Huh, this didn't get as much attention, probably because of the age rating, who knows.

I'll put out a notice in RWBY's Mod, so it can get the attention of the guests who are naturally locked at the 'T' rating until they actually change it. I am also considering changing the age rating because I realize I might not actually be going that far into details.

I'm going back to responding through chapters instead of PMs.

Thel310: Don't worry, he will. Thanks for the review!

thebigslop: Well...he'll switch between sulky to maniac at times, but he won't be edgy for too long. Thanks for the review!

DoctorHaxs: I am actually surprised I'm the only one who thought of this. Thanks for the review!

Grim Riper: Disclaimer: OC is 23, and I don't want the FBI after me so...yeah. Thanks for the review!

Anyhow, here we go!

He didn't know how long he was kneeling down, and he didn't bother processing it.

A cold wind blew past him, bringing him out of his stupor and made him give the place around him a curious look. He was in an old and dilapidated room, It was dark, but the moonlight from the windows managed to illuminate the room, and a part of the room's ceiling had caved in and allowed moonlight to spill through.

"Sylvie?" Avery remembered abruptly as he stood up, intent on finding her. Then, he felt a small weight on his left forearm. He turned his head to the appendage.

First, he noticed that his hands still had the lines running through them, although they were glowing cyan. Second, he had a forearm-mounted device on his left. He gave his hands a feel, then drew back in surprise as he felt his own skin. He noted that the lines were more tattoos than actual veins, which was burned into his mind when he first saw it.

Avery narrowed his eyes at the foreign device on his forearm. It reminded him of Fallout's Pipboy, if it looked polished and had a blue screen. His eyes widened at an all-too familiar emblem on the side. It was a white lowercase 'g' surrounded by a cyan background which was encased in a smooth-edged box.

To be specific, it was Garry's Mod's emblem.

"What. In the fuck?" Avery said slowly, before bringing up the device to chest level to look at the screen.

It had GMod's menu screen, with the background changing and all that, but the options were limited. It only showed: Spawnmenu, Context Menu, Workshop, Console, Inventory, Settings and Help on the display, the first six were apparently locked if the padlock symbol beside them was any indication. He brought his right arm to try and tap at the 'Help' option.

But that seemed to be a shout of bad luck, because suddenly Avery heard a predatory growl from somewhere above him.

He withdrew his hand in fear, looking around for somewhere to hide, his eyes catching something shining under the moonlight. It was his longsword laying on the ground beside the rubble, he quickly made his way over to it in desperation. However, it seemed Avery had somehow gained too much momentum and that caused him to abruptly stop and consequently slip with a yelp.

He landed on his bottom, and right next to the sword. Avery grabbed the hilt and jumped to his feet, assuming an Ox stance with the weapon. He breathed heavily, sweating as he looked at the walls to his sides as if they would explode and reveal the source of the growl. He spied the hole in the ceiling, focusing on hearing any type of sounds that were around him.

Silence met his ears, so he closed his eyes and calmed himself down by breathing slowly. Now, he tried again, this time hearing the howling wind outside the room and the sound of fur rustling, and feet against cement. It was above him, and there were many.

The sudden sounds startled him to jump back in fear. Unfortunately, when he dropped his guard, the source of the growls dropped down from the hole.

His eyes widened at the sight before him. It looked like those one of those werewolves, except if they looked like they were made from fear itself. Its black fur made most of the its towering figure, yet it only seemed to show off more of the bony protrusions and the mask it wore. The mask resembled a more angular wolf's head, and its teeth is something Avery didn't want to see. The claws and the protrusions don't help either.

He assumed an Over the Roof stance, quivering as the beast growls. He turned his head to the right to look behind him and saw an exit out of the room. The wolf started to stalk towards him, causing Avery took a step back for every step forward it took. He nervously looked past the giant wolf's shoulder and saw two more of its kind jump down from the hole, except they looked smaller and less armored.

That was his que to run, and he did. Although, he did bumped against the exit's frame due to the jarring momentum he gained from running, but nevertheless managed to run out of the room. The hallway was dark, but managed to give him some light through the sparse windows, showing an exit that leaked light near the end of the hallway. Avery heard a distant howl amidst his frantic steps, ushering him to go faster.

He stops near the exit, but loses balance and collides with a wall. He recovers quickly and sprints out of the door. When he did, Avery's eyes couldn't believe what he just saw, it looked too...unreal...and somewhat familiar.

