I have met individuals like this in the past. Before, they have these established caricatures that distinguishes themselves from others. Later, they are so fundamentally different, that the only similarities to their previous selves is the very skin they're still in. What shames me most of all to this day, is that even I mistook it for amnesia the first few times.

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Glynda: You put a warrant out for my son's arrest?!

Within Headmaster Ozpin's office, the man himself and his assistant stare at the computer screen showing the face of Svin Afføring. The first looking surprised from the sudden news, the second looks like she's about to pop a blood vessel, while the third shows no expression, on account of being a still image. His voice, however, reveals a very angry yet serious tone.

Svin: [And what the hell did you expect, Ms. Goodwitch? Your son has hospitalized two of my officers yesterday! One is in surgery, and the other is still comatose. And given the severity to their head trauma, they can never go back to normal lives!]

As Glynda looks like she's about to attempt to strangle the Police Chief through the computer, Ozpin tries to mitigate the situation.

Ozpin: Please, everyone--

Svin: [Listen, Professor Ozpin, you may try to apprehend the boy and do with him as you wish. Fine. But if I catch him, he will face the law like any other criminal. End of discussion.]

Before anyone could say another word, Chief Afføring ends the call, leaving the two academy staff members in silence. Glynda lets out an irritated grunt as she paces the office back and forth.

Ozpin: We will find (y/n), Glynda. I promise.

Glynda: I know, it's just... I could have prevented this.

Ozpin: You couldn't have known what he was going through.

Glynda: I'm his mother! I should've known something was wrong. I even teach half his classes, for Monty's sake, and yet all I have done was just lecture and disciplined him like some rowdy teen! And now...

Resisting the urge to let out a tear, Gynda decides to do the adult thing in this situation.

Glynda: I have to go. I need to grade papers.

Knowing that trying to counsel her would be fruitless, Ozpin remains silent and lets Glynda leave his office. As the elevator doors close behind the telekinetic Huntress, beginning her descent from the Headmaster's office, she leans against a wall. Removing her glasses, she rubs her tired eyes before staring up at the ceiling of the elevator.

Not a single hint of (y/n)'s whereabouts, and it seems every time they gain news of him, it's because of something nefarious. And now with this police assault, Glynda is quickly losing her chance to try and find her son. If the law finds him first, even she can't do anything about it. If it weren't for her duties as a teacher in this damn school, she would be out looking for him.

A million thoughts rush through her head on what has happened, what could have happened to prevent it, and what she hopes doesn't happen... As easy as it would be to wallow in her self pity, she still has duties to uphold as a teacher in Beacon. Tasking students with homework for the upcoming weekend, grading others, and disciplining the troublemakers. Speaking of which, her thoughts wander to one of the many reasons of (y/n)'s possible mental decline.

A scowl slowly crawls across her face as she remembers some of the notes from (y/n)'s journal that mentioned his "team"... Long story short; While she regrettably can't have the rest of team PNKY expelled, she is still within her right to legally make them regret tormenting her son for so long.

Speaking of which.

[Location: Dining Hall]

Kiwi: This. Is. Bullshit.

The first three letters of team PNKY busy themselves with cleaning the now dubbed mess hall after yet another food fight broke out earlier. Normally, such a task would be handled by a group of ten. Specifically the ones who partook in the fight. This time, however, is no longer the case. Because it is now one of many punishments short of expulsion for Patina, Naple, and Kiwi. After the discovery that they are some of many that have bullied (y/n) so severely.

As the team leader, Patina, tries to scrape off what she hopes is macaroni off a wall, she is forced to overhear her teammates bitch and moan. Kiwi scrubbing grease off a table, while the now soreless balled Naple mops up milk.

Naple: Quit yer whinin' and scrub harder. We still need t' figure out howta git that sword fish from the ceilin'--

Kiwi: Oh, shut your inbred ass up! The only reason we're here is because you decided to leave that gay ass note in (y/n)'s book instead of tossing it in the fountain like I told you to.

Naple: AH THOUGHT IT BE FUNNY!

Kiwi: Yeah, I'm really laughing my ass off over here.

Naple: Fuck off, cunt.

Kiwi: OH! You wanna go, farmboy?!

The punk girl tosses the dirty rag on the table as she stands to stare down Naple, while the boy in question lifts up the mop like a staff, both ready to throw down. Until--

Patina: Will you both SHUT THE HELL UP!!!

The more silent of the three finally speaks up to de-escalate the tension to a less violent state. The usually petite voice rings across the air in a harsh tone, like a mother saying your full name from the otherside of the house. This manages to halt the two members who immediately look to her in surprise. As they both quiet down, they're leader takes in a deep breath before speaking.

