Cinder drives up to a warehouse where Roman and her other cronies were working. She had Emerald patch up her shoulder.

Mercury: Did you figure out who our friend in the red suit is?

Cinder: Y/N L/N. It's funny. I actually almost missed the fucker.

Emerald: So what do we do?

Roman: I heard he used to have a girlfriend. A Coco Adel.

Cinder smiles darkly as the scene changes to you in the garbage truck.

Y/N: Ugh...

You feel the truck stop and hop out.

Y/N: Sorry for bleeding on all your garbage.

You grab a rag and wrap it around your nub.

Y/N: Some types of anger can't be managed. Like the kind where your year long plan ENDS WITH THE WRONG GUY GETTING DISMEMBERED!!! That said. Time to nurse my wounds. I share this apartment with someone you may know. Ruby and Yang's uncle Qrow. He's like the Robin to my Batman. Except he's an alcoholic.

You open the door to reveal Qrow, as always, getting drunk.

Y/N: I'm home.

Qrow: So how'd it go?

Y/N: I kinda need a hand.

Qrow: With what?

He turns to see your nub, which had already started to grow a new hand.

Qrow: Damn.

Y/N: Yeah. And once this hand plops through puberty, I'm gonna find that bitch Cinder have her fix my face, put a bullet in her skull and then fuck the brain hole as her bitch minions watch right before I kill them too.

Qrow: I don't ever wanna think of that again.

Meanwhile with Cinder. She, Emerald and Mercury went to Junior's club.

Cinder: Tell me. Do you know Y/N L/N?

Junior: Um. I don't know the name.

Emerald walks behind the counter and grabs a picture of you and Coco hugging.

Emerald: I've seen this girl.

Mercury grabs Junior by the collar of his shirt which causes Junior's employees to all point guns at the three villains.

Junior: Listen. If you wanna leave this club alive, then I suggest letting me go.

Cinder: Easy, Mercury. We've got what we came for.

After they leave, Junior calls you.

Junior: Y/N. We've got a fucking problem. And by we, I mean YOU.

You and Qrow walk through the halls of Beacon, you wearing a hoodie to hide your face.

Qrow: How do you know she's still here?

Y/N: Cause I'm constantly stalking her.

You eventually see her and Velvet.

Y/N: (in thought) 'It's like I'm seeing her all over again. Especially from this angle.'

Y/N: What the fuck do I say?

Qrow: What did you have in mind?

Y/N: Fuck me....

Qrow: May not wanna open with that.

You go to talk to her but chicken out and walk to the bathroom, meanwhile.

Fox: Coco. Someone's outside looking for you.

She goes outside to see who she thinks is Y/N but it is actually Mercury.

Cinder then knocks her out from behind, making Coco drop her bag/mini gun.

You run out to look for her only to find her bag.

Y/N: Mother.... FUCKER! Damn it! Shit Fuck!

Your scroll goes off.

Y/N: Find that! I'm gonna get angry.

Qrow grabs your scroll and checks it.

Qrow: It's Coco. No wait, it's Cinder. She wants you to meet her.

Y/N: What's that?

Qrow: That's the shit emoji.

Y/N: I need guns.

Qrow: How many?

Y/N: I NEED ALL THE GUNS!

You and Qrow fill a duffle bag with all the guns in the apartment.

Qrow: About 300 rounds.

Y/N: We all know what I can do with 12.

You then go to Ozpin's office to find Glynda and Ironwood.

Glynda: What?

Y/N: You know the bad guy, you let get away? He's got my girl. And you two are gonna help me get her back. And if you help. I'll consider, joining your little band.

Ironwood: It's not a band.

Y/N: Whatever.

You and the two eventually go to the location Cinder gave you.

Glynda: Where's your duffle bag?

Y/N: .... FUCK! Fine. Two swords. Maximum Effort.

Cinder: Y/N L/N! What's my name!

Y/N: I'mma bout to spell it out for ya.

While Ironwood and Glynda dealt with her minions, you went straight for Cinder.

Y/N: Bitch shoulda worn her brown pants.

Cinder: Hope you're ready to die.

Y/N: Let's dance. And by that I mean let's try to kill each other!

You and Cinder fight sword to sword and you throw one of your blades, cutting Coco's restraints on her arms. Cinder keeps attacking you until you knock the swords out of her hands and you drop your other sword.

Cinder: Fine. Fists.

Y/N: Oh sounds like your last Saturday night.

You two throw several punches and Cinder creates a dagger out of glass and she stabs it into the side of your head, then Coco stabs your sword through Cinder's stomach.

Just as Cinder was starting to recover, you pull the dagger out of your head and continue your fight. Soon, the area is destroyed.

You look at Coco.

Y/N: How cool was that?

You suddenly get tackled by Cinder and the two of you continue fighting until you break both of her arms.

Y/N: Now. We're gonna go fix this butter face.

Cinder: What? You really think there's a cure for that?

Y/N: You mean... After all this... You can't fix me?

Cinder: Sounds even more stupid when you say it.

Y/N: You mean the same kind of stupid who admits they can't do what I'm keeping her alive for?

You pull out a tiny gun and point it at her face.

Y/N: Any last words?

Cinder raises her head and the barrel touches her forehead.

Cinder: What's my name?

Y/N: Who fucking cares?

Ironwood: Wait. In life you're given 4 to 5 choices to make you a hero. In these moments, everything else falls away. How we see things. How people see us.

You eventually get bored and shoot Cinder, causing Ironwood to puke.

Ironwood: Why?

Y/N: You were droning on. Sure I may be stuck looking like Voldemort caught in a grease fire but at least fuck face can't heal from that. If wearing super hero tights means sparing psychopaths then maybe I just wasn't meant to wear them. Now I'm just a guy about to talk to a girl. What the FUCK do I say?!

You walk up to Coco, who punches you in the face.

Y/N: I deserved that.

She punches you again.

Y/N: That too.

She goes to punch your crotch but you block her.

Y/N: Maybe not the nethers.

You slowly take off your mask and Coco sees your face.

Y/N: This is why I was scared of facing you.

Coco just kisses you.

Coco: I don't care what you look like. You're still my Merc with a Mouth.

You look at the screen.

Y/N: Alright, readers. That's it for this insert. We hope you had fun. Later!

And with that, the scene fades to black.