Surprise, mothafuckas! (I love you all please don't hate me that was supposed to be funny I'm sorry)

Yes, this is indeed an update to Children of Summer. It's been four months since the epilogue was posted, and I'm still really happy that so many people liked this story. I was kind of surprised to see this still getting a considerable amount of views even after it was over. So you late readers get a CoS-sized thanks too!

Anyway, this is the part where I probably get a load of boos and tomatoes thrown at me. There ain't no post-epilogue to read here. I would just like to direct you to a poll in my profile which you might find interesting.

And, well, since I'm doing this anyway, let's plug some more! Days of Spring, the prequel, is on its thirtieth third chapter. Yep. You all go catch up or something. Also Falling Roses Burn Brighter for the people who liked the Falling Petals here.

So that's all, I guess. Huh. Feels empty.

A Zeroan-sized thanks to- WAIT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT WHAT WHAT WHAT-

"Niece?" Qrow poked his head inside the headmistress's office, afraid of what he might find inside. "I heard a loud thump, woosh, and a kind of girly scream? You okay?"

Ruby took her white eyes off her papers to stare quizzically at her uncle.

"Huh?" She said innocently. "Maybe it was downstairs. Also, shouldn't you be teaching right now?"

"I've got ten minutes to spare." He shrugged, stretching the truth a bit. "Do you need help, Little Red? Or Little White. Huh, I should probably think of a new nickname."

Ruby's eyes wandered to her white cloak, unusually hanging behind her chair. She hadn't felt like using it that day; it sometimes reminded her too much of her mother.

"Little Red is fine." She stated. "And, no, I don't need help, Mister Helpful Uncle. I've been on this job for a year now, okay? I can handle myself." She gave him a glare. "And don't lie to me again. Go teach the kids."

Qrow actually shivered under her deathly stare and blurred out of sight.

Once the door was closed, Ruby sighed and leant back on her chair. She reached for a compartment on her desk and opened it. A head rolled off of it, and she smiled.

"That's what you get for plugging your own works, Mister Zeroan." She sang. Then she scratched her chin, a curious thought forming in her head. "You always knew I would go crazy, just as you knew Yang would become a Grimm. And how my mother and father would die… You… YOU ARE THE REASON FOR MY SUFFERING."

She drew Crescent Rose and pulled it down on the head, splitting it in two.

Ruby blinked.

"Still gotta do my paperwork." She sighed. "You couldn't even take reality down with you…"

Then she turned to her papers and started to write with her fingers, using the stranger's blood as ink.

Late at night, the head blinked, finding itself still on the ground in a pool of blood.

"Oh, shit." He whispered. "What the fuck have I unleashed?"