Hello everyone, I asked for your votes and The Plot Hole won (only by 1 vote though, sorry Red Wolf fans!). Actually, the whole poll was pretty damn close. We had Plot hole in first, Red wolf 1 point behind that, Hunting Grounds and Faded Rose one point behind that, and Opponent, Audience, and a Game one point behind them! This was ridiculously close!

Anyways, here it is! This first chapter is the introduction, not too much going on. I originally had this idea watching somebody do a CinemaSins-style video on RWBY Volume 1. This isn't going to be representative of the rest of the story, as this is exposition, but after this it becomes a series of mostly unrelated insane situations. Kinda like RWBY Chibi but… well, funny I hope (I like some of the shorts in it, but most of them aren't that good in my opinion).

Also, check out Rohge-Killer. He shouted me out, so I'm shouting him out. Then you can shout us out, and we'll shout you out. Then we get a whole network of shout-outs to the point they're obsolete and we're just listing every author on the site! Or, you know, just check him and his work out... that works too...

With that, let the games begin!

Chapter 1: The Middle of the Beginning of the end

"The moral of the story? A true huntsman must be honorable! A true huntsman must be dependable! A true huntsman must be strategic, well educated, and wise!" Nora slumped down and laid her head on her arms. This professor just would not shut up! To make matters worse, she'd been feeling off all day, like something just wasn't quite right. "So, who among you believes themselves to be the embodiment of these traits?"

Suddenly, a row ahead of her, Weiss Schnee's hand shot up as she responded to the teacher's question with "I do, sir!"

'Wow, she's certainly eager.' The large man turned to look to his right, focusing on a metal cage with the glowing red eyes of a creature of Grimm behind the bars. "Well then, let's find out. Step forward, and face your opponent!"

The heiress rose from her seat and strutted down to the center of the room, and that's when it began. Nora squinted at the girl as she realized there had been a sudden costume change. Weiss had been wearing her school uniform like the rest of the class, Nora had blinked, and when her eyes opened the ivory-haired huntress was in her combat attire.

"Wait a second!" Nora called out from her seat, "when did you change clothes?" The girl looked confused for a moment before looking down. Upon seeing what she was wearing, Weiss jumped a little bit. "What the- how did I get in my combat uniform?" While the class directed their attention at the first interesting thing to happen in that class all day, Nora's mind was already moving on to different subjects.

"And when did the cage get there, professor? It wasn't there when we got in, but it just appeared when you brought it up!" The old huntsman simply shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't answer that, Miss Valkyrie. To be honest, I don't remember putting it there myself. I'm not sure how I knew it would be a part of the lesson."

Ren laid a hand on Nora's shoulder. "I have a bad feeling about this, perhaps there are some things best left unknown." But the Valkyrie would not be deterred, she was on a roll. "How did such a loud and violent monster stay completely still and silent until we saw it?" The man was at a loss. Never before had he encountered something so strange as this.

Then, it got worse. "And what about the video of the break-in at the CCT? In half the frames the woman has a mask on, and in the other half it's off!"

Blake looked at her in confusion. "There was a break-in at the CCT? When? Who recorded it? How did you end up seeing the footage?" Nora pondered this for a moment. "Well it happened during the school dance… which I'm just now realizing doesn't come for another semester… what is going on!?"

Then Ruby spoke up. "Come to think of it, I don't know how I didn't realize this earlier, but I just noticed that people are pitch black unless they're going to talk with you." Looking back at the rows of people, she gasped at the fact that they all now were shaded in like normal. Then all Hell broke loose. Students all began pointing out anything and everything that never made sense to they that they'd simply accepted until now.

"When did Vale change all its signs, street lights, and crosswalks to holograms?"

"How did that massive Deathstalker fit through the tiny cave entrance from initiation?"

"Wait a second, Jaune, we're not even in this class- what are we doing here?"

"I could swear that I keep seeing some weird dinosaur in downtown Vale."

"Does Remnant have dinosaurs?"

