Some Days Aren't Worth Getting Out of Bed

I sighed, rolling back from my desktop in my chair, cracking my neck to relieve some of the stiffness. I had been working on a program for an assignment from class all afternoon… and with a glance at the clock displaying the time to be 2200, I suppose evening as well. The only breaks I took were to answer to the call of nature and to eat with my roommates before retreating back to my room to work. But I finally finished it, and now I could get some sleep, and not have to worry about it despite being due two days from now aside from some final checks on it. I had a test tomorrow in calculus, and I wasn't entirely looking forward to it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not bad at calculus, I'm just not excelling in it. It's taking a bit for the lessons to sink in is all. I do enjoy the class, and the teacher is nice, the material itself is just… difficult at times.

Deftly manipulating the mouse to save all of my hard work, I took a glance out the window. While I did live in an apartment complex, funnily enough there was a lack of lights blocking my view of the stars and moon. Half-full, the moon was a touch captivating, it always had been. Just one of those things of nature that we all appreciate in some form or another. After saving the file, I closed it and everything else I had up, disconnecting my headphones and pocketing them without a second thought. A bad habit of mine is to simply put things in my pocket when I was done with them without realizing. Another bad habit was that if it was late enough and myself tired enough I would simply go to bed in whatever I was wearing. Today being a pair of jeans, a solid color reversible brown/black belt, a black T-shirt with various intricate designs of yellow and blue across it, and my tennis shoes. Yes my tennis shoes: I'm tired, and I generally sleep with my feet hanging off the edge anyway, so deal with it.

Powering off the computer, I trudged over to my bed, clambering in with a yawn. Making a mental note to pick up something caffeinated in the morning, hoping I'd remember it (probably not), I slipped off into sleep.

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.. the hell?

Now, I'm not a deep sleeper. It's actually fairly easy to wake me up, so long as you don't rely on solely sound. I can sleep, noise-wise, through anything. If I feel something though, I'll wake right up. It's why my alarm on my phone is vibrate as well as a cheery little jingle that I honestly need to switch because it's annoying. Maybe that's why I haven't adjusted it? Regardless, I'm highly sensitive to touch, especially in my sleep, and I knew that what I was feeling was wrong. It felt like wind was rushing past me… except 1. I didn't leave my window open last night, and 2. The wind felt wrong blowing past me. Cracking open my eyes, I found myself staring at a rapidly approaching blur of black spots on a background of white… oh. Trees and snow on the ground. Which means I'm falling… at a decent clip… and the only thing to slow me down are the branches of the trees….

"… Oh this is so going to-"

My vocal complaint was cut off as I curled into a ball and impacted with the first of the many branches, snapping almost instantly from my velocity that I had achieved falling. Luckily, the spot I had been falling towards was filled with several branches from four trees around the area, and I apparently hadn't fallen from that high, as I was slowing with each branch, enough that when I hit the ground with several branches around me, though bruised, nothing was broken. Still…

"OOOOOWWW. Whyyy…"

It… kind of hurt.

Staggering to my feet, brushing some snow off as I shivered, I knew almost instantly that this wasn't a dream. For one thing… that hurt! And my mind would have no way to theorize how that would hurt if it was a dream, because nothing even remotely similar has ever happened before! For another, I could feel the chill, which was bad, because I am quite obviously NOT dressed for this environment. Finally, I was… vaguely familiar with this area? Blinking as I looked around my landing zone, all I saw were a bunch of leafless trees and snow. A decent amount of snow that apparently helped cushion the last of the force from my fall, what hadn't already bled off from the many branches I impacted with. Grimacing, I rolled my shoulders and carefully stretched my body, noting that while sore, nothing would impede my movement. I got incredibly lucky, despite my apparently unlucky and… odd circumstances. I can still move, which means I have a shot of getting the hell out of wherever I ended up.

Another blink, and then I began searching my pockets, seeing what all I had with me, as apparently something had just randomly stolen me from my body and dropped me from a decent height in an unknown area. Wallet, possibly useful… cell phone, not gonna be useful until I figure out where the hell I am and if I can even get service anywhere nearby… headphones, obviously not useful… well there's a stroke of luck. I barely remember, but in an attempt to relax and think last… I'm just gonna call it last night, I had been sharpening my hunting knife gifted to me from my grandfather, a family heirloom of sorts. I maintained its condition, and I guess instead of putting it back in its drawer like I normally do, I just shoved it into my pockets like I did everything else. So, at the very least, I have a knife, and sharpener for said knife. Picking up a nearby branch as long as my arm, I figured I could at least sharpen the tip into something similar to a javelin. Makeshift and crude, but something about my surroundings made me uneasy. I shouldn't recognize it, but there was this familiarity tickling the back of my skull…

