Neo's p.o.v.

Monty corpse-fucking Oum, my head... That's the last time I down a bottle of fucking Everclear. Can't even open my eyes without a headache setting in. Ok..... Just nice and slow, Neo.

I open my eyes little by little, the back of my brain yelling at me to close them shut. My vision is blurred to hell, so I start blinking to clear it up a bit. Once my vision finally clears up, I'm greeted with a dark red ceiling with a light blue chandelier letting out a soft glow....... Did someone have their way with me, where the hell am I? The last thing I remember is hanging out at a bar, and then those two losers started bugging me for no reason. What the hell did they want?

Ugh, thinking hurt. Need to deal with this hangover. I carefully sit up in the very comfy bed and start looking around. Speaking of the bed, it's fucking king sized! Crimson colored sheets, darker crimson pillows. Is this silk? This shit's soft as an angel's ass that was cleaned with the best baby wipes made by God.

Wait, bad Neo. Stop thinking about the very comfortable bed and get back on track.

To my left, across the room, I see a window with black curtains drawn shut. Good. This is a no sunlight zone right now. Moving on. Directly in front of me is a dark wood door with the knob in the center instead of at the side. Weird. Along the right after that, not much else. A small dresser with a mirror on top.

I glance over to my right and see a night stand next to the bed. A plate lays on top with buttered toast and bacon. Along with a pitcher of water with a small glass beside it. I reach out my hand towards the glass... and immediately bump it out of my way as I grab the pitcher. I quickly pull the nectar of the gods up to my face and just start chugging that bitch. Small streams of water run down my face and onto my clothes in the process. But I really could not give a damn. This is gonna help with this shitty hangover.

I pull away the pitcher from my face, now half empty, and let out an orgasmic sigh of relief. The refreshing liquid doing its job of rehydrating my poor brain. I place the pitcher back and begrudgingly get out of the best damn bed I have ever woken up in. Spotting the mirror on the dresser, I grab the toast off the plate and walk over. Scarfing down the cooked bread in one go. As I get close to the mirror, I can already tell I look like shit.

Finally arriving, I stare down at the poor excuse of a woman in front of me. Blood shot eyes, from either lack of sleep or the alcohol, with bags under them. Skin is a little pale. Hair's a complete mess. Bed head would actually look better. A hat would be great right about now in fact..... Speaking of which.

I turn around and face the bed. Leaning on the nightstand is exactly what I wanted to find. My little swiss army umbrella thing, Roman's cane and hat hanging off of it. I collect my things, grab some more toast, and head for the door. Donning the hat, I open the door and peek out. Nomming on a little bit of toast in the process.

To my left, hallway with doors. To my right... more hallway with even more doors. Where the fuck am I!? Making up my mind, I take the left hall as I finish my toast. Besides my chewing, It's quiet as hell here...

After a little bit of walking, I come across a door that's actually different... And disturbing. The door looks like rotten wood as what looks like smoke seeps through the cracks. There looks to be a note carved into the door, but it's hard to read from here. I walk over to it and am immediately hit with an overwhelming sense of dread. As if I shouldn't even look at this door.

As I get closer, about ready to piss myself from the door's presence, I get a good look at the note on it.

"Abandon hope all ye who enter here. Seriously, touch anything and I will harvest your blood for tea. You are really taking a risk coming into MY basement without permission from me. Why are you still here? If you are reading this, you are a faggot."

Oh, charming. Who ever lives here is an asshole.

My curiosity quenched, although not as good as that water, I quickly take my leave from the damned door and keep walking. The feeling of doom and despair slowly fading away the further I go. Now to feel joy and excitement once I find the damn exit in this place....... Ok, why does it feel like someone is reading my mind--I hear voices.

A dozen feet away and around a corner, what sounds like two girls can be heard. I silently make my way to the edge and peek around the corner. Just a few doors down, one of them is cracked open a bit. The voices coming from there. Moving quietly, I make my down the hall to sneak past the door. You know, one of those voices sounds familiar-

The door begins to open outward. Panicking, I rush over to the side of the door swinging out. It doesn't open all the way, so it doesn't smash my face in, thankfully. The two girls that are talking make their way out and down the hall. Never spotting me. I wait a few more seconds for them to walk further down before peeking out behind the door.

One has black hair and sporting some blue dress. Petite little thing. I feel like I've seen her before... Meh. Anyway, the other looks like she's in her pajamas. Short black hair with red highlight tips like she's going through a phase..... Wait. No, it can't be. She turns her head towards the other girl. That's enough for me to see just a bit of her face to know damn well who the fuck she is.

Ruby. Rose.

I grab the handle of my umbrella and pull out the blade attached. Without hesitation, I step out from behind the door and charge at her. They must have heard my footsteps, because they both turn around and spot me. By then, I've already pounced at Ruby with my blade at the ready. Aiming right for her scrawny little neck.

*bamf*

All of a sudden, a wall of black materializes right in front of me. Blocking my attack as the blade is embedded in it. Shaking off my slight blinding rage, I look up in confusion. Only to be overcome with a whole wave of familiar fear.

Oh no. No no no no. Not Him! Why is it Him!?

You: Haha! Good to see you too, Neo!

Before I could flinch, I feel a hand clamp hard around my neck. Not enough to strangle me, but enough to hurt. With no effort, He lifts me up where I'm almost touching the ceiling with my head. I grab onto the arm attached and try to struggle out. All the while staring at the haunting mask that's looking back at me. I notice the two girls behind him with looks of confusion. Until Ruby finally pieces together who I am.

Ruby: Wait! You!?

???: Hey, that's the same person Emerald, Mercury, and I brought back! Hello again!

..... Still drawing a blank.

Back to the unrelenting fear, I look back to the one holding me up. Fearing for my own life now.

