Gamer4 in. Welcome to another story that I'm starting because... because I hate myself, and am not satisfied with all the stories I'm working on as is, so hey, may as well throw another one on the pile. At least this will be a nice, simple story that's nothing whatsoever out of the ordinary. In any way. I definitely won't be jumping on any bandwagons, because... well... I'm classier than that, right? Right, you all know that. I'm classy- this is a classy fanfic profile. Well, let's get started.

Disclaimer: Monty Oum owns RWBY, now and forever. Anyone else is merely his steward.

A Perfectly Ordinary RWBY Story That Doesn't Jump on Any Bandwagons

Prologue

Another Normal Day

It was a perfectly average day at Beacon Academy- nothing was even remotely out of the norm. Every member of Team RWBY and JNPR woke up, had their usual breakfast, then started going about their classes.

They were en route to their first class when Ruby opened up a door only to see pitch blackness on the other side.

"What the-"

"Something up, Rubes?" Yang asked, gazing over her shoulders and widening her eyes when she spied the other side.

"Hmm... I don't recall a door into infinite space where Professor Port's class used to be," Blake noted dryly.

"Oh! It's probably aliens!" Nora gasped. "I knew there was something off about breakfast this morning- Ren! The aliens are coming back!"

"...I'd like to deny it, but this is an odd phenomenon," Ren agreed, raising a hand to his chin in thought.

"Guys, what are you talking about?" Jaune asked obliviously, moving to the front of the queue. "It's just a perfectly ordinary door-"

He was cut off as he passed through the darkness, causing gasps from the others.

"Jaune!" Pyrrha called out in a panic.

"Fearless Leader! Noooo! We gotta go after him!" Nora called out, grabbing Pyrrha under one arm and Ren under the other before diving in after him.

"Nora, I don't think-" Ren started to say before they were swallowed by the darkness as well.

"Oh no!" Ruby cried. "We have to go after them!"

"Ruby, stop!" Weiss put her foot down. "We are not going to solve this problem by just-"

"In we go!" Ruby cried, leaping in with no regard for her partner's words.

"Ruby!" Weiss and Yang both cried, leaping in as one.

Blake sighed. "Here we go..."

With that, she moved in as well. The second her foot crossed the threshold, the darkness disappeared, leaving only Jaune on the other side, looking around in bewilderment. "What the- where did everybody go?"

WWWW

Gamer4 narrowed his eyes at his computer screen. "That... wasn't supposed to happen." He then moved away a tad, glancing around for a moment before his eyes widened and he suddenly picked up his phone.

"Come on, come on, George, pick up..."

"I'm sorry, I can't come to the phone right now, I'll ask you to leave a message after the beep."

"GEORGE KILL-YOUR-SELF-TYRIAN, YOU DO NEVER INSTALLED AN ACTUAL VOICE CLIP! I KNOW THAT'S YOU!"

"Okay, okay, no need to tear into me."

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

"Well, you remember that time that one of your Yangs beat me to a pulp?"

"Not my Yang, but yeah, that was less than a month ago."

"Well, I appreciated that so much that I thought I'd get another story idea going for you."

"George..."

"And since I know you're so original, I figured you'd be good with doing a popular trend about now..."

"Georgie, don't do this to me..."

"So I'm zapping teams RWBY and NPR to your place to watch some movies with you."

"FOR THE LOVE OF THE EXISTENCE, GEORGE!"

"Yeah, they oughtta be here in about 3... 2...1-"

A door slammed open behind Gamer4, and he turned to see a very confused Team RWBY standing in the entrance to his study, looking thoroughly offended by something they were seeing.

Self-consciously, Gamer4 looked down and realized he was wearing nothing aside from a pair of shorts and a bathrobe.

"MOTHERFU-"

Yet Another Multiverse

Prologue

The Bad Beginning

"-DGER!"

