The prototype hunstman of Remnant

I used to be normal... Heh... at this point there really is no such things as normal. But I used to have a decent life, until HE showed up, made me into some.... THING, he wanted me to call him "father" after he killed my real one, and I went with it, knowing I was replaceable if I refused. for I was one of his first "evolved" and I'm now the last, my creator destroyed from one of his own, I'm happy it happened but I'm still the last of my kind. I have nowhere to go and no one to turn to, so.... why not go to a new world that doesn't know of the sins I've had to commit to live?

(Prototype male reader x RWBY)

I own nothing but my story.