Well guys, this is it. Ten chapters and 46 scenarios later, and we're finally ready to put the final nail into the coffin that is RWBY's plot. I'll be honest, even I'm surprised by the amount of ideas I've managed to pull out; like I said, a number of times, I was writing something down before I came up with something else similar to it. And this story discounts things other users on this site or DeviantArt came up with.

After this, I'll finally be able to tick this story over to 'Completed,' and not have to worry too much about it. With that out of the way, on to the final endings.

Yang sent Junior flying across the room with a swift punch, breaking several glass fixtures as he flew before colliding with the ground. The blonde smirked as the crowd around her began to panic, scattering every way they could as they looked for the nearest exits, pushing past armed men moving in to apprehend the girl causing a ruckus. As the party-goers got off the dance floor and the men surrounded the girl, Yang jumped into the air and punched down on the ground, kicking everyone else into the air. One such victim of the attack tumbled across the ground, pulling his phone out of his pocket, quickly pressing in the numbers.

As the guards got back up and the man neared the exit, the woman on the other end of his phone answered. "911, please state your emergency."

Once more, Junior was sent flying, this time out of the windows of his club before he collided with the cold, hard pavement leading to it. He let out one last groan before passing out, hearing the sound of footsteps as a man reached for his collar, feeling his pulse. Yang stepped out of the remains of the bar, rolling her shoulders as she cracked her neck, smiling to herself as the man spoke up. "VCPD!" He called out, slipping his gun out of his holster.

"Relax boys." Yang said, putting up her hands before pointing at Junior. "That criminal won't be bothering-"

A shot rang out through the streets as the man put a bullet where Yang's foot was about to fall, the piece of lead leaving a small, hot hole in the ground as Yang stopped in her tracks. Her red eyes, now cooled to purple, looked across the group of policemen, all of them clicking their safeties off, aiming at her.

"Hands in the air!" The officer yelled, keeping his gun trained on the blonde as he moved in.

"Guys-guys!" Yang began, looking between all the officers as they moved in to surround her. "This-this is all just a big misunderstand-"

"We received a call about a violent girl matching your description assaulting this bar's owner." The lead officer explained, as one of his men got in close enough to grab Yang's wrist, quickly flicking the golden cuff off of it.

"Wai-what?!" Yang stuttered out as the man grabbed her other wrist, once more flicking her weapon off of it.

"These look like custom made wrist mounted guns." The officer said, snapping a pair of silver cuffs across the blonde's wrists.

"That's what I thought." The lead officer said, looking Yang straight in the eye. "You are under arrest for under-aged drinking, assault and battery, destruction of property, and if that is anything to go by," He pointed behind himself at the man lying unconscious on the pavement. "Attempted murder."

"G-guys, guys, you got it all wrong." Yang said as she was guided to the car. "I-I know this looks bad, but he's a-he's a crime boss. He broke the law long before I did." She was pushed into the back seat, before the door slammed shut besides her, leaving her to press up against the glass as the policemen got ready to drive off. "You don't understand! I'm looking for my mom, that makes it okay for me to break the law!" The police car drove down the road as Yang called out, "I'm not a bad person!"

"Do you know that girl?" A police officer asked a red-haired girl watching the arrest transpire.

"No." She answered all too quickly.

-Or-

Jaune stared up at the sword and shield hanging from his wall, the metal of each shining in the sunlight in spite of their age. The blade looked as sharp as it had ever been, and the shield held not a dent. Surrounding the weapons were pictures of their past wielders, moving from paintings to monochrome photographs to full color pictures. Each one looked brave and daring, with chiseled features lining their faces, as though each were hand sculpted by artists of the highest caliber. The young boy's eyes sparkle as he looked up at the weapons hanging from the wall, imagining their weight in his hands as he'd cleave through dark, monstrous flesh, saving damsels and villages from hordes upon hordes of unrelenting monsters. He imagined the way his heart would pound, adrenaline pouring into his veins as he jumped at the giant beast, his hair pushed back by its mighty roar, with burning saliva flying at him as he descended to its throat, intending to cut its heart out from the inside. He imagined the legacy he could build and continue if he took up that blade, wielded by his father, and his father's father, and his father's father's father.

He imagined being a hero.

He looked down the hall, seeing the door to his father's study ajar, and took one last look at the weapons on the wall before nodding to himself, making up his mind before scampering down the hall. He lightly tapped on the door, before his father's voice asked, "Yes?"

