RWBY: Oscar the gamer

Later that Night, Weiss was on the bed as she closed her eyes, as she goes too sleep, as she goes to her dream, shen then opened her eyes.

Weiss got up as she looked left and right, as she saw the cold wind, and ice spikes. "Where am I".

Weiss's breath caught in her throat as the growling intensified. Her eyes darted around, but the cold, unforgiving landscape seemed to stretch on endlessly, the wind howling through jagged ice spikes that rose like tombstones in the distance. The air was sharp, biting, and everything about the place felt wrong—hostile. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to recall how she'd gotten here, but nothing made sense. One moment, she'd been drifting into sleep, and now she was here, standing in an ominous, dreamlike version of a frozen wasteland.

She instinctively reached for Myrtenaster, but her hand grasped at empty air. Panic surged, and her mind raced. Why isn't it here? she thought, her pulse quickening.

The growling became louder, closer. She spun around, eyes wide in alarm, only to see the first of the figures emerging from the shadows of the ice spikes—a large, menacing Beowolf, its red eyes glowing with malice. But this wasn't just any Beowolf. It was hers. One she had slain with her own hands back in Beacon's training grounds.

It wasn't alone.

Behind it, she saw more of them—Grimm after Grimm, each one a twisted reflection of the monsters she'd killed in the past. A nevermore, a deathstalker, a massive Ursa—all the creatures she had destroyed were now here, standing before her, silent and hungry.

She stepped back, her heart racing as fear flooded her senses. How is this possible? she thought. These Grimm were supposed to be gone, erased. Why were they here, in her dreams, hunting her down like this?

A voice, soft yet chilling, echoed through the cold. "You can't escape what you've done."

Weiss whipped her head around, searching for the source. There was no one there, but the voice reverberated through her very soul. It was like a haunting whisper from deep within her mind.

"What do you mean?" Weiss called out, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to keep it steady. "I—I've killed them. I've moved on."

The growling grew louder as the Grimm advanced on her, their eyes fixed on her with unnerving intensity. They moved like shadows, slow and relentless. And then, she saw it—the face of the Beowolf, its mangled and scarred features twisted into something almost human. It was as if it was mocking her, showing her a part of her past she had hoped to leave behind.

"You can never move on," the voice continued, now sounding almost familiar, "because every death, every creature you've destroyed, is a part of you. They live within you, always."

Weiss clenched her fists, frustration and fear mixing in her chest. She could feel her heart pounding louder than ever. I have to fight. She couldn't let herself be consumed by this—by her own mistakes. But without her weapon, she felt powerless.

Suddenly, the ground beneath her feet cracked and rumbled. The Grimm closed in, ready to pounce. The ice around her began to shift and tremble, as if the entire world was crumbling under the weight of her fears.

Just when she thought she was done for, a familiar figure appeared in the distance, stepping through the darkness. It was Isaac, his form cutting through the cold like a beacon of warmth.

"Weiss!" His voice echoed, full of determination. "Fight back. You're not alone in this!"

Weiss's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at him. Was this another part of the dream? Or was this her own subconscious reaching out to her for help?

But the Grimm didn't stop. They closed in, relentless, and the voice continued, This is who you are. A killer. A destroyer.

"No," Weiss whispered, stepping forward despite the overwhelming fear. "I am not that."

With Isaac's image burned into her mind, she forced herself to focus, reaching deep within herself. She couldn't let her past define her. She wouldn't let it control her.

As she gathered what little strength she had, the wind shifted, the ice cracking under her resolve. And then, she heard it—a faint crackle of magic, an echo of her own power, a warmth starting to build in the cold.

In that moment, she realized that her power wasn't just about her Summons or her weapon. It was about herself—her will, her choices, and the people who cared for her.

With newfound determination, Weiss reached out into the icy air, focusing on the essence of what she wanted to create.

The ice around her began to shift. Slowly, but surely, her Summons responded.

A massive, shimmering wolf of ice appeared, its form made of frozen light, unlike the Grimm versions, radiant and pure. And then, a knight made of snow, its armor glistening like the stars, emerged alongside her. The coldness of the land started to retreat, the ice cracking and giving way to the warmth of her newfound resolve.

The Grimm hesitated. They could feel it. Weiss wasn't afraid anymore. She was ready to fight for herself, for her future, and for the family she'd found.

She raised her hand, and the two Summons surged forward, ready to clash with the twisted creatures that threatened her.

As the dream began to fade, and the world around her started to dissolve, Weiss stood tall. This time, she wouldn't be held back by her past. This time, she would face it head-on.

"Gotta say nice nightmare you are having".

She turned her head too see Grimm, one she never killed, it looks lik Grimm but it was very human, having a white mask Ans looked like Ghost or a Grimm Ripper.

Weiss recognise these type of Grimm. "Your a Terror".

