One year ago I was sitting down at my computer, adding the finishing touches to the first chapter of May Contain Side Effects. I was ecstatic to publish it as it was story that had been on my mind for a while.

I wanted to publish it that day because, with all the fan-art being posted, I wanted to wish him a quick recovery my own way. I don't know the way of the pencil but I do know the way of the pen, or in this case the keyboard.

You probably know who I'm talking about. The creator of my favourite show and my inspiration, Monty Oum.

I finished the chapter, feeling somewhat proud, and opened the browser. When I opened Facebook I saw the words: "Rest in Peace Monty Oum". I'll never forget that moment. I covered my eyes and sat there for about an hour, just me and those words. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't, I don't know why. I wrote a small message to honour him and posted it on this site. Now that I think back to it, I probably could have done a better job, but I can't bring myself to change it anymore. This message is probably as badly written as the last one and honestly, I don't really care. I'm simply writing this as I go.

His famous words were: "Keep moving forward". And we did. Not just the community, but the Rooster Teeth crew as well. Monty may have perished, but his ideas live on in the minds of others. Most of us didn't have the pleasure to meet him, and yet he has inspired us all to create, whether it's art or literature or animations.

I think he would be proud of what his show has achieved. His legacy lives on, with a fantastic third volume and even a Japanese dub. I can safely say that he is the person I look up to the most.

Today, we raise our glasses to Monty Oum.

Thank you for everything.

The sounds of metal clashing against metal echoed through the training room. A collective gasp sounded whenever a combatant missed his opponent by just a few inches. Whenever one of the fighters lost part of his Aura, whether it was a large chunk or just a sliver, a fight started between the supporters by cheering and booing.

But today was different. The match was about to begin and yet the crowd was dead quiet. An air of suspense was going through the onlookers. Not a single student of Beacon wanted to miss this fight. One of the school's greatest fighters was going to duel one of Atlas' students. The first year students were obliged to fight at least one of the exchange students.

The silence in the arena was disrupted by two extremely excited teams.

"Kick his butt, Yang!"

"You better not make our team lose face, you oaf!"

"Pancakes!"

"Nora!"

Yang Xiao Long looked up and smiled at the cheers and antics of her teammates and friends. She promised her sister that she would win this fight and there was no way she was going to break that promise.

Her eyes locked onto her opponent, an Atlesian student that went by the name of Silber. His long silver hair almost reached his shoulder. The boy had changed from his alabaster school outfit to a black battle outfit. He donned some sort of customized military outfit, with reinforced pads along on the upper body and a white belt with multiple pouches to top it off. Not the most stylish choice in Yang's opinion, but it certainly gave enough opportunity for storage and defence.

While she wasn't particularly intimidated by her opponent, she had yet to see his weapon. Before the fight Weiss had reminded her multiple times that almost all Atlesian huntsmen were adequate Dust wielders. Yang would have to be on her guard for any surprise attacks.

She had a bad feeling about this match. Not that she was afraid of losing, no, there was something else she couldn't put her finger on.

Ember Celica unfolded over her arm, the warm metal giving her a boost of confidence. She cocked back the gauntlets and waited in a battle stance.

The buzzer echoed through the room. The match had started.

Silber drew a long, silver rifle with markings engraved from the stock to the barrel. The sleek, elegant design reminded Yang of Weiss' own Myrtenaster. It must be some kind of Atlesian thing.

Her opponent wasted no time in firing. The first shots were easy to block with her armoured gauntlets and she began to sprint forward while shielding herself. She looked up just in time to see a red energy shot rushing towards her with incredible speed.

Dodging to the right, a crater was left were she had just been standing. That was too close. It seemed the bastard had the ability to infuse his shots with Dust. Her speculations were correct when she saw the marking on his rifle glow faintly.

Two could play this game.

A cocky smirk was stretched across his face, only agitating her even more. She was going to enjoy wiping the floor with him.

Wasting no time, she reloaded Ember Celica with her long range shells. Before Silber could ready his weapon she sent a barrage of fire his way. The sudden fear in his eyes made her smirk, she had the upper hand. Using the suppressive fire to her advantage she quickly closed the distance between them.

She cocked her fist back and threw a powerful punch at his torso, only to have it blocked by Silber's weapon. The rifle seemed to have a long blade along the barrel. Of course it wasn't just a rifle, it never was.

"I've got more tricks up my sleeve." He seemed to have regained his arrogance. It only made her want to punch his smirking face in more.

They began dealing blows. The heat of the battle excited Yang; it had been too long since she had a good fight. Not that her opponent was good or anything, he was barely able to defend himself from her flurry of attacks.

