"I need to make a new interesting character."

Sheena stared at Oum skeptically as if she found him to be talking nonsense.

"An interesting character? But you already have plenty of those."

Oum nodded as he stared at a blank sheet of paper in the living room. He had set the paper on the coffee table near their sofa with an intent look on his face. Normally he would work on concepts at his worktable, but today was different.

Nora hosted a slumber party on top of his worktable.

I can't just interrupt it, he had concluded earlier as he remembered the paragon of oblivious happiness that was Nora Valkyrie. I can't just stop her from being so happy.

So he decided to pull out the idea of working on characters with Sheena instead. Being his lovely spouse, he occasionally got together and talked about his own ideas with her. Of course, she accepted the challenge of analyzing the small kinks Oum made to the characters he carefully crafted. Sometimes they had potential, and other times they did not fit right.

To be fair, she gave him plenty of good ideas. But sometimes things did not work out perfectly, and oftentimes they would create abominations that never make the cut out of pure humor.

But he did not need humor at the moment. What he needed was good ideas.

The problem was that he had to make a male character.

"Truth be told," Oum admitted as he held his hands up- fingers crossed- in front of his mouth, "when I designed Jaune, he was meant to be a hybrid parody of a generic protagonist and a man-princess. Miles touched him up to make him something more than that. Then there's everyone else I made so far, who is a parody of something."

Sheena tilted her head at his last word. "Such as?"

"Neptune with his 'flirty' archetype. Cardin with his bully archetype. Roman with his supervillain archetype. Ren with… whatever my archetype is supposed to be."

"You're a weirdo. A shy weirdo."

"Okay, so Ren is the quiet archetype."

Squinting at nothing in particular, Oum muttered, "So I'm thinking about someone with a definitive 'complex' personality."

At this, Sheena put up a thoughtful look. "Maybe you can try mixing contrasting character traits with each other? That worked kinda well for Neptune, didn't it?"

Without a word, Oum began to draw some ideas. He first drew a lean and athletic male student about to faint at the sight of carnage.

"We don't have many characters who are genuinely scared of combat," Oum mentioned as he thought over his available options well. "That's because the entire show revolves around combat, but maybe a side character or two can have this trait?"

"Oh!" Sheena perked up. There was something else she wanted to point out.

"There's also no student who has an extreme case of wanting to fight people! Cardin doesn't count because he just likes being on top of others- I'm talking about characters who just… live for the thrill of battle!"

"Hm. You have a point."

So Oum drew a male student fighting visciously against a single Grimm with a sword. It seemed barbaric at a first glance, but Oum did realize that there was, indeed, few characters who had such a simple and linear trait.

"Maybe he can have some sort of disability? Weak eyes could be one."

Oum proceeded to draw a blind character.

As he finished drawing it up, his eyes shot wide open as a realization came to mind.

What if I just mix all of these up?! He thought as he stared at all three of the drawings on the paper.

So he flipped the paper over and started drawing again.

"I'm going to try mixing them up," he told his beloved wife as he sketched quickly.

And thus, he ended up with a blind character who lunged towards a Grimm with a deadly sword while looking as if he were about to faint at the idea of engaging combat with something alive.

For some odd reason, it reminded him of someone. It reminded him of someone who was already in the show… Someone who lacked the courage to-

"Isn't this just a blind Jaune?"

Ah.

There it was.

He knew the character reminded him of something, and it just happened to be the male who appeared the most out of all the other men.

As soon as Sheena confirmed his suspicions, Oum took a deep breath.

This time, he drew a pretty boy who enjoyed dressing up like a princess. And then he drew a muscular man who looked cowardly, and then a boy who had immense potential for using his own aura effectively.

"It's Jaune again."

…

After a brief silence, Monty finally found the solution to make up for his errors.

"I'm going to leave this to Miles and the other creative designers."

There were times when ideas just clicked in Oum's head. But as a human being, sometimes, they did not work out perfectly. Sometimes, the same ideas kept popping up in one's head over and over again until they realized that something repetitive is in their train of thoughts.

Just when he thought all hope was lost, Oum brightened up as an ideas came to his head. He drew a character with a shield who just happened to have a sword in-hand as well-

"…"

Oum decided to design pretty girls instead of wallowing in despair.

Yang giggled incoherently as she swept Blake off her own feet with an eraser.

The tiny miracles played on Monty's worktable. Very rarely did they go absolutely nuts on the table itself while Oum worked on things, but today was an exception. They had all the time for themselves on their favorite playground, despite having a literal playground in the closet.

Blake stood up, only to get swept off her feet again. This time, Yang dropped her eraser and caught the black-haired Faunus in the middle of the air. Lifting her up over her blonde head, Yang squeaked in bliss as she spun around in place. After spinning for a bit, she lost her balance and fell over, dropping Blake on a tiny Weiss who had been drawing an intensely hyper-realistic Zwei on a piece of paper with a pencil bigger than herself.

Thanks to Yang, Zwei suddenly gained an eyebrow much thicker than his other one. Fury pulsed in the tiny Schnee's veins as her eyebrows furrowed and her cheeks puffed out like an angered hamster.

Her fists balled, Weiss leapt on Yang as she proceeded to latch onto the blonde with all the strength she had. Yang initially shrunk in fear as she prepared for some sort of smackdown.

A moment of silence passed as she realized that Weiss did not intend on punching her.

This seemed to trigger some sort of confidence boost in the small brawler. A few seconds later, after staring at Weiss with wide, unsure eyes, she grinned and stood up. Weiss remained latched onto Yang's head as the blonde began walking.

…

When Yang showed no intention of stopping and started running on the table, Weiss's eyes watered as she looked around. She felt a bit scared of letting go of Yang, especially when the blonde picked up so much speed.

"R…Ruuuuuubyyyy!" Weiss cried out in desperation, her squeaks high-pitched as ever. "Blaaaaaaaaake! H…Haaaaaaaaaalp! Wahhh!"

Neither Ruby nor Blake helped the helpless snow angel. Ruby engaged Pyrrha in a sparring match (of Tic-Tac-Toe) while Blake had decided to take a good hard look at the drawing Weiss had been drawing earlier. The Faunus seemed to be fascinated by how thick one of Zwei's eyebrows turned out to be on the dog.

A cry for help caught Nora's attention. At the moment, the young Valkyrie had been riding on Jaune's shoulders as the boy did squats to improve his leg's strength. The cries of a maiden were more valuable to her than serving as a barbell for the leader of JNPR, however!

So she launched herself off of Jaune, sending the boy tumbling backwards across the table as she leapt towards Yang. She slammed into Yang like a cannonball, instantly ending the hyperactive blonde's spinning spree.

Weiss fell off the table.

By the time the snow angel climbed back up, Weiss found the leader of RWBY playing Tic-Tac-Toe with Pyrrha. If there was one thing Ruby could potentially beat Pyrrha in, it was a game of ten percent luck, fifteen percent skill, and one hundred percent concentrated power of will.

Nobody could beat Ruby at being obnoxiously happy whenever a victory of any kind was handed to her, too.

A chaotic day went on as Blake went over to Jaune to check if he was still alive. The blond boy twitched as he curled into a fetal position, massaging his own shoulders as if to comfort himself from Nora's raw power.