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Alright boiiiiz, here we go! RWBY Fic time, and guess what?

It’s a Ruby x Male Reader! Bit cliché, I know, but let’s just say the plot requires it and leave it at that…

Also, all OCs in this will be made by me, unless otherwise stated. If you want to include an OC of yours in here, then just comment below with his/her bio, and the role you want them to play (i.e. student, teacher, villain, etc.)

Anyways…

(I think I’m gonna make this a tradition now) ON TO THE STORY!!!

It was a stormy day in Vale, with the rain pouring down. Out in the street, a flash of gunfire attracted the attention of a certain young man.

y/n: Who is known around these parts as y/n. But enough about me, let’s get this story started!

A human ran out in the street, panting for breath.

???: Looks like you picked the wrong Faunus to mess with, bucko.

A trio of Faunus with White Fang uniforms walked out of the shadows, guns in hand.

White Fang 1: And now you’re gonna pay.

Human: Please, all I did was bump into one of your kids! I’m sorry!

White Fang 2: Yeah, you will be in a moment. Let’s waste this bigot.

y/n: And this is where I come in.

The kid steps into the street with a smile on his face. The White Fang members turn to face him with their weapons.

White Fang 1: Who the hell do you think you are, kid? You know what, that doesn’t even matter. Just stay out of our way.

y/n: *gasps* How dare you! I didn’t even introduce myself!

White Fang 2: And you are…?

y/n: The name’s y/n l/n, and I’m here to kick your sorry asses! Now get ready for a beating, because…

The boy didn’t even finish his sentence before the White Fang soldiers gunned him down.

White Fang 1: That was easy.

y/n: You can say that again!

The boy jumped up, no worse for wear. He then quickly pulled out a pair of double barreled shotguns from the back of his jacket.

y/n: I knew that bulletproof vest would come in handy someday! Even if it was 2 years after I bought it…

White Fang 1: What the…?! Shoot him!

The three Faunus let loose with a hail of bullets. The boy quickly jumped up on a nearby wall, dodging the gunfire, and then let loose with his right shotgun. The two shots slammed into the first two White Fang soldiers, sending them flying.

White Fang 3: *grabs man* Hold it right there! One false move, and this bigot gets it!

y/n: Tell me, have you ever gone nuts?

White Fang 3: *confused* What?

y/n: *annoyed look* Nuts!

The boy then fired his left shotgun, sending out chains that bound the White Fang soldier’s legs. y/n then pressed a button on the trigger, reeling the Faunus terrorist in and blasting him with his other shotgun.

Man: *gets up* Are they dead?

y/n: Nah, I was using stun rounds. But they will have a nasty headache…And now to be on my way!

???: Not so fast, young man.

y/n immediately turned around and whipped out his shotguns.

y/n: Who said that? Come on out, or I’ll, uh…I’ll throw chicken nuggets at you! *turns to the man* How was that?

Man: *confused* I don’t know how I’d respond to that.

Ozpin: *steps out* But I do. Mr. y/n, I’d like to invite you to attend Beacon Academy.

y/n: Shank you, but no shank you, my good man. I like it out here, on my own. Besides, you don’t even know who I…

Ozpin: You are y/n l/n, a Vacuo emigrant and a wandering vigilante who has been in Vale for roughly a month. The reason you came here, if I recall correctly, was that you were under suspicion of insanity back at home, and chose to flee rather than submit to examination.

y/n:...well, I guess I was wrong. But get two things straight, bud: One, I’m not insane. Just a bit eccentric, that’s all. And two, if you think you’re going to drag me back to Vacuo…

Ozpin: Mr. y/n, I have no plans of sending you back to your home, but if you do not enroll in Beacon, it is quite possible that you will encounter others with a different opinion on your presence here. And from what I have seen, I do not believe you are insane, but rather a bit…odd.

y/n: Well, that’s a relief. So, one more question before I head off to Beacon: Is there food?

Ozpin: A lot of it. And one more thing…

y/n: Alright, it’s settled! Beacon or bust!