He took a wild swing at her. Not bad, but far too coordinated. While he seemed like a trained fighter, he lacked the element of surprise. She easily blocked his sword and gave him roundhouse kick in return.

But all of a sudden he retorted. Yang could barely see the razor sharp blade of his sword closing in to her face! No time to block! She let herself fall backward to put as much distance between her and the sword that would have sliced her neck. That was way too close for comfort.

She had been underestimating her opponent. It appeared the silver haired boy from Atlas was more competent than she'd originally thought. He didn't waste any time while he had the upper hand. Swing after swing he threw at her, slowly driving her back across the training room floor. The onslaught of attacks drew cheers from the Atlesian crowd while the Vale students were a mess of incomprehensible shouts.

One voice stood out from the rest: "You can do it, Yang! We believe in you!"

It was Ruby, of course it was. Hearing her sister's voice gave Yang new energy. She had promised her sister that she was going to win and that was exactly what she planned to do. No one made her break a promise to her little sister, not even this prick from Atlas.

His horizontal slash aimed towards her head almost didn't faze her as she leaned back on instinct. Almost. A little strand of blonde hair floated towards the ground from the edge of his blade.

Oh, now he had crossed the line! She welcomed the fire and rage that erupted from within her with open arms. Her vision reddened as her mind focused on one thing: beating the silver haired asshole so hard in the ground that he would regret ever stepping a foot on the training floor.

Yang roared in anger. Silber squeaked in fear.

The tiles under her almost cracked as she surged forward.

She made sure to savor every little detail of Silber's frightened face before sending him flying with a well-aimed uppercut. The impact as he crashed into the ground made his bladed rifle clatter.

Her opponent was now weaponless and his aura level was nearing the red zone while hers was still half full.

As fast as she had lost the upper hand, she had regained it. She just needed one good punch to connect and she would be victorious. This was almost too easy.

In a desperate attempt to keep her fury from him, Silber opened one of his pouches and took a Dust crystal before throwing it with all his remaining strength towards her. The crystal exploded, that made the room shake and the onlookers scream in surprise. Yang got a fist full of Dust which was burned off immediately by the sheer heat emanating from her body.

His attempt at taking her out with Dust was definitely brave, but just as stupid.

Yang exploded. What could have been described as a raging bonfire escalated in an erupting volcano.

Losing herself completely in her semblance, she surged forward again. The ground beneath her cracked and loose pieces of stone and dust were instantly reduced to ashes. Her brain was focused on ending the match and her opponent as fast as possible.

Silber tried to slither away, but to no avail. She was on him immediately.

Before he could even think about surrendering, he crashed into the back wall of the training ground courtesy of a sucker punch delivered by the goddess of fire and destruction herself.

A noise was heard through the room, indicating the end of the match. Yang had won. Not that it was unexpected, but ecstasy flooded through her veins nonetheless.

The students of Beacon exploded in applause. Pride filled Yang up as her teammates cheered louder than everyone else. Her baby sister had a huge grin on her face and even Weiss' usually stoic composure seemed to have been thrown out of the window. She sent Blake a wink which made the raven haired girl look away shyly.

It may have been a simple training match, every victory against a student from the other academies was a victory for the whole school. The fact that she had succeeded in wiping that stupid smirk off the Atlesian student made it even better.

A groan escaped Yang's lips as she let herself fall onto hard wood. How could Beacon afford massive training rooms but didn't bother placing more comfortable benches was beyond her. The least they could have done was providing some damn pillows! She could hear professor Port's voice echo in her head: "A hunter or huntress must always be prepared to live under the harshest circumstances!" Did that include their locker room as well?

She sighed happily as she stretched her legs, feeling the kinks in her muscles smoothen out slowly. For once she was glad she didn't have training the next day, her body was going to be extremely sore. It seemed that Dust explosion had done a bigger number on her then she had originally thought.

Yup, a shower was going to do her wonders. She couldn't wait to feel the cold water cascading over her skin. She groaned again as she realized that she still had to change out of her combat gear. If it wasn't for Ember Celica and her leather vest she wouldn't have bothered undressing.

She kicked her locker open and began unstrapping her gauntlets, which was difficult because the leather straps were worn and soaked in sweat. Reminding herself to take Ember Celica to maintenance, she stored them inside her locker before taking out a water bottle.

Her throat felt incredibly dry, a side effect of extensive use of her semblance, but nothing some gulps of fresh, cool water couldn't fix. The bottle cap rolled over the floor and she began gulping the liquid down generously. The liquid felt like a blessing after the fight, effectively cooling her off.