"Hey, dad." Jaune began, pushing the door open with his small arms.

"Yes, what is it, son?"

"I… I want to be like you." Jaune said. "I want to be a huntsman, I want to be a hero."

"Why, Jaune, surely you realize how dangerous a job that is." His father said, standing up from his chair. "I've seen many a hunter lose their lives to the Grimm, even more so to the bandits and the corrupt."

"I know," Jaune nodded. "But never an Arc. Great Granddad was a huntsman, and so was grandad and you. You were all heroes." Jaune looked down, fiddling with his shirt. "I… I want to be a hero like you…"

"Well then," Mr. Arc began, gently caressing his only son's shoulder. "We'll have a lot to cover. Suppose it's best to start early."

Jaune's eyes shined like stars as his father lead him out of the room, explaining how he would train him in swordsmanship and combat, in strategy and bravery, and in Aura and Semblance. From there, Jaune learned everything he could from his school and his family, training alongside his sisters for years before, at age 17, Beacon Academy accepted his perfectly legitimate and not at all fabricated transcripts.

-Or-

Ironwood leaned back in his chair, sipping on the hot and sweet cup of coffee as he read over his scientists' reports of their weapons projects, along with security notes of the most likely way the intruders broke in and stole them. As he was making note of the unique shatter patterns of the glass windows, indicating they were broken from the inside of the casing, his scroll started vibration. Setting his mug down, he took in a breath of coffee scented air as he picked it up, seeing Ozpin's avatar before answering. "Ozpin?"

"Ironwood, good to hear from you, old friend." Ozpin stated, attempting to flatter the general. He was in a good mood, and Ironwood knew that couldn't mean anything good for him; though he vastly preferred this to Ozpin's usual snarks at his position. "I was just calling to let you know that Qrow and Raven have reported in."

"About time." Ironwood grumbled. He could count the number of times the Branwens did their job on a single hand and was starting to wonder if they even knew what spies were, or how they're supposed to report to him, not the other way around.

"I'll keep this brief." Ozpin stated at the other end. "Qrow believes that he and Raven have found Salem's location, placing it somewhere on the uninhabited continent."

"It took us this long to think she might be there?" Ironwood snarked.

"Anyway," Ozpin began, sounding agitated for the first time Ironwood could remember. "This can be ground breaking information, and I need to request the usage of one of your students."

"Why?"

"To go undercover, of course." Ozpin stated. "They will work their way into Salem's inner circle-"

"I highly doubt an elder Grimm would have any reason or desire to employ the help of humans."

"-And gain her trust, learning about her plan." Ozpin continued, as if Ironwood said nothing. "They shall report back to me, and I shall use this knowledge on Salem's plans to device a counter-"

"Okay, here's a question:" Ironwood began, cutting his friend off. "Why don't we just nuke the place?"

"What?"

"Why don't we just blow it up?" Ironwood stated. "I'm the general of the most technologically advanced kingdom on Remnant. I can have my men build a missile that we can easily use to destroy her and all the Grimm on that continent. Kill her in one quick move."

"Th-that… That could never work." Ozpin sputtered, and Ironwood could hear him waving the idea away. "What would we even use to create such a blast?"

"How's about Remnant's naturally forming energy propellant?" Ironwood suggested, bringing up a finger Ozpin couldn't see. "Mined by a large company whom provide a majority of said Dust to the world and has provided Dust to the military before, such as with our Aura transfer devices and android designs. Going boom is kinda what Dust does best."

"But we still don't know if she's actually there!" Ozpin stated. "Qrow only theorized-"

"Then we send a spy drone over really quick and see what they pick up." Ironwood suggested further. "If they find any structures that Salem could be hiding in, we nuke the place. If they don't, we keep looking."

"And how do we know the Dust bomb will kill her?"

"… Ozpin, old friend," Ironwood began. "Using Dust to kill Grimm is kinda what hunters do all the time. It's literally the first known use of Dust. Do you really think that Salem could be able to withstand such a blast?"

"… Yeah, okay, you're right." Ozpin stated. "I'll send Qrow out to search the place further and see what he comes back with. You get started on the bomb."

"Of course." Ironwood stated.

