Pain & Misery | A RWBY MaleReader

Chapter 3 - New friends, New Foes

3rd person POV - 12am

Y/n, did not like being next to all these people. Especially the people next to him that just wouldn't shut up.

Annoying 1: "Dude! We made it to Beacon!"

Annoying 2: "I know man, just...calm down a little people are staring"

As he says this, he locks eyes with Y/n who still looks on stone-faced, causing him to whip his head forward. 'Am I that bad to look at?'

Before Y/n could continue that train of thought a certain white haired man came onto stage and cleared his throat.

Ozpin: "I'll...keep this brief. You have traveled here today in search of knowledge--to hone your craft and acquire new skills. And when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people.
But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose – direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."

With this Ozpin walks off stage, leaving the rest up to Glynda.

Glynda: Attention Students. Tonight, you all are to be sleeping in the auditorium seeing as the  dorms haven't yet been arranged. The initiation will be tomorrow so I suggest you get some rest. That is all"

After her mini-speech Glynda follows after Ozpin off stage. However once again, Y/n was less than pleased.

He would have to spend his night with people he didn't know. 'God fucking dammit Ozpin.' y/n sighed as he went outside to go on a walk until dark.

Leaving the auditorium and following the path around school, Y/n found himself in front of the statue in the courtyard.

Looking up at it from where he was, he analysed the huntsmen depicted in it. 'Who are they? They're on beacon's courtyard statue, but I've never heard of them...'

Shaking his head to get rid of the straggling thoughts, he continued on the pathway. Eventually he stumbled upon a group of four boys.

???: Ohoho, lookie what we have here, lucky us eh boys?

Y/n recognized the armored 16-year old as the person he saw while walking around beacon at arrival.

???: I was just getting bored, too. Nice timing, punching bag.

Looking to the other three then looking back the ginger said one more thing.

Ginger: "Oh, this is going to be fun"

The four boys that were opposing Y/n raised their fists and before Y/n could respond, rushed him.

The Ginger planted his fist in Y/n's face, throwing him off balance as an audible crack was heard. Quickly regaining his footing, Y/n raised his fists in defence.

Honestly, Y/n couldn't care less about this. He could've run away. He could've fought back, and probably won.

But he didn't. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to care. He wouldn't die from this and he's used to being hurt, so what's the point?

And so, he simply raises his fists and pretends to attempt to block the attack thrown by Mr. Mohawk.

Said attack ends with Mohawk plowing his fist into Y/n's gut, causing him to keel over and almost removes his lunch from his stomach.

Mohawk: "Hahaha! Look how weak this guy is! Why are you here, weakling!?"

Y/n flinches at what he was called, memories coming back and that little voice in the back of his head telling him to fight back went dead quiet.