Ruby: *gag* We're back!

The red hood wearing rider holds her iconic style over her mouth and nose as she speaks. In fact, everyone is in some way or another covering their face orifices as they make various faces and sounds of disgust. The sole exception being Nora Valkyrie, sporting a genuine look of shame.

Nora: Sorry. I knew I should've eased up on the butter.

The red hooded girl pinches her nose and hopes she can't taste air.

Ruby: Let's just get to the story.

*CLICK*

Chapter 7: The game changer

Holy shit, this is boring and asinine.

Inside Junior's Club, you stand by the bar in your complimentary gang uniform. All black everything suit with a red tie, red tinted glasses, and black hat. All while leaning against the bar counter with a bottle of cider in hand.

And you are bored out of your gourd.

Jaune: Oh God, I can taste it in the air!

Tilting your head to the side, you spot the bouncer sisters of the club, the Malachite twins, Melanie and Milan-- Matil-- Malt-- Milk--.... Mel and Mil heading your way. The first, wearing a white dress, leans on the counter next to you, a less intense bored expression on her blue eye shadow face. While the second, in red, sits on a stool next to her as she sips on what appears to be a cran citrus mocktini with a lemon wedge.

My God, you're so bored, you're naming off every drink you spot. Quick, engage in conversation!

Blake: *cough* Is it getting worse!?

Taking your leave, you walk across the building and arrive to the backrooms with a dozen other goons. From the look of things, they're all congregating to a billboard occupied by Junior. After some side stepping and elbowing your way through, you come across Pen and start a little conversation.

Yang: *gag* Yeah, no! I can't continue like this!

Ruby: Same! We're gonna take a quick break to deal with the smell.

Weiss: Ruby, stop talking to the dAMN WALL--

(10 minutes later)

Over in the corner, where an unholy act had taken place not long ago, a couch cushion sits on top of a small puddle with a now empty perfume bottle next to it. The glorified butt pillow now sits soaked in two types of liquids fighting for pheromonal dominance.

Jaune: Right! So, it now smells like a bottle of febreze was dumped in a clogged toilet, but, better than before, at least.

As everyone now tries to get used to the new combination of smell, they return to their seats as they try not to breathe in too deeply. In the meantime, Yang awkwardly takes her place on the couch with the missing cushion.

Ruby: Ahem. Okay, back to the reading.

The fucked up moon hangs high and bright in the night sky as several Xiong vehicles drive towards the city docks. Taking backroads and less populated streets to remain unnoticed. Among one of the cars, you sit in the back with a fellow goon as you look out the window with a bored expression. Even the idea of stealing the Dust feels boring. Go in, pick up, get out. Not like with the gas station, where some violence was used. That was fun.... This might have awoken something in you that society might not appreciate later on.

Pyrrha: I don't appreciate it now.

Weiss: Hearing about Dust being stolen is triggering a lot of repressed memories.... Father was a very heavy drinker.

Ruby: Dark implications are dark.

Two other goons and yourself approach a wooden crate, everyone but you with crowbars at the ready. They easily pry the top off, leaving you to quickly shove it. Revealing to you...... actual toilet paper.

(Y/n): The fuck?

Confused, you start to grab the toilet paper and toss it out. Maybe the Dust is hidden underneath. The other two catch on and help you out. Several roles of butt napkins later, and you all arrive at the wooden bottom of the crate. Not a hint of Dust to be found. Now annoyed, you throw your hands up in frustration as you walk away. From the sound of the other goons around the warehouse, you're not the only one at a loss.

Nora: I'm calling toilet paper that from now on.

Jaune: Wait, where's the Dust?

And that's all it took.

Pain immediately shoots throughout your abdomen as you are shot in the stomach. More pain follows as you take another in the thigh. This causes you to topple over as you stain the concrete floor with your blood.

Ruby: Oh shoot! Surprise attack!

