A/N

For stress relief, me and a friend discussed what will happen if we were teleported to RWBY's Remenant, and told me I should publish it.

Simple enough... Right?

We're taking it on a more comical twist to the story based on what we really would do if we're to go in Remenant.

Updates my vary.

Grass.

Fresh grass, just like ones from a mountaintop.

Or... A forest.

That was the scent that filled my nostrills as my eyes fluttered open as bits and pieces of sunlight pierced my eyelids.

"What... The... Fuck?"

That was all I had to say aloud as I held my side and got up.

How did this happen?

Why does my sides hurt?

Standing in a clearing, engulfed by a thick jungle full of mossy, tall trees, reigning over my head like a rooftop over a house, leaving very little sunlight to penetrate through, leaving little for my blurry vision to see.

At least there was shade... This couldn't be all that bad...

Wrong.

Growling and snarling could be heard as what looked like a sillouethe of a bear stepped into the clearing, sniffing prey (me) as it licked it's lips and pointed it's snout in my direction.

Without a second thought, I raised both arms in the air and made loud noises, hoping it would go away.

Bear Grylls would be proud.

The bear then tilted it's head in confusion, and then charged at me anyways.

"Why isn't it working?!" I shouted. "Did Discovery Channel lie to me?!"

Upon very close inspection (by that I meant by a meter or so, and advancing rapidly) my vision finally sharpened. It was then that I realized, that the bear wasn't a bear at all. It was black, had some sort of white mask to it, and had red glowing eyes.

I quickly proned to avoid the incoming beast, letting the bear crash into a tree behind me, and ran in a direction that hopefully did not lead to a dead end.

"How did this happen?" I mumbled under my ragged breath. I dug my pockets for my phone, a relatively new Nokia 6, in hopes of contacting somebody, anybody really, to help. On the tip of my fingers, I felt something, but it didn't feel big enough to be my phone. It felt like smooth and cold , somewhat metallic in material, but it was as thin as a small stack of paper.

I took out said item from my old black, and slightly rugged Adidas jacket, with its logo sticker on my chest half torn and half fading away, and found that it was some sort of technology that I haven't encountered before. Extending said device, it revealed a teal tinted coloured glass that pretty much looks like a phone, and its see through.

"Compactable holographic phones? When was that a thing?" I asked aloud. Then I noticed something familiar about the design, like I've seen it somewhere before...

Slam

Crack

I ran head first into a massive tree trunk, and slid to the ground face first.

"Argh... Fuck!" I cursed under my ragged breath, as I ran my fingers to my face, expecting my nose to be broken. Surprisingly, it wasn't, and there was blood, but it was gushing out of my forehead. Rubbing my temple where the wound was, and wincing in pain, I sat down to catch my breath.

How long have I been running? Five minutes? Six? Perhaps I lost that weird bear creature.

Then again, just like this device, I'm sure I've seen that creature somewhere before...

"Wahoo!" Shouts of joy filled the air, followed by a couple of loud shots from shotguns could be heard, as I looked up to see a streak of gold going at inhumane speeds passing by my head.

"What?" I asked as I got up to my knees, wiping the blood from my head. Then a high pitched scream of agony could be heard, as someone flailing their hands flew overhead, asking himself what a 'landing strategy' is, followed by a thump of what sounded like a sharp object piercing a tree.

"I'm sorry!" I heard from the trees not too far away.

Where have I seen this before... It's all so familiar.

Am I experiencing Deja vu?

Did I hike with a group of friends before?

And perhaps got lost when I decided to explore alone?

Without a moment of hesitation, I ran towards the direction where I heard the sharp object landing. I mean, someone lost in this wildness wouldn't leave their weapon behind, right?

Later

I ran for a few more minutes in said direction to find source of said noise, surprised to find a familiar looking blonde boy with ivory plated armour, and golden outlines and orange sleeves that ran all the way to his forearms has found himself stuck to a tree, by a red spear with golden engravings stuck to his dark grey hoodie that has an orange interior, barely missing his head.

"Wait a minute." I said to myself. "I have seen this before... This is RWBY!" I said a little louder then I should have, catching the attention of the golden haired boy.

"Did you just say Ruby?" The blonde asked, looking in my direction. "Have you seen her? Can you like, call her to get me down from here?"

