Salems p.o.v.

Finishing a cup of my fathers famous Crimson Tea, I decide to head to the study for a little break. As I walk through the halls, Cinder power walks from around a corner and passes me with her eyes focusing on the floor.

Salem: Hmm. She must be shooken up from what father had to say. Oh well.

Walking further down the hall, I see my father walking towards me.

Salem: Hello again, father.

You: Salem, I'm heading out to sign up for Beacon, try not to burn the place down again while I'm gone.

Salem: Yes, father.

As he walks past me, I continue to make my way to the stu-

Salem: Wait, what?!

I turn around and run in front of him. As always, I have to look up to meet him in the eye.

Salem: Can you run that by me again?

You: You heard me. I'm headin' to Beacon.

Salem:... Why?

You: Alright, let me explain.

*bamf*

[Location: the study]

*bamf*

You: Take a seat, sweetheart.

Grabbing a chair, I sit down and wait for my father to explain to me one of the dumbest ideas I've ever heard so far.

You: You see, I've been thinking about being productive ever since you told me 'please don't get yourself involved with my plans' a few years back. Still don't understand why, but you are a grown woman and capable of making your own decisions. So, what better way to not get involved than have a front row seat of the show! I will only be at the sidelines doing my own thing, not hindering anything, and I would get to witness your best work in action. Besides, it beats locking myself in the basement and watching anime 24/7 like a weeb. You only live for eternity once, I'm not wasting it like that!

Listening to his reasons, I can understand why he wants to head out. The only reason why I don't want him to be involved was so I can show him I can finally be independent without him hold my hand. I stand up from the chair and look up at him.

Salem: I understand, father. Besides, it would be a bad idea to lock up you of all people in the house for too long to the point of you blowing up a continent.

We share a small laugh in the study. As the laughing dies down I step forward and give my father a hug, resting my head on his chest.

Salem: Just, please, be safe.

He rests one hand on my back and another on my head, returning the hug.

You: Heh. You should be telling that to the poor bastards dumb enough to pick a fight with me. Besides, if you pull off your plan without a hitch, I should be back home in no time.

We finally step out of the hug.

You: I'll see you soon, princess.

Salem: Goodbye, father.

*bamf*

And just like that, he's off on his own adventure, leaving me alone in this big castle.

Salem:...

[Location: landing zones]

Your p.o.v.

*bamf*

I teleport myself in an alley to avoid the prying eyes of mortals. Poking my head out of the alley a bit, I see people now starting to board the airships. Pulling my head back, I begin to transform my body into a blank slate of a squishy shisno.

You: Oh cool, I look like a mannequin. Or Slenderman's retarded son. Now, let's get started!

I adjust my height-

You: Or Dr. Manhattan's less talented brother.

I adjust my height and skin tone to a tolerable setting. Moving on to my eyes, I change them to a nice (e/c) color. I grow some hair to a reasonable length and turn it to (h/c). I run my hands through my hair to give it a style of my choice. And finally, I grow a dick. I haven't used one of these in a very long time.

You: And now for the essentials!

I spawn some clothing of my choice on my body in whatever fashion I choose.

You: Okay, contrary to popular belief, apparently it's all right to bring weapons in to a school like Beacon.

(I'm going to hell for that, aren't I?)

Raising my hands, I materialize a sword made of bone in my grasp along with a dagger.

And just for the hell of it, a crimson gun with a large magazine.

Holstering all three of my weapons, I move on to the last step of my character creation. My name.

You: Hmmmmmmm... Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen? No way in hell I'm writing that on paper. Rusty Shackleford? Tempting, but no. Jaune Arc?... Ha! Like any chick in their right mind would dig that! Hmm... (y/n)... (l/n)? Huh, I like it. Look out, Beacon academy, (y/n) (l/n) is comin' for ya!

I spawn in a transcript and start writing down all the necessary crap, teleporting it to where it needs to be.

[Location: Ozpin's office]

Ozpin: It looks like we have gotten more students this year, it seems.

After sorting through most of the transcripts, Ozpin turns in his chair to look at the great view from his office. Unaware of a piece of paper fading into existence and landing with the rest.

[Back to you]

With that out of the way, I walk out of the alley and over to the airship with the rest of my 'fellow students'. While I'm walking, I start playing 'Bad To The Bone' in my head.

(Y/n): Let's rock.

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A/n: B-b-b-b-b-b-bad!