Unlucky - Male Reader x RWBY (BEING REWRITTEN)

Prologue (REVISED)

CONTENT WARNING:

This story will contain graphic depictions of one or all of the following: violence, drug addiction. Those who suffer from depression or who do not desire to read depictions of one or all of the above-mentioned topics should not read any further or skip over the parts. I will be mentioning before each graphic part if you would not like to read it. Thank you.

I do not own RWBY, RWBY is owned by Rooster Teeth and their affiliates. Thanks, now onto the story!

(3rd Person POV)

"So, Y/N, to my understanding this is your first time in therapy?" The man sitting across from me questioned.

The man was pale and old, his facial features very skeletal like. It was clear he was easily in his 60s, maybe even 70s. A round pair of glasses sat atop the bridge of his nose, his eyes very large underneath, showing that he had poor vision.

"You're correct. Though, I am here against my will," I said, slightly annoyed that I had to be here.

"I understand. However, I believe that this will be very beneficial for you," He replied, grabbing a pencil and a notebook.

"Whatever," I mumbled, my ears twitching on the top of my head due to me being uncomfortable.

"Now, to start off, can you explain your life as a child?" He asked, looking up towards me.

"Where do I start?" I asked.

"Right from the beginning, as far back as you can remember."

Despite being skeptical about this whole therapy thing, I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the long story I was about to tell.

10 YEARS AGO

Y/N POV

I sat at the dinner table across from my Mom. We were eating a simple meal consisting of rice and chicken. No words were exchanged as we ate silently, the only sound being that of a clock that hung high up on our wall. I always kind of hated our house. It was large, probably because Mom was a hunter before I was born. She told me that she was even famous as a Huntress which I thought was so awesome! It is what inspired my dream of becoming a Hunter. But anyways, the house was large for it just being the two of us, and it just kind of freaked me out.

I've never met my Dad. Mom said that he was also a Hunter but he never came back from a mission he was sent on. She never talks about him or says his name. We have no pictures of him anywhere in the house either, so I have no idea what he looks like. Mom often says I look like him though, so I guess that gives me an idea.

It was only a short while until the two of us finished eating.

"Here, I can take your plate for you Hun," Mom said, grabbing my plate and walking over to the sink to wash both her dish as well as mine.

I looked up at the ticking clock. It was around 8:30, already dark out as it was fall time.

"I'm gonna go to bed Mom, can you come tuck me in?" I asked as she finished up washing the two dishes.

"Of course," She said with a smile, walking over and grabbing my hand, walking with me up the stairs and to my bedroom.

We walked into my bedroom. It was fairly plain, a bed tucked against the wall next to a window, no toys or any crazy posters. Just a picture of me and my Mom on my dresser next to my bed. Mom always thought it was odd, but I never had a huge interest in playing with toys or video games. I just liked enjoying scenery and spending time with her, doing things like watching movies or going on walks, even reading books.