So, it's my first fanfic huh. Honestly, I've never thought I'd be in this position, especially since I've always considered myself as a silent reader, and not the one to be making the stories. But I've had some thoughts and ideas for fanfics and stories that I was sure never going to happen, so I thought "Why not." Sorry to delay you any longer, (Not like a lot of people read these anyway.) so without further ado! I give to you the second Outlast and RWBY fanfiction: The Remnants of Insanity

Disclaimer: The following belongs to Red Barrels and Rooster Teeth.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out. My blood sprayed from the wound. Ever since I came to this place, I already knew it was bad news, what, from the giant castle on top of a mountain, to the fact it's an abandoned asylum. But, I had to take the job. It was the reporter in me, well, at least until I got fired from that job. And besides, the guy that sent the email to me about this place seemed pretty serious about what goes on in Mount Massive.

I guess he lucked out getting me as the person who would go into the place, considering I've been after Murkoff for God knows how long. It was only a matter of time 'till I investigated this place. Sucks I didn't know of the hell this place really was. Sucks I didn't figure out the truth until now. Speaking of now, what was I just doing?

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Oh yeah, I was getting shot at.

Click.

I recoiled to every bullet being pumped into me. My body being riddled with lead, and the injuries filled up with blood faster than each bullet could go through my back. After what I've been through, some people would say how disappointing it was, being so close to releasing the truth to the public.

I'd be lying if I agreed.

I couldn't wait to die. Ever since Trager, I wanted to die. Ever since I first saw the Walrider, I'd wanted out of this permanently. But I knew that if I didn't do this, then Murkoff would continue its project, killing innocents, and ruining lives. So when Wernicke gave me the command to kill Billy Hope, to kill the Walrider, I knew what must be done. I must say killing Hope was one of the most satisfying moments in my life.

Wait, where'd that come from? Anyway, I was getting shot.

And as I fell to the ground, pain all over my body, I heard one last thing,

"Gott im Himmel! You have become the host!" Wernicke had exclaimed.

Then, sounds of gunfire and bloodcurdling screams erupted, as my eyesight faded to black. But that didn't matter right now. I was free from the hell that I was put into, the one that broke me mentally and physically, and broke me some more until I couldn't be broken without being found confined in a small area strapped tightly onto a wheel chair, wearing a mussel, and being treated by a nurse.

Miles Upshur had died. I had died.

And I couldn't be anymore happy.

I had woken up. I chose not to open my eyes, never feeling more at peace. So maybe this is what heaven is like. Being in an endless cycle of peace, feeling the soft wind blow across my face, the warm sunlight glazing my body, and the soft, yet ghastly, quiet, but powerful chuckling that seems like it is speaking through my head, and not nearby.

Wait, hold on a second.

I sat up quickly and opened my eyes, but immediately covered them again as the sun was bright, and it seems my eyes were not used to the light yet. Once my eyes adjusted, I took a look around me. It looked as if I were in a forest, gentle wind sweeping through the forest full of fresh green leaves. And it was at that moment I realized I'm not dead.

Took ya long enough to realize.

What.

You may be a journalist, but you're a lot dumber than I thought.

What.

Did you actually think you'd die with me around

What.

So, let me assess the situation a bit. Went through hell in the form of an asylum, lost fingers via Doctor "Squeezed" Trager, died while sustaining multiple, high velocity bullets to my torso, apparently I'm not dead, woke up in a forest, and I have a voice I my head mocking me for being stupid.

Wow, I went insane a lot later than I thought I would.

Damn right, you're stupid. At least, a lot less than I thought you would be.

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Hello?

"AHHH!", I had screamed, crawling away from my original spot, until my back hit a tree, slamming my head into it a little too hard, causing my vision to blur a little.

Are you always this jumpy? You do realize running away would do absolutely nothing, right?

WHO ARE YOU! WHAT IS THIS!

Calm, down. No need to get angry.

