(No more heroes/RWBY fanfic)
So I get a call from a bud of mine, he tells me that a evil cult of Salem worshipers are going to turn a old teleporter into a time machine and go back in time to kill the person who is responsible for Salem's death. See...
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Like a monk high on weed, he was meditating. He felt the breeze of the wild, smelt the scent of the forest, heard the sounds of nature.
Hotdog man: ................
Watching him a few feet away was a unnatural being. A Grimm girl, known as Blair witch.
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Blair witch: So your the old fart training (Y/n) R. Touchdown......
Hotdog man: That is true......
Blair witch: That wasn't a smart move old man.
Hotdog man: Age doesn't make one smart, it makes one wise.
Blair witch: Yeah whatever. We can't have that Otaku fuck getting any better at killing us, so I'm going to end this training sessions you have with him.
Hotdog man: Do you believe violence is the answer?
Blair witch: Obviously.
Hotdog man: Foolish witch.....
He stood up.
Hotdog man: Violence isn't the answer, it's a question......
Hotdog man: And the answer to that question is yes.
Hotdog man flexed his body, causing his shirt to rip apart.
Blair witch: So the old man can still fight despite his age?
She created a ball of power.
Blair witch: I guess some target practice would be nice.