Suddenly her body didn't cool down anymore. No, her temperature was increasing exponentially!

"W-what's happening?" Yang groaned. Her head felt light.

She had to lean against her open locker, desperately fighting to stay conscious. She thought she was about to lose, when all of a sudden something escalated inside her body. Her stomach began to make flips and she felt like she was falling.

The sensations lessened and she was able to think straight again. She looked around the locker room when her breathing suddenly hitched.

Everything was… growing! The locker room was rapidly expanding around her. The lockers were reaching the heights of buildings. Even the stupid benches were becoming immense in size.

Her mind came to a grinding halt.

The room wasn't growing. No, it was much worse than that. She was shrinking!

The bottle outgrew her hand and before she knew it, it was bigger than her. She feared that she was going to shrink into nothingness.

Luckily the transformation stopped before that was the case. She compared her height in the reflection of the water to the height of the bottle. She felt dizzy when she realized she was only about two inches tall!

Her mind started racing as questions poured inside her head.

What could have caused this? Did someone do this to her? Was she attacked in the locker room? Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized her assailant might still be in the room. She quickly looked around but there wasn't a soul to be found.

Or maybe… maybe it was the Dust crystal Silber had thrown at her? Yang had never heard about a Dust with transformation properties, let alone shrinking. Although, now that she thought about it, the crystal did look unfamiliar.

Whatever the case, she wouldn't find any answers here. She needed to somehow get out of the locker room and find someone who could help her. Her sister came first to mind. She might not be able to help Yang but at least she would be safe with Ruby.

While Yang wasn't overly worried about the predicament she was in, she did realize she was incredibly vulnerable at this size. Even the water bottle she had been chugging water from it just a moment ago could kill her if it fell down!

She needed to get down from her spot inside her locker first, otherwise she wouldn't be able to get anywhere. She ran up to the ledge of the shelf only to find that the drop was dizzyingly deep. There was no way she would survive the fall if she jumped. She needed something to get down safely, but the only things on top of the shelf were her water bottle and Ember Celica.

The now massive yellow gauntlets looked awesome from her perspective! In fact, almost everything looked so much cooler and, as Pyrrha would say it, grander than before! She stared in awe at the huge metal plates and her mind couldn't even fathom that she used to wear, let alone use, these weapons of mass destruction.

But even though Ember Celica was much bigger than before, it still wouldn't help her get down. She went over her options. She could try to push the water bottle over and try sliding down the water trail, but that seemed reckless even to her standards. She could try climbing inside Ember Celica and ride it down the locker to cushion her fall, but she doubted she could lift one of the hunks of metal.

She walked closer.

An idea popped up in her head. She could try to climb inside her gauntlet and activate the firing mechanism. The knockback would send it flying out of the locker, at least she hoped it would. Yes, it was perfect! Even the angle was just right, the barrel of her weapon was aimed towards the back wall of her metal prison.

This plan might not be the safest, what other option did she have? The water bottle was a bust and she couldn't carry the gauntlets. And to be fair, who was she to turn down a chance to take a ride in her own weapon?

Yang checked if her aura still worked in her shrunken state. If it didn't, then a few bruises or some broken bones would be the least of her worries. A faint warmth inside her proved that it did indeed still work. The question was did she still have enough to shield her from the fall?

A faint booming in the background startled Yang out of her train of thought. She crept closer to the edge and spied outside the locker. The locker room was still as empty as before. And yet, she knew something was moving.

Something big.

The sound increased in volume fast. Whatever it was, it was coming towards her! She stumbled away from the edge. While she didn't know what it was, every fibre in her body screamed run and hide.

The booms that made the metal of the locker tremble under her reminded her of one thing: Grimm Goliaths.

While she had only seen the beasts from a distance, their massive size had made their immense power clear to her. She wasn't sure she would be able to survive an encounter with one of the monsters, let alone be able to beat it. Not in the state she was in.

Panic. While her transformation had made her feel nervous before, it was still leagues away from the sheer fear she was experiencing now. Hiding spot, she needed a hiding spot!

Abandoning all her curiosity as to what the thing approaching was, she dived inside Ember Celica. The insides were still damp from her sweat, but she couldn't care less at the moment.

With a pounding heart Yang waited. What if it looked around the locker room? What even was it? If it was in fact a Grimm, could it smell her?

Thank Dust she hid in her gauntlet. The musky scent of her sweat would camouflage her from any sense of smell, while the darkness around her hid her from vision.