Team RWBY stared for a while, nonplused, at the young man in front of them- tall, slightly chubby, with a mess of dirty blond hair on his head and face. A pair of round dirty glasses accentuated the nerd look- as did the fact that he was dressed in naught but a pair of shorts and a bathrobe.

...And he was currently writing around on the ground, hands over his head. "He smegged me. Dangit, Georgie, you smegged me, you smegged me, you smegged me."

Next to him was what appeared to be a scroll- an impression given further credence by another voice cackling maniacally out of it.

Seeing that they wouldn't be getting any answers out of him anytime soon, they took to examining the rest of the room.

Disorganized would be a generous term for it. Cardboard boxes filled with books littered the ground, as did several soda cans- a minifridge nearby showing where they came from. On no less than three sides of the room were shelves and shelves of DVDs. As they waited for the man to calm himself down, Yang curiously grabbed onto one and pulled it our, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw herself on the cover.

"What the-"

"Smegged me... smegged me... turned me around and found me in the Alps..."

The cover showed her in her combat clothes, but her hands were wrapped in bandages in place of Ember Celica. The title was Eye of the Dragon.

"What's this...?"

They turned to see Blake examining another DVD case, showing her in a cowboy outfit of sorts, Yang standing nearby in similar garb. The title read Belladonna Unchained.

Ruby turned to Weiss. "Hey... can you find one?"

Weiss bit her lip and pulled a DVD out at random, before turning red and shrieking, "Oh, really now!"

The cover showed her and Ruby embracing each other, she in near royal garb, Ruby dressed as a simple farmgirl. Large, looping letters declared the title, The Ice Queen Bride.

Yang snorted. "Well, someone's got your number."

"Are these... fan films of us?" Blake asked out loud.

"I don't know," Ruby wondered, tilting her head at the covers she'd seen. "These people look pretty spot-on."

"Yeah, but I don't remember posing for these pictures, either," Yang crossed her arms. "Hey, you!"

She turned back towards the man on the ground, still rocking back and forth in the fetal position. "Friendship is false and never existed... God is dead and we killed Him..."

Weiss rolled her eyes, crossing the room, forcing him to his feet, and slapping him across the face.

His eyes rolled around like slot machines before coming to a rest, revealing a pair of groggy blues. "Urrrr... thanks, I needed that."

"Any time," she nodded sarcastically. "Now, if it isn't too much trouble... do you mind telling us where we are?!"

The man gulped, glancing among the girls, before nodding. "Okay... okay. There's no easy way to say this, but... you've crossed over into another world."

They stood there for a moment, waiting for him to start laughing at them... but he didn't. He kept looking at them, completely straight-faced.

"...I'm waiting for the punchline," Blake finally prompted.

"No punchline- you've entered another world," the man repeated. "Look, please, don't blame me, I was against this from the start-"

"Liar!" chimed the phone on the ground.

"SHUT UP, GEORGIE!" the man screamed, bending down to pick it up. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

The girls glanced at each other, backing away a bit. "So... who's on the phone?" Yang asked.

"Oh, that's Georgie- he's the one that brought you here," the man explained.

"And... who're you?" Ruby asked.

The man blinked. "Oh- my name... er... well, technically, Gamer4, but that's kind of awkward, so you can call me... Crazy. Crazy Hand. That's my name pretty much everywhere else."

"Crazy Hand," Weiss repeated, crossing her arms and lowering her lids halfway.

"Yeah... I have a real name, but let's leave it at that for now."

"That's one step in the right direction, I suppose," Weiss rolled her eyes.

"Wait, you'll tell us George's name, but not your own?" Blake narrowed her eyes.

"Oh, George is just his nickname," Crazy responded immediately. "George Kill YourSelf Tyrian."

"It's just George KYST," the phone responded.

"SHUT UP!" Crazy shouted, hanging the phone up. "Smeg..."

"I still don't believe this 'other-world' thing," Yang spoke up, glaring at him.

