A shattered heart: RWBY x neglected and abused Male reader

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(F/n pov)

Once I gotten back to my dorm I noticed, everyone had already left. Izanami was asleep in her little nest, and the news was covering the sudden increase in Grimm attack. Well at least at least the need for huntsmen will be apparent, but at what cost I wonder. But before I could think of anything, I heard a knock on the door.

F/n: Come in.

The door soon opened to reveal Glynda and Penny, both with sad happy expressions on them.

F/n: Oh, hello there. Is something the matter?

Glynda: Just came to say our goodbyes.

F/n:?

Penny: We both know your going to leave soon, so we thought we could spend some time with you before you leave.

F/n: I see...

I said as I began grabbing my stuff.

F/n: So what do you two want to do?

Glynda: Could we perhaps...

Penny: Spend some time with you?

F/n: Sure.

Soon both Penny and Glynda found a place to sit.

F/n: So how was your day?

Glynda: Eventful thanks to Yang. I also heard you had a chat with Ozpin.

F/n: He picked one of team mates for something that is far to dangerous in my opinion.

Glynda: I know, I just wanted to say sorry for putting your friend in that situation. I just... couldn't handle dealing with something that's so dangerous.

Penny: If something like that is dangerous, I would assume Ozpin would ask for some reason.

F/n: Penny... Never change.

Penny: I didn't know it was possible to change.

Glynda: You certainly know how to draw them in, but who am I to talk.

F/n: Which makes me ask, are you okay with this?

Glynda: You think your the first person who had a harem? Their had been people who's semblance makes them irresistible to anyone who's eyes befall them. If anything, it's a little normal at this point in time.

Penny: In fact your story isn't so uncommon.

F/n: That may be true, but I'm not interested in telling mine. I'm only interested in one thing, fulfilling promises I make. Mainly the one I made ten years ago.

Glynda: To live... I wonder though, are you really alive?

F/n: Well my heart is still beating, I can still think, and I'm still breathing so.

Glynda: I mean do you have dreams?

F/n: Only pitch black darkness if i'm lucky, otherwise I just have nightmares.

Penny: What kind?

F/n: Reminders of what I lost, and what I might lose. I see my hands covered in blood as everyone around me were dead, all looking right at me. Asking the same question, "Why?"

Penny: You might to see a therapist about these dreams.

F/n: And how many do you know that work around here? Besides what I get isn't enough to pay for any weekly sessions.

Glynda: What do you use the money I pay you for anyway?

F/n: I give to it charity under Shannon's name. Mainly the ones that focus on giving children a better life, weather that be medical or giving them a better home.