"After leaving home, you might find yourself feeling homesick. Even if you have a new home with nicer wallpaper and a more efficient dishwasher."
— Lemony Snicket

Just a few things to point out: I do not own either of these series. RWBY is owned by Rooster Teeth, and Boboiboy is owned by Animonsta, respectively. If you haven't watched either, I highly recommend them, as they are both awesome series. One more thing— I wrote this story with newcomers to both series in mind, so you don't necessarily have to be familiar with them to understand the story. If you enjoy this, feel free to vote, follow, and all that good stuff. Anywho, let's begin!

The story begins on Earth, on the island of Rintis, where a kid wearing an orange hat, orange vest, black undershirt, blue jeans, red wrist warmers, and a peculiar-looking watch is heading toward a beverage stand. A sign on top reads:

"Tok Aba Kokotiam (Tok Aba's Cocoa Shop)."

"Tok Aba!"

The boy shouts as an old man wearing a blue flannel shirt, brown pants, and a white hat looks up.

"Oh, Boboiboy, you're late for work again."

Feeling guilty, the boy instinctively scratches the back of his neck before admitting, "I'm sorry. I forgot again, heh."

The old man shakes his head chastisingly before sighing. "Oh, my grandson, you are still young. You shouldn't be more forgetful than me."

"S-sorry! I'll be early tomorrow." The young boy promises, only to receive another sigh in return.

"That's what you said yesterday." Tok Aba replies with an unimpressed look.

Not wanting to continue this awkward conversation, the boy quickly changes the subject. "Anyway, where's Ochobot?"

"I don't know. But he did mention something about helping Gopal with something."

"Oh? Is that so? Okay then..." The young hero sighs, disappointed by his friend's sudden absence. "So then... where is everyone else?"

Getting somewhat tired of the questioning—and the lack of actual work—Tok Aba replies, "How should I know? I'm not them."

"Right... I'll go look for them then." He turns to leave, only to be caught again by Tok Aba.

"Where do you think you're going, huh? You have work to do."

"Ah! I forgot again."

Suddenly, the boy feels a sharp sting on his arm and notices his watch malfunctioning. Before he can think much of it, his attention is torn away by a voice calling to him from the distance.

"Boboiboy!"

A female voice echoes from afar as a girl in a pink hijab floats toward him.

"Eh, Yaya? What are you doing here?" Boboiboy asks, pleasantly surprised to see one of his friends.

"I know you guys told me my biscuits tasted bad, and after finally trying them myself, I realized you were all right all along. So I thought, what if I experimented with something else? And this is what I came up with! Try it!"

Fearing another disaster (flashbacks of green goat milk haunt him), Boboiboy backs away nervously. "Eh? N-no thanks, I'm not hungry."

Somewhat hurt by his reaction, Yaya sighs. She understands why he's hesitant... but even still, her pride as a baker urges her on.

"Oh, come on. Please?"

"It's okay... really... please let me go."

Realizing he's determined to die on this hill, Yaya resorts to the tried-and-true method—

Boboiboy gags as the cookie is jammed into his mouth.

"So? How is it?"

Boboiboy gags again— but not from the taste. All things considered, the cookie is actually acceptable (if a little eccentric in flavor). What actually knocks him out, however, is the sheer force of the cookie being shoved down his throat— something that could have easily ruptured the trachea of anyone without superpowers.

"Oh no!" Yaya cries, internally cursing her own strength.

Panicking for his grandson's health, Tok Aba fumbles for his phone. "Oh no! Quickly, call an ambulance!"

Yaya is already reaching for her own phone when she notices something strange. Her eyes widen in shock and confusion.

"Wait... something's wrong with Boboiboy's watch!"

Boboiboy's power watch begins glowing erratically, sparks flying from it. Then—

A massive yellow light erupts.

Luckily, Yaya manages to shield herself and Tok Aba with her gravity manipulation powers, but Boboiboy—

After the explosion, Boboiboy, along with a good portion of the dirt around him, disappears. No trace of him or the watch remains... except, somehow, for the cookie.

Somewhere in a distant reality, two beings stand before a crack in space. One shines as brightly as the sun. The other is as all-consuming as the void of space itself.

Through the minuscule tear in reality, the tiny figure of Boboiboy floats through before vanishing elsewhere.

The darkness turns to the light. "Brother, are you sure about this? We've done this before... and it did not work."

The light chuckles softly. "Have faith, brother. That is all we can do for the creations we had to shun..."

Meanwhile, within a city's night sky, a bright light briefly flashes in the atmosphere—so briefly that no one could possibly see it unless they were near the spot or had eyes all over the city. Then, suddenly, Boboiboy's unconscious body floats gently downward until he lands on the floor of an alleyway.

Cut to a shop named From Dust Till Dawn. A man with orange hair, a black bowler hat, and a white tuxedo strides up to an elderly shopkeeper, a group of black-tuxedoed thugs flanking him.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a Dust shop open this late?"

As the man speaks, one of his men points a gun at the old shopkeeper.

The old man, unable to fight back, has no choice but to beg.

"P-please, just take the Lien and leave!"

Yet, the orange-haired man in the bowler hat does not seem satisfied with that answer. However, he sees respectable qualities in the old man, so rather than resorting to excessive violence, he tries to play the good cop amid his sea of bad ones.