"Then try using your semblance," Crazy sighed. "I'm gonna go get dressed..."

He left via a door behind them, making sure to close it. The girls glanced between each other, eyebrows raised.

"Simple enough," Weiss shrugged, reaching out and attempting to form a glyph.

Nothing happened.

"That's... odd..."

One by one, all the others tried their semblances out as well.

"Incredible!" Ruby cried, her eyes wide. "He must have some sort of semblance that blocks other peoples'!"

"Nope," came Crazy's voice- he returned through the same door, doing a couple of buttons on a yellow-and-blue striped polo and adjusting the sleeves of a large black coat. "The fact of the matter is, this world doesn't have semblances period."

"No semblances?" Ruby repeated, eyes widening further and further. "Then how-"

"How about we wait until we recruit your friends before I explain everything?" Crazy suggested. "I think I heard them upstairs..."

He led them out of the room into an equally filthy hallway, and up a flight of steps to a large room with a blue carpet and several windows looking out on the woods. "Whoah!" Ruby sounded happy, at least. "It reminds me of back home on Patch!"

"Ruby?" came the excited voice of Nora, peering round a nearby corner. "Check out the kitchen! We have pancakes!"

"Pancakes?" Crazy asked, spinning around the corner. "I had some mix, but I didn't think we-"

"I cook fast under pressure," came the calm voice of Lie Ren, who had somehow managed to clean the entire kitchen and get some pancakes made in the short time he had spent there. "I presume you are the owner of this building?"

"I mean, I live here, yeah..."

"Wow!" came a call from back in the living room. "Look at the size of this TV!"

"Hey!" Crazy called back. "Don't touch that!"

He rushed in and struggled to pull Yang away. "I have everything- set up... just right..."

He panted as he finally succeeded, then collapsed onto a nearby sofa, wiping his brow.

"Careful there," Yang turned to face him, crossing her arms. "Semblance or no semblance, I'm sure I can still kick your ass."

"Duly noted," Crazy grunted wearily, his face pressed into the cushion beneath him.

"Please don't be like that, Yang," came the kindly voice of Pyrrha Nikos. "I admit I'm not fully up to speed, but from what I've gathered, we are the intruders here."

"He says we're in another dimension!" Ruby reported.

"ANOTHER DIMENSION?!" Nora gasped. "See, Ren? I told you- ALIENS!"

"No, no, I'm not an alien," Crazy denied, standing up again. "I'm just... from another place."

"So... an alien?"

Crazy looked pleadingly in Ren's direction, but he merely shook his head.

"Whatever," he finally muttered. "Anyways, like I've been trying to explain, I'm from another world where we don't have semblances- or grimm."

"No grimm either?" Pyrrha asked, clearly speaking for them all, with their shocked faces.

"No grimm," Crazy affirmed. "Look... are you familiar with the theory of the multiverse?"

There was a general chorus of nods and assent- it was a pretty common hypothesis, after all.

"Well, it's actually even more complicated than most people think," Crazy continued. "Y'see, what people think of as books, tv shows, and video games are, in reality, records of other universes as well."

Looking out his window for this next part, he continued. "So... in my world, your world is represented by a tv show."

"You're saying we live in a tv show?" Yang asked, her joviality turning to anger- a sentiment hardly unique to her.

"No, no, nothing like that!" Crazy denied, waving his hands in a panic. "That's just how it's represented in my world! It's fully possible my world is represented as a tv show in yours, too!"

He sighed. "Look, when people get ideas for stories, they're actually looking into other worlds and seeing the events that play out there, transcribing them. The stories of your world were seen and transcribed into a tv show in mine- really, it's no different from historical fiction, understand?"

"Um... kinda?" Ruby tilted her head in confusion.

"Then there are people who see that original show, then start looking into other versions of that same reality, thinking they're coming up with their own ideas. That's what fanfiction is- with me so far?"

"More or less," Pyrrha nodded, hands clasped together.

