It's high noon in the city of Vale, citizens are going about their day, and two cops drive around the streets in a patrol car. As the duo do their patrolling, they have a little conversation.

Cop1: So I'm like; If I wanted an opinion, I'd have popped a squat and shit one out myself! Then we finished our meal and continued our anniversary.

Cop2: You're a sick man, you know that?

Cop1: At least I get into relationships with girls of legal age.

Cop2: Hey! She told me she was 16!

Cop1: Good Lords--This ain't Mistral, you perv! That doesn't apply to everywhere!

Cop2: Well it should! By the way, turn left up here, I'm hankering for a quarter pounder.

With an annoyed sigh, the cop driving the car makes the turn so his fatass partner can get some food. As they make a stop at a red light, the second cop looks out the window to pass the time. As he just skims across the city scenery, his eyes suddenly snap back to a noticeable motorcycle rider cruising along without a helmet.

Cop2: Hold up. Check this out.

Cop1: What is it?

Cop2:.... An easy ticketing, that's what it is!

Interested, cop 1 looks over and, sure enough, sees some punk riding an expensive looking motorcycle.

Cop1: Well I'll be damned, you're right. Let me just flash the lights, and--.... Wait a minute. Doesn't he look familiar?

Confused, cop 2 squints his eyes and takes a closer look at the rider.

Cop2: Oh shit, you're--Isn't that the kid the chief told everyone look out for?

Cop 1 quickly pulls out his scroll and starts searching through his messages. Ignoring the angry honking from the car behind them, he finds what he was looking for and shows it to his partner. A picture of a teenager trying too hard with a smile and a crude comb over.

Cop2: Yeah that's him... Do we call this in?

Cop1: Let's try to bring him back to the station. We'll call in on the way.

In silent agreement, the two cops put on their professional faces as they drive around and behind the boy.

Meanwhile, you're sitting on Little Bear, chilling like a motherfucker in casual clothes, while you're parked on a side lane with scroll in hand. You flip through your music list as you think about what to get for lunch.

-In Haven I'll Be In Good Company

-It's The End Of Remnant As We Know It

-Black Faunas

-Gods Are Gonna Get Sick Of Me

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-Schneenagers

Knowing that shuffle is too risky given your little pet project, you pick Let The Bad Times Scroll and prepare to put in your earbuds. When suddenly--

*WHOOPWHOOP*

Jumping in your bike a little, you turn around to the sudden noise from behind and see the last thing any self respecting gangster wants to see. Pig shaped tax dollars. Two cops soon step out of the car, one looks like he inhales cows just to survive, and the other looks like a D rated pornstar. You just continue to eyeball the two, ready to bail at a moment's notice.

Cop1: You know it ain't safe to ride without a helmet. Are you (y/n) Goodwitch?

(Y/n): Aye?

You haphazardly lean on the dashboard, secretly placing your hand close to the throttle handle just in case.

Cop2: Sweet ride. You customize it yourself?

(Y/n): No, it's not for sale. If this is about me not wearing a helmet, I was just going down a block or two to test the suspensions.

Lying like a pro, it didn't seem to matter as they press on. Both of them walking up a few feet to your side.

Cop2: No need to worry, son. We just want to have a word.

Cop1: You know, there are some people wondering where you ran off to. Your mother is really worried.

(Y/n): Well tell her I'm doing just fine and going on a titty bar crawl across the city or whatever, I'm kinda busy with some things. Good day, officers.

You turn to face forward, preparing to start up the bike and leave. Unfortunately, pornstache steps forward and places a tight grip on your arm.

Cop1: Listen, kid, don't make this hard for yourself, and just come with us to the station.

You simply turn your gaze down to the hand on your arm, grip still tight. Glancing up, you stare the cop in the eye as you let out an annoyed exhale through your nostrils.

[Location: VPD Station]

Chief Afføring continues working behind his desk, practically a second home to him at this point, and types away on his computer as he looks through reports. Purse snatching, destruction of property, grand theft, murder. Just another unfortunate day in this lovely city. Scratching his grayish mustache, he files away another report as he glances at a radio he keeps on his desk. A little device he uses to keep track of current call outs from operators.

Radio: "390D outside bar of 50th and Metro St." "505A, in pursuit." "314 at the old war memorial."

