Chapter 1: So two things..

Hi there.

You may be wondering. Who am I, and why you should care?

Well, there's a bunch of different names you could call me.

Asshole. Nerd. Awkward. Reclusive. Excitable. Yada, yada. The list goes on.

Now, normal people generally come with one set of names, and then they develop a bunch of nicknames as they grow up. I happen to be someone who gets to have two sets of names.

My previous name was... I don't even remember it. It's been too long. I'll get to that in a second. Either way, it doesn't matter. What matters is the second one. My new name is Weiss Schnee. Who is this? Why, the illustrious, talented glyph user from the RWBY series of course. Why does this matter? This means I'm a princess, a heiress, a motherfucking girl.

That's right lady and gents. I'm a girl now. No more dongers in my pants, no siree. I get a pole socket instead. I get to discover all the joys of menstruation. I made fun of my sisters in my past life and now karma has come back and bitch-slapped me across the face.

Fantastic.

How do I even remember that anyway? What can I remember? Think. THINK.

I've grown up till I was five years old acting and thinking like a normal Schnee child. Then, they awakened my aura and my memories. The shock had left me speechless. The conversations were a blur. My only thoughts had been to leave and go somewhere alone to gather my thoughts. The most I remember about my past was I was a boy and I knew RWBY... That's about it.

Fuck.

There's also the weird mesh of common sense that melded between the previous me and the me growing up. Another headache I need to sleep on.

So, my past aside. What do I do now?

I stare into my reflection. A young girl with snow white hair and no scar stares back. My form is slightly chubby from my rich diet. My cheeks still have small amounts of baby fat left. I'm currently in my room in the mansion. It's bigger than a college dorm. I have no doubt many would be jealous of a child having such luxury. There it is again. Another random fact from the past that was bouncing around in my head.

Stop. Focus.

I'm a Schnee soon-to-be heiress since Winter, my older sister, is still granted the title. Little two-year-old Whitley is still babbling nonsensical words. I, on the other hand, spoke perfect English, the universal language. Nail was right... Who was Nail again?

Never mind that. There was a more pressing concern in the form of a floating window screen in the corner of my vision.

Weiss Schnee (Lvl 1)

The Reclusive Princess

Health: 10/10

Aura: 20/20

Class: None

Semblance: Glyph

Age: 5

Money: 0 (238,235) Lien

[+] Inventory

[+] Stats

[+] Perks

[+] Equipment

[+] Skills

That's right ladies and gents. I, Weiss Schnee, am a video game character. Before I could do anything else, I am interrupted.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Weiss?"

A voice is heard outside my door. Winter, if I judged correctly.

"It's me, Winter. May I come in?"

I debate briefly in my head, but I relent in the end. It would only worry her more, and Winter actually cared for my well-being. The door squeaks open and her worried visage peeks through the gap.

"Are you ok?"

I am too busy staring at the screen over her head to answer.

Winter Schnee (Lvl ?) [Battle Mage]

The Lost Heiress/Huntress Trainee

So, I can see everyone's name and titles? I get the second, but why is she called 'the lost'? Maybe it is related to why she gave up the title of heiress? Also, what the hell? I can't see her level! Isn't she only 7 years older?

In my stupor, Winter had entered my room. Her eyes scan me up and down when I didn't answer her. She lets out a sigh in relief when she finds nothing wrong.

"Thank goodness, you're level 1. Looks like there weren't any problems with your aura."

I did, however, have a question about her wording. I blink at her.

"Sister, you can see it too?"

"Oh Weiss."

All of a sudden, she hugs me close to her chest. Her hand gently rubs my head reassuringly.

"I know it might come as a shock, but you are perfectly normal. The Oum system is confusing to everyone the first time around."

I am momentarily confused before I make sense of what happened. She had taken my reality check as a reincarnator/transmigrator (not sure which) and concluded I was panicking over the new screens. Actually, I would normally be confused about that first, but in my shock, the screen had faded into the background. Perhaps, Winter could be my tutorial character?

"Um, sister?" I should phrase this innocently.

"Why are there question marks next to your name?"

Yes! And it will be the perfect segway into more questions.

"Hm? But Weiss, father already explained it earlier downstairs. Did you not listen?"

Fuck. Turns out I already had my tutorial, and like a newbie I spammed the B button.

"Well, I guess it can't be helped since you were panicking. Listen closely, alright?"

I nodded furiously. My behavior got a smile out of Winter, so I considered that a win. We sit down on my bed together. I noticed Winter shifted slightly, and the light reflected off a piece of metal hidden in her clothes.

A dagger?

Winter wags her finger in front of my face. Oops. I got caught.

"Don't touch that. It's dangerous. Now pay attention, there isn't any excuse for you to miss it again. First thing you see is the status screen. This minimized screen is something everyone has regardless of whether you are awakened. At the very top is your name. This your birth name that mother and father gave to us. This stays the same for the rest of our lives. The only exception is when we marry. Does that make sense so far?"

