Rusty fiddled with his keys before finally opening the door to his crappy apartment. He flipped the light switch on, only for the bulb to exploded. He sighed and dropped his bag before flopping down onto the sofa.

He groaned before his stomach did the same. Getting his ass off the couch he switched the TV on before heading to get something. He opened the fridge, imaging for something to eat.

Beer, cheese, ham, noodles from two days ago, energy drink, some mystery meat...

Rusty scratched his ass before reaching for the noodles. He grabbed the container revealing a decapitated head of a man. Leaving the door open, the man went to heat his noodles but froze. He slowly turned to the fridge seeing the head in his own fridge. A middle-aged man with an expression of annoyed anger frozen on his face.

"What're you looking at?" the head spoke...

Rusty jerked back and stumbled on his ass. He let out a shout of panic and tried to run.

"Oh yeah," Rusty jerked his head to his living room to see The Second Narrator slurping some noodles through their mask somehow, "Sorry, the bastard wouldn't shut up so I shoved him in your fridge. I hope that's okay."

"What the-?! How-? You!!" Rusty exclaimed. It had been some weeks since Rusty had thought about the damn fucker who almost killed him on that CCTV tower. He had desperately tried to write it off as some drunken fever dream, but here they were. The bastard who had quite literally stole his heart, in his living room, eating noodles-

Rustry jerked back to the noodles he had dropped, noting they weren't there anymore.

"Did you-... are you eating the noodles I just had?" he question, still eyeing the head staring at him.

"Hmm, yap! A bit salty, but otherwise pretty good." the shoved more food in their face hole that they probably didn't have.

"Those were mine!!" the man shouted.

"Hmmmmm, I didn't see your name on it~!" the Narrator sang before shoving the rest of the noodles in their face, box and chopsticks as well.

"Those were from my favorite restaurant! They were from Two Days Ago!"

The Narrator paused.

"These noodles are two days old?"

"Yes! They're from Two Days Ago!"

"Wait, so are these noodles from a restaurant named Two days Ago or are these noodles two days old?"

"Who in the right mind would eat two day old noodles?" the head in the fridge asked. "In fact why would anyone want noodles at three in the morning?"

~ ~ ~

Ruby slept not so peacefully in her bead before getting up. She couldn't sleep anyway. She glanced at the clock before perking up.

"Oh boy! 3am!" Ruby zipped out the dorm to a kitchen. When she reached the kitchen she found someone eating her noodles.

"Yang!!! Those were my noodles from Two Days Ago!" she exclaimed angrily.

"I didn't see your name on it!" the blonde grinned before her eyes widen. She then began scarfing the noodles in her face hole before Ruby began strangling her.

~ ~ ~

"Regardless, I didn't come here to only steal your food." Rusty blinked and the short menace disappeared from view. "I can also bet your wondering as to why we have a certain guest, hm?"

They reached into the fridge and pulled out the man's head on a place. They juggled the head between their hands as they spoke.

"You see Mister Shackleford, this kind gentleman was the head of the Beacon's CCTV relay tower." They giggled at their pun. "And poor mister... What's your name again?"

"Bite me," the man snapped.

"Mister Bite Me has suffered from a fatal accident at the CCTV tower." they placed Bite Me onto a kitchen counter. "So that leaves his position of power available. An opportunity for you Rusty to take."

"Wait, wait! Opportunity? What do you mean?" the man was lost.

"Well, Bite Me here quote on quote dead, so you are going to become the head of Beacon's Relay tower so that you can infiltrate Beacon without suspicion!" their mask's ink blots grew a grin.

"Rusty... Wait, Rusty Shackleford? I know you!" Bite Me exclaimed, "You're that fatass who was caught masturbating to porn on the computers!"

"Wait, what-?" the Narrator turned to Rusty who was red with embarrassment.

"I don't know what you're talking about..." the man mumbled.

"You got caught masturbating?"

"Yeah! He was in the maintenance shaft and he decided to relieve himself." disgust was clear on the man's face, "Bastard didn't even go into incognito mode!"

