I'm sad, I can't do gm_remnant because Title restrictions. Nooooo.

Hello there, new and old readers of mine. Welcome to the new RWBY's Mod, I hope you'll enjoy.

Info on the story:

- This is a Gamer Fic, the power is GMod.

- The GMod here is what I think a technologically advanced GMod will have, so that the player can have a fighting chance.

- This is a remake of RWBY's Mod.

- Upload Schedule is inconsistent, so for those guests out there, I hope you either check daily or make an account.

Please know that this is a character introduction. Next chapter will be the actual start of the story.

Anyhows, on to the story!

He knew it was probably time to go to bed, but he couldn't exactly shake off the nightmares or dreams he has been having, that and he couldn't put find the need to sleep. He chalked the former up to just his homesickness, however it was getting worse. He decided to just screw it and did something he never thought of doing: writing a diary.

He wrote before, essays and short stories for his classes at the least, but he never thought of writing a diary. It served no purpose to him, and it might be a detriment with the secret he's holding. Yet, he did so anyway, because he knows sooner or later, he'll be found out.

Asking Ozpin for a simple notebook was, just like the item, very simple. Despite his skepticism when he first met the Headmaster, the latter batted no eye to his request, to his surprise. Maybe, just maybe, he could probably enjoy what this world offers.

He opens the notebook, looking at the first page. He still couldn't believe he was doing this, his friends wouldn't either. With a thought that ushered him to go on, he began writing. Hesitance controlled his hand he used to use confidently.

Dear Diary, never thought I'd be doing this but here I am. People say that this sort of thing helps with the predicament I'm in. Of course, I'm sure no one would ever think that their predicament would include getting transported into another world.

He sighs, a hot breath of anger escaping his mouth. He continues.

Well, atleast I wasn't hit by Truck-San, that would've been painful. Damn-

He paused, before erasing it. His mind, filled with anxiety, gave him thoughts he definitely preferred not having. After reassuring himself that it wouldn't be that bad and it was meant to be like this, he wrote the erased word back and continued from there.

Damn it, I'm running out of things to write. Maybe I should start with how I got here, that'll work, right?

That went better than he expected.

He leans back on his chair, looking up at the ceiling of the room so generously given to him by Ozpin, before going back on his diary to continue writing.

-14 Hours Before Insertion-

A young man stood behind an oven, cooking a pair of eggs. He was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, grey sweatpants and a pair of black socks. His hair was brown and short, paired with eyes of the same but darker color, and a youthful face that would probably make people mistake him for being younger than what he actually is.

His eyes occasionally peeked at the living room, where a TV sat with the News playing. A reporter did his job as the people behind him did theirs, which was just mind their business.

"There had been reports of people going missing over the course of the month."

After checking if the food will be fine, he turned his head at the TV screen.

"Authorities point to the fact that it was someone who took them, however they weren't sure as sometimes it looked like the people being taken were just gone without a trace."

He directed his attention back to the food, feeling a bit anxious.

"If you have seen signs of any potential kidnappings, please contact your local police force immediately."

A loud siren belonging to a Police cruiser suddenly made its presence known, making him jump at the loud noise. The source quickly drove by the street, with the man catching a glimpse of it behind the TV. He exhaled exasperatedly at the suddenness of the sound, before going back to the eggs on the pan.

A few minutes later, the eggs were finished and he placed them on a plate and to the table. He yawned, noticing that an ad was playing on the TV before turning it off with a remote. Just as he was about to sit down on one of the couches, he heard the door bell ring. He made his way to the door and opened it.

He saw a delivery van drive away just as he pulled the door.

The man looked down, he saw a small cardboard box at the doormat. He picked it up and closed the door behind him as he went back to the couch he was going to sit at. He laid the box on his lap, his eyes watching for anything that'll compromise this box's legitimacy. After a few moments of checking, he concluded that this box wasn't a prank set up by someone. It was from a tech-savvy company and apparently his job managed to garner an attention from it.

