Welcome to my newest Fanfiction. This will be the last new Fanfiction I make before I focus on the stories I already have. This will be a Self Insert I will sya up front so if you don't like self inserts then leave but don't worry my character won't be a Mary Sue or Gary Stu.

Now onto the story. Thanks to Pygmanlion for beta reading my story.

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NEITHER FALLOUT NOR RWBY.

"There is an expression in the Wasteland: "Old World Blues." It refers to those so obsessed with the past they can't see the present, much less the future, for what it is." Narration in Old World Blues DLC

James POV

I began to stir from my sleep. I yawned and attempted to turn over but I failed to.

"What the heck." I groaned and ran my hands over my face. Or that's what I would have done, had I not heard the clang of metal.

My eyes shot open in fear. I was immediately disoriented by the fact everything around me looked as if it belonged on my television. It took me a couple minutes to orient myself visually. I looked around.

I was on a hospital bed chained down by numerous chains and weights. I noticed a weight on my right arm and turned my head. I was surprised to find a Pip Boy 3000 strapped to my arm.

*What the fuck?* I thought, confused, as I didn't own the special edition copy of Fallout 4 to own the pip boy. I suddenly heard the door open and turned my head. My eyes widened to see the black suited, green scarfed character of Ozpin from RWBY.

*Wait...the animation style, the character...Oh god...I'm in Remnant!* I thought with bewilderment. Ozpin pulled up a chair and sat down in it as he looked me over in a Semi-Hostile analyzing way.

"So...how is Salem doing?" he asked, confusing me further.

"What?" I asked.

His eyes narrowed before he pointed to a piece of machinery that had wires connecting to me. Oddly, the machine wasn't functioning.

"This machine monitors Aura of all forms. Locked or unlocked. Notice its off. All Humans and Faunus have Aura. You don't," he said as I paled.

*Oh god. He thinks I'm a Human Grimm made by Salem!* I thought, desperate for a way out.

"I can assure you, I don't work for anyone," I said, trying my best to look convincing. He gave me a hard stare, and I suddenly felt it hard to breathe as my eyes dilated. I felt an enormous pressure being placed on me as Ozpin glowed. He stood up, walked over to me, and lifted his cane before pressing it against my forehead as my pupils shrank and my iris grew.

I could feel every one of my memories since birth rise as my life flashed before my eyes. Everything from watching Anime to playing video games to every experience I have ever had. Ozpin recoiled from me the second the memory of the show RWBY came up. I watched in worry as he fell backwards before standing up. Suddenly the chains unlocked and I was freed.

"Sorry about that, but I had to be sure you didn't work for that witch," Ozpin said as I looked at him worried. He tossed me a note before leaving the room. He looked shaken but then again if he did what I think he did and read my mind then he was probably shaken from seeing his world as nothing more than a show for others. I frowned. He also could have been shaken from my knowledge of history and the atrocities that people have done to each other.

I sat up and looked at the Pip-boy that was on my arm. I was shocked to find it belted to my arm as I struggled to remove it. I learned it was attached to my arm for life. I began looking through the Pip-boy. My eyes narrowed when I learned it wasn't the Special edition pip boy. It had the same layout as the Pip-boy from Fallout: New Vegas and, strangely enough, had my Fallout: New Vegas character info on it.

I shifted through the different functions before going to weapons. It had the option to equip things. My eyes slowly widened. I clicked on Maria and the gun materialized in my hand. I unequipped it as fast as possible. I took out a scalpel and stabbed myself but was stopped by the Sub-Dermal armor implant my character had. I put away the Scalpel as I began to process the fact I was now basically a recreation of my Fallout: New Vegas character.

*This is more absurd than the "My Turn" Fanfiction plot by Le MAO XXIII, with the only realistic thing being me having no aura,* I thought.
I turned my head to the note Ozpin gave me before picking it up and opening it. it was an invitation to Beacon Academy.

*Fuck, fuck, fuck!* I began chanting in my head. Even if I was my Fallout character, I wouldn't be able to go up against RWBY characters unless I kept my distance. If they got up close, I was screwed. I winced at the thought of Ruby's scythe cutting me in half.

*Oh god...What I have gotten myself into?* I thought worriedly, over and over. I tried to think of other things I could do in life that had a higher survival rate and a lower rate of me getting eaten.

Let's see...I had no job and no sources of income. That, and the fact that no one would hire some hobo who had no home. I stood up and stumbled to a wall and began smashing my head against the wall again and again before recoiling and falling into a chair.

I was now in a show of super-powered teenagers and I had to hope I could find a way to stay alive.

*Who am I kidding? I. Am. (FUCKED)!* I thought.

This was a mini prolouge. The next chapter will be the characters stats.

The new Chapters when the story gets going will average 2000-3000 words a chapter. Also this will be using my Fallout: New Vegas character so every weapon, armor and stat this character has is the result of my over 100 hours of playing Fallout New Vegas. Read and review. HeavyJ15 Out.