RWBY: Meta-Static

Prologue

???? 's POV:

I woke up this morning feeling the sadness again. I've got to remember that they aren't here anymore, but I still hope they return so we can play again. I got out of bed and washed up before heading downstairs.

"Oh, good morning," my mother said, making breakfast, "did you sleep well?"

"Yea, but," I said, "I woke up thinking about them again."

"Oh, baby, you can't keep doing that to yourself."

"I'm not doing this on purpose, Mom. It's been six years since the event, and I still miss them. I can't help but feel nostalgic for the old days."

My mother put down the skillet and hugged me.

"I know you miss them, honey," she said, "I miss them too. I miss seeing you all get into mischief and trouble and getting into schemes and making music. It hasn't been the same in our city since they were...well, we have the future to look forward to."

"I know. Thanks, Mom."

"Anytime, honey. Now can you wake up your sister? She's going to be late."

"She's a baby; let her sleep."

"Eight years old is not a baby!"

"She is to me!"

"Boy, go on git!"

I laughed and went upstairs to wake up my sister. Her alarm had been going off for ten minutes, but that girl could just sleep through anything. She once slept through an earthquake.

"Hey, sis," I whispered, patting her shoulder, "it's time to get up. You gotta go to school."

"Don't wanna," she groaned.

"Come on, Phora, you need to get up."

Phora yawned and rolled over.

"Fine then. I guess I can get a Grimm to wake you up. They love children."

Phora bolted up.

"You can't bring a Grimm in the house; Mommy will hurt you."

"That old bag wishes she could."

"Excuse me?"

I jumped and hit my knee on the bed frame. Mom had somehow snuck up behind us, holding a spatula.

"Say that again, little boy. I dare you," she said, waving her spatula around, "call me an old bag one more time."

"I didn't say that," I said, rubbing my knee, "Phora said it. So why'd you say Mom was an old bag?"

"That was you, yuck mouth!" Phora yelled.

"Don't you yell at me, little girl, or I'll steal your Adam's apple."

"Girls don't have Adam's Apples, stupid!"

"Well, what's this," I started tickling her throat, and she began thrashing and squirming to get away from me.

"Oh look, you're awake," said Mom, "now get dressed and get ready to eat breakfast. Your other siblings are about to leave. You don't want to miss them now, do you?"

And just like that, Phora jumped out of bed and began to wash up. We headed back downstairs, where Mom made a huge feast of eggs, bacon, waffles, pancakes, and the like. Most of it was for me since I have a much bigger appetite; I am a meta-human, and we need to eat more than regular humans.