You slowly open your eyes and scan your room.
You look around and see that none of your team is there.
(Y/N): Uh, guys?
No answer.
You walk over to the bathroom door, knock twice, with no reply.
(Y/N): Where the hell are they?
You walk over to the door out to the hallway.
But as you reach for the doorknob, the door suddenly flies open, and you are greeted by Adam Taurus, who has just put a sword through your chest.
(Y/N): (gasp)
You shoot up out of your sleeping bag and see your team sleeping soundly, minus Blake, of course.
Judging from the light outside, or lack thereof, you see that it is still night time.
You check the clock.
2:13 AM
You take some deep breaths to try and calm down.
(Y/N): Fuck this... I need to find her.
(Y/N): If anything, she'll be where the Fang is, if she's with them or not.
You get out of your sleeping bag and gear up.
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BTW, Think of this as your normal combat outfit, unless the outfit is specified.
After lacing up your black combat boots, you holster a suppressed Glock, attach your Grappling Gauntlet, and grab a short barreled shotgun.
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Regulator of Remnant RWBY *Male Reader Insert*
Fanfiction(Y/N) is magically transported into the world of Remnant, and is caught up in the secret war between Salem and Ozma. Will his love of weapons and his tactical cunning be able to help the cause? Or will he fall to the Grimm? NOTE: NONE of the songs o...