While you writhe in pain, your eyes soon adjust to the light, giving you the chance to bare witness to an absolute slaughter. What was about twenty Xiong members is brought down to zero in just a few seconds. The whole scene orchestrated by people in white vests, black hoodies, and VERY familiar masks. Reminding you of the three dudes in the alley when you first met Pen. What were they called? Something about a pale tooth?

Yang: Dang. I would say I feel bad for them.... But, I don't wanna.

Nora: Freaken pale tooth! Ahah!

Blake: *triggered ×2*

WhiteFang1: Haha! They actually bought Tuscany's bogus info!

Weiss: Oh, so it was a setup.

???: No! That one's mine.

Another one of the fursonas comes walking up like they have a pair that clank. The closer they get, the more they look familiar.... Like a week ago familiar. As you cough up blood, it dawns on you who it is. That rabbit guy from the alley!

Blake: Well, karma is a bee.

Yang: Atch.

Nora: You beat me to it!

Not a word. I guess if your enemy was bleeding to death, you wouldn't care what they said either. Meanwhile, Rabbit reaches behind his back and pulls out a gun. Looks like this is happening. He wastes no time in cocking it and aiming at your head.

Rabbit: Human trash.

(Y/n): FUCK YOOOOOOOOoooorrr...

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Melanie: Five years ago.

Jaune: Wait, what?

Yang: Hold up.

You leave your unfinished cider on the counter and just walk over to the group. The next few minutes later can only be described as the scariest sense of déjà vu, because you have literally been through all of this hours ago... At least what YOU perceive to be hours ago.

Ruby: What the what just happened?!

Pyrrha: Did he... go back in time?

Ren:..... Oh, that is not good.

As you try not to have a panic attack from this bizarre fuckery, you suddenly have a thought as the crowd disperses.

Junior: 'One of my contacts at the docks caught wind of a Dust shipment just sitting in a warehouse, disguised as a shipment of toilet paper.'

WhiteFang1: 'They actually bought Tuscany's bogus info!'

(Y/n):....... Huh.

Ruby: Huh.

Jaune: Huh.

Nora: Huh.

Yang: My butt is getting numb without the couch cushion.

(Y/n): I just have a few questions about this operation. Who did you get this Dust lead from again?

Junior: Eh, just a faunus that owes me, after his dad couldn't pay his tab, named Tuscany.

(Y/n): The hell's a faun--Never mind. And, you said he worked at the docks?

Ruby: Oh, that poor guy is toast.

Weiss: Did he actually not know what faunus are called?

Yang: Amnesia is a hell of a drug.

The faunus looks at the stranger with a cautious eye. Not entirely trusting humans nowadays. However, the look of worry on the boy's face makes him somewhat curious to what he has to say.

(Y/n): I'm trying to look for Tuscany. Something happened to his father.

The mention of his father leaves Tuscany in a worried state. Now sporting a concerned expression.

Jaune: As one of the few people here with a healthy relationship with their father, I feel like I'd fall for this, too.

Ruby/Yang: Yup.

Blake: Same.

Pyrrha: Agreed.

Weiss: I'd be more curious than concerned.

Nora: I never knew my dad.

Ren: *desperately trying not to cry*

(Y/n): You're Tuscany? Ok, good.

The teen's eyes suddenly turn from concern to malice as he swiftly pulls out a gun and pushes the barrel into Tuscany's stomach.

(Y/n): You mind if I have a word with you?

Yang: Well, that went from 0 to holy crap real fast.

Ruby: Soooo.... We all agree that his semblance is rewinding time, right?

Jaune: Oh yeah.

Pyrrha: And given that he has it.... The possibilities scare me.

Blake: I'm not going to like what happens in the next chapter, am I?

Ruby: Let's find out!

*CLICK*

Chapter 8: Good ol' switcheroo

As the sun sets, life in Junior's Club begins to die down as it nears closing. Normally, it would be open for several more hours through the night, but not tonight. For tonight, the Xiong Family have something special planned. That being thievery, of course.

Blake: That title concerns me.