Well, as I didn't get much of a look when I was busy falling and I have no idea where I am, suppose I should just pick a direction. Picking up a smaller branch about the half the size of my forearm that had only one end broken, I tossed it into the air as hard as I could with as much of a spin as I could. When it fell, the broken end pointed away from me, towards my right. Whelp, that's where I'm going. Taking out my knife and flicking it open, I began trudging through the snow in that direction, praying that my apparently bipolar luck would be on my side as I began to sharpen the tip of my branch.

On the bright side, the monotony of the forest had faded. The only sounds were my breathing, the crunch of the snow as I walked, and until I had finished, the sound of my blade on wood as I carefully sliced pieces off of it. With one last carve, I folded my knife and pocketed it, switching my newfound stabby stick to my right hand. Yes stabby stick, I am terrible at naming things and I refuse to call something as ghetto makeshift as this a javelin, even inside my head. So now I could pay attention to my hearing, as anything aside from my breathing and walking would signify something, or someone, else out here. And it seems like the trees are thinning… a clearing perhaps? Maybe my luck will hold…

Advancing into the clearing cautiously, my stick in front of me, I found nothing really out of the ordinary aside from the lack of trees. Just some black rocks… that were beginning to move. That can't possibly be good… and when I saw specks of red and patches of white on the "boulders" that more than likely signified teeth and eyes, I only had thing to say.

"Well… fuck my life."

They had already seen me, and while I'm in above average shape for an 18 year old young man at 5'10" and weighing 190 lbs., they looked like wolves. Pitch black with some scary ass eyes and big as hell, but still wolves. Horses don't outrun wolves, the damn chance I have? Still, I began to back away slowly anyway, figuring I could probably climb a tree and delay the impending death sentence. This was my plan, to get away and stab any that got too high with trying to reach me… until a couple got on their hind legs, sending alarm bells through my head. Because, you know, last I checked, wolves aren't bipedal creatures. Grimacing, I raised my stabby stick in an approximation of a guard, knowing that I was probably going to die here, but damned if I make it easy. With a growl, the first of the wolf-like creatures rushed towards me as the others followed closely behind all across the clearing. I began backpedaling rapidly, my eyes flicking between each opponent, praying I'd run into… and the feeling of something solid behind me settled my nerves a touch, as now at least I wouldn't be hit from behind. As they approached, I realized that these creatures were as big as I am, which made my life that much harder. Apparently bipolar luck decides to swing against me.

The first of the onrushing pack closed in before leaping at me. My response was to dodge-roll away, as I suddenly realized that getting mashed against the tree would only end badly because it's bigger than me. Coming to my feet rapidly, I found the werewolf like beast had impacted against the tree headfirst, probably not figuring I'd move somehow? I'm not going to bother trying to understand something that's trying to kill me with the last few minutes of life I happen to have. Lunging forward, I drove my stick pointy end first into what I figured was the neck, sinking it about a quarter of the way in. Disconcertingly, I didn't draw any blood, but as a long mournful howl escaped its throat as it slumped, I'm going to just not care because it seems to die like any other beast of the world, and right now I'd take it. Pulling my stick free, noting that it didn't suffer any wear and whatever the hell it had on it, some sort of black stuff, was fading away from it, I turned to meet the rest of the horde.

Sidestepping another beast, I jammed my stick into its black hide. This was stupid of me, as it broke in half, the beast tumbling to the ground. While it was another kill, I lost my only weapon of any range. My hand darted into my pocket before pulling my knife and unfolding it. Better than nothing, and I refuse to just lay down and die. If there's any hope for me to survive, I'll take it. At this point there were now two beasts at once coming at me as the others began to circle the area, and as I side-stepped one, the other was met with my knife in its left eye for its trouble as I essentially half-stepped to the side, its slouch and bowed head providing me a relatively easier target. Whipping free my knife as the feral creature stumbled from the unexpected loss of sight in one eye, I met another beast that I avoided by diving between its legs. Clambering to my feet, I let out a hiss of pain as I threw myself to the side and managed to reduce an incoming claw to some decent scratches on my left torso instead of just outright doing some nasty damage to me. In turn, I lunged at the next nearest beast instead of letting it do so to me, sinking my knife up to the hilt in its neck. Whipping it free, I let out a yell of pain as I felt a pair of jaws clamp around my right ankle. Out of reflex alone, my hand darted out and slashed across the sucker punching beasts eyes, causing it to let out a yelp of pain and release my ankle, which brought me to one knee as the pain and damage rendered that leg unable to support a standing position anymore.