I gulped as I noticed my mistake, and took a step forward, until I heard somebody mumbling and grumbling. With the clicking of heels on gravel getting closer, I walked back into the darkness.

"Wait!" The blonde boy shouted. "Where are you going?"

I watched from the shadows as a white heiress made her way into the area, glancing up for just a slight second with her arms crossed on her chest, and then huffing and walking in the opposite direction, along with a distant "You came back!"

"Yeah, there's no mistaking it." I whispered to myself. This... Is RWBY, as to where, I'm in the Emerald Forest.

How did I even get here in the first place?

If I'm gonna make it out alive, I'm gonna have to find someone with a weapon, or at least... while I'm here... might as well retrive a chess piece.

I looked over to Jaune, and another clicking of heels could be heard as a red haired girl made it through the woods. Phyrra, glanced up and asked Jaune "Jaune? Do you... have any spots left in your team?"

"Very funny." Jaune replied, crossing his arms.

"If anything, the last thing I want to do is get impaled by a Deathstalker." I whispered to myself, weighing out the options. Tiptoeing, I tried to find my bearings so that I can find where the ruins is, and get out of here as soon as possible.

Much Later...

"Think this is it?" I heard as I made it through a huge clearing, thankfully, not running into any Grimm along the way. If my memory serves me right... That was Yang, and judging by the old and mossy pavillion with vines entagling it up ahead, this is the place. I watched as Yang and Blake made their way down, retriving the white knight piece.

"How about a cute little pony?" Yang asked, getting a flat "Sure." As a response from Blake.

Taking a few steps forward, I watched as the two approached each other, and another high pitched scream pierced the air. No doubt about it, Jaune and Phyrra had ran into the Deathstalker.

"Some girl is in trouble!" Yang shouted, looking around, and both of her illiac eyes settled on me as I approached the clearing.

"Uhh... hey." I said, hoping to get a grasp if this was real or a dream.

"Hi! Who are you? I don't think I saw you at the launch pads." Yang asked. "And what happened to your forehead? Were you the damsel in distress?"

I looked at Blake and saw that her eyes flicked to me for a second. "Name's Louis." I said, introducing myself. "And no I wasn't."

"Louis? What kind of colour is that?" Yang asked. "No last names?"

"It's... not a colour. And... no." I sighed while scratching the back of my head. How do I explain to one of the main characters that I wasn't from this world? Perhaps its best that I keep my mouth shut. There's no telling what that would do.

Wait... isn't this where...

Blake pointed upwards to a yelling Ruby flailing her hands, almost landing on us, only to get intercepted by Jaune.

"Did your sister just fall from the sky?" Blake asked.

Remembering this part of the episode, before things go south, I went ahead and grabbed the black rook piece and hauled my ass out of there.

"Great, another one bites the dust." Yang said as Jaune attempted to save Weiss falling out of the sky.

After the big fight

"...from this day forward you will work together as... team RWBY, led by, Ruby Rose." Ozpin said on stage.

"I now have another announcement to make." Ozpin said, getting the audience to stare at each other confused.

"I'm sure you all noticed how all 12 students are already rounded up into teams. However..."

"Will Louis please come on stage."

"Who?" A rouse of whispers and chatters in the crowd brew.

I nervously stepped to the stage, each step getting heavier as I stole a glance at team RWBY, seeing Yang with a dissapointed look, pouting and her arms crossed. Not only was I nervous because I had escaped the fight, but also because I didn't know what to expect from Ozpin.

"Apparently, after running through the papers a second time, we have two more students who were in the initiation, but weren't on the launch pada. They apparently took a head start by diving into the forest the night before." Ozpin said, getting the rouse of whispers to grow louder, echoing off the walls.

What?

Since when did I register to enroll at Beacon?

How did I survive a whole night?

...

Wait... did Ozpin just said two?

"Did you just say two students?" I asked, getting a slight nod from him as a confirmation.

"Would Evans please step on stage."

"Wait... Evans?" I asked.

A slightly hunched, disheveled man with short, curly black hair and a short, curly goatee and wide square glasses, wearing a white and green striped T-shirt and knee length cream cargo pants walked on stage. It might've been my imagination, but is he buffer? He had a skinny build beforehand.