Yang: The smell of the butter pee getting stronger again concerns me.

Weiss: I don't have any more perfumes.

(Y/n) proceeds to push and lightly pistol whip Tuscany over to the bar, all while the faunus has his hands up. As they get closer, the shocked club owner spots that the crow boy has been roughed up before even entering the building. Wanting an explanation, Junior gets up and walks over to the two.

Junior: (y/n), what the hell?!

(Y/n): Ah, hey boss! Just the guy I wanted to see. As for the hell, I just wanted to get to know your "contact" a little better and I learned something that you might want to hear. Go ahead, Tuscany, tell him.

Nora: He can probably get him talking by breaking his legs.

Ren: Nora, please--Where did you get that soda?

That sudden detail catches everyone's attention, snapping their gazes from the screen and to the already energetic girl as she opens the can.

Nora: Don't worry about. *glug glug glug*

The rest of the teams continue to stare at her in confusion, with some of them already getting tired of this running joke, while others are getting thirsty themselves.

(Y/n): Tell him, or I'm paying your dad a visit!

Tuscany: I-I-It's a trap! You're heading into a trap!

Ruby: Dang. He really tried to sell them out to the White Fang.

Weiss: I suppose that is expected with most faunus that work in labor.

Blake: Weiss, we're not doing this again.

Yang: I've only known the Xiongs for a short while, but they're definitely the kind of people to hold a debt, like a tab, over people's heads. So it kinda makes sense why Tuscany did what he did.

Keeping his gun trained on Tuscany's head, (y/n) stands back up and looks to Junior. Practically asking permission with his eyes. The gang leader just stares down at the feathered faunus on the ground, his face almost expressionless for the time being.... Until it turned to that of rage as he lifts up a foot and brings it down on his former contact's head, stomping his face into the floor. Then again. And again. And again until the faunus' face, his shoe, and the floor surrounding the boy's head are coated in blood.

Jaune: Holy crap!

Yang: That... is probably the most violent I've seen Junior be.

Nora: Not a leg, but *slurp* close enough.

Blake: He just killed someone's son!

Junior: Goddamn White Fang. If they already got the Dust, we don't stand a chance to defend ourselves. Think, Hei, think!

(Y/n): Excuse me, boss, but if I may make a suggestion.

Junior turns his head towards (y/n) as he approaches, a questionable eyebrow raised on his face.

Ruby: Well, I guess this is where the switcheroo comes in.

Yang: I wonder how this will go down?

Well, Rabbit hopes that after this trap is well and done, he will get the chance to hunt that bastard down and avenge his friends. He still has a good memory of his face, so it shouldn't be that hard--

His thoughts are interrupted as the sound of a bullhead engine roars through the night air. Not long after the confusion starts, police sirens soon follow. As fellow White Fang members begin to panic from the popo suddenly arriving, spot lights soon flood through the windows, illuminating most of the interiors.

Officer: [THIS IS THE VPD. WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED. LAY DOWN YOUR FIREARMS AND EXIT THE BUILDING.]

Yang: Okay, calling the cops on them was definitely not what I expected.

Pyrrha: Same. I honestly thought something horrible was going to happen.

Amongst the sirens and vehicle engines, a single gunshot rings out, followed by several authoritative screams from outside. Ranging from "shots fired" and "officer down".

Pyrrha: Never mind...

In an instant, the still air of the warehouse that was once filled with silent tension, was now filled with bullets as the police opened fire. Their firearms tearing through the thin metal walls. Several White Fang soon either took cover or dropped after getting shot. Rabbit, now fearful for his life, rushes to a toilet paper crate for safety. This proves pointless, as a few stray shots manage to nail him in the back.

Weiss: Welp, this is graphic.

Nora: I know. I don't think I can be able to finish the rest of this soda because of this...... *sip*

Outside of the riddled warehouse, just behind the large unit of police officers still shooting at the building, sits another warehouse. Barely peeking out of one of the windows stands none other than you. A big shit eating grin on your face and a smoking gun in your hand. As you enjoy the show, you spot the officer you managed to hit. Dead on the ground with a bullet through the head.

