only place that had ever felt like home.

Jaune sat silently on the log, as he watched the treehouse burn, his eyes unable to cry anymore, simply watching with empty eyes.

Cinder returned to his side, grabbing his hand tightly. "We'll find a new home," she promised, her voice steady despite the ache in her chest. "We'll build something new... together,"

Jaune didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the flames. As the fire crackled and roared, consuming their sanctuary, the weight of their decision settled heavily over them both.

The treehouse had been their refuge, a symbol of hope and belonging. Now, it was burning away, and with it, the last ties to the innocence they had once shared.

They didn't linger long, because after a minute of watching the treehouse burn, Cinder and Jaune ran into the forest, hand in hand and never looking back.

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Oh yeah, that happened.

Now, what do you thinks gonna happen next? Will Jaune ever learn that Cinder lied to him? Did Saphron wake up in time to not get eaten? What's in store for the two now that they're on their own? All I can say is nothing good!

I hope you enjoyed this Chapter and are eager for what happens next... even thought it's gonna break your fucking hearts, Why will it break your hearts you may ask? Well, you're just gonna have to wait and see why because it does require a warning.

Anyway, That's it from me! Have a good day and I hope you're waiting eagerly waiting for what happens next!