The thing didn't leave. With every passing second Yang become more nervous. Did it know she was here?

"Yang?"

The powerful voice shook the locker around her. The world slowed down around her. It had spoken. More so, it had said her name! Whatever was looking for her, it was not a Grimm as she had feared.

"Are you here?"

Yang felt everything vibrate slightly around her. She had a hard time recognizing the voice through the thick padding of her gauntlets. The voice sounded vaguely familiar.

The booming footsteps came closer. Yang's breath hitched. It didn't matter if it was a Faunus or a human, she didn't really want to be found. Not while she was this vulnerable.

The person spoke again. This time they didn't call for her, it sounded like they were muttering to themselves. "She must have already left for the dorm. Strange, it isn't like her to hurry away after a match."

Yang heard everything they had said crystal clear. The close proximity made it possible for her to distinguish their voice. They definitely sounded feminine.

The heavenly sounds soothed her ears.

That's when it hit her. This wasn't any woman. This was the soft, angelic voice that was able to make her heart flutter every time she heard it. She could hit herself over the head, how had she not recognized it sooner?

If the woman was who she thought it was, it would be safe for her to come out. Yet she remained cautious, as she started inching closer towards the light. She poked her head out of the gauntlet.

The woman had her back turned towards her. A waterfall of raven black hair cascaded down her back. Yang would recognize those long strands of beauty anywhere, even without the little black bow on top of the head.

Blake!

Yang was always happy when she saw her partner and recent girlfriend, now she was ecstatic! She didn't mind being found, on the contrary she wanted Blake to see her. She was sure Blake would be able to help her. She only needed to grab the girl's attention. She climbed onto the cold metal floor of the shelf, hastily making her way towards her friend. It was clear to her that Blake hadn't noticed her yet and if she didn't hurry the girl might leave without her!

As she feared, the distance between Blake and her expanded slowly. Blake started to walk away from the locker.

"Blake! Wai-!"

Her voice was cut off as she lost control of her legs. Somehow she had managed to get her leg stuck in one of Ember Celica's straps. How incredibly stupid of her.

The edge came closer at rapid speed, she couldn't stop herself anymore! Her tiny body tumbled over the edge. Yang screamed as she plumaged towards her demise.

That's when she noticed a black cloth entering her vision and approaching her at rapid pace. Instinctively she swung her arms wildly, trying to grab onto what might be her last chance of survival.

She screamed in pain as she felt her arms almost getting ripped off. Her hands had been able to grab the cloth. Luckily for her the last remnants of her aura had lessened the strain on her arms otherwise she would have let go.

The agony in her arms and hands slowly lessened, making her able to observe her surroundings.

Her breath got stuck in her throat as she realized where she was.

She was hanging on one of Blake's coattails. The sheer enormity of her girlfriend was completely overwhelming. The distance between her and the floor was dazzling her. Her mind had a hard time imagining just how big Blake was, at least from her standpoint.

A red blush crept over her cheeks as she looked up, giving her a good view from her girlfriend's beautiful curves. Even though the two of them were dating and Blake probably wouldn't mind, Yang still looked away. She didn't want to ogle her derriere like some kind of pervert.

Besides she had more urgent things at hand than admiring her partner's body. Blake seemed to have heard her thanks to her enhanced Faunus hearing. She quickly turned around. A little too quickly in Yang's opinion. The little girl had to hang on for dear life to her lifeline. Testing her luck again by letting go seemed like a really bad idea. Yang was begging all that was mighty for Blake to stop, she was getting nauseous.

As if the gods had heard her plea, the rapid motion stopped. Blake must have thought she was imagining things and began to make her way towards the hall. She was still unaware of Yang's distraught situation.

Yang knew she had to make her girlfriend notice her somehow but she was too busy making sure she held onto the fabric that stood between her and certain death. Yelling up to Blake seemed like a really bad idea at the moment. She didn't want her spinning around again as long as she wasn't safe from falling. Why didn't Blake's jacket have some kind of belt for her to strap into? Would that have been too easy?

Wrapping her arms tightly in the thick fabric she managed to get herself into a somewhat secure position. She began gathering air in her lungs, getting ready to shout as loud as she possible could.

Unfortunately, just as she was ready to scream her head off Blake entered the main hallway towards their dormitory. It seemed Yang had used up all her luck during her match and her fall from the locker. Blake definitely wouldn't be able to hear her in the bustle. Besides, the last thing she wanted was someone else noticing her. The thought alone about unspeakable things they could do to her made her stomach churn.

