‘Well this is just fuck-tastic!’ I thought as I jumped out of the way of a beowolf claw that probably would've killed me. Behind it was two of its friends, lying lifeless with bullet holes in their heads which would be great it hadn't left me without any ammo to deal with the big boss.

‘Dammit Weiss, this is all your fault!’ I thought as I basically bitch slapped the thing with one of my three-barrel shotguns. it roared in anger before slamming its huge claw into me, slamming me against a tree. I screamed in pain, feeling one of the bones in my right wing snap like a twig.

‘Great, now I can't even fly outta here. This just keeps getting better and better doesn't it?’

I sat there with my hands on my head, waiting for the world to stop spinning. Or was that just me? After a few blinks and a quick shake of the head, I suddenly became very aware of the pissed off beowolf charging right at me. I screeched (yes, we do that. Cat-faunus hiss, wolf-faunus howl and bat-faunus screech. We're weird like that) and jumped out of the way as the enraged beast tackled the tree like it was its best friend. Thinking this was a good time to escape as any, I scrambled to my feet and high tailed it outta there. Unfortunately the twitch of one of my large ears, combined with the loud thuds behind me, were quick to remind me that the beowolf wasn't quite done with me just yet.

“Duck.”

‘Huh?’

“I said duck!”

Deciding to question my sanity when I wasn't about to be Grimm chow, I froze, nearly tripping in the process, and ducked just in time for the massive beowolf to jump over and slam into a tree, knocking it like it was its best fri- oh wait, I already used that one did I?

“Yes you did, now run batboy run!”

Screeching in fear at the sight of the beowolf getting to its feet, I happily followed the voices instructions. After all, breathing first, therapy later.

A loud roar and louder thuds alerted me to the fact that the beowolf was chasing me, causing my legs to go into overdrive. I tried to unfold my wing but the pain in my right wing was quick to dismiss that plan.

“Man you REALLY pissed this fella off did ya? Make a left here.”

‘Well excuse me if my desire to keep all of my internal organs intact is so offending to-WAIT! Where are we going?! More importantly, why am I hearing voices?!’

“As my old pal Celestial would say, ‘All good things come to those who wait.’ Cheesy isn't it? Oh look, here's our stop. Good luck kid.”

“Huh?!” I exclaimed as I came upon a cliff. A freaking cliff! Screw you disembodied voice!

I looked over the edge of the cliff and immediately regretted it. Now, as a bat-faunus, heights are one of the last that scare me, but even I had to admit that that was a hell of a long way down! I was about to turn back when a loud growl reminded me that I had bigger problems to worry about.

‘Well this is just a perfect ending to a perfect story isn't it? First, I get ambushed by a pair of beowolfs, then, after killing those two, an even bigger one shows up to finish the job! Oh, let's not forget, I'm out of ammo, low on aura, unable to fly or even use my semblance and now forced to choose between falling to my death and being ripped apart piece by piece! Am I missing anything? Oh yeah, my girlfriend cheated on me which caused all of this to happen in the first place! Well Weiss, I hope you and Neptune are VERY happy together!’

I gulped as the beast stalked towards me, daring me to even try to escape this time. I switched stares between the cliff and the beast, weighing my option. Both sucked.

“Jump.”

‘What?!’

"Just do it kid, trust me on this.”

'Why should I?’

“Have I ever steered you wrong before?”

‘You steered me to this cliff!!!’

“Hmm, touché. How about this, you're gonna die either way so which would you rather prefer: being a splatter on the floor or Tiny over there?”

I screeched in fright as the beowolf growled at me, exposing its large, sharp teeth. I looked down at the cliff then back at the grimm, sighing as I finally came to a decision. Turning to the beast, I gave it a quick soldier's salute before leaning back, falling just in time to avoid being pounced on.

As I feel through the air, my life suddenly began to flash before my eyes. As I watched the documentary of my life up until this point, one thing became very clear to me.

My life sucked.

Oh wait, two things. I seriously need to cut back on the cake.

Let's start off from the beginning. I have little to no friends, my own teammates tended to avoid me, the closest thing I had to a mother figure was a freaking teacher and my first girlfriend thought I wasn't good enough. Oh, and let's not forget that I'm about to die. Yep, I am living the dream. Or, uh, dying the dream I guess.

‘Well, at least things can't possibly get any wor-’

A loud squawk snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned my head to the source of the noise and immediately felt my stomach fill with dread. There, flying straight towards me, was the largest Nevermore I had ever seen. Ever.

