No longer RWBY: Metal gear rising. Rewrite

Chapter 3: Yang of a job [Def]

OKAY! So, you might have seen me accidentally post this a few hours ago... sorry... Hehe...

Like a fish of the deep rising to the surface of bright air and sun, he swam up to consciousness out of a dead blank into a whiter world than he had ever seen. The daylight was blinding. He heard chatter extremely near at hand as if just behind his ear, speaking as if they were just taking away with a glance.

But the shadows from the building took that white away, droplets of water hitting the ground with a small sound. Rolling to your left, you placed your hands on the ground before you got a face full of dirt.

He soon pushed himself up, standing on his knee before pushing off it, unbalanced and almost falling to his right as his whole body fell asleep.

Leaning on the wall behind you. You stared at your surroundings, seeing the grayish-black floor loaded with cigarettes and pools of dirty water. Trash is lying around symmetrically to each other, black bags surrounding said bins. Wrapping around them completely, either of them being inside, on top, or thrown to the side.

Looking back up, beyond the emergency stairs and ACs, was a gray sky with a loathing sun wanting to penetrate through. The clouds soaring by, visibly moving to the left.

Yn:" Shit..."

You took the deal; you took god's deal. You were now in a different world, and with powers that you could choose.

The power you had chosen was not one to take lightly. It is one of the powerful beings who could slice an entire building in half, someone who wanted to protect the world but only saw more conflict inside of it. Forced to fight, he mustered as much as he could to protect it, and was successful, but with many casualties...

The Attributed were just shows of power you could do... And as soon as you clicked on that tab, you had a clever idea of where you were going to go.

Yn:" Honestly."

Putting your right hand on one of the trash bins, you walked towards the exit of an alleyway. Placing your right foot over a trash bag and onto a pizza box almost makes you slip. Cursing at yourself, you could fumble yourself to the streets.

And it all seemed the same as the world you left behind, the streets having some loitering here and there; the buildings standing tall with apartment buildings; the people walking by themselves or with other people having a wonderful time. The one thing that could force anyone to tell, they weren't in Kansas anymore, were the holographic decorations around.

The walking lane to cross the street glew blue, the lamp posts grew blue and had a shining light on top of them. The stop signs were as well, having red, green, and yellow laid on top of them.

These were the observations you could make around the valley, as you walked behind someone you didn't know. They were just an average person, who was right in front of someone from a different world.

The point of spawning was another thing. You could choose where you would wake up in this world. Something admirable. You could wake up in the middle of a fight and make your punch feel the size of a truck. Or you could 'spawn' in front of an important person in this world, proving your worth at once...

Click.

Click.

Clak.

Clak.

The footsteps stopped right in front of a bar, turning you saw a bar. A bar that you wanted to be in when you were a child... But how could that be? If this is a different world, then how would you want to be here since childhood?