"Now then," Salem began, addressing the collection on individuals before her, scattered about her long table. "I have gathered you all here because we all share one key trait; the desire for the destruction of this world. Maybe we have suffered wrongly at the hands of others, maybe we are filled with malicious intent or a craving for power. Regardless, I have gathered you all-"

"Uh, yeah, sorry," Tyrian began, raising his hand. "I'd love to talk about the destruction of the world all day," He pointed out the window behind Salem, raising his eyebrows. "But what's that?"

Salem turned around, seeing before her a giant mound of metal, not so much flying as it was falling towards them. Her eyes widened as she made out the symbol of Atlas engraved on it, quickly realizing that it could only be one thing as it flew towards her, faster than any Grimm could counter. "Oh shit."

Tyrian chuckled as the bomb closed in, looking about the table. "Now this is fu-"

*KABOOM!*

-Or-

Ozpin pressed a few keys on the screen before the pod let out a click, sealing the Fall Maiden inside as he turned to look at the rest of the group, visibly nervous for once. "Well, men," Ozpin began. "Amber's in critical condition, and I have reason to believe that if she dies, the remnants of the power left within her shall seek out whoever did this to her." He gestured to the piping connected to the machine, leading to another pod. "For this reason, I have had Ironwood build a device that could transfer her Aura to another candidate. This new Maiden shall reclaim Amber's powers and put a stop to Salem's evil plans." He looked across the room, at the only three people in his group. "So, I want you all to make a list of your most experienced fighters and decide who shall-"

"Hey, Oz," Ironwood began, raising his robotic arm to gain his friend's attention. "My men are currently working on a project to produce an android fully capable of generating Aura."

"Yeah," Ozpin began, "So?"

"I've got a better idea." Ironwood began.

Cinder ran down the streets, shooting out blasts of fire behind her as Emerald and Mercury jumped between cars, firing back blasts at the android hunting them down. The robot lifted its hand, freezing the bullets in place, snuffing out the flames with a gust of wind as it hovered after them. It pulled its other arm back, unfolding a long sword that ignited with electricity, before firing off its hand at the raven-haired villain. Cinder attempted to melt it, only for the wind to pick up around the make-shift grappling hook, allowing it to pass through unharmed before grabbing Cinder by the collar, pulling her back in.

"Give me back my powers, you bitch!" Amber's voice yelled out from its metal casing as she struck forward, intending to cut the woman in half

-Or-

"And that is my plan." Salem finished explaining to the group of people in front of her, each looking between each other as she did so. "But in order to do that, I need all of you; humans who wish to stand against their kingdoms and bring them down. You shall be my knights, racing into battle. Together, we shall defeat Ozpin, defeat the kingdoms, defeat this world and all who stand against us." She narrowed her glowing red eyes, smirking as she stepped forward, illuminating her dark features in the pail light of the moon hanging in the blood red sky. "Any questions?"

There were silent murmurs around the group she spoke towards, each looking between the others and themselves before one stepped forwards, raising his hand high, with a smirk plastered across his face. "I have one." Tyrian began before leaning forwards, swinging his arms out as his face quickly turned more aggressive. "Why would we want to work with you?!"

"Because you are enemies of your kingdoms," Salem began, "You all hate humanity almost as much as I do, and-"

"Yeah, I get all that," Tyrian growled, looking back at the group behind him. "But why would we want to work for a Grimm!?" He turned around, pointing towards a tall, masculine man. "Hazel, you want to join her because Oz-pinhead got your sister killed in a training mission, right?"

The man named Hazel nodded as Tyrian narrowed his eyes. "Well who do you think your sister was fighting against?" Hazel's eyes darted about in their sockets for a moment before Tyrian swung his arm back, gesturing to Salem. "Her! Your sister was fighting Grimm, your sister was killed by Grimm! And even if she wasn't, would your sister really want you to side with the enemy to all humans and Faunus alike just because of your grudge?"

Hazel's fingers wrapped around his beard as Tyrian pointed towards a well-dressed man. "Watts, I don't know what your deal is, but I assume you're a doctor or scientist or something, right?" The doctor nodded. "You're a man of science and logical reason, right?" Once more, the doctor nodded before Tyrian gestured towards Salem. "Well, what logical or scientific reason could you have for siding with the literal devil!? What could you possible gain that would require you to become one of her lackies?"