With that, the boy zipped off, and in no time flat, made it to Beacon.

y/n: And my Semblance doesn’t even relate to speed! I guess the writer just got lazy.

Author’s Note: I heard that, y/n.

y/n: Deal with it. Now, where’s that food?

Unfortunately, y/n wasn’t looking where he was going, and ran right into a girl.

Ruby: Ohmygosh, I’m so sorry!

y/n: *looks up from the ground* Well, you’re certainly…red.

Ruby: *confused* What?

y/n: *gets up* Red. You look red. Clothes-wise, I mean. Facially you look fine.

Ruby: Ummm, thank you? Sorry, but who exactly are you anyway? I’m pretty sure I didn’t see you on the airship.

The two started to walk together down the path to Beacon.

y/n: I’m glad you asked! The name’s y/n l/n, and this is how I got to be here…

Suddenly, for the second time that day, y/n ran into a girl, knocking both her and her cases ofDust to the ground.

Weiss: You simpleton! How could you be so careless? Do you know how much these cost?!

y/n: I’ll take B for $500.

Weiss: *confused* What?

y/n: Ahem. I said…

Suddenly a white haired boy with a black hoodie and jeans jumped right in front of the white dressed girl, and pointed an accusatory finger straight at her.

???: AH-HA! I knew there was a SCHNEE somewhere around here!!

The white haired girl somehow manages to turn even more infuriated than she was before.

Weiss: YOU. Get out of my sight, Witt.

The boy smirks.

Witt: I suppose I should be saying the same thing to you…Weissicle.

Weiss: *Turns even more angry xD*Why you…Hmph!

With that the girl picked up her Dust and walked away in a huff. y/n and Ruby were both completely stunned at what had just happened.

Witt: *smiles and turns* So, how are you dudes doing?

y/n: I don’t believe it.

Ruby: How did you do that?

Witt: Well, let’s just say that Ice Queen and I go way back. But that reminds me, I haven’t even introduced myself! The name’s Starc, Starc Witt, and I’m an Atlas transfer!

y/n: Cool, I’m from Vacuo!

Ruby: Well, I guess I’m just from Vale…

Starc: Niiice. Always wanted to live in Vale. It seems like a fun place; with all those Grimm running around, I’d never get bored!

Ruby: *confused* I thought Grimm were bad news, and you think they’re fun?

Starc: Well, a Grimm did give me part of my weapon. *rolls up his sleeves*

Where two flesh and blood arms should have been, there was instead a pair of metal robotic limbs.

Ruby and y/n: What?

y/n: How did that happen? And how can those be weapons? They’re prosthetics!

Starc: Now that’s another story for another time. All I’m saying now is that I have a Grimm to thank for it, and I couldn’t thank him enough! If you’ll excuse me, I have to go find the food court.

With that, Starc ran straight toward the academy.

y/n: Wait up! I also want food! *turns to Ruby* I hate to just leave like this, but food calls.

Ruby: It’s fine. But do you want to, you know…meet up again sometime?

y/n: Happy to oblige. I’ll see you around, Ruby.

Ruby: You too, y/n.

And with that, our intrepid hero ran off to devour all the edible objects his stomach could handle.

Meanwhile…

Location: Somewhere in Atlas

A transport craft touched down on a landing pad at a remote mountain base. Men in black military uniforms rushed out to meet it.

A familiar commander walked out of the craft’s ramp with a container in his hands.

Commander: We got it. *turns to one of the soldiers* Take this to Eldrit, full speed. The old miser will want to see this.

Soldier: *Takes the container* Yes sir.

Commander: *looks at his Scroll* Looks like you got the green light. Get them back, whatever it takes.

A group of four figures step out of the shadows. The first one was wearing a skull mask over his face, but all the soldiers, if you asked them, would swear that underneath that mask, the figure was smiling.

Skull: Roger that.

It should be noted that everyone present at the base wore a badge on their uniform.

A silver badge, with a picture of ten men standing in military formation.