Damn, that mobility was all I had going for me. At this point I'll be dead in seconds. Still, I readied my knife, prepared to take as many as I could from the remaining 20 of the horde before a gunshot rung out, taking off one they're heads. I blinked in surprise as the body began to fade, more gunshots ringing out and taking out two more of the pack as I realized that I was being rescued. In moments a red blur was in the clearing, gunshots ringing as the figure danced among the growling beasts and easily tearing them apart. I felt my body begin to relax, the danger fading as the beasts were torn apart. Which made me wince and clasp my ankle, as without the benefit of adrenaline, that shit fucking hurt! Finally, the last of the beasts fell to the ground, bisected cleanly in half, and I got my first good luck at my savior. She was a young girl, wearing an ensemble of black and red with a red cloak. In her hands rested a monstrous mechanical looking scythe. Black hair, silver eye-

Oh no fucking way. Some god up there is fucking with my life at my expense, because this is bullshit. Who the hell ends up in an anime? Because there's only one person who'd wield something like that.

In front of my eyes was the young figure of Ruby Rose, the "red" member and leader, or judging by all the facts in front of me soon to be leader, of Team RWBY. As I processed this, she approached me and bent down slightly to look me in the eye.

"You okay Mister? That was a lot of Beowolves, and it looks like they got you a few times!"

I blinked, slowly coming to terms with my situation, and blurting out the first thing that came to mind.

"Ah…. I don't suppose you happen to have a first aid kit in that outfit would you? Cause this actually kinda hurts. A lot."

You know those days where you feel like it's not worth getting out of bed? I would call it one of those days, except I didn't even wake up in my bed!

Author's Note: So, those of you who actually read this, I appreciate you giving it a shot. This idea has been bugging me for days, and I decided the best way to get it out would be to write it up and submit it. Yes it's a self-insert with an OC loosely based upon myself, but a few notes.

On being a Hunter: Nope. Nadda. Ain't gonna happen. As stated above, I/my OC am 18, one year beyond the initial enrollment age of Beacon. Plus, I'm in pretty good shape, but Hunters/Huntresses are in near superhuman shape, and have been training or hunting for the majority of their lives. I wouldn't stand a chance.

Aura: Yes I will have access to Aura and even a Semblance. Before you people bitch at me, it is technically the manifestation of the human(oid) soul. It just needs to be unlocked. Different world, different rules, and I plan to survive the nasty incidents. I will be doing my best to keep the Semblance to something not completely overpowered. Don't like it, don't read.

Pairings: No idea. My initial idea was to court the Malachite twins, but we'll see. No yaoi, as I'm straight, and I believe the other guys are straight from their actions throughout the series. Maybe yuri, and that's a maybe, because there's plenty of guys I can pair the girls with. I'm not romancing Nora, because I can see her killing me from exhaustion, and because I see her more with her childhood friend, No romancing Pyrrha, as she's hopelessly infatuated with blond and scraggly, and I'm not changing that. Deal with it. All the others are open season, and we'll see where it goes. I will try my hardest to prevent a harem, however, mainly as I see it as unrealistic. All of these women are forceful in personality and highly competitive, I don't see them sharing too well.

Timeline wise, purely for my sanity I'm operating under the assumption that the "Red" Trailer is an incident one year before the start of the series. Why you may ask? So I can actually get some backstory in to this instead of "Self-Insert ends up in RWBY. Goes directly into combat school with no preparation and expects to be a badass with no prior training." Hell no. As already stated, I'm not going to be a Hunter. So, I need to do something a little different, and that will take a decent amount of time.

Hmm…. That should cover the general questions. Please review, as this is my first attempt at writing, and I would like any constructive criticism. Also feel free to toss out ideas, as I may need more as time goes on. No guarantees I'll use them, but if I do I will credit you in future Author's Notes. And ask questions! Those spur thought, and I'm happy to answer. I'll generally split my Notes in two from here on, Q&A before the text, and my notes and thoughts after.

Ah… one more thing. As at least 90% of you reading this already know, the creator of this wonderful world Monty Oum passed away Feb. 2 2015. It is quite sad to hear about the early passing of such a brilliant man, and I will admit that part of why I am writing this is in homage to him and his creativity. RIP Mr. Oum, and my best wishes to his family, friends, and anyone who personally knew him.