“Oh you've got to be kidding me…” I muttered.

It didn't take long of the bird-like Grimm to reach me, for something so huge, it was pretty damn fast. I screeched in terror, bracing myself as it opened its large beak, getting ready to swallow me whole...and not in a fun way.

Just as it was about to shut its beak with me in it, a bright light flashed, scaring the nevermore enough to make it hesitate and then….everything went black.

I groaned, opening my eyes to the sight of….nothing. No seriously, there was nothing all around me. Just an endless void that I was apparently floating around in.

‘Where am I? How did I get here? Where IS here?’ I thought, looking around for some sort of clue to help me identity… Whatever this was

‘Did I...die?’

“Now my boy, where would be the fun in that?”

That voice. I knew that voice. It was the one that got me killed in the first place!

“Just great,” I groaned. “First I die and now I'm forced to spend the rest of my afterlife with my killer. I just can't catch a break can I?”

“That's the spirit!” The voice laughed. “Seriously though, you're really not dead. I made sure of that.”

“Well of the voice in my head say that I'm alive then it must be true,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Who says I'm in you're head?”

“You did…. Just now,” I quipped.

“Technically correct, the best kind of correct! Just gimme a sec.”

I raised an eyebrow as I listened to the sounds of….shuffling? Yep, that was definitely shuffling. Oh wait, there was also a thud followed by a few curses...I think. What the hell does ‘buck’ mean?

“Ah, here it is!”

There was a ‘click’ sound followed by a buff of smoke. I coughed and waved my arms as I waited for the smoke to disperse and when it did...well...I wasn't sure what I looking really. There was only one way to describe the creature before me.

“Jesus you're an ugly jigsaw puzzle.” I said, raising an eyebrow at the...thing before me.

“Wow, I haven't heard THAT one before.” Said the mismatched creature, rolling its eyes. “Honestly Myotis, I thought you'd be a little more, oh I don't know, grateful to the god that saved your life. How disappointing.”

“YOU'RE THE ONE WHO GOT ME KILL- wait, how do you know my name?” I asked.

“Oh I know a little more than that kiddo.” He snapped his finger, causing a file with a picture of me on it to suddenly appear in his...talon?

“Let's see here…” He said as read through the file. “Name: Myotis Neo, really cliche by the way-

“Fuck you!”

"Species: bat-faunus, whatever that means, age: nineteen, semblance: shadow manipulation. Oh and you also have the most depressing love life in both our worlds, especially around this ‘Weiss’ girl.”

“Y-you know about that?” I gulped, staring at the creature with wide eyes.

“Oh and so much more!” He said, a creepy smirk growing on his face.

I gulped again and began to back away from the creature. Not sure where i was trying to go but hey, it's the thought that counts right? "W-What do you want?"

“Well for one thing,” he suddenly appeared behind me, causing me to screech in fright. “I want to introduce myself. The name's Discord kid. Master of mischief and merriment!”

“Mischief? Isn't that Loki’s job? Or was it Ares?” I muttered, temporarily forgetting about what's-his-name.

“Girl please,” He exclaimed, suddenly appearing in front of me in a cheerleader outfit.

‘My eyes!”

“Those two wish they could hold a candle to allah dis!”

“Change back! Change back!” I yelled, covering my eyes. “Just...tell me what you want before I see you in a bikini- DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!!” I yelled as he raised his fingers.

“Oh fine,” He groaned, suddenly appearing on my shoulder. “You see kid, I'm here to offer you a deal you can't refuse.”

“Of course I can't refuse; I'm dead!” I yelled.

“Oh for the love of...you're not dead. You're just being transported.”

“Transport?” I asked. “Transported where exactly?”

“Trust me you'll know when you get there,” He snickered. “Anyway, I need you to do me a favor.”

“And that would be…?”

“You see kid,” He snapped his fingers and I suddenly found myself sitting in a desk in front of blackboard. In front of it was Discord, holding a pointer. “ I come from a world where everything is incredibly…well, boring. Everything is just so..ugh, normal. But that's where I come in!” He pointed at a crudely down drawing of himself. “It's my job to make thing fun and chaotic! Sweet gig huh?”

“I'm afraid I still don't follow. Why do you ne-”

“Please save all questions until after the lesson,” He interrupted. “You see, due to a little incident recently involving six mares-

“Mares?”

“I am unable to perfume my duties,” He said before pointing to another drawing, this one of me.

“Me?" I raised an eyebrow and cocked my head to the side.