He laid the box at the coffee table infront of him, before leaving the room and coming back with a pair of scissors. After a moment of cutting up the tape, he opened up the box.

The package had a small black cube-like device that had multiples lines running across its surface. The lines had no identifiable pattern, behaving like veins that pulsate between a divine light gold and a chaotic dark purple. The device also had a hexagonal hole that bore into the cube's center. Next to the device was a hexagonal-shaped tube that had the same vein-like patterns around it.

The man raised a brow at the cube and the tube, looking back and forth between the two. He got ahold of the tube and stared intently at the hole the cube had. Thoughts ran rampant in his mind as he continuously looked at the two objects infront of him, wondering what he should do. He knows he could fit the tube into the box, but of course the question would obviously be:

What happens next?

While it wasn't rare for him to receive random gifts from random or known companies, the device looked unnervingly simple to use. It felt like a choice he has to make, and that was what made him stop in the first place. Can he tap out of this? How would this affect him? Is this some assassination attempt by someone?

If it was, then it was working. Curiosity kills the cat, but it wouldn't have been made a popular quote if it wasn't right. And now, that thought about an assassination plagued his mind, which made him do something irrational.

He lets out a sigh, before slowly sliding tube into the hole. After a sound of something clicking, he threw it away as fast as he could, the device hitting against the far wall. He found himself behind the couch for cover, peeking over the top to gaze at the fallen cube. It still pulsates its colors, and no other sounds were made from it.

He just done it, he did the thing. What now? Did he doom himself, or something?

When he straightened up to walk around to couch and grab the device again, a door opening caught his attention. He looked to his left and saw someone at the door with a bike. The someone was a girl in her late teen, wearing a grey shirt, navy blue shorts, white calf-high socks, and black sneakers. A light-brown jacket was folded on her right forearm, she had probably taken it off because of the sudden temperature rise.

His mind immediately recognized her as his sister, who for some reason looked troubled. It was concerning because instead of masking it with a positive attitude, she wasn't doing anything to hide it. It was like something affected her so much that she didn't even think about other things, like her habit of announcing her arrival everytime she arrived.

He spoke up, because she clearly wasn't going to. "Is everything alright?"

She yelped in surprise, almost losing her footing before recovering. Her light brown eyes failing to look straight at him, another reason for concern. "Y-yeah, everything's alright."

One eyebrow lifted and a frown he got from his parents crossed his face. "Really? Because it doesn't look like it."

He saw her mouth trying to articulate a response, before it ceased and instead she released a heavy sigh. "I can't hide anything from you, can I?"

"I've been trained in the arts of 'finding out what's wrong with people' by our parents, of course you can't hide this from me." He replied sternly, before sitting on the top of the couch and continuing with a more softer tone. "What happened?"

She rested her bike on a wall opposite of where he was facing, and held her jacket close. "Did...did you know about the recent kidnappings?"

His mind instantly now knew she was worried, and she had the right to be. "Yes, I do. Are you worried?"

"Of course I'm worried. Anytime now, they might hit us." She leans against a wall, looking at the door intently.

She was worried and paranoid, that was fine because he was as well. He is always the one who's paranoid. However, her sister's state was concerning, since she was the one who talked him out of paranoia. Now, the roles switched.

He made his way over to her and laid a hand on his sister's shoulder, assuring her with a warm smile. "You know, Sylvie. You shouldn't be so paranoid, it's worrying me."

Sylvie stared back at him, a bit confused. He continues. "We have sensors that'll detect trespassers when they try to break in, and how do you know if they'll even come here? We aren't exactly noteworthy." He walks to a nearby cabinet, opening it. "And besides."

He draws a longsword, hefting it on his shoulder. "I'm sure they wouldn't try."

His sister was dumbfounded, then she giggles. "You are such a boomer, Avery."

"Hmph, I'd like a little bit more of style, alright?" Avery placed the historical weapon back on the cabinet. "And I'm not a boomer, I have a rifle somewhere and I'll use that first."

Smiling, she walks away and ran a hand through her short black hair. "Whatever you say, brother. I'm going to take a shower now."