"Guys, don't freak out, but I think Professor Ozpin may be a wizard."

At that last comment, a burst of energy rushed through the room, leaving a swirling white and blue vortex in the center of the room next to Port. "Ugh… students? Is everyone okay?" He asked, and was met with mumbles of 'yes.'

Then one voice rose above the rest. "I… feel… awesome!" Nora Valkyrie stood behind the desk flexing her arms and smiling broadly.

Then, from the floating spiral, fog spilled onto the floor. It filled the room steadily until the students could barely see a couple feet ahead of them. All of a sudden, as quickly as the gas flooded the classroom, it receded and left the area clear once more. Now, however, a man stood in front of the swirling gyre as if he had emerged from it.

He wore a long black cloak that seemed to turn to smoke at the bottom. The hood was up, obscuring his face in shadow despite the fact that the well lit room certainly should have been enough to illuminate him.

"Who… are you?" The teacher of the confused class demanded in a booming voice. The figure turned its head to stare at him, before removing its hood. His appearance was about as far from what the class had expected as one could get. While many had expected a dark imposing figure, others an ancient white-haired, bearded man, and a few even anticipating the skeletal incarnation of death itself, none had expected this.

He had olive colored eyes, pale skin, and disheveled blonde hair. He looked like a bum. When he removed the hood, the rest of his cloak began to evaporate as well. It soon left him in a black jacket, green t-shirt, a pair of tan shorts, and some slightly dirtied sneakers. The once imposing form that looked like something out of a nightmare quickly became what appeared to be a lazy man with little care for his appearance.

"I… am an asshole. But you may call me 'Chaos!'" He responded. "And we are going to have a lot of fun together!"

Beacon's headmaster was having a bizarre day. It had started that morning when he could have sworn he'd left his glasses on his bedside table, but instead found them on his desk. Nothing particularly unnerving about that, but it didn't end there.

He spent ten minutes searching for his car keys, only to remember that, well… he didn't have a car. Even if he did, his office was a five minute walk from his room, why would he need to drive?

From there, things went from bad to worse. His tower seemingly being transported to the other side of the campus. Taking a sip of his normal coffee, setting it down, then returning to find it's now decaf. Pressing the button for his office in the elevator, and coming out on a different floor. The list went on.

By the time he'd successfully navigated his way through the suddenly maze-like school and made it to his desk, he was already wishing the day was over. 'What is happening with me today? Have I developed Alzheimer's, am I going insane, have I been drugged?'

It was then that he received a call from his colleague, Glynda Goodwitch, which he was hesitant to answer. She never contacted him out of the blue without a good reason, and right now, the old professor was not prepared to deal with whatever it was. 'You've stared down armies of Grimm, confronted their queen, mitigated generations worth of crises, yet you allow a bad morning to best you? Not today, come on, get moving!'

Accepting her call, Ozpin failed to keep the exhaustion out of his voice. "Yes, Glynda?"

"I've apprehended a trespasser in the school, sir." From the background he could hear a whine of protest, "apprehended a trespasser, my ass!" Ignoring the foul-mouthed individual, the combat instructor continued. "They appeared in the middle of Port's lecture. Prior to and following their arrival, there have been many reports of strange or inexplicable occurrences throughout the school. Should I bring him to you?" Again, the voice piped up. "I asked to go to him!"

'Ah, the culprit of this morning's insanity. It will be interesting to see how he relates to all of this.' The professor smiled at the thought of being able to put this madness behind him. "Please do." Terminating the call, Ozpin leaned back in his chair and awaited their arrival.

Not more than ten seconds later, his door opened, but it was not who he expected to enter. A certain hammer-wielding student walked into his office before flopping on the floor. "Funny, I thought there was carpet here…." She said to herself.

"Can I help you, Miss Valkyrie?"