"Come now, we're not here for your money. You can keep all of that. What we want is just... Dust. Lightning, Fire, Ice—all of it. Sure, it'll tank your business, but really, you're a smart man. You'll live with just your Lien. So why don't you just unlock the case all quick-like and... pretend we were never here? How's that sound?"

Weighing his options, the shopkeeper reluctantly agrees and hands over his Dust supplies.

The men begin gathering colorful crystals—apparently called Dust—into suitcases from the tubes found throughout the shop.

In this world, Dust is the substitute for many things. Gasoline, gunpowder, radioactive isotopes—none of these were ever invented, as the array of multi-colored crystals has rendered such concepts trivial.

"Crystals. Burn. Uncut." One of the goons raises a suitcase to the old man. Fearing for his life, the shopkeeper has no choice but to part with his most valuable, highest-quality Dust crystals.

But then, one of the thugs hears faint music in the background and decides to investigate.

He finds a girl wearing a bright red cloak, completely absorbed in the magazine she's reading while listening to music that drowns out the world around her. To her, the entire robbery might as well not be happening.

Seeing this, the thug unsheathes his sword and points it at her back. In as menacing a voice as he can muster, he demands her cooperation.

"Alright, kid, put your hands where I can see 'em."

However, it seems the music is too loud—she doesn't react, not even a flicker of acknowledgment.

Growing irritated, he raises his voice.

"Hey! I said hands in the air! Do you have a death wish or something?!"

It had already been a long day, and all the thug wanted was a bourbon after a job well done. Frustrated, he throws away all formality and yanks the girl's cloak down.

"Yes?"

Finally! A response! The thug internally cheers.

The sooner he gets her to leave, the less bloodshed there will be.

"I said put your hands in the air! Now!"

"Are you... robbing me?" The girl sounds less frightened and more... incredulous. Like the idea itself is some silly game.

"YES!!"

Wait—no! He meant no!

"Ooooohh." The thug begins to feel a sense of dread at the girl's growing smirk.

Cut back to the bowler-hat-wearing man, waiting for his thugs to finish. When suddenly...

"Hey!"

The thug shouts apprehensively as the girl reaches for her back in a blur of movement.

"Hyaah!!"

The girl cries out as she uses the unfolding motion of her gun-scythe—combined with the recoil of a gunshot—to launch the thug into a wall, knocking him unconscious.

The lead thief sees this and calmly motions for another henchman to apprehend the mysterious female assailant.

"Oh? It seems we have a huntress-in-training among us. Oh, boys."

The orange-haired man gestures with his hand, signaling half of his thugs to stop what they're doing and neutralize the threat.

"Freeze!!"

Outside, Boboiboy finally regains consciousness, his body aching strangely as he is drawn to the commotion. He begins to waddle forward, still sore but determined.

"What... what is going on here?"

Then, as he looks closer at the scene unfolding in front of him, he takes in the sheer chaos. He may be sore... but he's a hero. And heroes don't get to rest.

"I don't know where I am, but a robbery is still a robbery. I have to help—WOAH!!"

Boboiboy barely dodges as a group of men come crashing through the shop's window, flying outside like ragdolls. Hot on their heels, a girl about his age leaps through the broken glass, briefly locking eyes with him mid-air before landing gracefully.

The remaining thugs inside look out at the girl as she unfolds a giant red scythe. Boboiboy, still processing what he's seeing, can only gape in shock—though his shock is more of the "I just saw a comic book character in real life" variety.

A slow grin spreads across his face as he raises his signature thumbs-up in approval, chuckling lightly.

"That's awesome."

Inside the shop, the bowler-hat-wearing man scowls at the girl, to which she non-verbally replies with a confident smile. She twirls her scythe before planting it into the ground, finally removing her headphones.

Unfazed, the bowler-hat man waves his hand toward her, sending his goon army into action while completely ignoring the bright-orange-clad bystander.

"Okay... get her!"

The girl springs into action, spinning her scythe in a blur and kicking one of the thugs away. She then swings her oversized weapon, striking another opponent with the butt of it and sending them flying.

Without missing a beat, she fires the gun portion of her scythe, propelling herself forward with the recoil. She slams the blunt end of her weapon into another enemy before expertly dodging gunfire, using another shot's recoil to launch herself toward the shooter. With a single powerful strike, she sends him skidding to the feet of the bowler-hat man.

The orange-haired leader lets out a sigh, finally realizing that they're out of time. Any longer, and the cops will be here. He drops his cigar and crushes it under his shoe.

"You were worth every cent. Truly, you were."

As if on cue, the distant blare of police sirens confirms his concerns.

"Well, Red, I think we can all agree that this has been an eventful evening. And as much as I would love to stick around..."

He nonchalantly raises his cane, pressing a hidden mechanism. The bottom flicks up, forming a crosshair—revealing it to be, in fact, a gun.

With a smirk, he aims directly at the girl in red.

"I'm afraid this is where we part."

He pulls the trigger, sending a glowing red projectile straight toward her. But then—

BZAP

BOOM

The explosion is intercepted by something.

The girl in black and red looks mildly shocked as a blur of orange appears in front of her.