Terror Grimm, it was a Grimm type, a special type of Grimm, they come too people's mind and.... Have a friendly chat with them and then eat there nightmare and gives them good dreams. Yes Dreams Grimm were 101% friendly and the only Grimm That was fully on friendly terms of Humans

The Terror Grimm tilted its head, the eerie white mask glinting under the strange, moonlit glow of Weiss's dreamscape. It was a chilling sight, though it held a kind of eerie calmness about it. Its very presence seemed to distort the air around them, creating a surreal sense of both peace and dread.

"You're very perceptive," the Terror Grimm said with a soft, almost affectionate chuckle, its voice like a whisper carried on the wind. "Yes, I am a Terror Grimm. We're... not like the others." It took a step closer to Weiss, its movements fluid and ghostly. "We don't destroy. We come to help, in a way. We feed on nightmares, turning them into sweet dreams. We help them, if only for a while."

Weiss, her heart pounding in her chest, stepped back instinctively, even as she tried to maintain composure. She had heard about Terrors—Grimm that somehow operated outside the usual violent nature of their kind. They weren't like the others; they didn't seek to kill or consume, but instead seemed to offer a form of solace to those trapped in nightmares. But she still couldn't fully trust something that came from the mind of a Grimm.

"You feed on nightmares," Weiss said, her tone skeptical, "but why are you in mine?"

The Terror's masked face tilted slightly as it studied her, its movements unnervingly slow. "Because, dear Weiss Schnee, everyone has their own fears. Their own troubles they can't escape. I merely offer them a little... comfort."

It paused, the ghostly figure now standing just a few feet away. "And perhaps," it added in a teasing tone, "your nightmare isn't as far from reality as you'd like to think."

Weiss stood frozen for a moment, her mind racing. She didn't want to let it get to her. She couldn't allow herself to be consumed by her fears, not even in a dream. "I don't need your help," she finally said, trying to steady her breath. "I'm not like the others. I'm not weak."

The Terror chuckled again, the sound like soft wind rustling leaves. "Weakness isn't always the issue. Sometimes it's simply the weight of what you carry. Fear... regret... they can weigh heavier than any burden, and even you can't always escape them."

Weiss clenched her fists. "I won't let you win."

"Oh, I'm not here to win, sweet Schnee," the Terror said, its voice growing soft and sympathetic. "I'm here to offer peace... or at least a brief respite from the pain. The choice is yours, as it always is."

The dream began to twist, the ice around her growing more jagged, the air more suffocating. But Weiss stood tall, staring the Terror Grimm down, determined to face her nightmare head-on. She wouldn't be swayed by its words. She was stronger than her fears.

"You'll never break me," she said firmly.

The Terror Grimm paused, its head tilting again, almost as if it were assessing her. After a long moment of silence, it gave a soft, eerie laugh and took a step back. "Very well," it said. "But remember, even the bravest have their moments of doubt."

Terror looked at Weiss as he it spoke. "Now before I move too the next human to help, I think I understand your problem why you can't summon Grimm".

Weiss looked at him as he spoke. "What is it".

Terror looked at Weiss as it spoke. "Apologies to them".

He then pointed at the Grimm in her dream, the ones that she was supposed to summon after there dead.

Weiss's eyes widened as the Terror Grimm pointed to the grim, shadowed figures of the dead Grimm standing around her in the dream. These were the very creatures she had slain in the past, the ones she'd expected to be able to summon. She had always prided herself on her abilities, her control over her summons, but something had gone wrong. They wouldn't answer her call.

"Apologize to them?" Weiss echoed, her voice shaking slightly, both from confusion and something deeper, something that felt like guilt.

The Terror nodded solemnly. "Yes, for they are bound by more than death. They are bound by your own regrets and unspoken burdens. You killed them in battle, yes, but you never gave them peace. You never let them rest."

Weiss's gaze shifted from the Terror to the dark figures in her dream. She had always seen them as enemies, as obstacles to be removed for the sake of her mission. But now, in this dream, they felt... different. Their faces were obscured by shadows, but there was a heaviness to their presence, as if they were waiting for something from her. Something she hadn't given.

"I…" Weiss began, but the words felt stuck in her throat. How could she apologize to them? They were Grimm. They were monsters. She had killed them, just as she had been taught to do. She wasn't supposed to feel sorry for them.

The Terror's voice was soft, almost coaxing. "The dead you summoned were not just mere Grimm, Weiss Schnee. They were once creatures like any other—beasts with minds, with instincts, with the possibility of redemption, had things been different. You never gave them that chance. You used them as weapons, just as they used you. But deep inside, there's a part of you that still sees them as... more. Don't you?"

Weiss looked at the Grimm in front of her again, her heart aching. She had always focused on the technicalities, the strategies, and the need to win. She had never considered what those Grimm were like before they had been consumed by the darkness. Had they, too, once been creatures fighting for survival, like any other?

She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry," she said, though it felt almost surreal. "I'm sorry for what I did. I was just following orders. But I never thought about... about you. I should've. I should've been more... more understanding. I didn't know how to be."

The Terror Grimm watched her closely, its mask unblinking, though Weiss could sense something softening in its eerie presence. "That is all they needed to hear," it said quietly. "The moment you acknowledge them—not just as tools, but as something more—you'll find your summons will come easier. They seek peace, too, not just from the fight, but from you."