Her head shot up to look at Ozpin. "What!? But I was just in my hallway, and- argh!" she growled out before dropping her head once again. If what he had surmised from her exasperation was correct, then there was something far more complicated than confusion going on. 'If whatever is occurring has caused disruptions in something so fundamental as space itself, I wonder if Glynda's intruder is a cause, or just another effect.'

Again, the elevator door slid apart, this time the expected occupants stepping into the office. Ignoring the prone student- whether because of the day's strangeness or the fact that this was semi-typical of Nora Valkyrie, Ozpin didn't know- and walked with her prisoner up to the desk.

Like anyone who had heard of the insanity of the day's events, Ozpin had pictured the one tied to it to look quite different. "This man calls himself 'Chaos', and he seems to be behind the disturbance in Port's class." Though somewhat pretentious, Ozpin found the name to be fitting, and the man's appearance made sense too. He was the embodiment of disorder. Messy hair, haphazardly dressed, in general an odd look about him. It wasn't complete lunacy, nor was it a concerted effort for absolutely no part of him to match with another. It was simply… messy.

Tame enough to pass off as normal, weird enough to stand slightly out against the crowd.

"So, Mr… Chaos." 'That's not going to get easier to say.' "Would you mind explaining why my school is defying the laws of time and space, I've received reports of playful Grimm, and Miss Valkyrie opened her dormitory's door and stepped in here through it?"

The sudden arrival smiled mischievously, the satisfaction in his eyes was unlike anything Ozpin had seen since Qrow had super-glued his coffee mug to his hand. "Well, you see, one of your students –that one on the ground to be precise- has a power unlike anyone else here." Once again, the orange-haired student's head perked up. "You see, her semblance allows her total mastery of the fourth wall. And now she inadvertently used that power to point out inconsistencies in your reality."

Goodwitch's eyes narrowed. "The fourth wall is the imaginary wall between performers and the audience, and inconsistencies are errors in a story- neither of which exist in real life." Chaos chuckled, "sure, real life."

"What?"

"Nothing," he quickly replied, "look, the point is, she brought that plot hole into existence and with it, me. With proper training, she could truly control her ability. Imagine a warrior who could get anything you need at a moment's notice, literally the second you look away. A huntress who can find anyone they need, even if there's no reason for them to be where she finds them."

"Wait a minute!" Nora yelled from the ground where she still laid. "I already know my semblance, I can make and control electricity in my body. How can I have that as a semblance too?" She looked at Chaos expectantly, waiting for his answer.

"For the same reason that Yang can summon aviator shades at a moment's notice. This world's plot has been becoming more and more unstable, continuity errors scattered through time are throwing Remnant out of order. Today was the breaking point. Too many mistakes were made at once, too many inexplicable events were noticed. Now you have created a physical plot hole, and things will only get worse."

The two staff members of Beacon Academy listen intently, while Nora started playing a game on her scroll, this conversation having exceeded her two minute attention span. "The plot hole will create more and more inconsistencies, more and more errors. With each one, it will grow larger, its influence will be greater. This will spiral out of control, and all logic and reason will be thrown out the window."

Glynda and Ozpin couldn't decide whether to be concerned or skeptical. None of it made sense, but at the same time, nothing else that had happened that day did either. "Nora here will be the only one who can resist the Plot Hole's power, but it will take her time to realize her powers. For now, she too will experience the same oddities you do; but in time, she may be the only one able to keep her head in the insanity."

"That girl," Chaos said, pointing at the orange-haired girl who was currently looking at pictures of kittens, "may be your only hope."

'We're doomed.'

And there you have it, chapter 1! It didn't take too long to write, and soon I'll be uploading my next chapter of Hollow Fragments and hopefully the biweekly schedule will work out!

Now, here's the fun part. At the end of each chapter, I will put the name of the next chapter, and I'll let you guess what is going to happen! Feel free (by which I mean it's fun for me if you do) to leave your guess in the review. Also let me know if you liked a chapter or if you have any ideas for a chapter that you'd like to request. If I think I can make a chapter out of it, I'll do it! That said, here we go:

Next chapter: "Wake-up Call"