The Narrator took off their mask, revealing a woman's face. A absolute disbelief and shock was on her face.

"Why didn't you use incognito tabs?!" she shrieked, "That's like the number one rule!!"

"Okay! Can we talk about how you're making me sneak into Beacon?!"

"No! We are doing this right here and now!" The Narrator slid a hand through her pink hair. "Ugh, well I have to give you some credit for doing it in somewhat public."

There was an awkward silence between everyone before Mister Bodyless spoke.

"He didn't wash his hands after..."

"Disgusting..." The Narrator slipped her-, their mask back on, and shoved the head back in the fridge. They walked by Rusty but not before punching his in the balls and storming out the door.

"We are not done talking!!" they declared before slamming the door.

"Okey..." the man wheezed out as he held his balls. He felt like one of them popped.

~ ~ ~

Ruby C. Rose

Age: sixteen

Parents: Summer C. Rose(Biological mother), Taiyang Xiao Long(Biological father), Qrow Branwen(Step uncle, possess no blood relation?) [A/N: No, This is not 'Qrow is Ruby's dad' thing.]

Semblance: Petal Burst; allows Ruby to turn into a cloud of rose petals and travel at high speeds as well as bounce off surfaces. Advantages include intangibility, greater air control, and can separate into different entities.

Karma: Possesses Red, Blue, and purple Karma, has yet to explore Red and Purple.

Weapon: Silver's Edge(Currently destroyed); briefcase that transform a hyper-lightweight, massive blade and scythe, heavy assault rifle, .44 revolver, garrote wires, and Silver Thorn; mechashift dagger that extends into shortsword.

Possess and has moderate use of Silver Eyes and is currently branded by local thot Salami. Semblance requires more training and research.

~ ~ ~

A great shadow flies over the skies, majestic black wings beating. If anyone were to look up, they would believe it to be a bird.

And while they weren't completely wrong, they just didn't know it was a Nevermore soaring over a town. The Grimm used it excellent eyesight given to it by its master to survey the town. It was a young bird, barely a decade, but its master assured its survival.

The avian cutely cawed before diving down, crossing over a small range of hills. The hills provided a great obstacle against any invaders such as bandits or Grimm. The Nevermore unfurled its wings slowing its descent before landing under a platform under an overhang.

The Grimm chirped before hopping over to the open clawed hand. The Grimm despite age and size, being as big as a small dog, fit perfectly in the palm of its master. It chirped at its master, telling it of what it saw.

"I see..." a deep, smooth, voice spoke as it stroked the Grimm

Sitting on a broken wagon, the Avian Grimm Apostle, hummed in thought, processing the information. This is Umbra, a Nevermore based Grimm Apostle. She bore a hyper intelligent mind, capable of processing information and thought three times faster than any human. Her reflexes were that of superhuman and possessed attributes of a megalomaniacal, sadistic, psychopath with a superiority complex, even to her own kind.

But those were minor technicalities.

"Has our reconnaissance returned, sister?" Doryo spoke as his clutched his shoulder. He poured a red-black liquid into his wounded shoulder, the injury healing far better than consuming Grimm ever would. Though, the silver-eyed brat's power still seemed to be potent.

This is Doryo, the same Grimm Apostle that attacked our main cast during the initiation. Since the initiation and his encounter with Qrow, the Apostle has grown considerably. His muscle mass has doubled and the bone armor on his skull had grown a spine and down his arms. Soon it would grow into shoulder armor and perhaps gauntlets.

"Indeed, the town ahead is quite large despite being out in the wilderness. Though its isolation will prove to be in our advantage." Umbra reached to her side and fed the baby Nevermore a piece of flesh.

"Then shall we attack upon nightfall?" The large Apostle grinned, his once jagged crooked teeth were now straight, sharp as a canine's.

"No, you are still injured from your encounter with the Huntsman you spoke of." Umbra never turned to her brethren, still planning on the eventual attack on the town.

