Your eyes opened as you found yourself in a dark land, puddles of tar surrounded you. You shivered as you felt chills run down your spine, a creature of grim appearing right in front of you. If you could, you would've let out a scream as it charged at you. Your throat soar and your mouth dry, how long had it been since you last opened your eyes? It didn't matter since your life was about to end.
"Don't be scared little one... Your fine now... What's your name?" You opened your eyes and found an outstretched hand. You took it before taking in the features of the woman. Her skin was all white and black lines marked her body, she looked like a grim... "Y-Y/N... Y/N L/N..." You struggled getting the words out, your voice hoarse and almost forced. "How old are you?" You raked your brain trying to figure out any bits of information. You pulled out seven fingers and showed them to the woman not wanting to talk. A Beowulf made its way towards you and you ducked for cover only to be stopped. "It won't harm you... One of the grim thought you'd be useful and brought you here... Let's head inside. You need to get cleaned." You hesitated at first but soon followed the strange woman deciding it was better than being surrounded by grim.
You sat down in a large room with multiple chairs, a plate of food in front of you as Salem stared at you eat. "Do you remember anything?" She asked breaking the silence. You shook your head no as you took a sip of water. "Do you know if you have a semblance?" She asked and again you shook your head no. She seemed to be getting aggravated making you nervous. "Is there anything you remember?" She asked. Just as you were about to shake your head she grabbed your hand roughly and you yelled in pain. "I want you to respond with words when your talking to me. Just because your a kid doesn't give you the right to disrespect me, understood?" Your eyes watered as her grip got tight. "Y-Yes mam..." You whimpered as she let go.
"Good... Now is there anything you remember?" She asked again as you swallowed the lump in your throat. "I- I was sleeping and I heard the alarms. My dad rushed to get me out of the house and towards safety... There was fire and grim everywhere... And this one really creepy looking grim." You looked down at your food starting to feel sadness take over you. "I-I lost my mom and my dad... I don't know if they're alive. T-The Grim took me, A-And I passed out..." Your head had started pounding as tears rolled down your cheeks. You felt a cold hand wipe away your tears. "I can help you... Turn your fear into strength. I'm creating a world of my own, help me and I'll let you live in it. I will turn you into the ideal pawn, you'll help me achieve my goal and I'll let you live with me once it is accomplished... That is if you want to." You stared at her in fear before slowly shaking your head yes.
"Good... Get some rest. Your training begins tomorrow."
Short first chap as always, this whole story is PRE-WRITTEN. I will update and edit certain things as we go along.
RWBY has played an important part of my life as I entered my teen hood with it and now I'm like... An adult which is super fucking crazy cause just like these characters... I've grown. Staeted watching as a trouble making 11 year old and now I'm an adult (still cause so much trouble) but I'm better tho.
I'm rambling for to long but anyways, hope you enjoy this story and I'll see you next time.
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Psychotic (Tyrian Callows x reader)
FanfictionY/N L/N, the "daughter" of Salem, Raised to be used as a pawn, with no connection to the outside world, falls for one of the only people she's had contact with. A deranged psychotic killer and faunus named Tyrian Callows. (#1 in tyriancallows Novemb...
