InSanE[Yandere RWBY x Mreader]

[Start]

A/N: So. I was bored. I was looking through some of my old works. And I got a notification. Someone had Favorited my old Yandere x RWBY series. I didn't like how I just ended it. So here we are. I'm gonna try and redo it.

Every day I will post the next part of it. It won't be too long and the story will be moulded by you, the readers, decisions. At the end of this, I'm going to try and aim for around twenty or more endings. So that means if you want to survive, don't do what crazy bitches say...Well, that may end up bad for you anyway. OK! Now that is out of the way, I hope you enjoy this mini-series.

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The clicking of heels was heard down one of the many hallways in Beacon Academy. It was early in the morning, around eight or nine, and Miss Goodwitch was not in a very 'Good' mood. She had just heard she would be tutoring one of the problem children in this school. (Name) (L/Name), the devil. The only reason he was called a devil, was the way he acted sometimes, he acted like the seven deadly sins you see. Sloth, Envy, Pride, Gluttony and so on. Each day was different. Some days he would have a one night stand with a female, others he would steal from the students in the school. And right now...he decided to beat up one of the students.

"Come on! You said you hated my guts!" He growled, punching the bloody and beaten student. All they could do was cough up blood and look at him through bruised eyes. His voice was as crippled as he was, "Please...stop" was barely heard as he received another punch to the face. "What was that?! Speak up!" he laughed, pulling his arm back for another punch only to be lifted off of the student. "Mr. (L/Name)! You. Me. Office. NOW!" All he did was tsk at her words earning him a slam to the floor. "Fine!" he grumbled as he was set down as the bloody student's teammates helped him up. "Take him to the infirmary" Miss Goodwitch commanded making the nod as he was carried off.

"What gives?" (Name) grumbled as he earned a thwack on the head by her riding crop. "You know 'what gives' Mr (L/Name)! You will be kicked out if one of these happens again!" she growled as she started to drag him by the ear. He hissed in pain as he was dragged, glaring up at her, "Old had" he growled earning another thwack to the head. Miss Goodwitch sat him down in her office and closed the door behind her. She sat in her own chair and placed her deadly weapon on the table as she rested her arms on the table. "Harming a student out in the open. Why?" "Why?! He attacked me!" "Very unlikely" she sighed, turning on a small monitor to the side of her as a video began playing. "This is the security camera footage that was above you when you attacked the student," she said as it started to speed up, "We will find out if your lying or not".

(Name) scoffed as he pulled out a cigarette and stuck his thumb out as a small flame appeared on the end of it. He lit the cigarette and puffed some smoke out, looking at the monitor. It stopped as it showed (Name) walking down a hallway-the one where he 'attacked' the student at. "Oi, freak!" a voice said as a rock hit (Name) on the head. He growled and turned around as the student from before tried to hit him only to get an elbow to the face as (Name) mounted him and started to punch the every living shit out of him. "Oh god" Miss Goodwitch muttered looking at (Name). "He. Attacked me" he said, blowing a smoke ring before blowing a smaller one through it.

"I-I see. Well, you are free to go now until a bit more evidence is shown" he grumbled and stood up before blowing one last puff of air as he killed the stick of death and left it on the desk. The teacher could only sigh when he office door was slammed shut. "What am I going to do with him?".

(Name) grumbled to himself as he looked up at a clock. Nine Thirty. Halfway through his first lesson. Now was the question, should he go to it?

[Voting]

[OPTION A]

GO TO CLASS

[OPTION B]

SKIP CLASS, AND WANDER ABOUT

[Remember]

YOUR CHOICES CONTROL THE STORY, ONE MISSTEP AND THE ROUTE WILL BE DESTROYED. CHOOSE WISELY. YOUR FATE IS IN YOUR HANDS (Also the authors).