You: You know, I've met plenty of barbarians way back when that can throw back a few, but you just inhale booze like whatever! Now-

*DING-DONG*

The sudden ringing echoes through the hall as it cuts Him off. He looks up in what I can tell is confusion, along with the other two.

Ruby: Was that the doorbell?

You: I have a doorbell?

He soon turns around, walks past the two, and makes his way to what I assume is the front door. All while still holding me up by the throat. My feet just dangling.

After a few minutes of walking, along with several doorbell rings later, we finally make it to a big ass room. Same red and black theme as before, only with plants scattered around. Not normal ones, of course. Instead of welcoming colors like green, yellow, pink, green, white, purple, orange, or even green, all of them are a dark shade of red from stem to head with black thorns. Each one doesn't even seem to have any flower peddles. Just larger thorns curved upward. I don't even wanna know what they smell like...

*DING-DONG*

Tall, black, and scary finally reaches for the blade I shoved in His chest and pulls it out. Not a drop of blood on the thing. Not a drop of anything really. It doesn't even look like He got stabbed. All of a sudden, He shoves me against a wall and stabs the blade into my coat collar. Letting go, I'm now dangling from the wall like a pinned bug in a sick collection. He soon points a finger at my face.

You: Stay.

He then walks to a giant door and opens it, seeing who the hell is molesting the doorbell. Standing outside is some dude in a fancy black suit with a Noctis Lucis Caelum look going on. The stranger cranes his head up to look Him straight in the eye with a half assed smile.

???: He-

The door suddenly slams shut as He just walks away. A few seconds later, the doorbell rings again and catches His attention. He returns to the door and opens it again. Same guy still there.

???: It's me, Jason Cage.

The moment he said his name, I suddenly feel a new wave of fear wash over me. I've never heard of this guy, but instinctually, I feel like I need to avoid this man at all cost. The tallest of the two didn't seem to care one bit.

You: I know, that's why I slammed the door. What do you want?

He responds with what sounds like both anger and annoyance. As they talk, what looks like A FUCKING ZOMBIE walks into the room from a set of stairs. A faunus from the looks of it. Bone white complexion with blood splatter on its clothes and a gaint hole in the chest. It looks over to the door to see what the commotion is.

Jason: Well, the other Reapers have been working overtime in this realm all of a sudden. Wanted to see if you're finally going through with that genocide of yours. Turns out it's just another human war.

You: Yep. Nothing special to be concerned with here. Now get off my property.

From the corner of my eye, a blurry figure zooms across the room and over to the zombie chick.

Jason: Now hold up, old chum, I know full well you have something to do with it. And if I remember correctly, anything involving you equals extra work for me. Which equals more pay for me as well.

You: Did you just put emphasis on the word old?

Before anyone could say anything else, something slices through the zombie's neck. Cutting the head clean off. As the head falls to the ground with a hard thud, everyone in the room turns to the new comer's direction. Standing behind the headless corpse is what looks like a teen in dirty clothes. Brownish red hair, blue eyes, pale complexion. It almost looks like he has horns as well. Now that I have a good look at him, he almost looks like a younger version of someone I've seen before-

The kid points the sword he used to decapitate the thing at the big man Himself.

You: Who the fu-

???: You look important! Come with me quietly and I wont chop your head too!

Out of nowhere, the headless corpse suddenly backhands the little shit. Sending him tumbling to the ground, losing his sword on the way down. The walking corpse turns around and "faces" the downed teen. The real face looking the other way, however.

The eight foot tall God soon walks over to the boy and just grabs him by the collar of his shirt. His back turned against me the whole time. In the meantime, I start my escape by slipping out from my coat. Landing silently on my feet, I quickly make my way to the nearest window. Never taking my eyes off the situation right now. The kid is just lifted up in the air like a rag doll.

You: And who might you be to come into my house, decapitate my proxy, and order ME around like you have a snowflake's chance in my ass to get away with it? Also, where do you think you're going?

As I am a few feet from the window, I feel a sudden pull at my feet. This causes me to fall forward and hit the window with my face. As my head meets glass, the window gets several hairline fractures as pain shoots through my forehead. I crash to the floor, clenching my now obviously bleeding face, I am dragged back over to Him. The tall bastard not even glancing my way the whole time.

The little twerp in His hands just glares at Him. His hands deep in his pockets for some reason.

???: Well, since you asked so nicely, my name's Winston Taurus. And all I can say is-POCKET SAND!

He pulls his arms out and tosses two handfuls of sand in his captor's face. Sporting a dumbass smile the whole time. That smile quickly dies out within a few seconds.

Instead of letting him go, reeling back in pain with having tiny rocks thrown in His eyes, He just stands there with faunus in hand as the sand just falls from His form. Staring down at the small fool. He pulls him closer to His face, nearly an inch away.

You: I'm gonna headbutt you now.

He pulls his head back and launches it at the kid's face. A resounding BONK echoes out in the room as little Winston goes limp in His grasp. Lights completely out for him as blood is pouring out of his nose.

You: "sigh" This is too much retardation for me to handle in one hour.

He tosses Winston on his shoulder as He starts to walk further into this building. Dragging me along the ground from some invisible force. Off to the side, I see zombie lady pick up her head, place it back on her neck, twist it a few times until it finally sticks, and follows close behind.

Jason:.......... So, I'll just let myself in.

And so, everyone in the room soon make their way deeper in this hell hole of a mansion. The front door slamming back shut behind us.

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A/n: Oh snap crackle and pop, son! Two new characters suddenly appear! Who are these new comers? What do they want? And does Neo actually know the Father? All your unvocalized questions will be answered in due time!

p0zi0ner: Here's a vocalized question that's probably gonna get an unvocalized answer; When the hell are War and I actually gonna be in the story?