The doctor's fingers wrapped around his chin as well before Tyrian gestured to Cinder. "And you," Tyrian began, rolling his wrist. "You want power, you want to be feared, I get that, that's fine. But if you side with her," He once more gestured to Salem, narrowing his golden eyes. "You will be doing her dirty work. It won't be you who's powerful, or you who's feared, it will be her, and she wouldn't need to do a damn thing." Cinder wrapped her own fingers around her chin, thinking over what Tyrian was saying. "Is that what you want, to be someone's lacky? The woman taking orders instead of the woman giving them?"

"And as for me," He began, turning to face the devil once more as she narrowed her eyes and gnashed her teeth at him, audibly hissing. "I admit, I'm crazy, utterly mad. I want nothing more than to hurt people. I'm a criminal lunatic, but I'm a Mistralian criminal lunatic! I'd never side with Grimm like you!"

"You dare defy me!" Salem growled as the Grimm outside her window grew restless, clawing at the class, trying to dig their way in. "Need I remind you where you are!? I can kill you at a moments notice!"

"But that's why you wanted us," Tyrian said, unfolding his weapons as he and the rest of the group took a fighting stance. "We're the best of the worst!"

"I shall take the Nevermores and Goliaths!" Hazel proclaimed, jamming lightning crystals into his arms.

"Leave the Beowolves and Ursi to me and my toys." Watts stated, flicking his wrist, producing an array of weapons from his sleeve.

"I'll take the Griffons, Seers, and Giests." Cinder said, clicking her bow together.

"Then I'll take everything else." Tyrian boasted, glaring at Salem. "Including you!"

-Or-

"And that is why I need you." Salem concluded her explanation of the plan to the raven-haired woman, who nodded to her new master. Salem slid a map across the table between them, several areas already marked on it as Cinder unfolded it. "I've taken the liberty of making notes of potential allies that could help you in this endeavor, though getting them to cooperate is all on you. Once you have the Maiden powers, move out to Mistral and await further instructions."

"Got it." Cinder nodded, pocketing the map into her cleavage as she stood up.

"One last thing," The Grimm-woman stated, catching Cinder as she left. "While your Maiden powers will be great, they have but one weakness that I fear shall be your undoing." Cinder turned to lock her amber eyes with Salem's red, dead eyes. "Beware anyone with silver eyes. In the entire history of Remnant, there have been no greater warriors than them."

Cinder felt her eye twitch above her smirk as she looked down at the student of Beacon, who had collided with her as the red-haired girl raced down the hall. The girl, who identified herself as Ruby, rubbed her head as Emerald helped her up, and Cinder caught another flash of silver in her eyes as her henchmen greeted her, the same girl who had nearly foiled her and Roman's robbery all those months prior.

"Oh, you're here for the festival, aren't you?" Ruby asked, and Cinder couldn't tell whether the girl was on to her or not. If she was, she was good at hiding it; if she wasn't, she was an idiot. "But exchange students have their own dormitories."

"Guess we got turned around." Mercury stated as he and Emerald walked passed the girl, leaving Cinder behind the two as the woman suppressed the urge to incinerate the girl where she stood, snuffing out the flame behind her back.

"Your building's just east of here." Ruby stated as Cinder hurried to catch up with her group, the clicking of her heals failing to mute Ruby's voice. "Welcome to Beacon!"

"Yes, thank you." Cinder said back quickly before leaning into her henchmen's ears, whispering through gritted teeth with narrowed eyes, "There's been a slight change in plans."

Ruby fell onto the cold, icy floor that was the Vytal Festival Arena, still clutching the bullet wounds along her side as her weapon fell next to her, almost cracking the ice as she felt her breath growing shallower and shallower. The white clouds and the blue sky began to blur together, and she could barely make out the sound of her sister's panicked voice as the fight came to a screeching halt. The pink haired man looked about confused, glancing up at Ruby's depleted Aura meter before looking down at the weapon in his hand, as if only then realizing it fired bullets or that she was so low on Aura as Ruby struggled to keep her eyes open.

"Stay with me, sis." She could barely hear Yang crying out as the paramedics rolled in. "Stay with me!"

"Yang, I…" Ruby began, almost taking her hand off the bullet holes, before pushing it back down as the blood stained her clothes. "I feel really… Really tired."

"Rubes, don't go out on me." Yang cried as her sister was moved onto the stretcher. "Don't pass out on me, you hear!?"

