Beacon academy was a place of heroism, a symbol of hope, and gives the world many huntsmen each year to protect the people from Grimm.

On this fine day, the Headmaster was speaking to one of the faculty members.

Ozpin: Yes Glynda?

Goodwitch: Well, I have a few concerns about one of the students transcripts.

He turned from his spinny chair and faced her, hot cocoa in hand.

Ozpin: Which and why?

Goodwitch: Y/n L/n, sir. Based off his transcripts, we have found that he is a rather... unorthodox fighter.

Ozpin: Oh yes, I know about Mr.L/n and I have spoken to him before. I don't see the problem?

Goodwitch: It's his weapon, sir.

(Meanwhile)

Here we see a train in passing through the forest of forever fall. On the very outskirts in somewhat of a canyon nudged between the mountains.

This train had been carrying insanely valuable items. Dust, riches, equipment, and Atleasian tech.

There were two parties raiding this train. One was for a revolutionary organization revolving around the Faunas.

The other party was working for a much smaller group of people, but they needed to survive, and boy were they good at surviving...

A boy dashed onto the front of the train and crouched at the top hatch. He put his hand into his ear and spoke into the microphone.

Y/n: I'm in position, did the Branwen say why they needed this shit?

???: We are hired thieves and killers, Y/n. We get the job done and take our pay.

Y/n: Jeez, wonder who shoved that stick so far up your ass.

They microphone cut off, signaling that the boy was on his own and that his friend had no need to aid him.

He sighed and disappeared into thin air.

He reappeared directly in the trains storage room. He found what he was looking for, namely the loot, and began mentally preparing himself for the following pain.

Y/n: I hate warping...

He raised his hand and sent every once of valuables to HQ. He clutched his head and groaned in pain. After a moment he regained his composure and reached for his head peace.

Y/n: Package secured, moving out n-

He was interrupted by an explosion coming from the back of the train. He again turned on his head peace and mumbled into it.

Y/n: Potential hostiles found, do I proceed or engage?

???: Engage, we don't won't information of what we are doing to reach a third party.

With a strained sigh, he teleported his combat gear to him and rushed to the back of the train.

It was simple yet fashionable. A clean white and red combat jacket with multiple inside pockets with additional string. He had a flexible and smooth pair of jeans.

He bore no visible weapon, only metal gloves with what appeared to be threads to lay down wire. It was all connected to a wire pack slung on his back.

He reached his destination and saw two people fighting a small army of Atleasian knights. He teleported all around the battlefield in a stealthy fashion, swiftly laying down wire to rip them all to shreds in seconds.

Once his trap was laid, he revealed himself to the two.

They were White Fang members, or at least one was. He bore one of their grim mask and a suit, along with a red katana.

The girl had black hair and was fighting with a whip-glock-katana-knife thing. Yeah don't ask I have no clue.

Y/n: Y'all need some help?

The man turned to me and tried to attack, but I simply strangled him in some wires.

Mask: We don't need your help!

I sighed and tightened my grip. He let out a cry of pain as the wires tightened.

Y/n: What about you Catgirl? Want me to kill all the knights?

She had been the one holding them off, so she graciously accepted the help.

I raised both hands and fiercely clenched my fists. The wires in the room tightened the slack and were all around the Atleasian Knights.

I pulled my hands down in a very Whitebeard fashion and the wires ripped them all to shreds.

I turned to the suit guy and released him.

Y/n: Thank yous are in order.

He dashes at me with the katana just like before and once again was captured by my wires.

Y/n: Seriously learn your lesson.

Catgirl: Thank you for the help, but please release him.

Y/n: Will he grow a pair?

Mask: Excuse m-

I tightened my grip.

Mask: Okay fine!

I let him go and he fell to the ground, clutching his sides.

Y/n: You guys should leave, I've already taken everything.

Mask: What?!

I lightly whip slapped him with the wire.

Y/n: Use your eyes, I'm a fucking teleporter.

Catgirl: Let's just go, Adam. We clearly can't fight this guy.

Y/n: Thank you, I assume your the leader?

Catgirl: Right hand.

I shrugged and started calling the used wire back to my hand. It all went back into the wire holder my back.

Y/n: Well sense you guys alerted the guards, the big one will be awake soon.

Catgirl: The big o-

The wall was blasted open. We looked out to see a massive spider robot on one of the empty platform carts.

Y/n: That one.

I looked at the mask guy.

Y/n: Both of you guys go and try and salvage what you can, I got this cunt.

Mask: Why would I trust a human?

Y/n: By that logic why would I trust a faunas?

Mask: What did you say?!

Y/n: Racism is inspired by the aggressor, if you talk shit about my race imma talk shit about yours.

He was still angry, but Catgirl stepped in.

Catgirl: Let's go Adam.

He reluctantly started running the other way. The girl gave me a thankful glance and turned... the opposite direction...?

I didn't question it and directed my attention back to the spider robot.

I jumped at it and At-At'd that mf.

Do you know why the strategist is valued more than the fighter?

After teleporting around it a had made a successful web. It struggled against me and it took a shit ton of grip strength to keep it at bay.

Because it doesn't matter how strong a puppet is in a fight.

It tried launching a few rockets at me. I teleported to the arm and used my wires to cut it clean off.

You always fear the one that pulls the strings.

The robot tried to crawl out of the trap, but I used my left hand to throw the arm back at the robot.

And he is excellent at pulling the strings.

I completely cut the robot in half and the explosion ignited the dust in the robots dismembered arm, causing a massive explosion of lightning dust.

I called the wires back and teleported back to base.

FEAR THE PUPPET MASTER, FOR YOU PLAY HIS GAME BECAUSE HE ALLOWS IT

Y'all like that ending card? I need one for the Schnee series but this one is a scrap.

I figured I would focus on badass foreshadowing rather than depressing foreshadowing.

As usual, the character analysis.

Y/n works with his friends in a joint operation. They kill, steal, and lie for the right price.

Their main business partners are the Branwen, who understand their ideology of survival of the fittest.

He is not the boss, not does he wish to climb the ladder. In truth, he just wants a normal life with normal friends.

'Friends'

They say that, but it was all business. He didn't know anyone well and was simply a cover up for the other tribes.

He couldn't leave because of how valuable he is. He is a telewarper, a very important and rare trait, and was undeniably valuable as a bandit. 

Y'all fw bandit Y/n? I know he ain't a menace like in the Schnee book, but I made his character somewhat realistic.

I still prefer the Schnee and want you guys to vote for Schnee. Seriously, it's a better story with better characters. I'm kinda obligated to listen to y'all tho.

-MehFuckIt