My very first fanfiction, I was actually very uncomfortable writing this and publishing it. Primarily because I've never done something like this before, but also because I've had a somewhat bad relationship with fanfictions in the past. Hopefully this will change, and I an looking forward to all reviews. I actually got this idea from Doccy Larsson Seraphim's Death Wish. Check it out guys!

Though to be honest, Hotline Miami fanfictions have the infamy to not be well noticed, despite being highly well made. Oh well, you gotta start somewhere. Hope you have fun reading this.

I do not claim ownership of Hotline Miami or RWBY. RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth, and Hotline Miami belongs to Dennaton Games. All rights reserved.

Regret. Remorse. Sorrow. Grief. These were the emotions going through Tony's head as he held Corey in her last breaths. Thoughts of what could've been went through his head, as he cradled Corey, trying to reassure her everything will be okay. He alone already knew everything would not be okay. Mark was dead, his entire skull caved in to the right.. Ash and Alex were dead, judging from the gunshots he heard on the walkie-talkie. Corey was bleeding out, a massive hole leaking blood out of her stomach, and she was crying, softly muttering about how she didn't want to die here. The only thing Tony could do for Corey was console her... until her final breath gave out, and she stopped moving.

This was it. This was the end. He was alone. Alone in a room with the corpses of two of his best friends, Mark and Corey. He didn't have any time to anguish over his loss before the door in front of him was kicked open. Shocked, he looked up to see a scraggly blonde man in a coat, obviously some kind of detective. Tony could only stare at the man, with small streams of tears going down his eyes, as the man began to speak. "Well, what do we have here?" The scraggy blonde man asked patronizingly, as he was slowly pulling something from his waist. "Wearing masks, huh? Another set of vigilantes, I presume?" At this point, the man in front of Tony had pulled out his revolve and aimed it at Tony's head, making Tony raise his hands to signify his surrender.

"Don't shoot. I give up." Choked out Tony, as he fought to drive back his tears. "I'm through with this. Just arrest me and get this over with, okay?" At this point, Tony choked again, out of sorrow of his dead friends. The people who pissed him off every day, the guys he stuck around to eat pizza with, the squad that he survived through the Hawaii forests with... all dead, and here he was, the last man alive. He didn't want to fight anymore, the death of his close friends killed off any motivation he had for pursuing this vigilante career anyways. Realizing this, he said "I'm done fighting..."

The gunman scoffed, and stared down at Tony. "Oh? You want your fifteen minutes of fame? Well, I don't think so." There was a pause, as the armed man seemed to be glaring at Tony with a ferocity that he couldn't understand. What was with this guy, and why was he here? "You know what happens to thugs like you?" These were the last words Tony would hear. As soon as those words hit Tony's ears, the gunman fired.

BANG.

Nearly every scientist say that a shot to the head is normally a quick and painless death, but for Tony? He found it a bit more painful, but quick. He could feel the bullet pierce his skin and skull, then entering his brain. It was an odd feeling, but it went away quickly, only for a bright light to appear suddenly in his vision, then to be quickly smothered out by darkness.

Emerald Forest, 4 years before the start of RWBY, Evening



Emerald Forest, home to certain Grimm species and the initiation location for the new years. For some reason, an electrical impulse had begun to spark within the forest, slowly gaining in power. Little by little, the electrical power began to surge, vaporizing any unfortunate Grimm that happened to get close to this anomaly. Then the electric energy surged into a small ball, then erupted, spreading out small portions of energy through the forest, creating a white, blinding light. This light lasted only for three seconds, before it dissipated quickly, leaving within a single second. The Grimm, who had been backing away from this energy explosion, slowly went to their normal habits, forgetting the event that had just occurred. To them, it appeared to be nothing had ever happened.

Ozpin's scroll lit up as soon as the radar picked up the electrical anomaly within the forest, but then went quiet as soon as the alert started. Confused, he looked at the scroll to discover that there had been an unnatural energy output within Emerald Forest, but had gone out very quickly. Glynda looked at Ozpin expectedly, as she had received the same alert. "It seems like there was some kind of unnatural electrical anomaly discovered in the midst of Emerald Forest, Ozpin... should we send a team to investigate it?" Ozpin sat and started to ponder a little bit, then sighed. "No Glynda, I don't think we should send a team out to investigate it... From the looks of things, it just appears to be an energy dust explosion... it doesn't appear to be anything well worth investigating." Glynda simply nodded her head and went back to finishing up the piles of paperwork she knew sat on her desk, and Ozpin simply looked out his office window, looking out at Emerald Forest. As soon as Glynda left, he started to muse how much Dust was used to make that explosion and why. "Why do I get the feeling that this is much more than I presume?" murmured Ozpin, as he stared out into the distance. It wasn't like him to not take notice of such events, but then again, he had made more mistakes than any other human in this world. This would be another addition to the pile of mistakes he held.

