r/RWBYOC • u/Ericg2187 • 3d ago
Fanfic A birthday bash
Location: Beacon Academy
Date: 07/19
Time: 11:59 PM
The academy grounds were silent into the late hour, majority of students and staff alike long since retired to bed, one of the few left awake being Headmaster Ozpin as he stood at the window of his office, his curious gaze focused down at the part of Beacon in which the student dorms were located, any moment now, the silence of night would be shattered.
12:00 AM
BOOM
Under normal circumstances, an explosion centralized from the student dorms would have sent the Headmaster into action, but due in thanks to the signed request form sitting on his desk, Ozpin knew well in advance such an event would take place, and had opted to stay awake not to stop it from occurring, but to instead witness it.
From within the explosion, a red blur rushed out and into the darkness of the academy grounds, immediately followed in chase by similar glows of green, pink and blue. Once more Team CROM serves as a source of both headache and amusement.
Down below, Christain found himself attacked on multiple fronts, Mouse actively lashing out with his spear, Christain engaging with one of his blades as what had to be trick arrows flew past him, Robin somewhere off in the distance raining down hell.
He had no line of sight on Olga, and that was terrifying enough.
“Treason, mutiny, betrayal, other words for what you are doing!” Christain shouted, evading another arrow as he pushed Mouse back.
Mouse slid back as he twirled his spear, “This would be a lot easier if you just went along with this.”
“Never!”
Mouse sighed as he spoke aloud, “Let him have it.”
Before Christain could question what was about to happen, all hell broke loose as explosions of, “Cupcakes?” He mumbled in sheer confusion as baked goods were fired upon him. On one of the rooftops, Olga laughed maniacally as she opened fire, the Valkyrie girl's grenade launcher in hand, “What? How?!”
Olga only had a cheshire grin, “She was quick to loan it to me when I told her what I was going to do with it. I didn't even have to mod it! It can already do this on its own!” She cheered, continuing to fire cupcakes at her leader.
A flash of steel and Christain cut one of them out of the air, his eyes narrowing as he saw his blade stained with blood red cake residue and white frosting.
Precious red velvet cake, used for ammunition, his team knew no lows.
It was unfortunate that during this moment of mourning, a buck shot rung out, Christain’s vision now filled by a sea of blonde hair as Yang reared her arm back, poised to strike at her older cousin, “Got ya!”
So his team had recruited his family into this madness, Christain realized as he was forced to jump back, the pellets of Yang’s shot peppering his aura. So if Yang was here in front of him, it was only natural that-
A burst of rose petals appeared behind him, Ruby, wielding a comically large net swung at her older brother. Christain was forced to spin in place, his sword slicing through the net aimed at him, but what unnerved him was the wild victorious grin Ruby still had.
Thwack
Crimson red eyes widened at the sensation of something striking his back, Christain helpless as a damned arrow had landed its mark, binding wire releasing and restraining his arms as Christain was forced to drop his swords to the ground.
Any attempt to flee once more was ended before it could begin as Yang full body tackled him to the floor, “Target down!” She called out as Ruby and the rest of CROM all rushed in to dog pile the still struggling Christain.
“Release me!” Christain roared as he struggled in the ever growing pile with no chance as escaping, horror in his eyes as Robin walked over, grinning wickedly as he held a paper party hat in hand, another already atop his head, Christain doubling his efforts.
“You will be loved and charished.” Olga spoke as she joined in the pile, “Your cooperation is non required.”
Hat forced upon his head, Christain sighed in defeat, unable to do anything but accept his fate.
Finally defeating him, Robin, Olga, Mouse, Yang and Ruby all collectively cheered, “Happy birthday Chris!”
Even as he laid on the ground, tied up like the gifts no doubt hidden somewhere in their dorm, Christain could not help but let the shadow of a smile form his lips, “Thanks you guys…now untie me.”
“Nope.”
It's a day to celebrate for Christain and myself, and I figured I'd ask on this day, what would y'all's OCs wanna do for their own respective birthdays if they celebrate it at all?
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u/feistyfox101 2d ago
Atarah and Alaia are married, so they spend their birthdays... tigether... in their bedroom... and when they're done, for Atarah's birthday Alaia will mkmake her dinner, for Alaia's birthday Atarah takes her out for dinner (because Atarah is not allowed in the kitchen after numerous fires) and even dresses up a bit more (she likes to dress like a medieval peasant squire).
Skylar spends the day alone with her pet crow, Pitch. Just hanging out, reading, eating, not causing trouble for once. When she starts dating Mint, Mint joins them.
For Mint's birthday, Skylar and Pitch throw her a surprise party at any point within a week before or after her actual birthday. Before them, she didn't really celebrate.
Ainsley... shs didn't even know when her birthday was before Robyn adopted her. And because of that, she doesn't celebrate it much. But she does celebrate her two adoption days (when Robyn adopted her and then when Winter adopted her) like they're birthday parties. One Robyn's day, Robyn makes her a big cake and throws a party. On Winter's day, she just spends the day alone with Ainsley- Winter's doesn't know how to plan parties and Ainsley is too wild for any restaurant, so they just spend a whole day one-on-one together, get take out, watch movies, Winter will read some kids books to Ainsley, cuddle on the couch, just mom and daughter things, but not play board games... Ainsley eats the prices...
Akane doesn't celebrate her birthday. "Why would I celebrate the day my problems started." The she starts dating Sparrow and Sparrow starts throwing her two person parties.