Professor Arc

Chapter 2

Merry Christmas to everyone, here is my gift to you all! To the many people who reviewed, thank you all. It was humbling to get so much appreciation for the story - as well as support to continue the story. I didn't actually realise there were other stories with the same premise, but maybe they are all God-like Jaune stories, which I'm not into.

Either way, I hope you enjoy this chapter as well as your Christmas day. Please if you like, or have suggestions, leave me a review!

I would just like to pre-empt what people might see as poor grammar. In efforts to recreate the way a certain FAST-speaking person talks in RWBY... I have tried to make everything he says flow in a way that is difficult to read. Almost as difficult as it would be to understand in real life. I will try to make sure it is not obnoxious though, but if it IS actually annoying to read like that, let me know so I can make him different in future chapters.

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Doomsday Approaches

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"Wow, it sure pays to be a teacher." Jaune mumbled to himself as he looked around his new quarters, which were adjoined to his small office. The Headmaster had apparently thought that since he was a support teacher who might be called into any role on short notice, that it made sense to have his office and living quarters connected. Jaune had been quick to agree, knowing that if the man had claimed that new teachers wore pumpkins on their heads, he probably would have done it so as not to appear suspicious.

He just hadn't expected it to be so spacious! He had a decent sized bedroom with an en-suite bathroom, along with a kitchen-living room combination separated by a counter with two stools pulled up against it. The living area consisted of little more than a couch with a low laying coffee table and a decent-sized television, but it was still much more than he was used to at home. What's more, the fridge and cupboards were well stocked with a variety of meats and food.

It was almost enough to distract him from what today actually was. Today was to be his first official day of employment, and what was worse, the students were expected to arrive for within the next eight hours or so... though thankfully the mysterious initiation was not until the following day. Miss Goodwitch had been quick to assure him that the initiation would take the entire day, and that any teaching that might be required was still a good two days away. Still though...

Where was the training he had been promised!?

Idly his eyes fell on a small card that sat perched on the coffee table where he had laid it earlier, and the guilt that came along with it hit him like a mallet.

Congratulations on your new job! It was filled with kind and loving words, not only from his mother and father - who had been shocked but ecstatic that he had landed such a good job. But also from his sisters who pretty much had expected him to be a bum all his life. Such faith, and yet probably rightfully deserved.

We're so proud of you! He could remember the look on his mother's face as he told her what had happened. Oh, he'd made some alterations to the tale. As far as they knew he was going to be teaching at a combat school teaching younger teenagers, but the gist of the job had been the same. So maybe the lie wasn't that bad?

"Who am I kidding, I'm going straight to Hell."

Still his parents had been supportive and helpful, and had even taken him out shopping for supplies as a gift to him. Hence the new coat he was wearing that crossed over his breast-plated chest and swept down to the back of his knees. It wasn't a fashion statement though... one of the concerns that Jaune had given to his parents was that the fourteen year old students he was going to be teaching wouldn't give him full respect since he was so young. His mother had suggested dressing to make himself look older, and just not mentioning his age to any of them.