As Weiss spoke the words, the figures of the dead Grimm began to shift. Their forms started to lose their shadowy, malevolent edges, transforming into something calmer, almost peaceful. It was as if her apology had unlocked something within them, allowing them to finally rest, or perhaps... to return.

The Terror Grimm took one final look at her before fading into the mist, its voice lingering in the air. "Remember, Weiss. Peace isn't always found through battle. Sometimes it is found through understanding. Take that with you."

Weiss stood there, her heart lighter, as the Grimm in her dream began to dissipate, fading into nothingness. She felt an odd sense of relief wash over her, and as the dream began to break apart around her, she realized the truth in the Terror's words.

When she woke up, her resolve would be stronger, and perhaps—just perhaps—she'd finally understand how to summon them, not as enemies, but as allies.

Weiss woke up, it was morning, she then saw the Terror Grimm. "Ah!".

Terror spoke looking at her. "Suprise to see me here".

Weiss looked at him as she spoke. "Why are you here".

Terror looked at her as it chuckled. "No after what you just did, I think in the future you can Replace Her, and you can actually be a true ruler too us".

Weiss blinked, still reeling from the dream and the encounter. "Wait, what do you mean by 'replace her'?" she asked, trying to grasp what the Terror had just hinted at.

But before the Terror could respond any further, it began to fade, its form dissipating like mist. "Sorry, can't stay longer. Us Terrors can't stay in the daylight for long," it said cryptically, its voice drifting off as it disappeared.

Weiss sat up in her bed, her heart racing as the events of the dream swirled in her mind. Replacing "her"? Who was the Terror referring to? And why did it think she could be a ruler?

She shook her head, trying to make sense of it all. The Terror Grimm, despite being a creature of nightmares, had given her an insight into herself that she hadn't expected. The apology, the understanding—it had changed something in her. But now, this new information only added to her confusion.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock on her door.

"Hey, Weiss, you awake?" Isaac's voice came from the other side.

Weiss quickly wiped her face, trying to shake off the lingering feeling of the dream and the conversation with the Terror. "Yeah, I'm up," she called, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

The door opened, and Isaac stepped in, a warm smile on his face. "I was wondering if you wanted to join us for breakfast. I think Mom made your favorite today."

Weiss nodded, though her mind was still far away. "Sure," she said quietly, standing up and heading toward the door.

As she walked past Isaac, she couldn't help but feel like something had shifted inside her. The Terror's words lingered, leaving her with more questions than answers. But for now, she had to put those thoughts aside and focus on the present.

"Thanks, Isaac," she said softly as she followed him out.

Isaac gave her a quick glance, but said nothing, as if sensing she had a lot on her mind. As they made their way to the dining area, Weiss couldn't shake the feeling that her journey had just taken a turn toward something much bigger than herself.

Meanwhile in the Void someone was watching this through a Screen, it was Lilith's as she smirked

Lilith stretch her arm as she spoke. "Now things are getting more interesting in this world".

She then swapped the screen as it shows Oscar still on the screen as she traced her finger on the Screen on his face, seeing her Project getting stronger with the System she gave him, she then looked at something.

Lilith smirked as she summoned a dark looking egg, with white cracks and white scales. "He just need to unlcok one more class, and then he has completed another Secret Quest of System".

Lilith's smile grew wider as she gently cradled the dark egg in her hands, the cracks pulsating with a strange, eerie light. The egg seemed to resonate with an ominous energy, its power humming softly beneath her touch.

"One more class... and then everything will fall into place," she mused to herself, her voice laced with both excitement and a hint of malevolence. The egg was a key, a tool for a much larger plan. It would be the catalyst that would bind Oscar further to the mysterious forces she had been manipulating from the shadows.

She turned her attention back to the screen, where Oscar was still visible, unaware of the deeper layers of the game being played around him. The System she had given him was evolving, its influence growing stronger, molding him into something more than just a simple pawn. But Oscar was more than just a subject in her grand design; he was a vessel for her ultimate creation.

Lilith's eyes glinted as she traced her fingers along the screen, following Oscar's movements, analyzing every decision he made, every step he took. She had already seen the potential in him, the raw energy that could be harnessed. The egg would be the final step in unlocking the power that would change the course of everything.

"Once he completes this quest, the real work will begin. I'll guide him, as I always do, but soon... soon, he will be ready to fulfill his true purpose," she said, her voice soft but dripping with authority.

A low chuckle escaped her lips as she envisioned the future unfolding. She knew Oscar's path, knew how he would react, how he would unknowingly fall deeper into her influence. It was all part of her plan, and there was no stopping it now.

She carefully placed the egg on a dark altar that materialized in front of her, the surface of the altar gleaming with a dark energy. The egg began to emit a faint glow, the cracks widening ever so slightly.

Lilith turned back to the screen, her eyes narrowing. "Let's see how long it takes for you to realize the truth, Oscar. By the time you do, it will be too late."

With that, she stepped back, watching the screen with keen interest as the web she had spun tightened around her unsuspecting pawn.

To be continued

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