He walked silently, arms behind his back,and took his position beside me.

"Psst." I whispered, getting him to flick his eyes and back, completely ignoring me. "Pssst." I signalled louder.

There was no doubt about it, Evans was my friend and was from my world. Maybe he could remember what had happened...

"Eh ehm." Ozpin faked a cough, getting me to stand upright and turned my vision to the crowd. "Since there are 14 students in total, Louis, you would be assigned to team RWBY."

My eyes widened as my jaw dropped and raised a brow.

"Excuse me Professor Ozpin, if I may." I intercepted quickly and as politely as possible, not wanting to show any form of disrespect the headmaster of Beacon.

He looked at me with his coffee mug at hand. "Yes?" He asked.

"With all due respect, team RWBY is consisted out of 4 women." I then glanced down to where Team RWBY was, with wide, dumbfounded eyes that is. "4 very talented and beautiful women, but women nonetheless."

"So?" He asked, not seeing the problem.

"In my w-" I stopped myself. If this was really another world, I wanted to avoid is tearing a hole in reality. For a second there, I was sure Evans almost clamped his hand over my mouth, but stopped himself as he stared back into the crowd.

"In my house, and in my previous schools." I corrected myself. "Segregation was still a thing. Actually why do we even have mixed teams?"

"Here in Beacon, genders or opposite sex don't matter, what matters is that you learn to work as a team. Also, it's a shame that you ran into miss Xiao Long first then." Ozpin said with a calm voice, face still as enigmatic and unreadable as ever.

I scanned the crowd to see 3 girls who's eyes widened even further as their jaws slammed to their feet, along with Ruby, who waved a friendly hand at me.

Right... She's too young to see a problem.

"You had CCTV's planted in the forest?" I asked as a last form of salvation.

"What's a CCTV?" Ozpin asked as he raised a brow.

I look to Evans for support, but he just pokerfaced while looking at the crowd. However, I can see a small tug at the edge of his lips, indicating a smug smirk forming. It was too funny for him to pokerface all the way through.

Fuck...

Don't get me wrong, to any other man, the idea of staying at the quarters with 4 beautiful women sounds like a dream coming true.

However...

If there was one thing I've learnt, is that Harem MC's tend to get beaten the crap out of in the case of any 'Accidents' happening. They had plot armour that let them live, wether it was getting launched into the sky with a single punch, getting kicked into a concrete wall, or getting half your head ripped off by a baseball bat with spikes on it. I... did not have such protection. Heck, I don't think I even have 'Aura' to defend myself with, and I confirmed it when I hit my head on that tree this morning.

"Evans, you will be assigned to team CRDL, all the best for you two." Ozpin finished. "Dismissed."

Of course Evans got the easy way out with 4 men who are the bullies, why not.

I walked off stage to approach Evans once more, only for someone to grab to collar of my jacket, ripping me away from the crowd and pinned me to a wall.

"If you think you can run away from this one..." Yang growled as her eyes turned crimson. "You're wrong."

"Hey, I wasn't the one who chose your team." I said calmly, even though my mind was racing and my heart was beating out of my chest, as I raised my sweaty palms. "I also tried to swap, but he won't let me. You saw that."

"Yang, put him down." Ruby said. "What could go wrong?"

"A lot of things!" Her team shouted in unison.

"C'mon, it couldn't be that bad, could it?" Ruby shrugged innocently as she extended her hand. "Hi, my name's Ruby, Ruby Rose."

"Louis." I replied as I felt my foot touch the ground, and Yang's fist on my collar unclenching. I bowed instead of taking her hand so that she wouldn't sense how nervous I was about to be pummeled by her overprotective sister.

"Louis huh? What kind of colour is that?"

"Its not a... nevermind."

"Looks like you hit your head hard." Blake said, pointing towards the scar in my forehead. "How'd you get into Beacon without unlocking your aura?"

"I don't know myself. Let's just... head to the dorminatory. I can tend to my wounds later on."

"Are you sure?" Ruby asked. "That looked like it hurt."

"I'll be fine, lets just... see our living quarters, shall we?" I sighed and started walking towards the dorms.

That went smoothly... I think.

I'm still alive. That's smooth enough.