Too fast.

Even for her.

Boboiboy stands at the ready, his palm smoking from deflecting the explosive flare.

The bowler-hat man raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Oh? And who do we have here?"

With a confident smirk, Boboiboy replies,

"Me? I'm just a hero for fun."

The orange-haired man, now well and truly done with this, pulls a grenade from his pocket and fiddles with it absentmindedly.

"Well then, I wish you both the best of luck. Red, Orange... ciao."

With a flick of his wrist, he tosses the grenade toward them—only for it to explode into a thick cloud of purple smoke.

By the time the smoke clears, the man is already halfway up a ladder. Confident they can catch up, the two heroes rush over to check on the shopkeeper first.

"Are you okay, sir?" Boboiboy asks, concern evident in his voice.

The red-clad girl quickly follows up. "Will it be fine if we go after him?"

The shopkeeper nods, giving them the approval they need. Without wasting another second, they take off after the fleeing thief.

"Hurry up! We have a bad guy to catch!" Boboiboy exclaims.

Caught off guard by his enthusiasm, the girl fumbles a quick, "R-right!" before sprinting forward. With a powerful leap, she launches herself skyward, leaving behind a swirl of rose petals.

Not to be outdone, Boboiboy raises his watch and activates a transformation. His outfit shifts to a blue-clad form, and the bill of his cap moves to the left side of his head.

"Hurricane Jump!!"

A massive gust of wind propels him upward, launching him onto the rooftops at nearly the same speed as the girl.

However, the thief sees them closing in while he's still climbing and panics. He frantically fires his cane gun, hoping to hit them mid-air.

Reacting instantly, Boboiboy swaps to a yellow form—his hat now facing forward—as twin lightning swords appear in his hands. In a blur of electricity, he zips out of the way, narrowly avoiding the shots. The girl dodges as well, twisting mid-air to evade the incoming fire.

Even while dodging and blocking attacks, they somehow manage to hold a conversation.

"Hi! Are you new around here?" the girl asks, springing off a nearby wall to narrowly avoid another explosion.

"You could say that. I don't even know where 'here' is exactly," Boboiboy replies, moving like a bolt of lightning as he dodges.

"Well, nice to meet you! My name's Ruby. And—whoa!—is that your Semblance? And what's with that watch? And the hat? And that sword?!" she rattles off excitedly as they dive behind a garbage bin to avoid the latest attack.

"My name's Boboiboy. Let's talk later—for now, let's focus on him." He nods toward the fleeing man.

"R-right! But how are we gonna deal with those projectiles?"

Boboiboy simply points at himself, grinning. "Leave it to me. Earth Wall!!"

His outfit shifts again, now entirely brown, with a mountain-shaped emblem replacing his usual lightning insignia. Slamming his palm onto the ground, he summons a towering six-foot wall of stone and concrete, effortlessly blocking the incoming shots.

"So cool!" Ruby exclaims, suddenly right in his face, practically pressing against him as she inspects his watch. She begins circling him, examining every detail.

He would be embarrassed to admit it later, but... yeah, that got a blush out of him.

Shaking off his flustered state, he refocuses. "Now let's go! Earth Catapult!"

A massive stone pillar erupts beneath them, launching both of them high into the air.

They land gracefully on the rooftop, weapons drawn.

Together, they shout to gain the thief's attention—

"Halt, evildoer!"/"Stop in the name of the—er... law?"

The bowler-hat man glares at the two from the other side of the rooftop, muttering in annoyance, "Persistent."

Both heroes brace themselves for a fight, but before they can charge, a getaway aircraft appears behind the man. The pilot—a woman clad in red—is shrouded in darkness, save for her fiery golden eyes that pierce through the night.

The bowler-hat man turns, gripping a red Dust crystal in his palm. With a smirk, he hurls it at them. "End of the line, Red, Yellow!"

The crystal detonates on impact, engulfing the rooftop in a fiery explosion.

The man chuckles triumphantly, confident he has taken down the two hunters-in-training.

But as the smoke clears, his grin falters. Standing before him is a middle-aged blonde woman, clad in a black-and-white outfit, having shielded Ruby and Boboiboy with a shimmering purple forcefield. With a flick of her wrist, she retaliates, sending streaks of purple energy toward the escaping aircraft. The bowler-hat man barely avoids getting knocked off the edge.

Still in shock, Boboiboy manages to murmur, "That's... awesome..."

Outmatched, the bowler-hat man scrambles toward the cockpit, where the mysterious black-haired woman struggles with the controls.

"We've got a Huntress!" he shouts, quickly swapping places with her—he takes the reins while she steps into the open hatch to face the new threat.

The Huntress's wand glows purple, and suddenly, a storm cloud forms above the aircraft. The mysterious woman moves to counter, but the moment her eyes lock onto Boboiboy, she hesitates.

"You doing alright, boss?!" the man yells as he fights to keep the aircraft steady.

With a flick of the Huntress's wand, hail begins pelting the vehicle, shattering windows and nearly striking the bowler-hat man.

Snapping out of her trance, the mysterious woman reels back, her arms and chest igniting in flames. She thrusts her hands forward, launching a blazing fireball at the three heroes.