"We need to move her to a hospital." One of the medics stated as she and her partner lifted up the stretcher. "She's already lost a lot of blood."

The two doctors moved out of the stadium, into the ship parked conveniently close by, and allowed it to sail off towards the nearest hospital. The ship's pilot, a raven-haired woman with amber eyes, smirked as her co-pilot's eyes changed colors, one pink, the other brown, before the co-pilot stood up. Her outfit broke away like glass, flying off of her with each step like ashes in the wind as she pulled out a syringe, flicking the needle as she approached the wounded student.

She smiled maliciously as she stabbed the needle into the young girl, injecting its black liquid into her.

That is the story of how Ruby Rose died.

-But this is how it really really should have ended-

"Well, yond dost 't, brother." God Oum stated as he let the orbs sink down from the Heavens towards the world he and his brother created. "The gifts for our greatest creation have been did complete."

"Doth thou bethink they wilt like the Relic of Destruction?" His brother asked, a shadow of a smile visible on his glowing face, burning with dying red fires as he recalled all the work he put into his relics.

"I'm sure they wilt love 't." Oum stated, for even he was left to marvel at the explosions and disintegration his brother could produce. "Though I wager the Relic of Choice shalt art their minion."

"Not as long as they hast 't, 't shalt not" The brother joked.

Oum chuckled at his brother's remark before turning to face the dying fire that was his brother, reaching out for his hand. "Cometh anon, brother, 't is time to wend"

Instead of accepting his hand, his brother looked back down at the Earth with a confused expression before looking back at his brother, raising an eyebrow left invisible on the glowing silhouette. "I am my most humble apology, but doth thou not forget something?"

Oum was silent for a moment, contemplating with his infinite wisdom what his brother could possibly be referring to before addressing him. "Nay, I doeth not believeth so."

"'T, uh," The brother began, gesturing down towards Remnant beneath them. "'T hath to doth with mine last creation."

"The humans?" Oum asked, brushing his cosmos of a hand aside as he shook his head. "Nay, nay, we just did finish the Gifts to Sir, and-"

"Nay, not yond." The God of Darkness stated. "Yond which I designed 'ere we did do the humans."

Oum stared on with a blank expression as his brother narrowed his eyes before the God of Light finally spoke. "I am drawing a blank, brother."

"The Grimm!" His brother yelled, throwing his arms to the side to gesture to Remnant. "Shouldst not we doeth something about the Grimm!?"

"Nah, I bethink they hast 't under control." Oum stated, only exasperating his brother further. "I cullionly, wherefore doth thou bethink we needeth to doth aught about those creatures?"

"How about the fact yond all the Grimm wot is death and destruction!" The Dark God argued. "The Grimm wilt nev'r wot teen, nor pity, nor remorse, nor fear, nor hunger, nor thirst, nor death for they art death. The Grimm wilt cease at nothing to ensure the humans and Faunus down below art extinct. Doth thou not bethink we shouldst doth something to ensure our last passion projects hast a chance at survival?"

Oum hummed to himself, stroking his star-lit chin before he spoke. "Art thou suggesting we did put one mortal in charge of defeating these beasts and their queen? And force those folk to possess children each timeth they kicketh the bucket shouldst they fail?"

"Us nay!" His brother yelled. "I am suggesting we did lie-to our god-powers to remove the Grimm from existence."

Oum was silent for a moment as he looked down at Remnant, seeing a group of Grimm beginning to close in on a group of humans, and quickly saw his brother's point as he looked back at the Dark God. "Can… Can we yea doth yond?"

"Thou art creation," The Dark God began, outstretching his hand to his brother. "And I destruction. Together, thither is nought we cannot accomplish."

Oum took his brother's hand, and in an instant, there was a blinding flash of light that raced across the world. Before anyone knew what was going on, the Grimm were gone, not even a bone left to remember them by, and the world was quiet and serene as the humans and Faunus looked about, trying to reason what had happened as the two gods released the other's hand.

"Thou at each moment wast the cunning one, Caddeter." Oum said as he turned toward the bright blue sky. "Anon cometh, thither is a universe of stars and worlds worth exploration."

And so the two gods left, leaving their races to build their own civilizations across the globe, free of the threat of giant monsters that wished to do nothing more than kill them because that's all they were. Millions of years later, a young girl walked out of the junior police academy, holding her books under her arm as she looked up at the bright blue sky that the gods once called home, ready for whatever adventure tomorrow might bring. She saw her sister pull up on her police bike, dressed in her uniform before giving her sister a ride to the precinct, where she would meet her new partner and, in time, friend.

