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18.18% RWBY: A Different Soul (System) / Chapter 2: Falling In

บท 2: Falling In

The door creaked open, admitting a young man with tousled black hair and weary brown eyes. Sweat glistened on his brow as he stepped inside, setting down his backpack and a large red duffle bag near the closet. A voice from the kitchen called out, "Sweetie, is that you?"

"Yeah, I'm home, Ma," he replied, his voice tinged with exhaustion. He made his way past the kitchen where his mother was busy at the sink, the sound of running water mingling with the clatter of dishes.

"How was school?" his mother inquired, her voice warm with motherly concern.

"Good, same old, same old," he answered with a shrug, his attention already drifting towards the stairs.

"And how was practice?" she pressed, her curiosity evident in her tone.

"Fine, just an easy day today," he replied, his voice carrying the weight of his weariness.

As the conversation faded into silence, the young man took it as his cue to escape to his room. With a heavy sigh, he flopped onto his bed, the day's exhaustion weighing heavily upon him. He lay there for a moment, as he relished the quiet solitude of his own space. Eventually, sleep overtook him.

Some hours later

As I stirred from my nap, rubbing the remnants of sleep from my eyes, I reached for my phone nestled in my pocket. With a flick of my thumb, I unlocked the screen, delving into the world of fanfiction centered around RWBY. As I immersed myself in fanfics, a wistful thought crossed my mind. "You know, it would be pretty cool to live in Remnant," I mused aloud to no one in particular. "Fighting Grimm and wielding awesome weapons..."

With a wry smile, I tucked my phone away and rose from my bed, stretching my limbs in the warmth of the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window. Sauntering over to the open window, I leaned against the sill. The sun is shining bright on the suburbs.

Lost in thought, I found myself gazing out at the sunny landscape, a sense of longing stirring within me. "I wish I was in Remnant," I whispered to myself, a fleeting desire borne from the depths of my imagination. Shaking my head with a chuckle, I dismissed the notion as nothing more than a whimsical daydream. After all, those wishes were just fiction.

As I ambled through the house, my feet padding softly against the cool tiled floor, I stumbled upon a familiar sight – my two Boston terriers engrossed in a playful frenzy with their toys. With a fond smile, I watched as they zoomed around the room, their antics a testament to their boundless energy and irrepressible charm. But amidst the endearing chaos, my gaze fell upon something decidedly less adorable – a sizable mound of dog shit on the carpet.

"Now, I really wish I was in Remnant," I muttered wryly to myself, resigned to the less glamorous duties of pet ownership. With a resigned sigh, I made my way to the bathroom, intent on retrieving the necessary cleaning supplies to tackle the unfortunate mess.

As I reached for the doorknob, my hand froze mid-air, a sudden flicker of movement catching my eye. With a furrowed brow, I peered into the bathroom, only to find my expectations shattered by a startling sight – a swirling vortex of brilliant blue light, pulsating ominously. Then a gust of wind pulled me in from the portal.

In a desperate bid to anchor myself against my fall, I reached out with trembling fingers, grasping desperately at the portal's rim. With a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, I clung to the edge with all my strength, my heart pounding in my chest as I teetered on the precipice between worlds. With one hand in reality and the other in the unknown abyss of the portal, I braced myself as I held on, the portal sucking me into a whirlwind inside. But I was not strong enough to hold onto the edge of the portal.

As I was fully engulfed by the swirling vortex, I watched in awe as the portal sealed shut behind me, cutting off any retreat to the familiar confines of my home. Turning my gaze forward, I found myself engulfed in a maelstrom of vibrant energy, each hue blending seamlessly into the next as I tumbled helplessly through the ethereal currents. The world spun around me in a dizzying blur, the sensation of weightlessness leaving me disoriented and breathless.

With each revolution, the whirlwind of energy grew more intense, its chaotic dance threatening to consume me entirely. As I was in the maelstrom of energy, I felt it pour into me. I felt myself being pulled deeper into the heart of the tempest, the darkness closing in around me like an impenetrable shroud. As I plummeted into the abyss, the cacophony of colors and sounds faded away, leaving nothing but an eerie silence in its wake.

Suddenly, I found myself enveloped in total darkness, the absence of light swallowing me whole. Panic surged through my veins as I struggled to orient myself in the void, the oppressive blackness pressing in from all sides. With no point of reference to cling to, I was left adrift in an endless sea of nothingness, my senses dulled by the oppressive weight of the void.

Alone in the abyss, I could only wait in trepidation, wondering what fate awaited me on the other side of the darkness. Uncertainty hung heavy in the air.

...Until... a... voice...

...

...

...You are chosen as his guide and power...

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บท 3: Hello I'm...

In the peaceful tranquility of dawn, Oscar Pine stirred from his slumber, hazel eyes wide with momentary panic before exhaling a relieved sigh as he assessed his surroundings. Emerging from the cozy loft of the barn, he descended a creaking ladder, his patched khaki pants and white shirt contrasting with the vibrant orange suspenders and gloves adorning his frame. Tucked into his pocket was a vibrant, multi-colored cloth, a splash of brightness against the rustic backdrop.

