AN RWBY belongs to rooster teeth not me, for I could never hope to create something so amazing.

Hey guys new story here, I've been plagued by plot bunnies recently this being one of the big ones. Anyway this story is all about RWBY and JNPR reacting to crack videos about themselves primarily those by FoggyMemoryJ. I'm a huge fan of his videos and I couldnt help but wonder what the characters reactions to this kind of thing would be. So here we are, this first chapter is just setting up the story, first reactions will come soon enough hopefully.

White. That is all there is and ever will be. Or at least that's what would have happened had a random idiot not dropped out of the sky.

"Ooof!" the idiot wheezed out as he hit the ground. Or at least what felt like ground. The feeling of it being there was the only indication that it existed in the first place. As the idiot made his way off of the ground and onto his own two feet, we can see that he is a rather average teenager. Dark, dirty blonde hair in a messy hairstyle, green and black glasses in front of swampy brown eyes, and a slightly spotty face. He was neither fat but was still a little in the larger side, if only by a little. The idiot wore a simply t-shirt, hoody, jean combo, nothing out of the ordinary about it.

The idiot, having succeeded in standing up looked around at the glory of his surroundings and gasped out "Wow, not here for even 5 minutes and I'm already bored out of my mind." Perhaps gasped was the wrong word. Maybe deadpanned would have been better. Having no idea where he was, why he was here, or how he had gotten there, the idiot merely shrugged his shoulders, picked a direction at random and started walking.

As he was walking, the idiot decided to provide exposition, as a means of both trying to figure out how this had all happened, and to help the audience understand what the hell was going on. "Ok let's see now," muttered the idiot in a somewhat deep voice "how did I get here? All I remember doing before I woke up falling was watching funny internet videos while reading fan fiction. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Did I get sucked into the internet or something? No that can't have happened, if I did than where's all the porn?"

After several minutes of walking and mumbling to himself, the idiot got bored of doing that and decided to sit down and take a break. As he sat there in his back, legs sprawled out in front of him, he happened to glance to what he thought was the sky, it being hard to tell what was what with everything looking the same. Falling almost gracefully towards him was a slip of paper.

Curious as to what could be on the paper, as well as this being the only remotely exciting thing to have happened since he got there, the idiot leapt to his feet and started jumping, arms outstretched in order to catch the paper, not even caring how stupid and ridiculous it made him look. After waiting for the paper to reach grabbing distance, the idiot snatched it from the air and read the message that was written upon it.

Congratulations random idiot. You have been randomly selected out of the hundreds if not billions of people on the internet to participate in a special event, and to gain a fabulous prize!

The idiot's eyes widened at the news. He had never won anything because of the internet, possibly because most pop up ads are fucking scams. But the message did not stop there. The previous words seemed to fade away only to be replaced a few seconds later.

What is the prize I can hear you say? ("I didn't say it but I did think it" thought the idiot) Well the prize is the ability to create anything your imagination can come up with!(Que jaw dropping and eyes widening of the idiot) Yes, anything you can think of can know come true. That is why you are in this empty space of nothingness, so you can try out your powers to your heart's content.

There was a good minute long pause where the idiot was doing nothing but staring at the note in his hands with a god smacked expression, his mouth opening and shutting as he attempted to form words. When he did find his voice all that came out was an ear piercing "WHAAAAAAAT!" followed by further silence.

Slightly disbelieving of the note, it did seem to good to be true, the idiot thought to himself "Ok if if this is actually real than…" he thought for a few seconds in order to come up with a good idea "... than a really hot stripper will appear in my arms." the idiot shouted, arms outstretched as if preparing to catch something.

And catch something he did, as a beautiful bikini clad brunette seemed to fall into his grasp. She was truly gorgeous, with raven black hair, full red lips, hips and chest to die for and mile long legs. "Hey there big boy" she whispered in the sultriest tone the idiot had ever heard. His pants suddenly feeling significantly tighter and all the blood in his body threatening to come jetting out his nose, he gave out a frightened "eeep!" before accidentally throwing the woman into the air, where she faded into nothingness.

Completely convinced that the note was truthful, the idiot took some time to test his powers in a number of ways. After he had gotten his erection down of course. He created massive structures out of a myriad of fantasy films, games, and novels. He made weapons straight from science fiction, and beasts out of all manner of horror media. Occasionally he gave his own twist on things, a different colour here, a different design there, sometimes even creating something new entirely out of a mishmash of previous creations.

However, the idiot's thoughts were drawn back to the note and the situation that had brought him here and the reason he had gotten these powers. Speaking of said powers, he used them to bring him the note he had been reading before he had started trying out his powers, in hopes of finding some sort of clue. Lo and behold, a new message was written upon the page.

Now that you have most likely gotten the hang of your new powers, at least to an extent, it's time for you to learn why you are here. You have been brought here to take part in an event. What kind of event you may ask? Simple. Your event.

The idiot was confused. "My event?" he muttered to himself.

Yes your event. What this means is that you can host whatever kind of event you like, no matter how large it may be. Have armies clash, heroes meet, or even just have a huge orgy full of hot girls and/or guys. It's completely up to you. Just be sure to do something otherwise your powers will be taken away and given to another. Ta ta.

As the idiot finished reading, the note burst into flames, it's ashes scattering into the abyss. The idiot stood there, processing what the note had said. "Host something or I lose my powers? Kind of an extreme reaction." he thought "Any size it pretty much said, and anything. Giant battle sounds cool, hero convention would be a little creepy, and the orgy I may leave for another time."

The idiot stood pondering for a few minutes on just what he would want his 'party' to be. "I may just do something small, no point in doing something massive I can't top later down the road. So small, not a lot of people, maybe 10 at most - wait!" he interrupted himself as an idea came to mind. Before he had been sucked to wherever he was, the idiot had been watching YouTube videos. Specifically, he had been watching RWBY crack videos. And through the whole thing he had been thinking "How would they actually react to this kind of thing?".

And so it was with this thought that the idiot prepared the world he was in for his event. A simple, short watching of some YouTube videos with a the people they were about, just to see how'd they react.