"Nonsense! We still managed to destroy the town from before with my might! And I was weaker then!" Doryo's voice boomed through the cave.

"And I say no, we will not attack the town. We shall wait-"

"You think too much like then!" Doryo snapped, he stood up and pointed at his sister. "I know not of what has occurred during my slumber in my prison, but I know that you act far too much like them! The way you speak, the way you behave, the way you do everything! It reeks of those humans, those half animals!"

At this point, Umbra had stopped stroking her bird. Her red eye jerked to her brother. The mere thought, let alone words of being compared to humans made her blood boil.

"Watch your tongue, you lizard..." she hissed, her grip on the baby Nevermore tightening.

"Or what? You'll peck me?"

In a quick motion, the Nevermore Apostle threw a hand forward. An invisible pressure slammed down on Doryo. The monster grunted, but managed to stand his ground. His strength was far greater than her sister before her. After all he had been released longer than she was-

Umbra hissed before bringing down her hand further. Doryo grunted in opposition before he was pressed down onto his knee, but he still resisted.

"Do not ever, compare me to those miserable excused of evolved apes." the female grinded out as she approached her brother. "We are direct descendents from our dark god! We reign supreme over even our own kind!" she gestured to the Grimm would waited in the cave patiently as per order.

"BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN WE CANNOT ACT SO RECKLESSLY!!" she screamed. "You've been imprisoned in your damn shrine for nearly eight thousand years! I have been out for far longer! I've encountered the humans and Faunus! I've fought with the Slayer head-on as well as that bastard Incognito! Ozma and that whore! That silvered eyed whore and her companions have been a bigger pain than ever especially that wretch, Raven Branwen."

A nasty look appeared on Umbra's face as she grit her teeth. He hands flexed heavily as memories flashed before her. An image of Raven standing over her with a maniacal look and she slashed down.

Umbra held her left face, stroking over the disgusting scar that went down over her eye, mouth and shoulder.

"We cannot underestimate Humanity, brother." Umbra released the pressure, "While we can command armies and devaste colonies, humanity will always return like the roach that they are." she walked over to the baby Nevermore she talked to.

"Humans if anything, are resourceful and determined. But we have all the time we need. What is another ten thousand years compared to the average eight year lifespan of a human." Her single eye glowed red as she imprinted a set of commands into the Nevermore.

It's own eyes glowed before it squawked and flew off.

Doryo sat still, pondering on his sister's words. He understood he supposed. After all, it was through the guidance of Incognito that the humans and Slayer were able to seal him away.

"I understand..." Doryo stood and approached his sister before kneeling down nobly. "I know little to nothing of this world, dear sister Umbra. I shall pledge loyalty under your command as our Dark God has commanded all those years ago."

Umbra stared expressionlessly before a feral grin appeared on her face.

"After all, you were the one who grew closest to Heaven before the Slayer knocked you down."

Umbra's grin disappeared and her wings twitched. Two stumps on her back ached with phantom pain, but she ignored it. She would ascend once again... and all would bow before her.

. . .

Even her own God.

~ ~ ~

Yang Branwen Xiao Long

Age: Seventeen

Parents: Taiyang Xiao Long(biological Father), Raven Branwen(Biological Mother(Currently missing/runaway)), Qrow Branwen(Biological Uncle/step father)

Semblance: Burn; Allows Yang to absorb kinetic energy from enemies' attacks and return the energy back to her opponents twice as hard. Can store up energy to release at once or use energy to buff herself. Buffing herself can increase reaction time, dexterity, movement speed, and strength.

Karma: Possess Red

Note: Semblance has also recently evolved to a point where Yang has grown another pair of arms on her shoulders. Arms behave the same as actual arms but disappear into Aura once removed. More research is needed.

Weapons: Ember Cecilia; Shotgun Gauntlets with changeable mods. Ole' Reliable; Sawed-off double-barrel shotgun, Dragkov(Currently destroyed); Massive blade of iron that has a weight system integrated into it with Gravity Dust.