Loud voices protruded her ears as hordes of students passed them by. She wanted to cover those ears but realized she couldn't. Hopefully it wouldn't take long for them to reach their dorm.

If she was honest with herself, she was starting to enjoy clinging on to Blake. The impressive steps her girlfriend took shook Yang up and down. It felt like a ride from an amusement park. Blake the giant amusement park. Yang snickered at her own ridiculous ideas.

Her joy was short lived however. They passed an open classroom just as students inside were dismissed. A flood of students sped past Blake, who tried to dodge them. The wind and motion was making it very hard for Yang to hold on.

Suddenly one of the students bumped hard against Blake's hip.

Yang felt her arms slip out of the black velvet!

With a scream she fell towards the ground. She tried to use her aura as a shield, but she didn't nearly have enough. This was it, she was done for. Even if the fall didn't kill her, then the hordes of students stomping around would.

She closed her eyes and waited for the impact. But the clap failed to happen.

Instead she felt herself slide down a smooth slope before hitting a hard surface with a thump. Strange, she could still feel every part of her body. How was she not dead?

She opened her eyes, curious as to where she was. What made her even more confused was the fact that, wherever she was, it was almost pitch black. Only a few rays of light shone down from the top. She must have slid inside something, but what?

Yang began to feel around. The surface was made of rubber. A slightly musky odor invaded her nose, reminding her of her feet after a long day of training.

Her mind came to a grinding halt. Completely enclosed? Rubber surface? Feet?

Yang was inside someone's shoe!

The faint clacking of wood against stone could be heard under her made her assume it was a girl.

Something bumped against the outside of the shoe, making Yang lose her balance and roll towards the front of the shoe!

Just as she was about to get up a giant foot, clad in nylon, pinned her down. Luckily for her, the girl wearing the shoe appeared to have soft soles which didn't squish her.

To her despair, she realized she couldn't breathe under the mass of flesh. Great, if she wasn't crushed by the enormous foot, she would be suffocated by it. What a way to go.

She involuntarily took a sniff of the foot's odor and was surprised it didn't smell as unpleasant as she had feared. Was that a hint of lavender?

Outside, Blake was annoyed. Somebody had rudely bumped into her and hadn't even apologized. The nerve of some people! On top of that, something had gotten its way inside her shoe. She couldn't really stop in the crowded halls, so she would have to wait until she was at her dorm to check out what it was.

The girl increased her pace. The sooner she got out of this crowd and that thing out of her boot, the better. If someone would somehow tell her that it was in fact her girlfriend rolling under her foot, she would think they would be ripe for the mental hospital.

Inside the boot, Yang was having a hard time. Yes, she was able to breathe again, but she couldn't say she enjoyed getting stepped on. When she had thoughts of having a girl on top, she certainly hadn't imagined this.

All she could was lie down and pray that the girl would reach her destination soon.

Several minutes of being manhandled by a giant foot later, Yang was getting hot and sweaty. Wherever the girl was going, she wanted to get there fast. While that was a good thing for Yang, it did mean that the temperature inside the shoe was rising. The humid air was getting difficult to breathe.

All of a sudden the movement stopped. Having lost all sense of orientation, Yang had no idea where they were. Where they in the girl's dorm? Where they even still in the school? A scary idea popped up in her mind: what if the girl hadn't noticed her and wasn't going to take off her shoe?

Her train of thought was interrupted as the colossal foot began to withdraw from the shoe. The gods had listened to her prayers!

Light began to shine down from the opening onto her. A cool draft blew her golden hairs out of her sweat covered face.

Her whole world shifted and she rolled towards the heel of the boot. With a soft thud she hit the back wall. She was too tired to even try to stand up. Relief filling her chest, she stared at what was unmistakably the ceiling of a dorm room.

Two striking golden eyes filled her entire vision. Her chest was filled with shock and euphoria. She had feared she would never see those two orbs of perfection ever again.

"Blake?"

"Y-Y-Yang?"

A/N:

Greetings my dearest readers,

It's very late, so I'll keep this brief.

It's been a while, I know, and I'm very sorry for the delay.

I decided to make the one shot a two shot, because it was simply becoming too long. I blame it on the fight scene in the beginning.

I won't be making promises about my upload dates anymore because it seems I keep breaking them. In Monty's name I will try to write more often.

My apologies if I seem a bit straightforward, but I'm a little emotional and tired at the moment, you can probably guess why.

Last but not least, I can't thank you guys enough for reaching over 100 followers on MCSE!

Please review, follow and favorite or you'll be next one to get trapped under Blake's foot.

DragonSlayer out!