Winter stopped and asked me if I was following. A normal five-year-old probably wouldn't be so understanding, but I wasn't a normal five-year-old whether it was before or after my awakening. When I nodded yes, she continued.

"After that, there are many more portions to your status. Each one is very detailed and also very important towards your future. For now-"

"Miss Winter, I've brought the medicine basket!"

In comes a middle-aged man in his early 30's, maybe late 20's. He is short for an adult. Winter herself would soon grow to match his height. His belly is slightly round, but he still manages to look dashing in his butler uniform. It is unfortunate though that he already showed signs of balding as young as he was. His worried countenance is clear to both Schnee. Winter puts a hand over her mouth as she just remembered something.

"Oh! I had forgotten to tell you Weiss was completely fine. She was just panicking over the Oum system activating. My apologies, Klein."

The butler sank into a nearby chair in relief. He dropped the basket onto the floor with the elegance of an elephant.

"I swear, Miss Winter, you will make me go bald at this rate."

The two Schnee daughters giggle at his exaggeration. I glance above his head.

Klein Seiben (Lvl ?) [Martial Artist]

Favorite Butler/The Bodyguard

"The bodyguard..."

The two of them freeze at my words. I look at each of them in confusion.

"You can see them?" Klein asked.

Winter stared at me before a glyph came into existence in her fingers. A moment later I can no longer hear the hum of the air conditioning nor the sounds outside my window. Winter looked at Klein.

"Where are the security cameras?"

"Inside of the chandelier. Another is in the bathroom. You will only make things worse if there are hidden cameras I don't know about."

Winter clicked her tongue and cursed under her breath. I shook her gently in confusion. Something was wrong, and their attitudes were scaring me.

"Winter?"

She quickly hugged me. The heavy stone on my heart is lifted as I am reassured they meant no harm.

"Do worry, Weiss. We're on your side."

"A moment, Miss Winter."

Klein stood between us and the chandelier, obscuring its vision.

"Wouldn't want anyone to lip read you now would we?"

Winter nodded.

What is going on? Am I in some secret agent movie or something?

Winter leans in and whispers to me.

"Normally, you would only see three things. A name, their level, and their class. Never has anyone been able to see titles without the usage of other items or skills."

"Is that bad?" I asked.

"No, it's a good thing. In fact, it's too good. A title can tell you a lot of things. It can expose traitors, gives insight into someone's character, and let you distinguish cursed items. It's a ludicrous ability that can be abused without tipping off other people. It's invaluable."

"Isn't that a good thing? Why do I have to hide it, sister?"

"If it's valuable, that's fine. But, too much can be more harmful rather than helpful. You might not understand just yet, Weiss, but trust me. If other people found out, you would become a valuable asset and an even bigger target, even more so than you are as a Schnee."

The gravity of her statements began to sink in. That's right. I wasn't just a gamer in a playthrough. I was Weiss Schnee, everyone's favorite ransom target. I look at my status and the damning numbers in front of my eyes. Never had it felt so terrible to be so weak. I needed to get stronger. Fast.

"Listen carefully, ok? I'm going to describe what other people usually have. I want you to look at your status screen and tell me anything you think seems different. I know it's a lot to ask, but can you do that for me?"

I bit my lip. Winter was thinking I might not be able to tell her everything, but that's only because she thinks I'm a five-year-old. However, I'm way older than that. Identifying the anomalies is easy. The question is do I want to tell them everything? This might be something better left unsaid after all. I look into her gorgeous blue eyes. My sister's blue eyes that held nothing but genuine care and worry.

Damn it all. I'll trust her. I'll trust her not because Winter is the sister of Weiss in RWBY, but because the Winter I had known and grown up with has been nothing less than supportive. This obviously isn't the exact same RWBY I previously knew, and who knew what else was different. In this dangerous world, I needed people I could trust my back to. At the very least, it should be these two.

I nod. She smiled and began explaining. Turns out I am not just any anomaly, but a freak.

"You have a perk system?" Winter repeated.

"Yes, sister. It's greyed out and says it requires a class to unlock."

"That's peculiar," commented Klein, "whatever could that mean?"

"It must change according to the class." Winter guessed. "Like warriors getting physical buffs, or mages getting magical buffs. Is there anything else you saw that was out of place, Weiss?"

"Um, I don't know. Other than the inventory, I'm not sure what else."

"Hm… Wait. You said inventory? I didn't hear wrong, right? Is it greyed out as well?"

"Uh, no. Is that rare?"

Klein's jaw dropped.

"Dear Oum, she has a built-in dimension pocket."

"How much space does it have, Weiss?"

I clicked on the tab, the screen shows a bunch of empty boxes. In the top right are two numbers, saying 0/infinity.

"Um, it says there isn't a limit."

This time even Winter couldn't hold back her shock. Klein swayed side-to-side. Aren't their reactions a bit much, or was spatial semblances that rare?