- Can someone explain to me why we were supposed to route for Yang during her trailer? I admit I'm a little biased against her, but she assaulted a man to get information out of him, started a brawl when he couldn't – not didn't, couldn't – and undoubtedly injured numerous people for doing their job of trying to remove a violent customer. Even if Junior was a mob boss, Yang was still breaking several laws. Hell, Junior doesn't even need to call the cops on her, one of the party goers could have.

- It's almost as if it creates a massive plot hole if you don't establish that Jaune's parents didn't want him to be a Hunter. Seriously, if Jaune really wanted to be a Hunter, why didn't he tell his parents and get training from them, or even go to a standard combat school. It's not that hard to think of. Here's a fun little anecdote about me: During my second year in high school, I went on a tour of a school called Tolles, became interested in their Automotive Technology program, and decided that's what I wanted to do with my life in spite of the fact that all I knew about cars was that when the press the pedal, it goes vroom. Instead of cheating my way into college courses, I attended Tolles and began building up on the skills, learning in class and putting in work ethic during lab time. I became my teacher's favorite student because of it. It's not too hard to assume Jaune could do the same, especially since Ren and Nora were orphans living outside the Kingdom, and Qrow and Raven came from a bandit tribe. They didn't need to cheat their way in, so why does Jaune?

- Crazy thought, but what if Ozpin's spies actually did their job? Seriously, Qrow, it's your job to report to Ironwood, not the other way around. And once they know where Salem's base is, it'd be pretty easy to beat her, all you'd need to do is drop a big bomb on her.

- I actually got this idea from a friend of mine in the RWDE tag on tumblr, who pointed out that they could have easily transferred the Maiden powers into a robot body, seeing as they could produce a robot capable of generating Aura. There isn't anything stopping them from doing so as far as we're told. I'll tell you the same thing I told them. 'Forget why they didn't think of that, why didn't I think of that?'

- I can honestly see absolutely no reason for anyone to join Salem. Like, seriously, what do they gain from it? Salem is an elder Grimm plotting to steal divine artifacts and destabilize several kingdoms along the way. It's pretty clear she hasn't become any more compassionate in her old age, she still wants to destroy humanity. Yet humans and Faunus are working with her? What the hell? What's your trick here, Salem? Free dental and medical, a chocolate dispenser, can they be as rude to customers as they want?

- I actually had a brief chat with one of my reviewers a few chapters back, where he suggested Cinder killing Ruby before her Silver Eyes become a problem. One could make the case that Salem didn't tell her about them, but that just raises the question as to why? If Salem didn't tell her, then she's an idiot for not letting Cinder know about a potential hazard. If Salem did tell her, then Cinder's an idiot for not doing anything about it.

- So while I haven't watch any of RWBY passed Volume 3 (And don't expect that to change anytime soon), I have seen reviews of it. And man oh man, the god thing is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Ignoring the logical problems with Grimm targeting a race that didn't exist when they were created, why didn't the gods do anything about them. If they can't kill all the Grimm, then you need to establish that, have Qrow say, 'Unable to destroy the Grimm, the gods created a collection of powerful artifacts, and gifted them to man as compensation.' It says something about the writer's abilities when I can fix their plot holes in one sentence. This is the worst type of plot hole, it doesn't just ruin the story you were trying to tell, it ruins your story's potential. The very concept of the world of Remnant is now a plot hole. Aside from the idiotic concept, I removed all the contractions from the gods speech when proofreading this, and then decided to use an online translator to convert it into Elizabethan English, give it a bit more flare.

You know, I had a bit of trouble coming up with the name of this chapter. I considered Future's End, The Final Nail, Over Before it Started, and stuff similar to that, before settling on what I did. I think that fits with most of these scenarios pretty well.

And thus, I bring How RWBY Should Have Ended to a close. I now only need to worry about writing three fanfictions for the time being. I'll get to Grimm Eclipse later, and I may tackle the manga if anything sticks out to me during my reading, I am going to be including those in my other RWBY fanfiction RWBYS (No, Not That One). But until then, this story is finished. It's been a blast everyone, and as always, I'll see you all next time.

GoodBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEE READERS!