Weiss: Oh, that is sadistically clever.

Ren: How did the police not see the shot coming from behind?

Blake: Because they're racist?

Yang: Probably because they were too focused on the White Fang to think there might be other people in the building behind them.

Blake: How is that different from what I said?

You spot a fully loaded truck close by about ready to drive off and rush over to it, waving your arms to get the driver's attention. They stop, allowing you to hop into the passenger seat, and soon drive off into the night. As you are driven out of the docks through a side entrance, quickly merging with a convoy of similar trucks, you hear the distant gunfire begin to die down. While you hope the others will get the rest of the Dust out on time, you simply let out a laugh.

Ruby: So not only did they get revenge, they also stole the Dust in the end. I'd say a job well done, if not for all the dead people.

Blake:...

Yang: I'm just curious--

Nora: *BELCH* Excuse me.

Yang:... I'm just curious about how a semblance like rewinding time will be used in the story.

Jaune:..... I just had a depressing thought.

Pyrrha: What is it?

Jaune: So, did the main character's semblance come before or after the hanging?

Ruby: IIIII... don't know.

Jaune: If it came before, then that means the suicide note in the beginning meant, even with his semblance, he failed more times trying to please people.

The room goes silent as everyone thinks over what Jaune said.

Yang:....... Oh, now I actually feel bad.

Ruby: Yeah, let's... let's just finish up with chapter nine for today.

*CLICK*

Chapter 9: Pit stop

Today is a good day for Junior. After the success of his crew swiping those crates of Dust, he now has more than he knows what to do with. Unfortunately, the phrase too much of a good thing is a bitch, so now he needs to figure out how to get rid of most of it before the authorities decide to look his way. Thankfully, he still has some contacts willing to do business with the Xiong's.

Nora: I remember when I had too much of a good thing.... That's why I switched to pancakes.

Ruby: Yeah, not opening that can of worms.

Junior: Ok. Thirty five crates in total, sell five to that merc group in Vacuo, ten back to the Schnee company, sell fifteen later, and keep five for reserves...

Everyone soon turn their attention to the whitest girl in the room.

Weiss: No comment.

Junior: That (y/n) kid needs to get a scroll soon.

Putting in the last digit, he brings the scroll back up to his ear. It barely makes it to two rings before being answered.

Pen: Yeah, boss?

Junior: Say, you know where (y/n) is? I got a job for him and a few other goons.

Pen: I think he mentioned something about putting his new bonus to good use.

Nora: I wonder what he's spending it on?

[Location: Vale auto body shop]

Yang:...

After an hour or so of waiting, you're called from the shop lounge room to the garage by a mechanic. With a little energy in your step, you happily follow the grease monkey through the door and into a room full of vehicles, tools, paint, and other wrench jockeys hard at work. A little ways away, you soon spot what you came here for...

Yang:!!!

And your pants get a little tight from what you see.

Yang:???

Sitting before you on a stained white tarp is the motorcycle you stole once upon a time. What was once a yellow and orange bike is now black and red. Black in the back fading to red near the front, ending on a crimson tinted window. On the back panel, just above the wheel, is the bike's new name written in red. Little Bear... At least you hope it's what it says. It's in that Mistral chicken scratch language you don't understand, so it could say marmalade pigeon shit for all you know. None the less, it looks cool.

Yang: Alright! I'm gonna go bash my head into a wall, be right back.

Weiss: Do it on the door, see if it will break.

Mechanic: Aside the new paint job, we added a new exhaust to help keep her quiet without lowering performance, replaced the suspensions so she rides better on rougher terrain, replaced the dashboard with something shinier, and I don't know who owned this ride before, but the poor thing's breaks and lubricant were in need of replacing.