Winter shook her head and cleared herself out of her stupor.

"That is even more useful than reading titles. This must remain a secret. Other than Klein and me, you absolutely cannot tell anyone else, not even father or mother. Do you understand, Weiss?"

I nodded in agreement. There was still too much I didn't know about this world. The less that knew about my abilities, the better. Winter turned to Klein who was still a stupor, mumbling numbers.

"Klein, I need you to wipe the tapes just in case. Nobody must know what we spoke of here."

"Whatever do you mean, Miss Winter? Miss Weiss was obviously distraught from her awakening ceremony and escaped to her room. Feeling worried, you chased after her and comforted her. Hardly worth reporting."

He winked at us, a smile curling behind his brown moustache. Winter nodded in thanks before turning back to me.

"All I gave you was a brief overview of your status. No doubt father has already scheduled lessons with tutors that will educate you further. Make sure you don't use your inventory yet. I'll try to get you a dimension chip as soon as I can. Otherwise, it will be hard to explain if anyone catches you. Promise me you'll wait?"

"I promise, sister."

Winter made a motion with her hand and canceled whatever spell she casted earlier.

"Hm. Good. I'll be heading out now sister. It's getting late. Night, Weiss."

"Good night, sister, Klein."

"Good night to you Miss Weiss."

When they closed the door, I patiently waited until I hear their footsteps disappear down the hallway. I exhale a deep breath I didn't know I was holding. It has been a long day. How much of RWBY was still applicable here? Would there even be a team RWBY? Is Salem still a threat? Even I didn't know how it ended. I pulled out a blank piece of paper and a pen onto my desk. There was much planning to do, and the first step was to recall everything I can while it was still fresh on my mind. Only after I have a better understanding of my surroundings could I make a move. I fight the urge to fall asleep as I get to work. Two things were clear. I was now Weiss Schnee, and I was a gamer.

-0-

In the distance, 12-year-old Winter walked with Klein. Winter is silent meanwhile Klein is still counting just how many Lien he would have saved had he not needed a dimension chip. It isn't long before she speaks up.

"Klein, do you think Weiss is hiding something from us?"

Klein glanced at the heiress. The young woman had a worried look on her face. He recalled the image of young Miss Weiss. The five-year-old was a peculiar one. When she was born, she did not cry. When placed food in front of her, she obediently ate without complaining, but when she was told to socialize, she had a fit and made a disgusted face that had the servants laughing for weeks. When she finally turned five, Jacques had started the awakening ceremony which allowed one to use their aura. Unlike before, Winter conducted the ceremony on her sister. She had wanted nothing to go wrong for her dear sister.

It started off normally as far as awakening goes. The reason people waited until five years of age was so the body could handle the stress of one's soul emerging physically. Accidents have occurred when a body that couldn't handle the talent it possessed. The results were always one of three: mental retardation, rupture of blood vessels, or death. When Miss Weiss started screaming, they had feared the worst. The healers they had on hand had no effect.

Then, the ceremony was finished, and Miss Weiss stopped yelling. She stared blankly into space. Madam Schnee had broken down crying. When Miss Weiss finally responded, she stared at her palms as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. They were ecstatic. She had underwent a calamity and survived. The first in history! Then, Jacques thought the most appropriate thing to do was to explain the system. The info had obviously went over the young girl's head. His employer could be the most callous individual sometimes. Miss Weiss had then escaped from the room, and the rest was history. With his recollection finished, Klein spoke and reassured the young heiress.

"Miss Weiss has always been an intelligent yet reclusive girl, but I don't think she would hide anything with the intent of harming us. I believe, given enough time, she will eventually trust us, so there is no need to worry Miss Winter."

Winter scrunched her nose, but she sighed in resignation.

"I suppose that's all we can hope for… Klein, I think I will delay my admission into Atlas academy."

"But Miss Winter, you've been looking forward towards that for so long. To delay now…"

"Weiss is more important than moving ahead a couple of years. No doubt my father is already planning on drilling her with harsh lessons like he did for me. But, Weiss's burdens far exceed mine when I was five. We need to be there for her, especially after today's ceremony."

Indeed. While Miss Weiss's other secrets were known to just them, her feat during the actual ceremony will be leaked one way or another by the spies. It seems the time is ripe for him to start purging the servants for everyone's safety if not Miss Weiss's.

"I want to make sure Weiss isn't influenced too harshly by my father as well. If he catches wind of anything, I can't help but feel like he would abuse it harshly like one of his faunus. I'll only delay a year or two, so don't worry about me Klein."

"Sigh. If you say so Miss Winter. I will go inform your mother and father about Weiss. It's been a long day Miss Winter. You should head to bed soon as well."

"Thank you. Night, Klein."

"Good night to you as well."

Author's note: Wanted to try my hand at a gamer fic. Just kind of popped into my head, so I thought why not. Hope you enjoy.