Nothing too concerning for him to focus on, Afføring continues his work as he just uses the radio as white noise. That calming work is soon interrupted with this next call out.

Radio: "10-999 at Muave Avenue. Available units, respond immediately."

The police chief snaps his head to the radio, a code 10-999 meaning that officers are down on duty. He turns back to his computer and pounds in a few keys. The screen quickly shifts to a list of all on duty units and patrols in the city. Pulling up a map programed with the list, he searches for Muave Avenue and the unit with a routine route to it. Finding it, he connects to the patrol car's on board camera to see what's happening right away.

Only a shot of a street road with several people surrounding whatever is lying in front of the patrol car, just out of shot of the camera. Several of them are on scrolls making calls. Not long after, two police cars and an ambulance arrive on scene.

Punching a few more keys in, he rewinds the footage to see what the hell happened.

[Location: Beacon Academy]

Within the mess hall of the school, team RWBY and JNPR dine on their lunch among many other students. All the while, Yang is on her scroll, looking done with life. Ruby sees the state of her sister's attitude, and decides to start a conversation.

Ruby: Sooooo, Yaaang. How's it going with that rental scoo--

Yang: I don't want to talk about it.

Ruby: Understandable--Jaune! What's new with you?

The holly jolly red themed female turns to the generic blond boy, who seems to be infatuated with the spork in his hand.

Jaune: I wonder if they ever made a reverse spork before?

Ren: They do, they call it useless.

Weiss: How am I friends with any of you?

As most of the more talkative members around the table discuss normal teen things like the intricacies of equal rights and who would win in a battle to the death, Yang just continues to fiddle with her scroll before checking out HueTube. With some scrolling on her aptly named device, she comes across a thumbnail that catches her attention. In it is what looks like a top view of a biker on a road, both figure and vehicle outlined in glowing red as everything else is given a blue filter. The title of the video reading "Biker lays out 2 cops in 7.3 seconds 😱🤕💀". Seeing as the video is around half a minute long, that's probably unlikely.

For Yang, however, what's important to her is that not only does the biker look familiar, but the motorcycle he's on....

Yang: Holy crap, what the hell did he do to my BIKE!?

In both shock and blinding rage, the hot headed fister blurts out without care for strange stares from other students. The one's in the same table with her look at her mostly surprised from the sudden outburst.

Jaune: What?! What about your bike?

Yang expands her scroll to show everyone as her lilac eyes go literally red from anger.

Yang: That piece of shit painted on my Bumblebee! I recognize the chassis anywhere.

Everyone, surprised mostly to hear about (y/n) again, are somewhat shocked to see what he has done to Yang's prized motorcycle.

Nora: Oh, that actually looks pretty c--

Yang: Finish that sentence, Valkyrie, I dare you.

Ruby:... What's that about the police?

With concern, the youngest Huntress-in-training reaches over and taps on the video, causing it to play.

The video immediately starts with a story high view of a street with (y/n) in the center of the screen, no sound what so ever, messing around on a scroll. Not long after, a police car drives up behind him and seems to get his attention somehow. Two officers soon step out and approach him, appearing to have a conversation. A few seconds later, the teen looks like he is about to drive off, before being grabbed by the arm by one of the cops.

This results in the boy quickly grabbing the cop's arm, pulling him in, and sucker punching him in the throat. This results in the officer to keel over in a coughing fit. The second cop, now in fight mode, immediately goes for the taser gun on his belt. (Y/n) sees this and swiftly grabs the nightstick from the coughing cop. Moving fast, he swings at the second officer and smashes the taser out of his hands. Not letting up, the teen starts bashing the baton into the law enforcer's head. The first strike causes the cop to stumble back. The second knocks him down. The third to seventh hits were just for fun.

The first officer starts to get back to his feet, struggling to grab something from his belt. Without looking back, (y/n) takes a break from beating the second cop and spins around to slam the baton into the officer's face in full force. He immediately crumbles back to the ground motionless, a gun falling out of his hand as he begins to bleed from both mouth and nose. Seeing that both cops won't be getting up anytime soon, the teen simply drops the baton and walks back to the bike. Stepping on one of the unconscious officers in the process.

The video ends with (y/n) driving off screen, leaving everyone watching in shock from what they've just seen. Weiss and Pyrrha have their mouth's covered, while the rest are just wide eyed in horror.

Safe to say, the entire table has lost their appetite.

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