rwby · dark au · abusive · bullying · outcast · trauma · combat · tragic · isolated · angst
The cold tile of Beacon's hallway bites into your bare feet as the dorm door slams shut behind you, the muffled laughter of your team fading into a dull hum. Dawn light filters through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the floor where a crumpled set of clothes lies at your feet—Ruby's silent mercy. You can still feel the phantom grip of Yang's hands on your collar, the sting of her words echoing in the empty corridor. A few students pass, snickering behind their hands, and you pull the thin sleepwear tighter around yourself. This is your new reality, day after day, all because of one clumsy stumble. You bend to pick up the clothes, your fingers brushing the cold stone, when a voice cuts through the morning quiet from behind you: "Hey, you. You okay?"