"Earth Barrier!!"

This time, it's Boboiboy's turn to defend. A jagged mountain of rock erupts from the rooftop, absorbing the fireball's impact. Seizing the opportunity, the Huntress channels her telekinesis, shaping the scattered stone shards into a barrage of arrows, launching them at the airborne vehicle.

The mysterious woman retaliates with another fiery explosion, disintegrating the stone projectiles—only for them to reform into a single massive stone lance, now aimed straight at her.

Boboiboy notices how the Huntress's attacks are keeping the woman distracted. Turning to Ruby, he calls out, "Ruby, distract her—I'm going in!"

His outfit shifts to the yellow form, and two crackling lightning swords materialize in his hands. Lowering into a running stance, he suddenly bursts forward, launching himself into the air with a thunderous clap as Ruby and the Huntress continue their suppressive fire.

"Lightning Cross Attack!" he intones, crossing his blades as he nears his target.

Boboiboy flies backward, careening toward the building—only to be caught mid-air by a familiar mustached face executing a flashy jump.

"P-Papa Zola?" he stammers in disbelief, eyes wide. A face from his old world grins down at him, wearing the same triumphant smile he always did.

"Yes! Justice will never abandon anyone who fights against eviiiiil!" Papa Zola declares heroically.

However, the moment of distraction proves costly, as the two villains use the opportunity to escape.

"Whoa! Who are YOU?!" Ruby exclaims, gawking at the brightly colored, overweight man in superhero-like clothing.

Her confusion is quickly replaced by excitement as she turns to the Huntress.

"Are you a Huntress?! C-Can I have your autograph?"

20 Minutes Later

The four of them sit in a dimly lit room, facing a tablet screen replaying the earlier events. Ruby, who had been starry-eyed moments ago, now looks ashamed. Boboiboy appears more confused than anything, while Papa Zola—still in his flashy superhero attire—grumbles about how small the chair is.

Ms. Goodwitch, arms crossed, glares at them. "I hope you both realize that your actions tonight will not be taken lightly. You endangered yourselves and others, young lady!"

Incensed, Boboiboy stands abruptly. "But I fought because I didn't want any civilians to get hurt, Ms... uh?"

"Goodwitch," she replies sternly. "And to address your misguided thinking, let me ask you this—do you really believe that destruction of property was the best way to keep people safe?"

She taps the screen, playing a clip of Boboiboy launching himself and Ruby up the building using a massive rising pillar of rock.

Watching the footage, Boboiboy slumps back down, realizing his recklessness.

Before Goodwitch can continue her reprimand, Papa Zola steps between her and the two kids, raising a hand in a calming gesture. "Please, don't be too hard on them. I'd say they did a pretty swell job stopping those guys for a bunch of rookies, riiiiight?"

Sighing, Goodwitch relents—somewhat. "If it were up to me, I'd give them a pat on the back..."

Hearing this, Ruby perks up—only to barely dodge a sharp swatting motion from Goodwitch's wand.

"—and a slap on the wrist!"

Ruby yelps, jumping back.

Goodwitch sighs once more before stepping aside. "But there's someone else who would like to see you two."

The door opens, and a gray-haired man in a green outfit enters, carrying two mugs and a plate of cookies. He approaches Ruby first, leaning in slightly to meet her eyes.

"Ruby Rose... you have silver eyes... just like your mother."

Ruby's breath catches. "W-Wait, you knew my mom?"

The man doesn't answer immediately. Instead, he shifts his attention to the boy beside her.

"And you... um..."

Boboiboy, wanting to be polite, introduces himself. "Uh, hello. My name is Boboiboy. Nice to meet you, sir."

The man hums, a curious glint in his eye. "Peculiar name..."

Before he can say more, Papa Zola suddenly leaps into the conversation.

The lights dim. A single spotlight shines dramatically on him as he strikes a heroic pose.

"And I am...!"

A comically flashy spinning sequence plays, complete with exaggerated sound effects, before he finally points to the sky.

"PAPA ZOLA! Hero of Justice and Boboiboy's teacher!!!"

Silence.

Everyone stares at him.

The man in green, ever the diplomat, politely chooses to ignore... whatever that was. Instead, he refocuses on the two children.

Setting the tablet down, he plays a recording of their battle.

"Now, tell me—how did you both learn to fight like this?"

Boboiboy's expression shifts to visible discomfort. He shrugs awkwardly. "Experience, I guess? I mean, I've been doing this since I was eleven. Oh, and Papa Zola helped too—with those grueling PE exercises and training."

Papa Zola beams with pride. Placing a hand on his forehead, he declares dramatically, "Evil does not rest, so Justice... MUST NOT REST EITHE—ack!"

His speech is abruptly cut off as Goodwitch, finally out of patience, knocks him down with a swift strike.

Groaning from the floor, he whimpers, "Ayu-yuuu... your punch is just like my beloved Mama Zila's... it hurts..."

Meanwhile, Ruby stammers, "I-I was trained!"

"What schools do you both go to?" the man asks as he pulls out a list of various preparatory schools for Huntsmen.

Boboiboy and Ruby answer in unison.

"Rintis Island Primary School, sir." / "S-Signal Academy."