~ ~ ~

The town was peacefully quiet, people walked to their destinations, vendors tried to sell their products, and miners walked back to their homes. Overall a rather normal day. While the town was a bit big, it still required a lot so that it could grow into something more.

With the river on their left, providing not only a defense against Grimm and enemies, the river was also a great source of food and resources. The hills on the right provided great defense as well. The town debating whether or not to built a road through the hills for better transportation. The majority of the defense stood on the north and south as those were the most vulnerable. But the town's main source for trading and income was the mines stationed at the base of the hills. Plentiful amounts of minerals and occasional caves of raw Dust provided great wealth to the town to grow.

"Ugh, my back." a young man stretched his back, a series of concerning pops being made.

"Ah, you'll get used to it! Give it another few months!" a man laughed, slapping the boy's back.

"Owe! Sensitive." everyone snickered, enjoying the fresh meat's first day in the mines.

The miners rode on the back of a truck, heading back to the station. The guards opened the gate, letting the truck through the well-defended walls. The men all laughed and cheered after a progressive day. They had not only made significant progress on the tunnel going through the hill for a railway system, but they had also stumbled upon a cave of raw dust. This would be a perfect source of resources and income for the town.

"Ah, that Dust cave might slow down the rail way's development, but it should be worth it." the young man commented, lighting a cigarette.

"Whoa! Watch what you're doing!" a guy slapped the lighter out of the younger man's. "We're all covered in volatile dust! You'll blow us all to hell if ya light a cig now!"

"Gee, I'm sorry! I didn't know!" the man apologized.

"You never know anything. Its a wonder how you managed to get this job." an older man ponder, spitting out some tobacco.

The truck suddenly screeched to a stop, nearly knocking everyone over each other. There was some honking as well as shouting before some guards came over.

"Augh! What the hell's going on?!" a man asked the driver.

"Its that damn fuck Lars!" he responded back, honking again at a decrepit old man dressed in ruined rags. He relied on a staff that was adorned with mock feathers of Nevermores and had a bird's skull on the staff's head.

"Beware the wrath of the dark god! The wrath shall fall upon all those that doubt the word. May vengeance purge this world of light and-"

"Oi! Shut da fak up and git outta da road ya cunt!" a miner shouted, several others backing him up. "We's got places to be, so git yer dirty ass on outta here!"

"Daugh!" the old man grumbled as he began shambling away when he saw the guard's heading over. "Mark my words! Our Dark God shall rise once again! And only the believers shall be spared of wrath!"

"Tch, fucking Lars."

Lars stumbled away, leaning on his staff for support. He hobbled into a alleyway, away from prying eyes as he passed by others. Homeless and drug addicts, sitting around aimlessly.

"Hm, useless pigs. They sit around with no purpose, no direction or ambition." Lars spat out at a corpse, a needle still stuck in its arm.

"I can sense it though..." he hobbled down further, away from all the humans and Faunus. "The return of the Dark Lord, she is coming..."

Reaching the end of the alley, he slid away a pile of trash and boxes revealing a hole. After making sure no one followed, he slid into the hole, covering it with trash.

Crawling through the space he dug out, he finally reached a dug out area. There was an old mattress, bottles of booze, old clothes, and chair. The basic necessities a hobo would need.

But to the left of the space, was an alter. Several red candles were set up, burning with a purple flame. Human skulls and bones litter the alter acting as furniture leading up to a statue of an angel.

Made of various bits in human bone as well as Grimm and Faunus, the skeletal structure created a vague shape of a human. Bits and pieces of flesh and blood cling to the skeleton, yet no foul stench lingered in the space.

But hanging on the shoulders of the 'human' were a skeletal set of wings, the bones as black as night, seemingly absorbing the light itself.

There Lars, kneeled down and mumbled to himself in prayer.

"She will return..." he groaned, "she will reclaim her flight as an angel should."

3081 words total, excluding Author's Note and Disclaimer.

Ah, I'm too lazy to rewrite it all. Just go read the profile board thing. This chapter's shit anyway.