A/N: Here's the first chapter of a new story that I've been working on that i'm still not sure that i'm satisfied with.

I do not own RWBY

Chapter 1: Out of This World

White.

That was all that I could see.

I could barely even remember what had happened, I remembered...I couldn't remember anything at all about what had happened actually.

What can I remember? I'm a male, I'm 5'11 I think, I have three friends Brian, Chris and…Liz. I'm too tired to remember anything else right now.

"Come on man," said a distant, distorted voice, they sounded worried "Get up, you can't be-."

I couldn't tell if they stopped talking or if I just stopped being able to hear them

Am I dying? That would certainly explain things.

The sound of screeching tires echoed throughout the white vastness before a crashing sound occurred.

Is that what happened? I got hit by a vehicle?

I don't want to die.

Nobody wants to, I guess.

Is that so.

I was startled by the sudden speech.

Well, nothing had spoken, but the words had appeared in my mind.

It hadn't been a question, but I responded anyways. As best as some, probably disembodied, soul could.

Yeah, That's so.

"Back up, I said back up!" Echoed a different voice, "...He isn't breathing!"

I could hear what sounded like a young woman sobbing in the distance.

Good. Hold onto that idea, for it shall serve you well in this world.

Before I could ask what that meant, the whiteness was suddenly replaced with blackness and my eyes slowly opened.

I winced slightly as light reached my eyes, immediately rubbing them to ease the discomfort.

After my eyes had adjusted, I observed my surroundings. I seemed to be inside either a clock tower or a very fancy office, the ceiling above was filled with numerous gears, the room was various shades of green and was rather spacious. Looking behind me, I saw that the back wall was a large window.

Looking behind me made me realize that I had been sitting behind a desk the entire time, the top of the desk was see through, revealing gears under it, the frame of the desk was made of metal.

I jumped slightly as something collided with the floor next to me. As I examined what had fallen, I saw that it was a cane with an ornate white handle, everything after the handle being black.

Wait a minute, I died, didn't I?

Then...why am I here, how am I here? Having a near death experience is one thing, but waking up sitting behind an office desk is completely out of the ordinary.

I turned back and forth a few, discovering that the chair I was sitting in was like one of those common office chairs where the seat could turn. Spinning around, I faced the window, it was nighttime, a courtyard was revealed far below where the office was, a large city situated far beyond the courtyard. As I looked up, my eyes widened as I gazed at the moon.

It would have looked like any other moon, if it wasn't for the fact that there was a gigantic crater formed in the side of it, pieces of the moon floating outwards from it.

What the hell happened to the moon?

The surprises didn't end there either. That would just be boring wouldn't it?

Staring back at me was the reflection of a man that seemed to be in his thirties or forties. He had semi-short, disheveled white hair, pale skin, and brown eyes, a pair of small black glasses decorating his face. He seemed rather tall despite sitting down, definitely over six feet tall, and he was dressed in an immaculate suit consisting of a green scarf, a black suit jacket over a buttoned-up vest and green undershirt, dark-green pants, and black shoes.

Is this what reincarnation is? No, that's not right, I'd have been reborn as a baby or a plant, and I definitely wouldn't remember being someone else, right?

That brings up another question, who's body am I in and why?

That is the question, isn't it?

I was startled by the sudden voice, looking around the empty room for who had spoke, "Who said that?"

Wow, that voice is a lot different than mine.

Look at the window again, if you'd please.

I nodded hesitantly before complying, staring at the window once more, "What am I supposed to be looking at, all I see is the outside and my reflection."

I believe that's my reflection actually, said the voice, the reflection's mouth moving to match the words.

Oh.

Oooooh.

'Oh' indeed, young man, but back to the question at hand, how did this happen?

Wait, you can hear my thoughts?

We do occupy the same body at the moment after all.

But… how is this possible? I died.

The reflection's face turned somber at that news.

I see, it's always a shame when the young die, but that still didn't explain why you're in control of my body.

I… I'm sorry but I don't have any idea how, this is all so surreal.

I heard the man sigh in exasperation.

Can you remember anything important at least?

I tried to think back on what had happened to me, but I couldn't remember anything that transpired other than my death.

I'm drawing blanks here.

You too? I can't remember anything that happened today up until this moment.

That's strange, I can remember pretty much anything else.

As can I, but unfortunately, with no memory of what happened or any idea on how to fix this, we seem to be stuck together.

I sighed, now speaking out loud "I was afraid you'd say that, so what's your name?"