Pushing open the barn door, Oscar stepped into a scene straight out of a pastoral painting. The rising sun cast a golden glow over the serene countryside, where birds chirped merrily and a gentle breeze rustled through the trees. In the distance, white-capped mountains stood sentinel against the azure sky, framing the picturesque landscape.

With a soft smile, Oscar approached a green water pump, its handle worn from years of use. As he worked the pump, filling a blue bucket with crystal-clear water, his gaze drifted across the idyllic scenery. Lost in reverie, he failed to notice the water overflowing the bucket until a quiet sound of surprise escaped his lips, his shoulders slumping with a resigned sigh.

The scene transitioned seamlessly to Oscar tending to a green compost tumbler, marked with a yellow crown bearing the initials CK. With practiced hands, he shut and turned the tumbler, the earthy scent of decaying organic matter mingling with the crisp morning air.

As he moved on to hoe rows in a nearby garden, Oscar suddenly straightened up, his attention drawn to something in the distance. With a furrowed brow, he squinted into the horizon, watching the sun.

With his chores completed, Oscar Pine made his way back to the barn, the weight of exhaustion heavy on his shoulders. Setting down his pitchfork with a tired sigh, he cast a glance around the dimly lit interior, his gaze lingering on a dusty mirror tucked into a corner. Approaching it, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was amiss, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

As he scrutinized his reflection, searching for any sign of what might be wrong, a voice shattered the silence, causing him to jump in alarm. 'Oh, I know,' it chimed, sending a chill down his spine. 'A patch of hair is uncombed on the left side of your head.'

Oscar's heart leaped into his throat, With a strangled cry, Oscar stumbled backward, his legs giving way beneath him as he collapsed to the ground in a heap.

Later

Oscar sat perched on his bed, engrossed in the pages of his book, until the sound of his aunt's voice pierced through his concentration. "Oscar, supper's almost ready," she called out from the kitchen.

Without looking up from his book, Oscar inquired, "What are we having?"

"Doesn't matter, you're eating it," his aunt retorted matter-of-factly.

"I never agreed to this," Oscar said aloud.

"It's part of the living-under-my-roof contract. Read the fine print and wash up."

Sighing resignedly, Oscar closed his book and rose from the bed, his thoughts momentarily interrupted by a strange voice echoing inside his head. 'We need to leave, something is off and I'm stuck in your body,' it whispered urgently.

Oscar paused, his brow furrowing in confusion. "I'm not listening to a voice in my head," he muttered to himself, trying to dismiss the intrusive thoughts.

'Yeah, me neither,' the voice replied, its tone tinged with uncertainty. 'But back when I had a body before I fell into a blue portal, I'd also have trouble with my intrusive thoughts. Like cheating on a test or really wanting to smack a bitch. It's tempting, but I never did it. Anyways, we should get going, meet up with Team RWBY or Ranger or something like that.'

"Why should I trust a voice in my head?!" Oscar demanded, his voice tinged with frustration and disbelief.

'Good point, I wouldn't either, but here we are. But I've got something to change your mind,' the voice responded cryptically.

Oscar's confusion only deepened as a strange image flickered through his mind, accompanied by the voice's explanation. "What's a 'taco' and what is 'taco bell'?" he asked, perplexed.

'First, my bad, I meant to show you something else, not a Taco Bell commercial. Sorry, I was hungry,' the voice admitted sheepishly. 'And second, you don't have tacos here?' it questioned incredulously.

"Sorry, I don't think we do," Oscar replied, feeling a pang of sympathy for the voice's apparent disappointment.

'I'm devastated. A world without tacos, it's horrible,' the voice lamented, its despondency echoing through Oscar's mind.

'Anyways, here,' the voice said, and more images flashed in Oscar's head, showing him engaged in combat with Grimm, wielding a cane with surprising skill.

"I-Is that me?" Oscar asked, his voice tinged with disbelief as he observed the scene unfolding in his mind's eye. He couldn't shake the surreal feeling of seeing himself dressed in green and battling Grimm with a cane.

'It's you, a version of you,' the voice confirmed. 'Like I said before, I watched this world like a TV show. To me, it has become real. But in that version, the voice in your head was supposed to be someone else – an old wizard with a bad divorce and a crazy ex-wife. She's also immortal, and the wizard could reincarnate.' Oscar's mind reeled at the revelation of another version of himself with a wizard inhabiting his thoughts. 'But now you're stuck with me, a non-reincarnating voice. However, I do have future knowledge, so that's a plus.'

Oscar pondered for a moment, his gaze shifting to the mirror as he contemplated the implications of trusting the voice in his head. "Okay, I trust you," he declared, a sense of resolve settling within him.

'Great, now go eat before your aunt gets mad, and be ready to leave in the morning. While you're doing that, I'll be brainstorming why I'm here and not Ozpin,' the voice replied, a hint of determination in its tone.

With newfound clarity and a sense of purpose, Oscar turned away from the mirror and made his way to the kitchen, ready to face whatever adventures awaited him with the enigmatic voice by his side.

Before the voice could begin pondering its predicament, Oscar interjected with a question. "Since you'll be in my head, what's your name?"

'Oh, yeah, I forgot to introduce myself,' the voice responded warmly. 'Hello, Oscar. I'm Orion.'


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