A/N: Hey there guys/gals, Archmedies here with the first chapter of A Worthwhile Ending?, and first of all, I want to say thanks to the people who revewied supporting my decision. It was really nice of you all.

Now, I don't really have anything to say, other than the rest of the chapters will be much longer than this, as this is just the intro.

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Prologue: The Aftermath.

"Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them"

-George Eliot

Blake sighed wearily,and lay her book down on the bed. She had been staring at the pages for hours, not quite seeing the words. She'd just needed something to distract herself, as Yang and Weiss had both gone. Weiss had gone to the library to study, to bury herself in her work, to tae her mind somewhere else. While Yang...

Decided to thump through the door at that moment, and collapse on her bed, breathing heavily for a few seconds, before going still. She was covered in a thin film of sweat, and Blake could already see a couple of ripening bruises on her arms and legs. Just as Weiss embedded herself in her school studies, Yang distracted herself from her emotional pain, with that of the physical kind. Everyday, she was out on the training field, facing off against the schools training robots, and pounding them into the ground with a rage that rivaled that of the gods.

Blake pulled herself out the door, pacing down the corridor, barely keeping on her feet. For what must have been the fiftieth time that day, she pulled the newspaper clipping from her pocket, and gazed down upon it. It exclaimed, in bold print:

FazBears Fright:

The Horror Attraction!

Local amusement park is getting ready to scare your socks offwith a new attraction based on the unsolved mysteries of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

Featuring salvaged from the deserted pizzeria, this new attraction will bring back the past in the worst way!

She crumpled the paper, and shoved it back in her pocket, leaning, and letting the wall take her weight as a heavy hand clamped down on her heart.

Bring back the past.

They'd already succeded.

Blake lowered her head.

Ruby went missing, a team was torn apart, and someone was going to make a profit. They always did.

Ruby.

She'd carried Blake through her ordeals with the White Fang. Had kept her spirits up in the darkest times. And she'd stolen Blake's heart, in as beautiful a theft as had ever been. And then, she'd taken the day shift. And she'd vanished. The police had done a half hearted search of the pizzeria, and when no trace was found, they'd almost given up, before finding a whole lot of bodies, those of children, and the place had closed done. She'd thought the Fazbear corp was done for. But now...They were going for it again.

She stepped away from the wall, sure now that her legs wouldn't collapse under her.

In the aftermath of Ruby's disapearance, team RWBY...Or WBY, was given three weeks to get over it. Sure, it had been dressed up in pretty words and white lies, but that was the message within.

Get over it.

She's gone.

She's not coming back.

Blake realized she'd wandered out onto the school grounds, and sat down on one of the many benches that dotted the paths. As she did so, she pulled the clip out of her pocket again, and turned it over, staring down at the contact details on the was an opening for the night guard. Someone who had nights to fill, and time to waste, sitting in the dark, and letting it consume them. She could feel the void within her heart, begging for something to come and seal it. The perfect job for someone trying to forget. And who knows, perhaps, in that place, she would find answers.

Perhaps, she'd have the absolution she hungered for.

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aND, SO muCh MoRE.

OH, sO MUcH mOrE.

YOu WIll fInd AbSOluTIon.

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