Patina: If you two want to throw an absolute hissy fit over anything, just remember who's not here. While we're here busting our asses off for (y/n)'s little tantrum, he's off doing fuck knows what scott free! Worst of all, now everyone is avoiding us, not because we're responsible, but simply because of association with him. So if you neanderthals are done bickering, let's just get this mess cleaned up so we can leave.

Not waiting for a response, she turns back around to continue scraping food off the wall. After a moment of silence, Kiwi and Naple look back to each other, and return to their own cleaning as well. As he dunks the mop into the bucket of water, the hillbilly gives it a few turns in the soapy liquid before stopping to stare off in the distance.

Naple:.... That lil bastard ain't gettin' away with this. Ya know that?

The two females look back to the last remaining boy of the group with questioning looks.

Naple: We tried gettin' along with 'im, but he was just so fuckin' annoying. He was lucky 'nough we even allowed to acknowledge 'im as part o' the team. Suddenly he grows a pair outa nowhere, an' he thinks he's better than us? Fuck that!

Kiwi: Believe me, if I get the chance, I'm gonna break his fucking arm and then some.

Patina: Oh, we'll remind him of his place when we can, trust me. Until then...

The most feminine of the group turns around and looks towards the ceiling high above.

Patina: How are we gonna get that sword fish down?

[Location: Streets of Vale]

Ah, what a beautiful afternoon it is in the city. The pigeons are shitting, the cars are angrily honking, and a faunus is convulsing on the sidewalk while covering his ears. While bystanders look on in shock, wondering if they can help, you walk on from across the street with your scroll in hand and a mysterious bag in another. A wicked grin curls on your lips as a faint ringing sound emanates from your device. Deciding that the antelope faunus has had enough, you deactivate your scroll and quickly take your leave at a street corner.

Ever since you discovered what a dog whistle can do to faunus, you've been experimenting with sounds to see if you can make it worse. So far, most experiments have been the same, but a few samples have yielded some very interesting results. Other than causing pain in the ears, one sound file resulted in actual seizures, another caused bleeding of the ears, and another experiment caused some heightened aggression. That last one has interested you the most.

*ring-ring*

Your train of thought snaps back to your scroll as it continues to ring in your hand. Seeing that it's Pen, you soon answer.

(Y/n): Yep?

Pen: Hey, I put in the word to Junior that you'll be out for the next two days. He says it's fine, but to give him a three week heads up next time.

(Y/n): Sweet. And you're still stuck on DJ duty?

Pen: Yep. After that whole thing with the blonde chick--

(Y/n): Which I am now hearing about, thanks.

Pen: He threatened to leave if he didn't get at least three days a week off.

(Y/n): Hmm.

Pen: On a side note, you never told me what you planned to do with the two days off. Is something up?

(Y/n): Long story short; I caught wind of there being a White Fang rally coming up, and...

You look down to the bag you are holding as a small chuckle escapes your lips.

(Y/n): Let's just say I'm pushing my little science project ahead of schedule.

Pen: Morbid. Well, try not to get yourself killed. I gotta go gas the bear head with febreze for tonight. Have fun.

(Y/n): Plan on it.

Pen: Oh, and be careful on the streets. There's talk of some new Atlesian robots helping the police now.

(Y/n): Great. As if being wanted wasn't hard enough.

Pen: I still don't know how you haven't been caught yet.

(Y/n): Well, that's a little trade secret. Anyway, bye.

Hanging up, you open a map on the scroll to locate an "abandoned" storage facility somewhere in the city. This little bit of information was not easy to get, but you're 70% certain that lioness faunus was telling the truth. If not, you still know where her parents live... After setting the coordinates, you set off to find this rally point, taking the back allies to avoid any cops roaming about.

After a hot minute of walking, and several turns in the allies, you finally arrive to the building. Giving the place a look over, you manage to find a window you can reach. Once you shimmy your way up, over, and in, you stand on a catwalk circling around the walls. With what light that shines from the windows and skylights, you look around the large room to find any good hiding spots. As you do so, you reach into the bag and pull out what appears to be a small speaker. One of many that you've acquired for your little experiment.

Dark corners, scaffolding, on top of shipping containers, under catwalks, anywhere you believe would be hard to find them. As you go about placing the speakers, wondering why the hell nobody was guarding this place, you suddenly notice something out of place. You spot a sizable stage with a big ass black curtain draped in the middle, the White Fang logo splayed proudly on it. This alone was a guarantee this place was a WF hot spot.

(Y/n):....... Now what's behind curtain number one?

[Several hours later]

As the sun sets and stars slowly begin to shine, two faunus make their way down an alley. One of them, a cat faunus, spots three drawn in claw marks that lead to what appears to be other faunus entering a large building. Sneaking a peak around a corner, the cat faunus spots two horned variants of her kind be greeted by a door man.

Pulling her head back, the black haired girl turns to her blond comrade close by.

Blake: This is it.

Sun: You sure?