The man's eyes sparkle slightly at Boboiboy's response. Nowhere on his list is there any mention of such a school... or such a place.

Still, he knows he cannot press the boy for answers—not yet. If he wants to earn his trust, he must be patient. Instead, he asks, "They taught you two to fight like that?"

"Well... one teacher in particular," Ruby chimes in sheepishly.

The man nods, already suspecting exactly who that teacher might be. But for this boy... "I see..."

He says nothing further, choosing instead to bide his time.

With a smooth motion, he pushes the cookies and coffee toward the group. Boboiboy takes one, offers a quick "Thanks," and starts eating.

Papa Zola, however, seizes the mug and downs the coffee in one gulp—only to be promptly knocked unconscious by Glynda, who chastises him for drinking the man-in-green's coffee.

Ruby hesitantly grabs a cookie, nibbles it, then—realizing no one is stopping her—proceeds to inhale the rest in rapid succession.

The man watches the display with mild amusement before turning back to Ruby. "It's just that... I've only seen one other scythe-wielder with that level of skill before. A dusty old crow..."

Ruby perks up immediately. "Oh! Fhaf's wa unfu!"

Realizing too late that her mouth is full, she goes wide-eyed with embarrassment and hurriedly swallows the cookies in one massive gulp, wiping crumbs off her face.

"Sorry! That's my uncle Qrow! He was a teacher at Signal. I was complete garbage before he took me under his wing, and now I'm all like—HWOOAAAHH! WITCHAAA!"

Boboiboy giggles at her antics as she chops the air, making exaggerated martial arts noises.

The man observes her, eyes glinting with something unreadable—something that does not go unnoticed by Boboiboy. Whether that look is good or bad, he cannot yet say.

"So I've noticed," the man remarks, sitting opposite Ruby and Boboiboy. He folds his hands together, his tone shifting ever so slightly.

"And what exactly are the two of you planning to do? Especially you, Ruby—what is an adorable little girl doing in a school for warriors?"

Ruby bristles. "I want to be a Huntress!"

"You want to slay monsters?"

"Mon... sters?" Boboiboy repeats, confused.

The room goes silent. Every conscious person turns to Boboiboy like he just sprouted a second head.

"You know... the creatures of Grimm?" Ruby asks hesitantly.

"Grimm??"

The man-in-green studies Boboiboy's puzzled expression, quickly realizing this is a much bigger discussion than it first appeared.

"Let's discuss that later," he decides. Then, turning back to Ruby, "Miss Rose, continue."

"Oh! Well, I... only have two more years of training left at Signal! And then I'm going to apply to Beacon!"

As she speaks, her words gradually pick up speed, enthusiasm bubbling over into awkward excitement.

"You see, my sister is starting there this year, and she's trying to become a Huntress, and I'm trying to become a Huntress because I wanna help people! My parents always taught us to help people, so I thought—why not make a career out of it?"

She doesn't stop, somehow managing to giggle mid-sentence without losing her train of thought.

"I mean, the police are alright, but Huntsmen and Huntresses are way more romantic and exciting and cool and really—"

Suddenly, she slams her hands down on the table, shouting,

"GOSH! Y'KNOW?!"

The man in green and Ms. Goodwitch both take a second to process the verbal whirlwind that just hit them.

Meanwhile, Boboiboy, having anticipated the dramatic hand slam, had wisely raised both hands to avoid getting them crushed.

Papa Zola jolts awake at the sudden outburst, snorting as he exclaims, "Huh? What? I'm awake!"

Ignoring the commotion, the man-in-green focuses on Ruby. He sets his coffee mug down and asks, "Do you know who I am?"

Ruby furrows her brow, thinking hard. Then, her eyes land on the cane resting beside him—more specifically, on the engraving: "OZ."

Her eyes widen. "You're... Professor Ozpin, the headmaster at Beacon."

Professor Ozpin smiles slightly and nods.

"Hello, Ruby."

"Nice to meet you."

Then, he asks her a life-changing question.

"Would you like to attend my school? Early, that is."

Ruby gasps, hands flying to her mouth before she breathes out, "More than anything..."

Ozpin exchanges a glance with Ms. Goodwitch, who huffs and looks away, clearly disapproving. Turning back to Ruby, he smiles.

"Welcome to Beacon Academy. We'll be taking you in early."

Ruby stares at him in stunned silence. Then, as the realization sinks in, she explodes with joy, bouncing across the room in ecstasy after receiving the enrollment form.

Meanwhile, Ozpin turns his attention to the remaining two.

"Before anything else... Mr. Boboiboy, I presume? Tell me—where exactly are you from? This... 'Rintis Island Primary School' does not exist."

"WHAAAAAT?!" Papa Zola suddenly erupts, bursting with energy.

"Should I put him down again, sir?" Glynda asks dryly.

"No need, Glynda. I can take it from here."

"Very well, sir."

With that, she steps out, closing the door behind her, leaving Boboiboy, Papa Zola, and Ruby alone with Ozpin.

The professor repeats his question. "Now... where did you say you were from?"

"We're from Ma—"

Before Boboiboy can finish, Papa Zola clamps a hand over his mouth. "Do not speak, Boboiboy! I've seen this in movies! This man... IS PART OF SOME SORT OF SECRET ORGANIZATIOOOON!"

