just a Dream. . . . heh. (rwby Blake x male reader x yang xaio long)

... how we met...

We start off by looking up at a cloudy sky. As It slowly. . . . . Starts to rain.

*sniff*

The camera then pans down as it starts pouring more rain, we see a playground, and not far behind was a forest . . . . Nobody there . . . . . . Except

*sniff*

We look over at the swing set to see a boy, sitting . . . . He looks to be around seven years old . . . . . He was wearing some grey shoes, a pair of dark blue shorts, and a light grey hoodie, he had his hood up to keep him semi-dry from the rain.

He had one hand on the chain of the swing, and his other was in his pocket. As the camera gets closer to him, we get to see that his legs were all bruised and scratched up, his hoodie was dirty and ripped, either from running through the woods or from somewhere else.

*sniff*

We look up at his hood covered head and see tears falling out from his eyes, but if we were to look at his face . . . . . We could see that he had no emotion. . . . . . Almost as if . . . . . . He was empty. . . .

The boy took of the his and from the chain and out of his pocket to look at them . . . . . . They were cover in a red coat. . . . .  Of blood. This caused more tears to come out of his eyes.

As he kept crying with his emotionless face . . . . . He started to remember . . . . Just how he got in this situation. He closed his eyes, trying to forget. . . . . . . . . But it didn't work as he cluched his head, with bloodied hands,, as he started to remember.

???: *muffled* WHERE ARE YOU YOU BITCH!!!

the same boy shot up from his bed, but he was wearing a blue shirt with white stripes on it and a pair of dark blue shorts.

He jumped from his bed and put on a pair of grey shoes. He walked over to the door of his room and put an ear on his door. He heard plates being smashed along with other stuff being dropped from shelves. Then he hears another door open up.

???2: what are you doing! I just- . . . . . . . Are you drunk!

The boy Slightly opened the door in order to see. He saw a man wearing a tuxedo and a red tie. . . . He had goat horns and red eyes. He also had what looked like a bottle in his hands.

Man: I dont- *burp*- care about your little shit . . . . I'm here *burp* cause I didn't get my fucking money!

The boy pushed the door a little bit more to look over at a woman who had blonde hair and green eyes, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a blue shirt. She was a bit taller then the man but that didn't matter.

Woman: what money! We're fucking married John!

The man now know as John supports himself on a counter that was in the kitchen.

John: what! I'm *hic* not married, although if you want~

John pushed himself of the counter and tried to grab onto the woman.

John: we can skip the foreplay and skip straight to the fun~

The woman pushed John off him and he fell to the floor.

Woman: John! That's it!

The woman took of the ring on her finger and tossed it to the man as he tried to himself off the ground.