“Yes, you,” He said, shoving the pointer in my face. “I need you to fill in for me.”

…..what?

“So..you want me...to do your job for you?”

“More or less,” He shrugged. “I just can't stand the thought of me being gone without at least leaving a parting gift. And what better way to make life more interesting than bringing an alien into town? Ooh, I'm getting giddy just thinking about it.”

“Okay….” I said, more than alittoe creeper out by the expression on his face. “Say I do accept this deal of yours, what do I get out of this?”

He raised an eyebrow at me, as if I had just asked him the dumbest question in the entire universe. “You mean that's not obvious?”

“Not really.”

“Hmm,” He rubbed his chin in thought before snapping his fingers again. Suddenly, the classroom setting was gone. “Alright, I'll send you back home.”

“Huh?” I asked. “Seriously? Just like that?”

“Sure! After all, who am I to keep you away from your loved ones?”

“...huh?”

“I mean, your teammates be worried si- oh wait, they didn't like you very much did they? Hmm, well I bet the teachers- oh wait, nope. Well I'm sure your lover must- oh wait, that didn't end very well did it? Oh well, I bet-”

“ALRIGHT READY!!!” I yelled, actually scaring him a little. “You made your point. Just tell me what to do.” I growled.

“Excelent! You'll start right away!”

“Wait, wha-

“Oh and don't worry about you weapons and semblance, they should work just fine. Ta ta~.”

“W-W-Wait, how am I supposed to-” I was cutnoff byna bright red light and then...everything went black....again.

“-Know what to do?!” He yelled, bolting into a sitting position. He Sat there, blinking in confusion before finally realising what had happened. “Son of bitch!”

Growling in frustration, he got up and stretched his muscles, sighing in satisfaction at the feeling of joint popping in his...wings?

‘Wait a minute…’

He looked at his right wings was utterly surprised to seen that it was...completely fine. He flapped it a little, expect to feel tremendous pain shoot down his wing, but was shocked to find that he didn't feel anything at all. It was as if he had never gotten injured in the first place.

‘Is this Discord’s doing?’ He thought. ‘What else did he do to me?’

Looking himself over, he noticed that his clothes were fixed and that his weapons were in their holsters at his sides. Taking out his weapons, a pair of three-barreled shotguns that he had lovingly named ‘Ebony and Crimson’, he gave them a quick check up. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until he checked the cylinders, where he was surprised to see that both were fully loaded

‘Well, looks like some good came outta this after all,’ As he took a look around to check his location. Black, creepy looking trees stood all around him and almost no sunlight whatsoever broke through the trees. He perked his ears to check for any life but even with his super sensitive bat ears, no sounds were heard.

“Where the hell am I anyway, hell?” He asked himself. “Well, I suppose standing here isn't gonna help. Might as well-”

His right ear suddenly twitched, alerting to the sound of a twig snapping not too far behind him. Turning around, he quickly unfolded his wings, preparing to make a hasty retreat if necessary.

“Who's there?” He called out. “I know you're back there so you might as well come out.”

He waited for a response, his ears perked and his weapons held tightly in his grasp. He stood still for about a minute or so before sighing and folding his wings back. “Huh, I guess it was nothing. My ears must be a little rusty or-”

“Grrr…”

His ears perked and his eyes widened. He quickly turned to his left to see a wolf walking out of the bushes….or at least he thought it was a wolf.

'What the fuck?’ He thought, staring at the...thing with an expression of fear and confusion. It looked like some kind of hound but it was made out of twigs and logs. Its eyes glowed a sickly green that reminded him of every horror movie he ever saw.

‘Geez, and here I thought the Grimm were ugly.’

“Easy boy, I don't want any trouble,” He said, backing up as the stick-wolf stalked towards him. “Don't ya got some balls to lick? Go, go lick your balls...or are they berries?”

The beast growled before pouncing, baring its wooden teeth, ready to rip the bat-faunus apart-

BANG!!

Only to have its head turned into splinters.

“Ha! Not so tough now are ya?!” He yelled, blowing the smoke of his gun. “You think you're all that cause you're made of wood? Well show me a picture of Yang in a bikini and you'll see the power of my wood! Ha!” He cheered, wiping off the green sap-like blood that had managed to land on him.

His miny celebration was cut short by the sound of more growling. Gulping, he slowly turned around and came face to face with a whole group of wooden wolves and none of them looked too happy.

‘And a break cannot be caught.’