Ozpin's eyes flicker with something—briefly shining before settling into an amused expression.

"That's a bit judgmental, isn't it? After all, I'm just a headmaster looking out for my school."

Papa Zola rubs his chin in exaggerated thought before narrowing his eyes at Ozpin.

"So... you see the potential my student has, and you want to recruit him, huuuh?!"

Ozpin smirks. "Indeed. You're quite sharp, sir."

His smirk then fades into a more serious expression. "Furthermore, while the world has enjoyed a time of peace unlike anything in recent history... individuals like the one your student just fought give me reason to believe there are forces at play attempting to undermine that peace. And with that said, in my humble opinion, it is simple souls that will be the ones to maintain it. The simplest and most innocent souls... are often the mightiest."

Boboiboy and Papa Zola glance at each other before looking back at Ozpin, seeing the fire in his eyes—the sincerity in his words.

"If my words have convinced you of my lack of malice," Ozpin continues, "then please... answer my question."

Boboiboy swallows nervously before nodding.

"Alright. I am from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, but I go to school at Sekolah Rendah Pulau Rintis—or in English, Rintis Island Elementary School. I am Boboiboy. Nice to meet you, sir."

At the mention of unfamiliar names, Ruby halts mid-bounce, tuning in.

"I'm... afraid I've never heard of such a place," Ozpin admits, studying him carefully. "Tell me... what continent is that on? Sanus, perhaps?"

Boboiboy furrows his brows. "I've never heard of Sanus before. But we're from Southeast Asia! Surely you must've heard of the largest continent?"

Papa Zola boldly interjects, puffing out his chest.

"That's... Sanus, though," Ruby says, her confusion deepening.

"Perhaps it's a linguistic barrier? My apologies," Ozpin concludes.

Boboiboy frowns, then raises his watch, activating a holographic projection of Earth's map.

"Ah! Smart thinking, my boy!" Papa Zola praises him, giving him a hearty pat on the back.

Boboiboy points at the exact location of Malaysia. "This is where we're from. See?"

The reactions are immediate.

Ruby stares in bewilderment.

Ozpin's expression flickers—shock? Fear? It's impossible to tell.

A dreadful realization starts creeping in.

Ozpin exhales slowly, hesitating before speaking.

"I have... a theory. And... it may sound strange, but please, answer me one question."

Papa Zola leans in, intrigued. "Oh! And what is thaaaaat!?"

Ozpin meets their eyes. "Are you two... not from around here?"

Boboiboy and Papa Zola exchange a look.

Remembering how they got here...

Considering the inconsistencies...

The answer becomes clear.

"Maybe... that would explain a lot," Boboiboy murmurs.

But then, Papa Zola poses his own question.

"How long... has the moon been broken?"

Both Ozpin and Ruby stiffen.

"It's... always been broken," Ruby answers hesitantly.

Silence.

A silence so heavy it feels suffocating.

Boboiboy stares blankly ahead as the final piece of the puzzle clicks into place.

"We... really are in a different world."

"Whoa, are you guys, like, aliens?" the girl in red asks, her voice full of awe and intrigue.

"I... guess you could say that?" Boboiboy replies, still trying to process the situation.

"This has been... enlightening," Ozpin muses. "Since I have confirmed that you are indeed completely foreign to this world, I believe it is only right to greet you as a sort of... ambassador. Greetings, I am Professor Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon Academy for Huntsmen and Huntresses. I formally welcome you to our humble planet, Remnant, and our city, Vale."

"I am... Papa Zola! Short for (insert really long meaning of Papa) Zola!" he declares dramatically. "By day, I am a teacher with multiple specialties! And by night... I am a hero of justice and professional squid fisheeeeer!"

"S...quid..?" Ruby asks, tilting her head in confusion.

"Indeed... those underwater beasts... are the most elusiiiive!"

Ozpin and Ruby exchange glances, silently questioning the man's sanity.

With Papa Zola's introduction out of the way, Boboiboy stands up to introduce himself.

"Good evening, everyone. I am Boboiboy—just Boboiboy. I am 14 years old and a full-time superhero. Nice to meet you all—"

Before he can finish, Papa Zola suddenly knocks him down, chastising him.

"Haiya... a full-time superhero? You still have to go to my class, bucko!"

Looking over the table at the fallen boy, Ruby gasps.

"No way! You're actually younger than me?! AND already a superhero?!"

With a zip and a zoom, she dashes around the table and helps him up, bombarding him with rapid-fire questions.

"W-wait, I still feel dizzy, Ruby... one at a time!"

Ozpin chuckles before ushering Ruby away.

"You may ask them all your questions later, Ruby. For now, head downstairs—your father is waiting for you."

Reluctantly, she walks toward the door, closing it as slowly as possible, trying to savor the moment of meeting actual aliens.

Once she's gone, Ozpin turns back to Boboiboy and Papa Zola.

"Now, based on the fact that you have not left yet... I assume that you two lack the ability to return?"

Boboiboy's mood drops at the question.

"Yeah... on the way here, I tried to contact my friend. Even though the range of my watch is interplanetary... I guess the gap is even bigger than that."

Accepting his answer, Ozpin continues.