My name is Ozpin, pleased to meet you.

"That's a cool name, my name is...I...I can't remember my name actually."

That is concerning, is there anything else you can't remember?

"I'm pretty sure that I remember everything else, Ozpin"

Well we do need something to call you…, how about Vadovas, Vas for short?

"Sounds good, Vadovas it is, not like I could do any better."

We'll figure this situation out together, Vas.

"I hope so."

"But I do have a question though."

Yes?

"What happened to the moon?"

Whatever do you mean? It has always been like that.

That can't be right. The moon had always been in one piece where I'm from, if it's shattered now then that could mean many things…

"Ozpin, what's this planet called?"

Remnant.

"Remnant? Not Earth?"

Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?

"Well the Moon from Earth definitely isn't shattered like that."

So not only are you a dead soul possessing my body, but you are from a different world entirely? Fascinating, if not entirely unbelievable.

"I know it is, but this definitely isn't my world."

You're taking this surprisingly well. Most people would have suffered a breakdown of some sort.

"To be honest, I'm more focused on the fact that I'm still alive than the fact that I'm in a different world."

Understandable, death is not a thing most people are willing to accept for themselves, especially if they're a young man such as yourself.

'How'd you know that I was young?'

I… don't know, he said, sounding perplexed, I just did.

"This just opens up several more questions, but I guess it's no use worrying about them at the moment, so what now?"

Well, since you are the one in control of my body, you will have to take care of my duties.

"Duties? What exactly do you do?"

I am the headmaster of the academy that you are in the office of.

Of all people for me to possess it had to be a headmaster, "And what is it that you teach here?'

Most of the classes at Beacon, that's the name of the academy by the way, are what you'd find at any normal school. But Beacon Academy is mainly a school designed to train hunters, elite warriors who combat monsters known as grimm.

I slumped backwards against the chair I was sitting in, running a hand through my hair as I released a worried sigh.

"And that creates a big problem, you sound pretty important, how am I going to be able to pass as you in any interactions?"

It is indeed a problem, but the next semester does not begin for a few months. Until you understand how to pretend to be me, all you have to worry about is interacting with the staff. Though, as of now, that will have to be kept to a minimum, the staff knows me better than anyone else.

"Can't we just stay in your office until I get the act down?" I responded as I got up from the chair I was in.

There is no telling how long that could take, plus you'd need sustenance and the professors, unfortunately, would check up on me if I didn't come out at least every once in awhile.

I groaned in annoyance before attempting to walk to the other side of the desk. I say ' attempting' because I immediately tripped over my own feet and fell to the floor. I probably would have smashed my face into the ground if I hadn't put my arms in front of me.

Are you alright, Vas?

"I think so," I said as I pushed myself up and once again tried to walk and ended up tripping over myself again.

"Why can't I walk right?"

Hm, well I don't actually need to use the cane, so it must be something on your end of the spectrum of problems.

"Oh now that's just great," I say as I pull myself up using the desk and prop myself against it, "It feels like i'm tripping over myself constantly."

How tall were you when you were alive?

"I think I was somewhere around 5'11, why?"

I'm 6'7, your balance must be off because of the height difference.

"Holy sh-, are all people in this world that tall?" I said, surprise evident in my voice.

Not exactly, but it's around the average for most male adults.

"I don't think I've ever met someone that was that tall in my entire life."

Really? The average height for your planet must be quite lo-, Started Ozpin, before being cut off when the door at the opposite end of the room dinged, Get back in the chair, right now. Don't stop to ask questions.

I complied as quickly as I could, balancing myself using the desk and sitting back down in the chair behind the desk. As I propped the fallen cane back up against the desk, the door slid open, apparently having been an elevator door if the room behind it were any indication.

Stepping out of the elevator was a blonde woman, seemingly in her late 20's or early 30's. She had green eyes, wore a thin set of glasses over them, and wore what vaguely resembled a stereotypical female teacher get up aside from the cape she was wearing. She was looking down at some kind of tablet-like device, swiping across it with her fingers every once in awhile as she walked over to the desk before she began speaking, "Professor Ozpin, I've gathered the first year applications, all that is left is for us to look through them."

Uuh, any advice, Ozpin?

Try not to expose us to Glynda and we'll probably be perfectly fine. I hope.

Oh joy.

A/N: And that's the end of this chapter. Will Vas be able to keep his cool, will Glynda see through his panic-laced act? Maybe.