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Beacon Academy
It was a bright and sunny Saturday afternoon at Beacon Academy, the Huntsmen academy of the City of Vale and one of the most prestigious Huntsmen academies in Remnant.
As it was the weekend, the students and the staff were enjoying their day, making most of their time as possible. Especially after what had occurred a few days ago.
A couple of days ago, there had been reports of activity from the White Fang within the abandoned ruins of Mountain Glenn. Team RWBY, having prior experience with the White Fang despite their young ages (if only because they keep getting dragged into their activities), were sent to investigate. During the event, they discovered that the terrorist group and notorious criminal Roman Torchwick and planted explosives in the mountain and detonated them, unleashing the Grimm inside and leading to a small invasion of Vale.
Thankfully, the Grimm were defeated and Torchwick was captured, although a majority of the White Fang escaped during the chaos. Not only that, but the Council of Vale blamed Beacon’s Headmaster Ozpin for the lack of security, and so they shifted all security for the upcoming Vytal Festival to Atlasian General James Ironwood and his army, much to Ozpin’s protests that the festival should be postponed until they were certain another incident would not happen again.
Of course, with the Vytal Festival soon to occur, many prospective Hunters were all training hard for the tournament. At the same time, those responsible for the Breach were planning their next move.
And outside the veil of the universe, in the primordial gap that exists between all worlds, a watcher was preparing his theatre for his soon to be arriving guests.
“All right, everything is prepared. The projector? All set up. The audio player? Working properly. The seatings? All organised. The food and drink? Put out ready to serve,” the entity noted. “All that’s left now is to gather the guests.”
The figure then disappeared as he reappeared in the dorm of a certain group of Huntresses.
“Who are you?!” the blonde brawler Yang Xiao Long demanded, her normally lilac eyes turning crimson as she glared at the sudden guest.
“Me? I’m just a watcher, and you are all invited to my theatre,” the entity answered before he snapped his fingers, and the four girls disappeared in a flash.
The watcher turned and saw Zwei whimpering in the corner, so he decided to warp him to the theatre so he would not be alone.
He departed to Team JNPR’s dorm, startling the four. “Who are you?! Are you a god?!” the wild, orange-haired Nora Valkyrie demanded while her teammates just looked at her, bewildered at her question.
“No, but the difference is rather small,” the watcher answered. “Anyway, you have been invited to my theatre. And no, there isn’t a choice in the matter.” the entity snapped his fingers again and they disappeared.
He then appeared in the Headmaster’s Office, where Ozpin, Glynda Goodwitch, and James Ironwood were discussing about the security to be put in place at the Vytal Festival.
When they saw their new arrival, they all stood up and got into offensive positions.
“And who might you be?” Ozpin asked cautiously.
“I am a watcher of the multiverse, and you have been invited to observe another world to learn more about yourselves,” the watcher answered in a cordial tone.
“And I suppose you won’t take no for an answer?” the Headmaster of Beacon guessed.
“You guessed correctly,” the entity responded as he snapped his fingers, and they disappeared. He then sighed. “I should speed this up, otherwise I’ll be at this all day.”
He then snapped his fingers and suddenly, people across Remnant disappeared in flashes of light.
At Beacon, second-year Team CFVY, Mistralian teams SSSN and CMNE, and Professor Port and Dr. Oobleck disappeared.
Within his prison aboard an Atlasian airship, Roman Torchwick disappeared.
In his house on the small island of Patch, Taiyang Xiao Long disappeared.
Within their hidden base, Adam Taurus disappeared.
At a bar in Mistral, Qrow Branwen disappeared.
From within her camp, Raven Branwen disappeared.
From their base, Sienna Khan and Ilia Amitola disappeared.
From their home in Menagerie, Ghira and Kali Belladonna disappeared.
In the city of Atlas, the Schnees, Penny Polendina, and the Ace-Ops disappeared.
And finally, in the dark castle of Evernight, Salem and her followers disappeared.
The Theatre
As everyone regained their faculties from the sudden teleportation, and due to volatile differences between them, arguments began to erupt.
“OZPIN!” Hazel Rainart roared as he caught sight of the man he hated with every fibre of his being.
“Schnees!” Adam Taurus hissed with cold fury at the presence of the ones who oppressed many of his kin.
"Blake!" Ghira and Kali cried at the sight of their daughter.
"Mom! Dad!" Blake shouted in shock at seeing her parents.
“Torchwick!” Ruby Rose growled at the thief, who merely smirked at the young girl.
"Little Red," Torchwick greeted.
“Nora!” Nora Valkyrie shouted, not wanting to be left out.
“Did you some hand in this, Ozpin?” Salem questioned as she gazed at her former lover, to which he responded, “I am not responsible for this, Salem.”
Thankfully, the watcher arrived and put a stop to the disaster that would have erupted. “SILENCE!” he roared, and everyone stopped and turned to look at him. “Thank you. Now that I have your attention, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Nightout, and I am what is known as a watcher. My purpose is to observe the many worlds of the multiverse.”
“The multiverse is real!” Penny gasped. “My father had theorised the possibility of it but was never sure!”
Arthur Watts also looked surprised but intrigued as well.
“It is real, Ms. Polendina,” the watcher affirmed. “I have brought you all here to observe one such alternate world.”
“And why would you do that?” Winter questioned suspiciously.
“While I don’t deny part of it is for my curiosity to see your reactions,” Nightout admitted, “another reason is so that you can learn from what I show you so you can become better.” Winter gazed at him for a moment before looking at Ironwood. At his nodding gesture she relaxed, as did the Ace-Ops.
“Wait, but what about our friends and loved ones?! Won’t they panic once they notice we’re missing?!” a panicked Jaune questioned.
“Oh, I would not worry. Time does not flow in this place, and when you leave it will be right when you left it,” Nightout assured, making the audience sigh in relief.
“Now if there are any other questions, speak now.” When no one spoke up, the watcher nodded, “Very well, then we shall begin. Food and drinks will be provided, and breaks will occur after each viewing,” Nightout informed them. “Also, I will only say this once, but there is to be no fighting in the theatre, or you will be punished.” Everyone acknowledged the warning (even if some – Tyrian – didn’t like it).
As everyone settled down in their seats. The students were settled in the centre, with the teachers and other adults to the right, and the villains to the left.
“Now, let the show begin.”
The screen then lit up as the movie started.