Hey peeps! Thetimewalker here! In case you forgot this was a collab, I'ma gonna be givin you the author note for the next 3 chaps, which should be coming out quicker (with all the luck of the Irish, maybe). Sorry for the hiatus. Darkmoon kinda a mental episode, and I'm just not into it enough without him.

But now, I know what you are waiting for; you wanna see who Ben gets shipped with, doncha? Well drum roll please! *proceeds to roll snare around room* And the winner is: Blake with 9 votes, followed with a tie of 5 each to Krystal and Ruby! As of now, we shall pair our self-insert with the lovely Faunus. You all are too kind, pairing our avatar with only our beloveds... And the girl constantly hitting him in the head.

But now, onward to plot!

"I belieeeeeve I can flyyyyy! I believe I can touch the skyyy-yyyy-yyyy!"

"No, it's more like we're FREEEEEEEE! FREE FALLIN!"

I don't care if it's just falling with style, this is awesome! This is the coolest thing ever! Flying through the air, feeling the wind flow through my hair around my now tied down fedora, watching the tree line grow closer to impact.

Wait! What? Oh crap! Tree incoming!

Relax man, I got this!

Oh shit, you take over, and then I die flying head first into a tree. Marvelous. But Will took over anyway. He pressed a button on Deadshot and with a mighty swing threw one of its two scythes away into the woods. The duck you doing man.

Grappling hook. Catch a limb and swing down like Tarzan!

That's actually a good ide-"Owowowow! *wham*

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It took at least ten seconds for my brain to reactivate. "OW!" Slowly, I pulled myself off of the trunk that I had just face planted into. More like George of the Jungle than Tarzan, Will.

I'm not usually the one to question physics, but how the fuck did we survive that?

I bent my now aching neck to observe the scene around us. One scythe of Deadshot was stuck in a branch above us and the extended cord was wrapped around the tree a few times. Lots of little twigs and branches broken off and I swear the tree now has a me-shaped dent. I guess we must have started to spin around the tree and the branches took enough force to keep us from dying. But GOD it hurts.

So now we are injured in a forest full of shadow monsters and teenagers learning how to kill. This is just great! I say we activate Operation: Bloodmode!

Blood mode? The fuck are you up to this time?

Just hear me out on this, right? So, I'm the crazy insane badass side of you right?

Well you are an ass and you're bad at it.

Hey! Moving on, Remnant is an anime world, so anime physics apply.

Uh, I'm just gonna let you go with that one.

So if this works like any other anime, if you let your insane side go crazy, we'll go on an unstoppable blood rampage and kill everything insight! We'd get the cool crazy powers like our favorite psychos! I'm thinking of trying Dr. Stein's style of crazy first. Or maybe Deadpool. Joker maybe?

I think I'm gonna go with operation: Fuck No instead. Here's the plan: I stay in control, we avoid as many Grimm as possible and we hope to get out of here alive.

You really think we can manage running through a forest after face planting into a tree? I doubt we're fit to fight right now, and some wolfbearpig is probably gonna try and eat us soon!

I have my own plan. There aren't monkey Grimm are there?

How the fuck should I know?

Still, staying in the trees would be a smart move. We can shoot down on the terrestrial Grimm. I think there is an arrow-rope or something in the quiver.

I'm fine with going the Robin Hood approach.

So back to narration mode: I carefully moved around the tree's branches to untangle the cord and unhooked the hand-scythe from the tree branch. Fiddling with the buttons until it reformed into the needed bow form and grabbed a collapsible arrow tied to another. Pull back and twang, one arrow embedded in the tree now claimed with my face. The other arrow went in and went sailing, and hit something, hopefully a tree and not a student. A Grimm would be acceptable though. I switched Deadshot into its last form, a belay - I think that's how you spell it - and hooked the pulley over the line, said a prayer and jumped.

We get to fly again! Wahahahoo! One thing though, how are you planning to stop this time?

Oh fuck! Brakes! We need brakes! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Uh, dude, you can stop the screaming now.

Huh? Somehow, our second flight of death had ended short. I was now just dangling from the wire, a few feet from a tree, screaming like a bitch. How?

There was a brake, dumdum. We read the instructions, come on!

Thanks for the save man!

I'm just saving my own skin here. Nothing to write home ab- OH JEEZ we got monsters!

"Holy shit!" Three Ursa had surrounded the free I was dangling from, looking at me like a tasty smackerel of honey. The shadow bears grabbed the trunk and shook the tree. Oh God I'm gonna die! I'm gonna be bear food!

I have a plan to get out us out of this you know. Operation: Bloodmode is still on the table.

You really think going crazy is gonna save us from these things!?

Do you have a better idea?

Da bears shook the tree again, nearly shaking my grip off of Deadshot. Ok fine! Go psycho and kill the monsters! Just get us out of here in one piece!

While I'm at it, can I get the narration too?

Fine! Just kill those things already!

A devious smile quickly spread across my face. "Better prep for anatomy class, cause it's time for a dissection!" I hit the button to turn Deadshot back into hand scythe mode, which kinda cut through our support line. Luckily, there was a bear underneath to cushion my fall. My foot connected with the beast's face, knocking it down with my weight. My blades shot out, cutting through the Grimm's flesh like it was butter. Darkness saturated, possibly demonic butter. Unfortunately, there was no splatter, everything leaking out turned to dust on the wind. I wonder if that's where Dust comes from?

The dissection continued, and blades swung through flesh as song cut through the air:

"I am cutting up a bear!

But don't know what song this is!

Sounds sort of classical!

But maybe romantic!"

Scythes carved the beast, revealing delicious innards and organs. No heart, or spleen, to be seen. After a furious frenzy of slashes, I stood breathless, staring at the evaporating pile of evenly sliced bear. Man that was fun! I'm exhausted.

Um, Will?

Yeah, J-man?

What are you planning on doing about the other two Ursa?

"HWhat?" I turned around to see two Ursa Major towering over me, obviously miffed about my impromptu bio class using their brethren as a frog. "Oh. Forgot about you two." One raised a jumbo paw and

*wham*

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I skidded to halt some thirty feet back, my ass tracing its shape in the dirt. My lungs weren't responding, and I think there's some blood loss. And it looks like Yogi is coming for the picnic basket! Oh god I'm fucking doomed!

Oh please lord, don't let my last words be a Hanna Barbera reference!

Papa bear lifted up his big paw, readying me for my afterlife, and then... It fell over dead. Hawha? The bear face planted into the dirt, revealing a gun sticking out of the back of its head. A flick of black and the gun was gone. The remaining bear looked around wildly trying to find the killer, only to have its head cleaved off. When I could finally breathe again, I look up to see Blake standing over her kill. She was a damsel in shining armour come to rescue me, the knight in distress. Our eyes met.

"Looks like you could use a hand."

And just like the actual episode, this chapter will be extremely short, disappointing, and sets up the shipping! Stuck with Blake for four years. Life couldn't get much sweeter. This does bring up a problem though: team name. Seriously, now it's gonna be RBWB, and although Darkmoon likes the idea of team "reboob," I don't think that will work too well. So if any of you peeps in the comments have an idea for some semblance of a name we can make out of those initials, please give us a heads up in a review. Till next time! Peace!