"Since you two are staying in Remnant, I believe it is my responsibility to equip you with the necessary knowledge to survive in our world."

He continues.

"Remnant is a world where humanity wages a constant war against creatures of darkness—the Grimm. That is why we train warriors, known as Huntsmen, to combat these threats."

"To aid in this fight, humanity discovered a resource known as 'Dust.' It holds the elemental aspects of the world—fire, water, earth, etc. Dust comes in the form of those gems the criminals you fought earlier were trying to steal. It is a versatile and deadly substance, used for both combat and utility."

"I see... so it's similar to my watch... just more limited," Boboiboy notes.

"I suppose you could say that."

"As for currency, we use an internationally accepted monetary system called Lien. Since you two have been following the conversation thus far, can I assume that the numbering system in your world is the same?"

Boboiboy and Papa Zola inspect the plastic card with intrigue.

"The money... it's plastic and not papeeerrrrr?!" Papa Zola exclaims in shock.

"We once tried cloth-based money but concluded it was too fragile. So we switched to plastic Lien."

"Wouldn't... a credit card be easier?" Boboiboy asks.

"True, but that is relatively new technology here. Many still prefer the assurance of cold, hard cash."

Boboiboy nods, understanding the reasoning.

"Now... I have a proposition for you two," Ozpin states. "As thanks for aiding in the apprehension of those criminals despite not needing to, I would like to offer you a choice of rewards."

Boboiboy hesitates. While he occasionally jumps at the chance for rewards, this feels wrong—like being paid for doing the right thing.

"You... don't really have to. I was just—"

"I understand, Boboiboy," Ozpin reassures him. "You feel that accepting a reward for an act of kindness is improper. That is an admirable sentiment. However, I ask that you make an exception in this case.

Don't misunderstand—I am not rewarding you out of gratitude, but out of necessity. You two are now part of this world. I see great power and goodness within you, and to leave you unequipped would be a failure on my part. In a way, this is less a reward and more... an investment."

Papa Zola, uncharacteristically serious, leans forward.

"So... what are the choices?"

Ozpin presents them with two options.

"A. I provide you with money and housing to last two months, leaving you to your own devices—with some conditions, of course.

Or...

B. You both enroll in my school, as student and teacher. Should you pass, you will stay in the school dorms until Boboiboy completes his training and becomes a licensed Huntsman."

Papa Zola opens his mouth to answer but stops when he looks at Boboiboy. Instead, he asks:

"You decide, Boboiboy. If it means I can protect my student... then I can handle either."

The weight of the choice settles on Boboiboy's shoulders. He thinks long and hard. After thirty whole minutes, he finally speaks.

"Professor Ozpin... in this world, is it safe to assume that the word 'superhero' holds no meaning?"

"Among cynical, jaded adults? No..."

"Then I've made my decision. Until that changes, I will train to be a Huntsman. I, Boboiboy, gladly accept your trial."

"If my student is in... then I, Papa Zola, shall too!"

Ozpin smiles at their resolve.

"Excellent."

Then, he turns toward the slightly ajar door.

"Oh, and Ruby?"

The girl, caught eavesdropping, panics and tumbles face-first into the room.

"Y-yes?!"

"As much as possible, I would like you three to keep this information between us. We wouldn't want it falling into the wrong hands, right? Oh, and Ruby, I have a request—please help our new friends get accustomed to this world."

"W-wait, me?!"

She starts hyperventilating.

But then, a warm hand rests on her shoulder. Looking up, she sees Boboiboy smiling at her.

"Don't sweat it! Just go at your own pace."

Ruby stiffens at the touch, her face turning bright red.

"W-will do, sir!" she blurts out.

Posing dramatically, Papa Zola raises a hand and declares, "Very well! From this day forth, I shall be... Professor Zolaaaaa!"

Ruby and Ozpin instinctively duck behind a table, bracing for the sheer volume of his declaration.

"Okay, but seriously, Ruby—your father is waiting for you downstairs."

After their meeting, Ozpin kept Papa Zola while urging the two to go outside the room.

"So... what now?" Boboiboy asked as they made their way through the police station hall.

"Well... I don't really know... I've only rarely been in the city before."

Downstairs, a man paced in the lobby alongside a blonde teenage girl who was drinking a can of soda.

"Calm down, Dad. You heard what Miss Goodwitch said."

The girl then parroted the huntress' words.

"Your daughter is not in trouble, Taiyang Xiao Long. She's just being questioned about the events earlier."

"I know, honey... it's just..."

"Yeah, yeah, you're worried. I know. I am too, Dad. Well, while you're waiting here, I'm gonna go get another soda. Want anything?"

"A latte would be nice..."

"Got it. See you in a few."

"Stay safe, Yang!" Tai called out one last time before going back to his pacing. However, with nothing distracting his anxiety, every little sound became significantly louder.

As such, he began to overhear a conversation between his precious daughter and another voice. Or rather... just snippets...

"Maybe... show me... your sword... taste... my... part..."

"Awesome!"

This conversation, followed by giggling, made Tai's fatherly senses tingle. With some reluctance, the man started making his way to the stairs, only to see his daughter and a boy tumbling down... hugging on the ground. His vision turned red as he let out a roar of blood-curdling fury. The terrified screams of two children barely into puberty followed soon after.