Avery smiled back, locking the cabinet. When he heard her door close, his brows furrowed in thought and he looked back at the cube that sat near the TV. Narrowing his eyes, he walks over to it and grabs it. It still looked relatively unchanged. He sighed, then made his way to his room.

-Ten Minutes Before Insertion-

It had gotten unnaturally chilly when night fell, and he seemed to be the only one who noticed. In noon, his friends were actually confused as to why he had gotten a jacket and wasn't even bothered by the heat. They insisted he had a cold, but he insisted back that he was fine. He was right, he didn't feel sick at all. Avery was just cold.

His sister seemed to be the complete opposite. Amusingly, she felt like she radiates warmth and due to that was even more bothered by the heat. She complained about leaving her friends early due to the weather suddenly getting hotter. He had turned on the AC for her comfort, and he was left to deal with his freezing problem.

And the cube stopped glowing.

When Avery arrived back at his house from a freezing trip, he noticed that it has stopped glowing its colors. It was like it's energy was gone, which meant something. Was the cube an experimental device from its company? What does it mean? Sadly, he can't get his answers from anyone, the company refused to answer his calls and his friends don't know either.

He got his phone and let out a shivering breath, the cold will be the end of him any second now. Avery went through the lists of people he could call, before he settled on 'Dad'. He smiled fondly, then hovered his thumb over it.

A terrified shriek came from his sister's bedroom.

Avery swiftly scrolled to the number '911' in instinct and ran out of his room. When he neared her bedroom, he felt like it was a 100 degrees or more when he approached the door. Just when he tried to open the door, his sister bursted out of it and the hallway they were in got hotter.

And just when it couldn't get worse, the vein-like lines that used to glow on the cube were on her, glowing a bright light gold. She bumped into him, and the air around them burned.

He staggered backwards away from her and leaned against the wall. "Sylvie!"

At the sound of her name, she looked up and saw her brother. "Avery!"

He approached his younger sibling and grabbed her shoulders despite the rising temperature. "What the fuck happened?! Are you okay?!"

She shook her head vigorously as her eyes widened in fright. "I don't know! I was just reading and these...lines just appeared!"

Avery looked at her, seeing that her arms, legs, and her neck were covered in the vein-like patterns. "Avery?"

He withdrew the hand that held his phone and did a quick phone call directed at the local hospital. He then pocketed his phone and sat a silently whimpering Sylvie down on the floor, crouching beside her. "Look, I called the hospital, they'll be here shortly. I just want you to calm down for a bit, alright?"

She nods nervously and looked up at him with a small smile. Then she backs off with a terrified shout and a point towards his arms. "Avery!"

"What?" He gazes upon his arms, seeing the same vein-like lines on it. It drew in all nearby light and glowed a dark purple. "Whoa, shit!"

He bumped against the opposite wall, staring at his hands. Her sister called out his name again. "Avery!"

Her brother shakes his head, then went back to her side. Dumbfounded, he said. "Do they have enough space for the two of us?"

She grabbed his arm and starts shaking it, whimpering. Avery wraps his arms around her, ignoring the abnormal amounts of heat. "It's okay, it's okay. Just calm down, it'll be fine once the ambulance arrives."

Sylvie pulled away, her eyes filled with tears. Through her quivering mouth, she attempted a sentence.

She never got to say it.

With a bright flash of light, she disappeared. Where there was his biggest responsibility given to him by his parents, laid nothing but the cold air and tear drops.

His hand grazed the ground where she was. Almost silently, he called out to no one. "Sylvie?"

He looked at his hands, the lines glowed brighter now.

Without a single word, he was gone.

Watch out my reader bois, this guy is going to be a lot more edgy and you all are going to cut yourselves with it.

But don't worry, he won't be gloomy for too long, that's unhealthy. He'll learn his lesson after some murder sprees, and an attempt at suicide.

Also, a word for the old readers: I will still be doing those Files for lore stuff.

Well, hopefully you all enjoyed this, and I'll see you!