We Are Stronger Together (RWBY x OC's)

Need a hand? pt 2

The boy is golden armor...

Yellow eyes...

The warm glow of light...

Oscar woke up from another dream, he had been having many dreams about this boy since he began hearing the voice who called himself "ozpin", he had no idea who this boy was or why he kept appearing in his dreams but he was starting to get sick of it, as well as the voice that kept nagging him to travel to Haven Academy.

Ozpin: We have to leave..

Oscar ignores Ozpin's voice and decides to go check what his aunt made for dinner to clear his head from stress he's built up from hearing voices in his head and most importantly the strange dreams.

Ozpin: Oscar. OSCAR!

Oscar: I've decided that your not real, so you night as well just give up...

Ozpin: I understand how you feel, i went through the same panic and confusion.

Oscar looks at a book on the floor and picks it up before placing it on his bookshelf as he tries to live in denial in attempt to drown out Ozpin's voice.

Oscar: It's not real. It's not real. It's not real.

Ozpin: I can assure you, Your perfectly sane.

Oscar: I'm talking to a voice inside my head!

Ozpin: I didn't say you were normal, i said you were sane. There's quite the significant difference between-

Oscar: SHUT UP! You think this funny? It's not!

Ozpin: We are in complete agreement in the matter, i promise you. Believe me i wish this weren't the case but as I've told you our souls, our aura, are combined.

Oscar contemplates Ozpin's words but only gets more frustrated.

Oscar: I'm done listening to you.

Ozpin: Have you ever been to haven?

Oscar: I told you I'm not going, and I told you I'm done listening.

Ozpin: Do you think you could describe the headmaster's office?

Oscar: It's probably... It's...

Oscar tried to imagine what the headmaster's office would look like but instead find himself seeing a vision as if he had actually gone there.

Oscar: It's autumn-colored... with a large mahogany desk. There's a small table with chairs in a corner for guests, with a tea set that... I... I gave him.

He puts his hand to his head, disconcerted.

Oscar: Why did I say that? Why did I know that? Why did I say that?

Oscar becomes increasingly bothered and he starts backing up, dropping his hand.

Ozpin: Because I helped build that school, and the tea set was a gift to the man running it now.

Oscar sits on his bed and holds his head, groaning.

Ozpin: If you don't believe me, you can look it up. If I recall, your aunt has several books on Mistral downstairs. I'm certain you could find a picture in one of them.

Oscar: That... that's right, I must've seen it in a picture.

Ozpin: Oscar...

Oscar stands upright, tightening his fists at his sides and shouts.

Oscar: Stop talking to me!

Ozpin: I have a grave responsibility to uphold. We both do.

Oscar falls to his knees