"Luke. I THINK I'm your father!" -Darth Vader

Ruby sat on Oum's shoulder.

The animator had once again returned to tuning his most recent animations. Sometimes he wished that time could go slower so that he could work even more. The more time he had for his show, the more thought and care he could put into his story before a deadline arrived. Working fervently for the show with a low budget was pretty harsh sometimes, but overall, he thought the entire process was worth it.

Sometimes he would push himself too far. But that was okay, because his friends would help him recover and march through the pain of working a seemingly endless process together. The work he did would have been impossible had Miles Luna and Kerry Shawcross decided not to help him. But they did, and that was all that mattered. Their presence let Oum know that he was not alone in making a show that only he and his friends could construct from the beginning to the end.

He liked to think that his work was awesome. Of course, this did not ring true to everyone's thoughts, but optimism made him work harder and harder. He knew his animations and story were not perfect; they had some flaws in it, which was why he dedicated a chunk of his time into perfecting his image of the show.

After finishing up the simple animation he did through some simple codes, Monty Oum yawned and stretched his arms forward. Staring at Oum, Ruby blinked before doing the exact same thing, her voice having a much higher pitch than her creator's.

The two stopped yawning in unison, slumping lifelessly on their respective seats. Ruby's eyes, however, showed the exact opposite of "exhausted."

A few seconds later, the red-haired girl quietly picked herself up as she waddled over to Oum's neck. She jumped and landed on his collar. She jumped again. Oum felt a tingling sensation on his right ear as the girl pulled herself up.

She soon sat on his head with a satisfied smile.

At least I showered an hour ago, Oum thought with a smirk as he stood up. The girl grabbed a bit of his hair as she giggled. The man walked out of his room.

Much to his surprise, the living room's television was being used by none other than Sheena and the rest of RWBY.

He saw two Jedi warriors duking it out in what he liked to call the "Digital Box of Useless and Useful Things Alike."

"Star Wars?" He asked Sheena as he sat on the couch. Yang's gaze tore from the movie to Oum as the couch moved. She laughed brightly as she rolled towards Oum's legs due to the sudden shift of the furniture.

"Yup," Sheena answered. Her husband raised an eyebrow as he looked at the small bag of chips she was carrying.

"Can I have some?"

His wife glanced at him before picking up a chip. A small grin formed as she asked, "Feeling hungry?"

"Nope, not really. Just trying to make your diet stand a chance-"

Sheena threw the chip at Oum's face.

As Oum wiped some crumbs off of his face and immersed himself to the Jedi duel, Weiss started making lightsaber noises.

This instantly broke the attention he gave to the movie.

The man turned to the white-haired Schnee heiress, whose eyes shined brightly at the sight of two swordsmen utilizing fancy laser swords and pushy-pushy Force things. Sheena blinked when she noticed that Oum did not pay any attention to the movie and looked down at Weiss.

With a high-pitched voice, the girl cried,

"Voom!"

Sheena and Oum felt their hearts go Voom as well.

Every once in a while, she would attempt to mimic the lightsaber noises. This continued on as the duel intensified. Soon, the battle ended, and Weiss relaxed. A bright smile was plastered on her face.

The tiny Schnee blinked as she slowly turned to the people around her. She glanced at Oum, who stared at her. She also glanced at Sheena, who did the same as her husband. Her eyes trailed down to her team members, who stared at her as if she came from outer space and beyond.

Blake decided to show no mercy and grinned.

"…!"

Her face going red quite quickly, the white-haired Schnee reverted back to the personality she usually exhibited. As Yang laughed, Weiss squealed something incoherent as she chased the blonde brawler. Yang then began to mimic Weiss' expressions as she ran, which only made the Schnee heiress's chasing even faster.

Sheena swore she never saw Oum laugh to the point where no sound came out of him.

The animator felt his mind clear as the tiny miracles started running around the house again.