The two had taken part in searching the city for the White Fang for several hours along with the rest of their friends. And after such arduous efforts, Blake simply glares at the monkey faunus for questioning her knowledge on the organization she was once a part of.

Sun: You know, I'm just gonna take your word for it.

After removing her bow that hid her feline ears, the two soon enter the building without trouble. Once inside, the duo find themselves inside a hall. At the far end, they spot the same faunus' from outside with a White Fang member informing them to stay to the right with the others. Once they leave, Sun looks at the mask he was handed then back to Blake.

Sun: I don't get it. If you believe what you're doing is right, why hide who you are?

Blake: The masks are a symbol. Humanity wanted to make monsters out of us, so we chose to dawn the faces of monsters.

Sun: Grimm masks? That's... kinda dark.

With a somber expression, Blake takes her masks and places it on her face.

Blake: So is the guy who started it.

Sun: Always sunshine and rainbows with you.

Now with both dawning their masks, Blake and Sun make their way down the hall and enter a large auditorium like room with many others. To the left and middle, several dozen White Fang members in uniform stand at attention. To the right, several regular faunus in everyday clothes wait anxiously to be recruited. The two undercover faunus take their place there.

In front of them all, walking back and forth on top of a small stadium, is a large muscular faunus with a full face mask. Once he believes everyone is accounted for, he soon speaks up in a booming voice.

Lieutenant: Thank you all for coming. For those of you who are joining us for the first time tonight, allow me to introduce a very special comrade of ours.

Revealing himself from behind the large curtain on the stage, a ginger of a man takes the metaphorical spotlight with his bowler hat and walking cane, which he seems to simply swing around in amusement. Not far behind is a young woman with an interest in ice cream color schemes. This duo being none other then the infamous criminals, Roman Torchwick and Neopolitan.

Lieutenant: I can assure you, he is the key to obtaining what we fought for for so long!

With an amused smile and a wave, Roman makes his way to the center of the stage as the crowd is in an uproar of anger and confusion from the sight of a human amongst them.

Roman: Thank you, thank you! Please, hold your applause!

Faunus#1: What's a human doing here?

Roman: I'm glad you asked, dearie! Now, I'll be the first to admit.

As the criminal mastermind continues to speak, sitting just over the edge of a skylight high above, is you having a nice read.

Just after you had set up the speakers a few hours ago, you had taken a peak behind the big ass curtain and almost had to change your underwear from excitement. In short, you had found your new toy to play with. A towering motherfucking MECH! After a bit of poking around, and almost getting your arm stuck in one of the legs, you managed to pry open the cockpit and find something just as beautiful as the gaint robot. Sitting on the seat was a book, a manual to be precise, with a title that simply read "Atlesian Paladins for Dummies". Admiring how the universe was playing favorites for you, you swiped the manual and scampered to the rooftop like a giddy school girl.

Thus leading to now, several hours later and several pages in, with enough knowledge to get that beautiful metal beast moving to wherever you want. You know, after your finished with your experiment.

Speaking of which, you believe now is a good a time as any, as you start to here the faunus down below cheering for whatever reason. Storing the manual in your black Xiong jacket, you pull out your scroll and search through your music folder. You really should've put your projects in a separate category.

Back down amongst the crowd, Blake and Sun stand worried as the recruits they're hiding within begin to walk forward after being told to.

Sun: What are we gonna do?

Blake: I'm thinking.

In hushed whispers, the two impostors try to think of an exit strategy. On the stage, Roman simply smiles from the cheers and praises he is receiving from the crowd. That attention hungry smile soon disappears as he suddenly spots the duo, recognizing them from a previous tussle at the docks before.

Sun: He sees us!

Searching all around, Blake soon spots a power box on a wall just ahead of her.

Blake: He can't see in the dark.

Back to you, you finally find the sound file you're looking for. Making sure the Bluetooth is connected, you just look back down as your finger hovers over the play button.

(Y/n): Let's get this party started!

With a press of a button, speakers hidden all over the building activate and let out a high pitched ringing that seems to slowly pulsate before picking up speed. At the same time, Blake pulls out her Gambol Shroud, shifts it to gun form, takes aim at the power box and..... does nothing. She simply stands there with weapon in hand without moving or making a sound. In fact, every faunus in the building soon go still and silent, leaving only the horrid ringing echoing off the walls.

Back on stage, Roman covers his ears in annoyance as Neo is looking around to try and find the source of that ringing.

Roman: Ow, my ears! Where the hell is that coming from--

*BANG*

Roman's attention soon snaps back to the crowd before him, specifically to his left where he had spotted those meddling brats just a second ago. He sees Blake with Gambol still in hand. Barrel smoking from a gun shot. Only this time, she was aiming to her right, where a young deer faunus in a bright blue shirt lies dead on the ground. Blood pours from the bullet hole in her temple that the cat faunus had effortlessly placed.

Moments later, all hell breaks loose.

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