บท 4: Leaving Home
As the evening progressed, Oscar found himself seated at the dinner table, his aunt's presence across from him, his aunt – or rather, the woman who Orion thinks looks very hot and familiar– regarded him with a warm smile, her features illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight.
Oscar's Aunt is the hottest woman I have ever seen, but she looks familiar like I have seen her from somewhere before.
"Oscar, did you finish your chores? And did you water the oranges?" his aunt inquired, her voice tinged with a hint of concern.
Oscar's attention switched to his Aunt and answered "Yes, Aunt Pam, all watered and done," he replied, momentarily tearing his gaze away from her to focus on his meal.
As they ate, I finally figured it out, Oscar's hot Aunt is Panam from Cyberpunk, Pam = Panam. She looks like her or is her. Not sure maybe some multiversal thing. but now I don't want to leave.
Eventually, supper drew to a close, and Oscar was in his bed, with his belongings packed and waiting on his side, he settled beneath the covers, the weight of uncertainty pressing down upon him as he drifted into an uneasy slumber, especially with the voice talking in his head.
'Oscar your aunt's hot.'
"Please shut up." Oscar thinks and then wraps his head in a pillow hoping to block the voice in his head. But that doesn't stop the voice from ogling his Aunt in his mind.
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In the crisp morning air, Oscar and I set off from the farm, leaving behind the familiar sights and sounds of home. As the farmhouse grew smaller in the distance, a pang of nostalgia tugged at Oscar's heart, a mix of sadness and excitement swirling within him. Tightening his backpack straps, he pressed forward, determined to embrace whatever adventures lay ahead.
"It feels weird leaving home," Oscar remarked, his voice tinged with melancholy. "But in a way, I feel like I'm doing something greater."
Hoping to lift his spirits, I chimed in, 'Maybe, but from what I know, your life is going to be crazy and awesome.'
Oscar's face brightened slightly at the prospect. "How?" he asked eagerly, craving a glimpse into his future.
'Well, I'm no psychic, but I know you got beat up a lot... actually, maybe not so awesome,' I admitted, my optimism faltering momentarily. 'But with me, you're not going to be like your counterpart. I'll make sure of it.'
Oscar's smile turned bittersweet as he absorbed my words. "So, you said some old wizard was supposed to be in my head instead of you?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.
'Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon, was a reincarnating wizard who has lived on Remnant for I don't know how long,' I explained. 'But I'm not sure why I'm here instead of him. It's one of life's greatest mysteries.'
As we journeyed onward, thoughts of Ozpin and the mysteries surrounding his disappearance weighed heavily on my mind. The realization dawned on me: I was trapped in a RWBY fanfic, and that was the only reason why I was here, to take Ozpins place, I also did say it would be cool to live in Remnant so there's that too. Whelp nothing I can do now but help guide Oscar in stopping Salem and saving Remnant.
'Oscar, are you ready to save the world from an evil witch?' I asked, the gravity of our mission sinking in.
At my words, Oscar came to a sudden halt, his expression a mixture of shock and stone. Without a word, he spun on his heel and began to make a U-turn back toward home.
As our journey continued, I managed to convince Oscar of the importance of our mission, despite his reluctance. "I can't believe I agreed to this," he muttered, his voice laden with uncertainty and apprehension.
'It's not so bad, at least you have me,' I offered, attempting to inject a note of reassurance into his wavering resolve.
"Yeah, a voice in my head telling me to save the world. That sounds wonderful," Oscar retorted, his fatigue evident in his tone.
As we trudged on, the monotony of our journey began to weigh heavily on me. 'Are we there yet? Are we there yet?' I repeated, unable to contain my boredom.
"Stop, please. It's bad enough sharing my head, but with you saying that over and over, I can't," Oscar pleaded, exhaustion etched into the lines of his face.
'Sorry,' I apologized, realizing the toll my incessant questions were taking on him. 'It's just very boring without a body. I was a tall young man at the ripe age of eighteen, with a handsome face. But now, stuck in a teenager's body without control, all I can do is speak to you.'
Oscar looked down, his brow furrowing in contemplation. "So what's it lik—" he began, only to be abruptly cut off by a deafening roar that echoed through the forest.
He looked up, his eyes widening in alarm as three Beowolves emerged from the bushes before us. 'Run,' I urged.
the urgency in my voice propelling Oscar into a frantic sprint for his life. The thunderous pounding of his footsteps echoed through the forest as he veered off the path, seeking refuge among the thick foliage.
The Beowolves quickly closed the gap, their snarls and growls reverberating ominously through the trees. With each passing moment, the threat grew ever closer, their predatory instincts driving them relentlessly forward.
As one of the Beowolves lunged forward, poised to strike, I urged Oscar to duck. He obeyed instinctively, narrowly avoiding the creature's attack as it collided with a nearby tree branch. Though momentarily stunned, the Beowolf quickly regained its footing, resuming its pursuit.
Despite our best efforts to outrun the relentless onslaught, Oscar's exhaustion began to catch up with him. 'Oscar, keep going,' I urged desperation lacing my voice as I hoped he would find the strength to continue. But his breaths came in ragged gasps, his limbs heavy with fatigue.
"I can't, I'm too tired," Oscar admitted, his voice strained as he bent over, hands on his knees, struggling to catch his breath.