The moon was broken in the night sky, pieces of it still floating beside it.

He wasn't sure if he went to the future or he's in another world. Avery shook his head. Of course he is in another world, he knows where he is. That moon is a big identifier.

Why is he in this world? More importantly, who in the right mind would send people with no support in this monster-infested place?!

He didn't have any other screaming thoughts until something landed behind him, something twice his size. Quite normally, he ran away without looking. Avery looked around while he was sprinting away, seeing nothing but destroyed buildings and some black shapes. Turning his head to look behind him reveals the beast from earlier with its group of twelve.

"I can't run forever, I'll catch the attention of every monster in this city." He says to himself under his breath. He had no idea why he was talking to himself, must be the stress.

He remembered those black wolves, those were Beowolves, and they were part of the Grimm. Grimm were attracted to emotions, no wait, negative emotions because if they were attracted to all emotions then the world would have gone to shit. Avery turns a corner, this time skidding across the pavement instead of tumbling down.

A gigantic elephant Grimm stared down at him.

"Oh shit!" He quickly ran back where he came from, the Goliath hot on his tail now. "Why?!"

He was lucky that his speed was so janky because he would've died where he stood at the room he started in, and in the situation he was currently left to deal with.

The Beowolf pack blocked his escape, and the Goliath was about to stampede him. Is this the end?

Crushed or mauled? He felt like he had a choice to make.

Well, it didn't matter, he told himself, because a shadow casted over him

The foot of a humongous elephant was the last thing he felt before he blacked out.

-Reawaken-

Death didn't come for him.

Avery awoke sweating as a cold wind blew over him, looking around frantically when he sat up. He was in the old room again, this time without the monstrous werewolves growling from above him.

"What...just...happened?" He breathed out, feeling numb and disjointed. "Why am I here?"

He attempted to stand up, staggering slightly as he tries to regain the feeling of cohesion with his limbs. Avery settled to lean against the wall behind him, slowly sliding down to sit on the ground.

He repeated to himself with a whisper. "What happened?"

He spied the device on his left forearm, seeing the emblem on the side. "Did I just...come back?"

"That's...really, really...uncomfortable." It was, the feeling of death still lingered in him.

Glancing at his surroundings, he swiftly pressed the 'Help' option in the screen. He needed to know how to unlock the other options so that he could be better prepared, and once he is, he'll go find his sister.

If she isn't dead.

"No, no. She's alive...she's alive." His mind pleaded to himself, looking at the screen. "Why do I even need to go to 'Help'? That's a bit annoying."

"Welcome, user, to the Tactical Spawn Menu brought to you by the Brothers." A female text-to-speech voice came out from the device.

The Brothers? Yep, he was in Remnant. Also, Tactical Spawn Menu? What a peculiar name.

"Due to the current user's prior knowledge, we shall go straight to testing." Before he could call out the first part, the screen changed into the GMod Spawnmenu. "Please spawn something of your choice."

Avery stood up, pressing on the tab that said 'Weapons'. The menu brought him to it, and he tapped the icon belonging to the AR2. The lines on his hand as well as the device's insides glowed cyan as the AR2 materialized on his hand in a series of cyan pixels, startling Avery. When he gathered himself, he admired the weapon's design, surprised at how real it felt just from the weight.

He smiled, looking bloodthirsty. "Oh, yes."

The voice came back. "Task successful. All systems are in nominal conditions, enjoy your stay." Avery's eyes widened at last part, before growling.

"'Enjoy your stay'. Oh yes, I'm definitely going to enjoy my stay in this hellhole of a planet!" He shouted at the voice, who stayed silent.

He sighed angrily, before dropping his AR2 and going back to the Spawnmenu. He went to 'Entities' and spawned some Suit batteries. "That Goliath might still be there, so I'll need all the protection if it is." He said to himself.

But when they appeared, Avery didn't actually know what to do with them. He tried touching them, it didn't work. Utterly confused, he went back to the Spawnmenu. After some repeated glancing back and forth between tabs, he realized that he needed the HEV suit. Chastising himself, he spawned the suit in.

The suit may be a little too big for him, he noticed, but he may be wrong. He wonders if he has to put it on manually as he reached for it. He got his answer when he grabbed it, and almost instantly did the suit appear on him. Avery brought his gloved hands into his view, seeing every satisfying amount of detail in it.