Yang: I *slam* AM *slam* A *slam* RESPONSIBLE *slam* BIKE OWNER! *SLAM*

The blonde fister proceeds to bash her head into the door leading out of the basement, trying to temper her rage over what is probably a work of fiction. While most are concerned with the over reaction, the only one interested in any structural damage is Weiss.

Today has been an okay day for Johnny the gas station employee. Ever since he got violently robbed, he was given a reprimand from the manager for allowing it to happen. Slightly annoyed, but happy his pay wasn't deducted like last time. Probably because his stitches from the robbery reminded his boss that lawsuits still exist. Otherwise, things have finally settled down for the poor boy.

Jaune: Oh no, not Johnny!

Ruby: He's just a boy!

He tries starting up a conversation involving rewards cards, but you just shrug him off as you spot the rack of sunglasses close by. While the red shades you have are pretty good, having a different pair for off duty purposes couldn't hurt. You grab a pair of blue aviators and replace your current ones with them. Using the mirror on the rack, you check yourself out and contemplate on either these or the black sports sunglasses that were next to them.

Nora: He could easily join the cool sunglasses club with Yang and Coco. Right, Yang?

Yang: *SLAM*

Nora: Good argument!

Snapping your head around, you spot what appears to be two faunus folk gathered around your motorcycle. One of them is kneeling down near the back and seems to be scribbling something with a kni--

(Y/n): Oh FUCK no!

Ruby: Uh oh.

Spotting the runner now ten feet away trying to run, you toss the bottle with all your might at him. The bottle flies true and actually manages to bash into the back of the bastard's head. Knocking him over as booze and glass now cover his person. As he lies on the concrete floor, you quickly turn to your poor baby to assess the damage. On the back panel, the faunus had carved in 'White Fa' over the Little Bear name..... Safe to say, you are not happy.

Ruby: As someone related to someone who treats her motorcycle like their first born.... This isn't going to be pretty.

Weiss: Why would it be now?

After a few good stomps, you stop and look down at the bastard. His face is now more bloodied, with the added addition of being discolored and heavily disfigured. Not caring if he's dead or not, you turn your attention to the other furry fuck, slowly trying to crawl away.

Ren:..... He grabbed matches earlier.

Jaune: Oh... Oh!

In mere seconds, fire immediately dances onto any part covered in alcohol and slowly spreads to other parts not. All the while the faunus starts rolling around and screaming bloody murder as you just walk back to your motorcycle. Giving the damage to Little Bear one more look, you simply let out an annoyed sigh as you hop back on it.

(Y/n): And we're going back!

Starting up the bike, you drive out of the gas station lot and back onto the street. Leaving behind a burning body, a bloodied corpse, and a very horrified Johnny who just saw all of this. Not only for witnessing possibly two murders, but the fact that he just let the gas station get robbed again.

Ruby: Poor Johnny.

Blake: Poor Joh--What about the two faunus!?

Weiss: They were White Fang, so chances are they would have committed worse in the name of equality.

As all the seated teens discuss either the story or racial tensions, Yang continues to punch the door with her forehead. So far, she's had a good rhythm going with this one song in her head. But now, she's getting a little light headed. To remedy this, she figures one good hit will make her feel better from the silly words she read earlier. Winding her head back as far as she can, Yang flings her cranium forward and bashes her face against the closed door. The sound that came from the impact echoes off the walls and catches everyone's attention.

The end result was equal to that of using your phone while pumping gas... A very big mistake. Instead of feeling better, Yang begins to feel dizzy as her head throbs with a dull pain. Soon after, she falls over to the side and hurtles towards the concrete ground. Thankfully, she suffers no more head injuries as she is given a soft landing. Unfortunately, her fall was broken by the peefume couch cushion.

Shocked by the whole scene, everyone rushes over to make sure Yang isn't dead. All except Weiss, who makes a beeline for the door and inspects it.

Weiss:....... Oh my God. Not even a scratch.

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Ruby: What the heck is that door made of?!

A/n: Fiberglass and plot armor.