Thinking quickly, I scanned the surroundings through Oscar's eyes, searching for a potential hiding spot. Spotting a cluster of rocks nearby, I directed him towards them. 'Oscar, hide in the rocks. You should be able to fit inside and hide,' I instructed a note of urgency in my tone.
Oscar wasted no time, squeezing himself into the narrow crevices between the rocks just as the Beowolves closed in on his position. Holding his breath, he prayed silently, willing himself to remain unseen as the creatures sniffed around the area, their predatory instincts on high alert.
The Grimm sniffed around, their senses honed in on Oscar's fear as they closed in on his hiding spot. With a primal instinct, they clawed ferociously at the rocks, driven by the scent of their prey.
'Oscar, stay calm. I'll think of something,' I reassured him, but he remained stunned, resigned to his fate. In his mind, this was the end, the consequence of listening to a voice in his head.
Frantically, I searched within myself, hoping for some latent power, some hidden ability that could save us from imminent doom. And then, as if in response to my desperate plea, a brilliant light bloomed within me.
'Oscar, listen to me. I need you to think of fire, like a feeling. Imagine it gathering in your palm and bursting out. Just imagine it, please,' I urged him, my voice trembling with urgency.
"Are you crazy!? They're going to bite off my hand!" Oscar protested, his fear palpable.
'Oscar, please, I need you to trust me,' I implored, knowing that time was running out.
Reluctantly, Oscar hesitated for a moment, his reluctance evident. But faced with the inevitability of his demise, he had nothing left to lose. With a determined resolve, he extended his hand, envisioning flames dancing upon his palm.
As he did, a blinding orange light radiated from the crevice, catching the Grimm off guard. They peered closer, drawn to the mesmerizing glow, only to be consumed by the searing inferno. Their dark forms crumbled beneath the intense heat, leaving nothing but charred remnants in their wake.
Breathless and bewildered, Oscar stared in awe at the destruction wrought by his newfound power. At that moment, he realized that perhaps there was more to his journey than he had ever imagined.
"What was that?" Oscar asked, emerging from his crevice in the rocks and examining his palm, still feeling the warmth of the flames. His gaze shifted from the burning corpse of the Grimm to his hand, bewildered by the destruction he had caused.
'That, my friend, was magic,' I replied, a sense of wonder mingling with my own astonishment. 'I realized I held something within me, likely gained from being sucked into a portal. And since I'm in your body, you can wield it.'
"Wow, what else can I do?" Oscar asked eagerly, his eyes alight with curiosity.
'I'm not sure,' I admitted. 'I've only just discovered it myself, and I'm no expert on magic aside from what I've seen in anime and video games.'
As Oscar experimented with the flames dancing in his palm, I continued, 'But I have something else to offer. I can enhance your body and help you learn different spells and martial arts. All you have to do is listen.'
Oscar was awestruck by the revelation, his mind buzzing with the possibilities of becoming like a Huntsman. "Okay," he agreed, his determination renewed. "I'll grab my stuff and head towards the train station. You figure out how this power works. It'll make things easier for us when we save Remnant," Oscar eagerly says rushing off, he can't wait to wield awesome power like in the stories his Aunt used to read him.
With a nod, Oscar gathered his belongings and set off, his steps filled with newfound purpose. Meanwhile, I delved deeper into the mysteries of the power I possessed, realizing it was a system – a power bestowed upon individuals in fanfics facing challenges beyond the norm that the world offers. The revelation sent a chill down my spine, for if something was strong enough to stop Ozpin and something else bestowed upon me this system, probably to fight something powerful, it was a force not to be taken lightly. The only reason I have a system is to fight something that can stop Ozpins reincarnation which was bestowed upon him by the God of Light. Whatever thing did that, its power is on a scale close to a god.
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As heavy rain poured down upon us, Oscar struggled to obtain a train ticket from the automated machine at the station. Frustration gnawed at him until the sound of heavy footsteps drew our attention. Before us stood Hazel, his imposing presence sending a shiver down Oscar's spine. With a forceful gesture, Hazel slammed his fist atop the machine, causing it to dispense a free ticket. Oscar recoiled slightly, unsettled by the encounter, but seized the ticket nonetheless.
As Hazel walked away, his parting words lingered in the air. "Don't let such a small obstacle block your path," he advised before walking away, leaving Oscar with a sense of unease.
"Who was that?" Oscar asked, his uncertainty palpable.
'Hazel Rainart. He works for the bad guys,' I informed him, urging him to hurry before the train departed. 'Hurry before the train leaves, and dry yourself off so you don't catch a cold.'
Following my advice, Oscar made his way onto the train, locating his seat in 12B. Settling in beside an elderly man, he stowed his belongings and prepared to rest. 'Get some shut-eye, Oscar. It's been a long day,' I encouraged him, sensing his exhaustion. 'I'll wake you if anything happens.'
With a heavy sigh, Oscar leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes as the rhythmic sound of the train's movement lulled him into a much-needed sleep, replenishing his strength for the challenges that awaited him tomorrow.
As Oscar slept soundly, I delved into our shared consciousness, seeking answers within the depths of the system. 'System status,' I inquired, prompting a blue screen to materialize before me.
[System]
[Status]
[Oscar Pine]
[Farm Boy]
Level: 3
Vitality: 12
Endurance: 13
Intelligence: 7
Strength: 15
Dexterity: 13
Luck: 2
Magic: 1
Aura: 10
Semblance: [Locked]
[Magic]
[Fire Burst]
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