"You're right, Kleiner. This suit does fit me like a glove." Doing an all-knowing grin, which comically dropped when he saw the TSM (Tactical Spawn Menu) on his forearm. "Well...at least the glove parts do."

Avery poked at one of the batteries on the ground, a pickup sound accompanied the battery disappearing in a cluster of cyan pixels. He did the same to the other items, until he couldn't anymore. He went through the context menu and removed it manually, annoyed at the extra steps.

He looked down, confused as to where his AR2 had gone. "Uh...where'd it go?"

"It must be in...here." Avery tapped the 'Inventory' button, bringing up the weapon selection screen. He went to the third tab, which revealed the AR2's icon. He pressed, and the gun reappeared in his hand. He backed out of the inventory and back into the Spawnmenu to give him some ammo alongside the AR2's alt-fire ammo.

He sighed. "If only I didn't have to go through this."

Shortly after he said that, he began walking out of the building, adapting to the sudden rise of speed to his strides. This time since he wasn't being chased by Grimm, he opted for a more silent approach, going through ruined buildings and ducking out of sight when he heard something.

He was making his way back to where he died. Why? He had atleast two coherent reasons. One was for his sanity, he's going to check if he legitimately died. Two was for having something that'll remind him of his home amidst the foreign lands. He peeked around the corner, smelling a something horrid. Avery covered his nose as he spotted his sword in the middle of the road.

As he got closer, he saw five shapes on the ground with something splattered in the middle of it.

His mind, still preoccupied with the smell, couldn't process what he just saw a few feet away from the longsword.

And when he did, he expended all his stomach's contents into the ground next to him.

It was his corpse, the entire torso was just a bloody pancake, and his head...oh god, his head.

Not one to sleep with nightmares, Avery grabbed the sword and ran away from the scene, breathing heavily.

Probably scarred for life, he suddenly felt the TSM vibrate, making him jump in fear. "Fuck me, why do you do that."

"New tool of destruction has been added to the Spawnmenu." The monotone voice said.

Avery checked the Spawmenu, seeing the icon depicting his view on the sword in the 'Weapons' tab. He swallowed his breath and nodded. "Alright, that's done...that's done..."

"Alright. Sylvie, you better be alive because your big brother's going to find you." He announced with a determined tone.

He took a step forward. A large screech entered his ears.

He looked back, a huge talon coming into view.

He tried to run, but he couldn't even feel his legs. Red liquid splashed on him, staining his shirt.

He gazed up at the sky, seeing a large beak going for his head.

-Reawaken-

Scared breathing and whimpers escaped his mouth as he slowly receded to a fetal position.

Then, he got silent, shaking slightly.

"I hate this planet, I fucking hate it." Snarling, he stood back up with quivering legs, his eyes were red as he blinked away hot tears. He tapped and swiped at his forearm-mounted device, using a little too much force.

A griffon-like Grimm landed into the rubble from the opening on the ceiling, screeching at him. He looked at it, grinning evilly as a shotgun appeared on his hands. It leaped at him, claws ready to sink into its prey. He pulled the trigger, blowing off one of its front legs, then sidestepped.

It fell on the ground on its side, shrieking. It got louder as he unloaded another shot to its remaining front limb. He got a Crossbow and some ammo, then proceeded to pin down the Grimm, shooting at its moving limbs. It screamed pitifully, making him smile even more.

He suddenly giggled, before breaking into an insane laughter.

"Oh, Salem~" He sang in the midst of his laughter, staring right at the Griffon's eyes. "You just did a bad thing."

"I'll be out for your blood too, you hear me?"

"I'LL MAKE YOU SUFFER."

With a pull of a trigger, the room got silent.

And there we go.

God, I'll probably come back and make this feel right, I don't know. Should I fix this, I feel like I should but I don't know how, everything looks polished yet so broken!

Anyhow, I want to ask something:

Should I make this T-rated?

I still have the chance of dumbing down the scenes with vague lines (I'm pretty sure I'll be contradicting myself in the future), and pure unbridled edginess is something I'm not good at.

It doesn't help that I'm watching wholesome videos.

I mean, I'm still making Avery go commit die and stuff but it'll look a lot more like 'implying' than actual blatancy.

I don't know, I'm fine with the M-rating though, I need to be safe when I give him some people to kill while he's being psychopathic. And the twisted part of my mind wants it to be as graphic and brutal as possible.

So idk.

Anyways, I'll see you!