AN: This is my first fanfic, so please post any criticisms you may have about it. But please no flames. I do not own RWBY. I do however own the OCs that exist in this fanfic.

How did this happen? I don't know. Why did this happen? Fate... I guess. When did this happen? My guess is as good as yours. All I do know though, is that I like it. Maybe I should clear a few things up before we continue. I suppose everything happened on my sixteenth birthday about a month ago.

(Neon City, Aug. 8, 9:45 AM)

*BRAAAAAAP* came the unholy sound of an air horn being blown in my ear as I slept.

"Mmm. Fibe more mibutes." I mumble under my pillow. Hopefully that woman will let me off with a little bit of mercy.

"Not this time young man. Not after I've been trying to get you up for the past forty-five minutes." the woman said, "Now get up birthday boy, before I bring in the ice water."

"Hmm? Birtday?" I question myself in groggy bewilderment trying to make sense of the statement.

"That's right, and if you don't get up, Buzz is going to eat all the pancakes and bacon." She said in a sing-song voice.

"GAH! My birthday! What time is it?!" I yell, jumping out of my bed and desperately searching for my alarm clock.

"AHH! I only have fifteen minutes! Why didn't you wake me up sooner?"

With only a shrug and an eye roll for a response, the woman left the room, leaving me to get dressed.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, a semi-burly man around his mid-fifties sit at the kitchen counter. He wore a red plaid shirt with blue jeans and a leather apron. He also scored a full facial mask of smoke and soot. This is Buzz, our town blacksmith. I know, odd right? An entire town so advanced in technology and it has its own blacksmith. It's true though, he makes weapons, armor, shields, and on occasion a doohickey or two.

"He up?" Buzz asked in the deep, raspy voice that was unique to himself.

*CRASH* came the sound of an entire shelf of hand-made weapons crashing down on top of me. "I'm fine!"

All the woman could do was sigh, "I'll never know what it is with you two and weapons. With how many times that shelf has broken down, I should just get rid of them all."

"Oh come on Thelma, it's one of the few things me and the boy both like. Besides, wait until you see what I got for him this time." Buzz said to the newly named Thelma.

"Don't tell me." She said regretting having her nephew and childhood friend meet in the first place.

"Yup, exactly what he wanted too." The man responded.

"Hey Buzz." I greet the man before my aunt could reprimand him. I wore a black long-sleeved shirt, white vest-hoodie with black lining and accents, black jeans and white Nike tennis shoes. I also wore my silver dagger necklace with wolf-head cross-guard and moonstone pommel along with my white fingerless gloves.

"Hey kid. Has anyone ever told you, you look like an episode off of the Addams Family?" Buzz remarked.

After wolfing down a pancake and some bacon that were luckily saved from the terrors of Buzz's un-ending stomach, I snap both my fingers at him twice like they do in the show's intro. Before I could make it out the door however...

"That's all you're going to eat?" Darn that woman and her timing. At this rate, I'm really going to be late.

"Sorry Aunt Thelma, but I gotta run." And without giving her a chance to respond, I run.

"I'm still hungry." Buzz said hinting at his unsatisfiable appetite. With another roll of her eyes and a slight smile, she went to make some more breakfast.

(Neon City, Bronze Bridge Park Aug. 8 10:05 AM)

"Ugh, where is he?" A frustrated girl questioned. She had red hair with purple-dyed tips. She wore a white short-sleeved t-shirt, red leather jacket, light blue skinny jeans, and brown tennis shoe wedges. On her right wrist was a gold thousand dollar Tonino Lamborghini watch.

"Don't worry Felice, he'll be here. The guy wouldn't miss his sixteenth birthday celebration. Especially when half his weapons collection is at stake." A blond boy tried to calm the now named Felice. He wore a dark blue short-sleeved t-shirt with a picture of some 8-bit glasses, khaki cargo shorts that reached just past his knees, black Adidas tennis shoes with a brown left sock and a white right one.

"Hey guys!" I run up to them panting and out of breath. "Told ya I wouldn't be late."

"Actually, your five minutes late. You know the deal." Felice corrected.

"WHAT! No fair, my aunt stopped me while I was about to leave the front door."

"Well then maybe you shouldn't oversleep dude." The boy teased. I glared at him.

"Shut it 'fish-eyes'!" I insult him.

"What was that 'bird-brain'?!" He insults back. And thus the fight has begun.

As we continued to argue, Felice was reaching the end of her rope. And as French girls, or at least this French girl reached the end of her rope...

"DÉJÀ ASSEZ! Vous deux plaidez comme les nouveau-nés!" And... the entire park froze. With every person in the park staring at us, I decided to do something I soon regretted.

"Um, Fae-" I didn't get to finish, because the moment I said her nickname, she grabbed both our ears and dragged us along the path. And boy did that hurt.

After dragging us for about a good five minutes, she let go. The area in which we stopped was a quiet, open part of the woods.

"Sheesh Felice, do you have to do that?" The blond boy asked.

"Yes Nathaniel, when someone calls me that, yes."

"Thanks a lot Krowe." He scolded me.

"Hey, this is just as much your fault as it is mine Nate." I said reminding him in his partaking of the argument.

"Yeah, but more so you." Nate remarked.

"Oh, you want to go? Fine lets go." I said getting ready for another fight.

"No! We're here to celebrate Seph's sixteenth birthday." Felice said stopping the fight before it could begin.

"Ugh, fine. Alright Krowe, it's your B-Day, where do you want to go?" He asked, not wanting to be on the receiving end of Felice's wrath again.

"What are you asking me for? You guys are the ones who insisted that we celebrate my birthday."

"Well, if neither of you guys have any ideas. How about we go to the museum?" At this suggestion, both me and Nate stared at her as if she had grown a second head.

"Come on, I hear they're opening a new medieval weapons exhibit." Darn you Felice, you must be taking classes from my aunt.

"Sounds fun, let's go!" I exclaim enthusiastically. What, I'm a weapons geek, you haven't figured that out by now?

"Okay, but how are we supposed to get out of these woods? Please tell me you kept track of where you went Felice?" Nate questioned hoping we could find our way back.

"No, I was too busy being mad at you two."

"And that takes up all of your concentration?" Ooh, bad choice of words Nate, bad choice of words. And with that, Felice grabbed ahold of Nate's ear once more.

I apologize to any French people reading this if I insulted you in any way, it was not my intention. I also apologize if I butchered the French language. Since I don't speak it, I went to Google translate and everyone knows their translating software leaves much to be desired.

Also, you will not be finding Neon City on any real map, I don't think. The world that my OCs live in is purely fiction and only exists in my head.