As the disembodied voice of a French man transitioned the scene with a, "A few days later..." the story cut to Ruby squished in her sister Yang's arms as they rode a bullhead to Beacon.

Yang squealed mid-hug before giddily saying, "I can't believe my lil' sister is going to Beacon with me! This is the best day ever!!"

Ruby, whether due to embarrassment or asphyxiation, begged, "Please... stop..."

Thankfully, the buff blonde brawler complied. Even so...

"But I'm so proud of you!"

"Really, sis, it was nothing."

"What do you mean? It was incredible! Everyone in Beacon is going to think you're the bee's knees!"

Therein lay the problem for Ruby.

"I don't wanna be the 'bee's knees,' okay? I don't wanna be any kind of knees! I just wanna be a normal girl, with normal knees."

Yang was confused by this. After all, this was the very same sister who had been absolutely over the moon just a few days ago when she shared the news with Yang and their father.

"What's... with you? Aren't you excited?"

"Of course I'm excited, I just..." Ruby sighed in exasperation. "I got moved ahead two years. I don't want people to think I'm special or anything."

Yang tried to assure Ruby. "But you ARE special."

Much to Yang's concern, this seemed to only worsen her mood. So she quickly tried to alleviate the situation.

"B-but if you're really worried about that sort of thing, then just remember you can't possibly be the only one. I mean, look at that guy staring out the window. He looks pretty young."

Ruby looked closely at the boy, and her eyes widened.

"Wait, it's you! Boboiboy!"

Recognizing the voice behind him, he turned around with an excited look. "Ruby! Good to see you again!"

"Same! After days of paperwork for who my legal guardian should be and my schooling and whatever else, it's great to know I'm finally able to hang out with you!"

"Oho~ aren't you going to introduce me to your boyfriend?"

"H-he's not my... we're not..."

"She's right! We're just friends! I swear! Please don't sic her dad on me again!"

Yang burst into laughter at their reactions before doing a double take.

"Wait... what do you mean, Dad? What did Dad do?"

"Oh! He's your dad as well... well, er..."

Flashing back to that night...

"Maybe you can show me your lightning sword, and maybe you can have a taste of my favorite part of Valean cuisine..."

"Oh! That's awesome!"

"Heheh... do you ALWAYS do the thumb thing?"

"Oh... s-sorry, just a habit of mine when I get excited. Is it bothering you?"

"No. No, not really. Actually, I kinda like it... it's... well, awesome." She said while imitating his thumb thing, much to both of their amusement.

As they talked, they failed to notice Ruby's cloak catching on the stairs, causing both of them to tumble down the flight of stairs.

Boboiboy's protective instinct kicked in, shielding Ruby from most of the impact. This resulted in her landing on Boboiboy, face-to-face, in a very awkward position.

Moments later, the sound of a man's war cry echoed through the police department's halls as a blonde man rushed at Boboiboy, screaming, "GET AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTEEEEER!"

The two screamed in terror, which was quickly followed by another scream as the man charged at them like an enraged bull.

His hand clamped down on Boboiboy's head like a vice.

"MY DAUGHTER."

The man proceeded to swing Boboiboy so fast that they actually looked like a speedy blur to everyone else.

"IS TOO."

Finally, he hurled Boboiboy through the second floor, ceiling, and roof as he roared the final part.

"YOOOOOUUUUUUNG!"

The flashback was quickly cut off as Yang burst into uproarious laughter.

Ruby and Boboiboy made themselves small, scared of the attention Yang's laughter was garnering. Thankfully, she eventually settled down.

"Anyways... Hello, my name is Boboiboy. Nice to meet you, Ruby's sister."

"The name's Yang, Yang Xiao Long, Ruby's sister. Anyways, you seem quite young for someone attending Beacon. How old are you?"

"I am fourteen years old, why?"

"WHAT?!! You're even younger than Ruby! How did you enroll at such a Yang age (heh, see what I did there)?!"

"Oh! Me and Ruby stopped a robbery, and Mr. Ozpin was kind enough to give me and Ruby an invitation here."

"Oh! You're the guy Ruby has been fawning over for the last week then."

"Y-Yang! Don't say that!"

Yang gleefully reenacted Ruby's reactions as the younger of the two desperately tried to stop her sister, without much luck due to their strength difference.

The news then played on a hologram, displaying the mugshots of the bowler hat guy and a reporter with the name Lisa Lisa Lavender on her tag.

Boboiboy stared at the screen, lost in thought. 'I wonder how Adudu is doing nowadays... I hope Probe and Computer are still doing fine as well...'

Yang and Ruby exchanged worried glances, concerned about his thousand-yard stare.

"Hey... you alright?" Ruby asked.

Boboiboy snapped back to reality. "H-huh?"

Yang added, "You went blank after looking at those mugshots. Are you alright?"

"What? No—I mean, yes. He just reminds me of a friend of mine, that's all."

"Friend?" they both asked in unison.Afterthought: Hello everyone, this chapter will be the first I have finished rewriting. Apologies that I have to do this. It was just that it was messy and I've grown as a writer since then. So I decided to also improve my first piece of work.