Meanwhile, at the same exact place the electric anomaly occurred,

Tony groaned as he got up, moving to grab his head, since he had a massive headache. His head hurt a lot, and it was as the pain was powerful, as though it was trying to break his head in two. He groaned as he began to sit up, since large sparks of pain erupted throughout his body as he tried to get up. Never before had moving hurt as much as it did. It took him a moment before he remembered something: Didn't he get shot in the head earlier? Explains the headache, but didn't explain HOW he was still alive. He knew this wasn't Heaven or Hell, he was still feeling pain. Tony groggily looked around his surroundings, hoping to get an answer to where he was, but ended up getting more questions, and not even a single answer.

All around him he was surrounded by trees and tall grass, with the high likeness of the forests he explored in Hawaii. This forest didn't have the humidity of Hawaii though, and that was one thing he won't forget. Not only that, but the forest seemed more hostile than Hawaii, come to think of it. Ironic, a dark, dreary forest would seem much more dangerous than a forest filled with Russian pricks armed with AK-47s, ready to shoot him and his friends at will... Wait, his friends, they all died, right? Was he the only one here? Tony sighed and looked up at the moon, and jaw dropped at the sight. Even though his mask somewhat blocked his vision, it didn't exactly hide the fact that the moon had been broken up. The moon, shattered like a glass, stood tall over the entire forest, the brightness illuminating the area, giving him light to see a bit clearly... But the moon, fuck, the moon wasn't fucking broken apart, it was supposed to be together! Well, this marked one thing for sure: He wasn't in Hawaii or Miami, but probably not on Earth either... He broke out of his musings when he heard a groan come from the field, and as he turned towards the source of the noise, rising up with his fists at ready to start punching and releasing his stored tension, he saw them... and lowered his arms shockingly.

On the same field that he had woken up in, there lay Corey, Mark, Alex, and fucking Ash. They were all wearing their respective masks, Corey and her zebra, Mark and his bear, Alex and Ash with their goddamn swan masks and numbers. They were all wearing the same clothing they wore on the day of the office building assault, the Miami Dolphins jacket for Corey... the Kevlar suits for Mark, Alex, Ash... fuck, they were wearing EXACTLY what they had. Alex had her chainsaw right next to her, Ash had his pistol holstered at his waist, and Mark apparently had his dual SMGs on his back. And they were all okay. Every single one of them were groaning and holding their heads, all except for Corey, who was holding her hand over her stomach. They were all alive, and well. Tony could feel some tears fall down his face as he realized that they were all safe. As soon as everyone got up, dazed and confused about what was going on, Tony went in and grabbed everyone for a large group hug. This led to an awkward silence for a few seconds, none of them were used to Tony being so emotional. Then Alex spoke up. "Hey Tony, I know that this is amazing, how we all died and stuff and we're all standing right here, still alive... but can you let us go? You're kinda crushing my spine..." At these words, Tony laughed awkwardly as he unlocked the hug, and everyone except for Tony started to groan and rub their waists, still recovering from the bodily pain.

Still, they were in unknown territory in their eyes, and they had to be prepared. They did an equipment check before they ventured out further, it helped immensely to be well prepared. The attack on those Russian assholes and the Hawaii conflicts taught them this dear lesson. Alex had her respective chainsaw and a backpack, which contained two bottles of backup fuel for the chainsaw, several snacks, and two bags of marijuana. (While Alex denies this furiously, the snacks are for her munchies that she gets after smoking the marijuana. When asked about them, she will firmly state that it is for the group. No one believes her a single bit.) Ash had his 9mm pistol with fifteen rounds, which was odd, as Ash stated that he had used all the bullets already and had thrown away the gun. Mark's dual SMGs were all loaded up, along with his two magazines, which he swears that he had already used. Odd... but useful at the same time, especially since this meant that Corey could have a gun to protect herself temporarily, at least until they could get out of this bleak forest. With some persuasion, they managed to get Mark to hand a SMG, along with a loaded magazine to Corey, at least until they got out of this forest and got their bearings. With this equipment check done, they understood that they HAD to at least find a water source, all of them were somewhat thirsty, and it wouldn't do any good to actually eat the snacks now, they had to conserve it, since that was their only food supply for now.

And they entered the bleak and dark forest together, ready to take on what this unknown jungle had to throw at them. And as they entered the dark, dreary jungle, they could hear the growls of Beowolves and Ursas, unknowing that while they were entering a beautiful and new world, the inhabitants were staring at them, enraged at the prospect of these newcomers barging in. It was like looking into the Abyss, only that the Abyss stared back with hungry, angered eyes.

And this is the revamped intro! I hope to do more with the second chapter, I do hope the writing gets better.

Never forget... the history that Remnus has to offer... for it is not only one of joy and the creations of heroes... but it brings the heart of misery, deceit, betrayal, and the fall of said heroes... Remnus is a continent that is far beyond saving, and its past has been one that has been far too long forgotten. Would you enter this forgotten past with me, journey back to the start of the world change, and survive? Or will you succumb to boredom and the mad gods above, and abandon the world that there is to offer? Follow along child, and we shall start at the beginning of this tragic continent...