After that, I felt a warm and gentle feeling rush through me making my anger fade away. Okay…Okay.

Umm, who or what are you

I think you already know that question. But. To make things easier, watch this.

At that thought, terrible visions flashed through my mind. They were appearing, and disappearing as fast as they entered my mind, but I understood exactly what it was.

German Folklore, Swarm of nano-bots, Waylon Park, Whistleblower, Jeremy Blaire, Ed Gluskin's Hell. Wernicke's last words.

The Walrider.

No fucking way.

I finally understood. When I had died, Wernicke had said that I was the host. The host for the thing that should be dead.

Well, I guess we have something in common then.

It was right. I was supposed to be dead. Miles Upshur was supposed to be dead. But the Walrider had saved me by possessing me. I guess even death was too good for me.

"Well…..Shit."

So where are we? How did we even get here?

Even I don't know where we are. And to answer you're second question, we are here because I brought us here. At the time, your body was to damaged for even me to fix, so I got you to a safer place, but apparently I used too much power to teleport out of the asylum, and now we are here.

Right now, I was walking through the woods following the navigation provided by my demonic back seat driver. It's honestly a little concerning how used to this I have gotten in a short amount of time, but then again, I got pretty used to losing my fingers in a small amount of time. Doesn't mean it's not hard to deal with.

Speaking of fingers, the bony stubs that used to be mine are nothing but healed stubs covered by skin. In fact, all of the wounds I've sustained during my time at the asylum, including the bullet holes, are gone. Never doubt a full recovery from Nurse Walrider.

Anyway, I was just comprehending what It had said. The fact that the Walrider was THAT powerful, it made me confused to how I am still alive, albeit near insane. Was it holding back? Or was it something else entirely? I don't know, but right now, I don't exactly care. As long as it's not killing me, I'll live almost perfectly fine.

As we're nearing the border between these woods and whatever modern civilization is out there (At least, according to the Walrider.) I couldn't help but think:

Hey, if Billy Hope could only live as your host through a giant ass machine giving him life support, then why is it that I'm as healthy as I was before I entered the asylum.

Because Hope was young and weak. He was ignorant to the area around him, and, at first, only had access to me through childish dreams. You, on the other hand, is strong and dependable enough to get a job done. You have experienced true madness, and lived to tell the tale. Because of your true willpower and resolve, is why you could even handle my power.

Then if you were that strong, then how have you not killed me yet.

At the time, Billy weakened me greatly. Without the Morphegenic Engine, he would have died much sooner than you.

I was about to continue this conversation, until I felt a hard surface touch my feet.

We're here.

I look up, and realized that it was already dark out, and I swear we weren't walking that long. Maybe it's a Walrider thing, who knows? As I was about to continue walking forward, I realize something.

The clothes I'm wearing are the same as the ones I had at the asylum.

The same clothes that are covered in blood and full of holes

"Crap! How am I supposed to walk around looking like this!" I exclaimed.

Don't worry. I've got this.

Suddenly, I felt a weird presence around my forearm. I looked down and almost screamed at what I saw. A black smoke-like substance flew out of my arms and swirled around me until I felt weightless.

There. Check your reflection.

I looked into the nearest shop window and saw nothing but black smoke.

You turned me invisible?!

Well, only partially. You can still see the swarm.

Great, a demonic robot ghost is getting smart with me.

Isn't this just beautiful.

Welp, there's the first chapter of my first story. Feeling pretty good about that one. Although, I want to real quick note something, and it's on my upload schedule. Don't expect very frequent uploads, as the computer I'm using is my dad's, and my parents split up when I was one, and my mom got custody over me, only allowing a small amount of time used to see my dad, which leads to a small amount of uploads. So I wanted to get that out of the way and say what was on some people's mind.(probably not) Anyway, constructive criticism is welcome, and expect that the time when uploads are most frequent, are every other weekend. So, on that note, have a good day! Or good whatever time it is when you read this.