Hello everyone, Asdor here! This little abomination came to be on a quiet weekend evening and was born from a RWBY marathon, multiple bottles of beer and reading a couple of SI fanfics beforehand. There and then I had decided to try it myself. I'm still not quite sure if this whole undertaking will be worth it, but like the saying goes "Nothing risked, nothing gained".

I orientate myself on an around-1000-words-per-chapter-mark, give or take. It is there to ensure that 1. I can dish out chapters every two or three days and that 2. I can do so without any repercussions to the final sprint of my school days with the final final exams coming up, followed by graduation. Well, now that I think about it there is also a 3. reason: I wanted to try a smaller format to train myself in writing compactly.

Sooo, now that the formalities are out of the way, let's get right into it, shall we?

Despite popular belief hard and inanimate objects were not always unpleasant.

For example: A cold and smooth stone pressed against your skin on a warm summer day was pleasant. The same could be said about wood: Walking barefooted on it was something I found to be rather nice. There was an entire list of hard things which were nice to touch.

A wet, rough brick wall on the other hand was not among those. Even more so if it abruptly stopped you midflight. And if your face was the first thing which connected with it than you had truly managed to draw the especially painful experience out of all the ones possible in the moment.

As I began to slide down the wall with my face still connected to it, I wondered the same question you probably have on your mind right now: How did I manage to even end up in such a situation in the first place?

Truth be told: I still had no idea.

It happened on the 18th of October 2016. All I knew was the fact that I was sitting in front of my computer, eating chips and drinking a coke. I had my headphones on and was gunning down the opposing team in a round of Battlefield 3 to my own personal soundtrack.

Currently it was playing "I'm the one" from the RWBY volume 3 soundtrack. I loved that song to death. It was perfect for anything with action in it. And when we were talking about RWBY, I couldn't wait for volume 4 to come out.

Outside my house in the real world a more than turbulent storm was raging. Rather loudly, in fact. So loud that I had to turn up the volume quite a margin if I didn't want to listen to my windows creaking and thunder roaring. They were quite the distracting noises, after all.

And then something happened. The best theory I managed to come up with was that lighting struck my house, bypassed it's lightning rod and somehow managed to find its way to me through my headphones.

All I knew was that this something caused a strange thing to happen. Maybe it killed me and sent yours truly into the afterlife which somehow included a brick wall in a deserted alley. Or it completely ignored physics and ripped open a pathway to another dimension. I wasn't sure what it did exactly, but it happened and now I was laying here, alone, wearing only my indoor outfit consisting out of sweatpants and a t-shirt and got drenched by the heavily downpour.

...Well, laying was not the completely correct term. Something along the lines of 'trying not to scream out in pain whilst clutching my face and wiggling about on the concrete ground' was a lot more accurate.

So here I was, writhing about in pain and laid bare to the rain, drenched and miserable. My head was spinning which may or may not had to do with the fact that I had crashed into a wall, a heavy concussion not out of the question, and had rubbed my face all over its brick-y greatness. All I could thing about was 'what the actual fuck just happened?' and 'Where was I?'.

Sadly, no one was there to answer my questions.

When I had recovered enough to look up and actually take in my surroundings I was greeted by the aforementioned brick wall, a streetlight which was flickering every now and then -most likely in its last strides- and at last a couple of big trash cans, lids closed. THey were more like small containers, really.

A flash of pain and my head started spinning again. The rain continued to seep through my cloths and made my body become colder and colder. I couldn't stay here. Or, at least, not in the rain.

Placing my hands firmly on the ground I pushed. Slowly, ever so slowly I struggled to get up. I didn't know how long It took but eventually, I managed to get up on my feet.

Only for the spinning to intensify even more. My stomach lurched. I staggered towards the wall. I felt sicker and sicker until I couldn't hold it in anymore: A final convulsion and I emptied my stomach. A combination of chips and coke streamed towards the ground. It felt like I had thrown up my insides themselves along with my stomachs contents.

An acrid and sweet smell hit my nose and I had to move away before the next load forced its way up my throat. Persuading my own body to move my vision was starting to become blurred again, only to snap back into focus.

This cycle continued, my vision switching from blurred to sharp and sharp to blurred, disorienting me further and further and intensifying the nausea to the point where I wasn't sure if I would fall over and die the next moment or not.

My body needed some place to rest. Badly.

I Decided now and then on what was probably the strangest thing I could have come up with. But, only to be fair, I wasn't exactly in the right mind at the time. I dragged myself towards one of the trash cans, opened the lid and, after seeing that it was one for paper -thank every deity out there for that- I basically rolled myself over the edge into the trash can and closed the lid above me.

Now, paper was not the best thing to keep the warmth from escaping. But it was still tons better than air and water. The fact that the trash can was closed and watertight and didn't let warm air escape that fast or let the rain in was also a bonus.

As if in trance I burrowed myself deep into the paper heap to make it act like a blanket. A cheap one but a blanket all the same.

My head calmed down, the spinning stopped and the nausea receded more and more. My eyes began to close, my breathing became slower and before I knew it, I slipped away into nothingness.

And that, kids, was how my first day in this strange new place ended.