The Moon was whole that night.

And it is red.

Jaune blinked, the morbid painting of dark night sky painted in crimson mist transfixed him. He faintly remembered the dinner he had just had with his family a while ago, a delicious hearty stew of meat he had assisted his mom with. And then after that, he went to his bedroom to finish his homework before going to bed.

This is not his bedroom.

Somehow, he had ended up somewhere else. It was probably a room too, only if there was a roof above his head and the wall around him doesn't look like it will collapse from a single touch.

Snapping himself out of his reverie, he pushed himself from the ground. Unfortunately though, he was still yet to be fully there. His brain was still being rewired from disorientation, and like a deer in a headlight, he was caught off guard shortly after.

Jaune hadn't even managed to stand perfectly on his two legs before the wall behind him crumbled. Faster than he can think, something emerged from the dust and debris. Something dark and monstrous.

A massive jaw of ivory, and a pair of baleful red eyes were the last thing that Jaune had barely registered before everything exploded into a world of pain.

When he was a kid, his intrusive thoughts used to wander around something silly or something plain stupid. One of them is what it would feel like to be hit by a massive truck he had seen in the city.

Today, that curiosity has been answered.

His breath was knocked away out of his chest and something cracked. The beef stew that he had for dinner rises up from the depths of his gut while he faintly senses his stomach being pushed into somewhere it shouldn't go. And anything below his waist sorta feels like it has gone away, or is it numb? He's not sure since he cannot really think much with his left shoulder killing him.

Seconds passed and he was back, gazing upon the crimson sky and pale moon. Now however, breathing has become a tad bit harder than before.

"Kugkh..? Glukch! Blewgh!"

Jaune coughed while scream bubbled out of his mouth. Pain had caught up to him and his eyes twitched frantically. By a stroke of either bad or good luck, he had somehow survived.

His gaze flicked, and smoke rose up from all around him. Horrifying screams now have reached his ears, sounding helpless and in terror. And through the pain and tears that clouded his eyes, he watched as the same white visage that he had seen looked down upon him.

-oOo-

Note: Don't expect much, it's been awhile since I had last written. Definitely edgy though not in a sense that it's "I hate everything" or such TvTropes kind of edge, just a very gory and unpleasant rollercoaster of Jaune's Special Torture for a justification to write a power fantasy.

Oh, did I forgot to mention it will be a GamerFic? Yeah, definitely self-insert power fantasy. Actually, nevermind, I don't think I would want to be in Jaune's shoes for this story to be perfectly honest.