Project: RWBY

Ch 4) Wanna Bet?

And here I am yet again, in this cold, oddly well furnished dark gothic room. Here in this room where I on occasion drop by, I always end up having to talk myself.

Literally.

'Myself' Being a more mature, and formal version of me standing in front of a giant window. But everything behind the glass is blurred, like a memory that's teasing me on the edge of my mind.

Sitting across from me is a man with the same short black hair and dark blue eyes that look like the abyss of an endless ocean as me. His skin seems almost perfect, which doesn't make any sense at all considering his line of work that somehow failed to roughen up that handsome face of his.

Is that how other people see me?

"You've been enjoying the student life eh?"

"Shut up," My words are sharp, as is my gaze, "What do you want with me this time?"

He simply smiles and shrugs as he takes a seat in front of me. "Nothing much, I just wanted to remind you about what you should be doing instead of messing around with a bunch of kids."

"Seriously? You call a bunch of twenty-year-olds kids?"

"When you've been stuck here as long as I have, everyone seems like kids to you." He continues to smile, a menacing cold seeping into his voice. "And they're all blind idiots."

I ignore his implication and press him for answers.

"And you still haven't told me what you are, or why you're 'stuck'," I say with air quotations.

He spins around in his wheeled seat almost seeming to disregard my question. "I'd rather you find out yourself so you can realize the severity of the situation better."

I grit my teeth in frustration. "Do you want me to help you or not? If not, then just leave me the hell alone already."

He stops spinning and faces me with an irked smile. "Are you sure you want that? You may not realize it, but you need me. Sure you can hold your own in a fight, but that's all you're good for, isn't it? You've been here so long that you've lost your touch, I'm just here to remind you of what you've forgotten."

A mocking smile tails his words, a smile I want to punch off his face out of frustration.

It only frustrates me more that I can't figure out his damn riddles. "Can you at least tone it down with the hallucinations? People will start thinking I'm insane at this rate."

"Oh but those aren't hallucinations, they're a part of you now."

More damn riddles.

"Yeah sure they are," I say, my voice laced with a healthy dose of sarcasm. "If you're really me, then you want something out of this. We don't do things out of the goodness of our hearts."

I don't exactly know why, but I've finally managed to get under his skin and force him to drop the fake smile.

"Yeah, you're right, I do want something out of you. But you haven't even reached the first step of getting there," He sighs annoyedly as takes a moment to appraise me, "If you're finally done playing robber then start playing the student. Quit ignoring things and figure them out instead of wasting your time making stupid toys." Crackle and Pop both appear in his hands.

"Hey, you put those down."

"This is a dream remember? These things aren't even real, and neither am I." He says as he lets go of them and they shatter into fading glass. "Whatever, it won't matter to me whether you live or die." He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.