“Uhh...Hi fellas. Now, I know this may look bad but it's not you think….his face ran into my bullets!”

The wooden wolves growled before pouncing, causing him to screech in fright. He rolled to the side, quickly pulling out Ebony and blasting the wolf’s head off. His left ear twitched, causing him to aim Crimson to his left and pull the trigger. A yelp was heard, followed by the sound of twigs breaking. He noticed another wolf try to jump at him and quickly spun on his heel, using the momentum hit the wolf in the face with Ebony. Quickly aiming Crimson, he shot it in the chest before it could get up,causing green sap to fly everywhere.

He then quickly unfolded his wings and took to the air, being careful to avoid the trees. A pair of them tried to jump at him only for both of them to be shot down at once, causing him to snicker.

“Glynda, you were a hardass but also one hell of a teacher-AAAHH!!!” He yelled, feeling one of the wolves bite his leg, pulling him to ground. He felt the air leave his lungs as he slammed into the ground. One of the pounced on him while the kept its grip on his leg, its wooden teeth nearly reaching the bone.

‘Well, this is it,’ he thought as the wolf on top of him opened its maw, getting ready to bite down on his neck. ‘I can't believe this. I escaped one death, only to meet another! Oh well, I lived a good life right? Wait, no I didnt! Son of a- wait, a minute!’

A thought suddenly occurred to him, causing him to mentally facepalm at his own stupidity. Activating his semblance, he sank into his shadow just in time to avoid getting his neck chomped on while freeing his leg at the same time. The wolves looked around, sniffing the air and whimpering in confusion, when a ‘click’ sound suddenly reached their ears. They turned around, only to find the three barrels in their faces and a smirking bat-faunus.

“Alright boys, time to play dead.”

BANG!!BANG!!

“Good dog...wood..things.” He said, watching their bodies fall to the ground. He turned to leave but the sudden jolt of pain in his leg caused him to yell in pain and fall to his knees.

“Dammit, lost AND injured. Break, why do you allude m - what's that sound?” He muttered.

He perked his ears and focus on the sound. A distant sound of clopping reached his ears, causing his eyes to widen. Clopping meant horses and horses meant people. He was saved! He just needed to get their attention.

“Somebody help!” He called, praying to whatever deity watching over him that they heard him, hopefully before more stick wolves showed up.

The clopping got louder (eww…), causing him to flutter his wings in happiness. He looked down and noticed that the blood was starting to seep through his pants. He cringed at the sight and immediately looked at away. Hopefully these people could take him to a hospital.

“Come on sweetie, I think it came from over here,” Said a voice in the distance.

“I'm over here! Please, I need help!” He called.

The clopping was now accompanied by voices, three of them it seemed. He was about to called out to them again when he heard something gasp to his left. He turned his head to explain his situation and nearly dropped his jaw.

‘What the…?’

What he saw was not humans, but rather, some strange...horse-faunus-like creature. There were three in total. They were pretty short and came in different colours. One of them had white fur and, oddly enough, had two-toned hair that matched her tail. She wore an adorable white sundress with a pink sash around her waist, though the most noticeable thing able her was the white horse on her forehead.

The second had orange fur and and purple hair that matched her tail as well. She was wearing an orange shirt and blue shorts. Two small orange wings jutted out of her back that made him question how she could possibly fly with wing that size.

The their one seem to be the only normal one out of the group. She had bright yellow fur and red hair. She was wearing a red shirt and blue overalls. Atop her head was a large bow that reminded him of Blake.

Nobody moved a muscle. Nobody spoke. They just stared at each other shocked silence. He blinked then they blinked. This process repeated itself for a while before the three...fillies did something he wasn't expecting.

“Monster!!” They screamed.

“W-Wait no I -” But it was no use. By the time he was halfway through his sentence, they had already run away, leaving him with a bleeding leg and sore ears.

“Well that didn't work,” He deadpanned. He looked around, hoping to something that could help him out. No doubt other predators heard the commotion and were probably on their way. He couldn't fly out, way too much foliage in the way, but maybe he could to the next best thing.

He began gently flapping his wings. There wasn't enough force to launch himself into air but there was just enough to get him off the ground. It took a few flaps but soon he was hovering just a few inches off the ground.

“Well that solves one problem, that just leaves one left,” He muttered. He looked in the direction the three fillies went and noticed some footprints leading ahead.

“Well what do you know, I guess they did help me after all.” He thought as he followed the trail.

Author's Note

So which do you like more, this one or the first one?