"That's what I do- I'm a fanfiction writer. I look into those other worlds, see how they play out, and write them down for the benefit of the internet. It's all in the name of insight!"

"So... can't you just write us back home?" Nora suggested.

"I wish," Crazy grunted. "My... partner, George, summoned you here after another version of Yang punched him across the face for making her Ruby cry. Since you're here, I can't just write you back until I've at least attempted to tell some sort of meaningful story first. If I don't, the consequences would be... bad."

"How... how bad are we talking about?" Ruby asked, poking her fingers together.

Crazy met her eyes directly. "Imagine your life stopping instantaneously and every particle in your body exploding at the speed of light."

Silence fell. "That... doesn't sound good," Yang nodded. "That sounds... double plus bad, in fact."

Crazy sighed. "Unfortunately, I think I have an idea of what George wants me to do here..."

"And what might that be?" Weiss asked, covering her fear by crossing her arms and tilting her head imperiously.

"Well, as you've probably noticed by now, Jaune's not here, correct?"

"I was going to ask about that, if you didn't bring it up," Pyrrha agreed. Adopting a more hostile position, she asked, "Did you do something to him?"

"No, no, nothing like that," Crazy denied. "George didn't summon him in the first place. Y'see, there's a sizeable subgenre of fanfiction nowadays where people summon versions of you from your 'main' universe, and show you other worlds centered on Jaune."

"Why him?" Weiss asked. "Of all people, why tall, blond and scraggly?"

Crazy shrugged, heedless to the glares being directed in Weiss's direction from Pyrrha and Ruby. "Smeg if I know. I guess it makes a certain amount of sense- he's a sort of everyman-style character who's easy to fit into many different scenarios- but the reverence some of these people give him is just bizarre."

Picking up on how things had been going so far, Blake asked, "But... aren't you about to do the same thing?"

"Yeah... that seems to be what Georgie's after," Crazy nodded wearily. "On the plus side, if we toe the line for long enough, it should become safe to send you back home again. Sound like a plan?"

"So, all we actually have to do is kick back, relax, and watch a few flicks about Vomit Boy?" Yang asked. "Well... it beats sitting through one of Port's lectures, at least."

"That's the spirit," Crazy smiled weakly, trying to pick up his own. "Alright, if everyone will take their seat on the sofa, we can get started- sooner we do, the sooner you can all go home. I'll go pick out the first one."

Everyone glanced at the couch- it was clearly meant for only three people- four at most. "Umm..."

"Trust me!" Crazy called back as he descended the stairs.

They shrugged, then sat down, one by one. To their surprise, despite the couch being very obviously too small to seat them all- it sat them all quite comfortably.

"How is this possible?" Blake wondered, gazing around- her eyes didn't even understand what they were looking at.

"What?" came Crazy's voice as he reappeared, a DVD case in hand. "You act like you've never seen a seven-dimensional couch before."

"What're we starting off with?" Yang asked.

"I have no idea," Crazy shrugged. "This one's blank- I have no earthly idea what's on this smegging thing. Guess it'll be a surprise for us all, huh?"

He popped it in and took a seat in a nearby recliner as the TV flickered into life.

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Yup, I'm doing one of these now- because everybody was asking for it! ...By everybody, of course, I mean nobody. Nobody was asking for my take on this. Not to pick on others who write stories like this, they're pretty entertaining, often enough, but I doubt anyone was asking to see how I'd handle the topic. But here it is, nonetheless! This story is entirely for fun- I still have other stories to focus on, after all. I do accept requests, and I have some ideas of my own, of course. Just know that requests aren't guaranteed to appear- I like to have some idea what I'm writing about, after all, and my field of vision extends only so far. Well, depending on response, we'll see you anywhere from tomorrow to next week- but I do intend to have another chapter up by Thanksgiving, at latest. Until then, please R&R, constructive criticism and requests welcome, Gamer4 out.