It all began with the birth of Y/n, having been born with a deformation, he was abandoned by his parents and put into a cage by a traveling group. Growing up he was a sideshow attraction labeled, 'The Devil's Child' and beaten nearly every day. This caused him to develop a severe disregard for human life. At the age of ten, he finally made his escape and reached Mantle's Opera House. Finding an old cellar door he decided to enter the basement.
As he entered he heard such wonderful singing from the world above him, he practiced for years until the age of fourteen with no days off from training. He's already an expert in his craft, working hard in hopes that one day the people above could hear the absolutely wondrous singing that was muffled beneath the stage. One day they did.
People had then started to search for the auditory oasis in the undiscovered part of the theatre's talentless desert. Murmurs of the crowd could be heard just outside of Y/n's door. He panicked and looked for a place to hide, but it was then he saw it. An old Opera outfit, along with an old mask.
With this grim appearance he opened the door, their eyes were trained on him for a moment before he disappeared, fading away in front of them. They grew fearful as he responded with a deep, rough, yet clear voice.
"I am The Phantom, leave if you value your lives!"
Just then he appeared from the rafters, revealing his full grandeur. Everyone screamed, even before he tossed down his lasso. An unlucky member of the crowd had the rope secured around their neck. Y/n planted his feet firmly as he began to pull the man up by the neck. The knot ensured that the more the victim struggles the tighter it gets.
Y/n's POV
Five Months Later...
The theatre room was closed for months, everyone wanted to know who or what killed that person, and where the body went. Word quickly got around that there was...
"A phantom lives in these very walls," a girl told her friends, another girl with white hair also around the age of fourteen, just chuckled to herself.
"There's no such thing as phantoms! Besides, I, however, believe that there's an angel hiding in this theatre, at least my father does," her friend laughed at that remark.
"Yeah, because angels are real. Well, if you see something strange we won't be calling the Ghostbusters," her friend said before the group laughed as they left her behind. So, the white-haired girl began to practice for her musical number.
*Timeskip*
She was practicing on stage, not her best performance mind you, but to me, it sounded like a splendid musical reverberation of pleasing vocals. I looked up and reached out as though praising her performance and gratifying voice. I used my secret entrances to reach the spotlight platform.
"Brava! Brava! Bravissima!" I sang from the darkness above. Suddenly a great silence covered the auditorium, the girl then bowed her head.
"Angel I hear you speak, I'll listen. Stay by my side, guide me. Angel, my soul was weak forgive me. Enter at last, oh angel," she sang in return. I was stunned by her musical response, so I decided to return it in favor.
"Flattering child, you shall know me. See why in shadows I hide. Look at your face in a mirror... I am there inside!" Immediately following this a voice was heard from outside the Opera House doors.
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Phantom of Remnant (Phantom of The Opera Reader x RWBY)
Fanfiction(Y/N) was born different than the rest, he was born with a curse by Salem the witch of Remnant. He was cursed with having a face, not even a mother could love. The idea for this story is brought to you by @Thornfinna he helped with some ideas for t...
