Ron’s Journey Through Remnant

[New Dust and Problem]

Gaster stood triumphantly with the vial of "Coffee Dust" in his hand, having just sniffed every last particle of it with a satisfied sigh. Before him, Ozpin's mug shattered on the floor, and General Ironwood stared, wide-eyed, at the bizarre scene.

[Ozpin]: You... created a new kind of Dust? And then just—sniffed it all?

He was visibly in shock, but before Ozpin could fully process the madness of it, Gaster casually apologized.

[Gaster]: Sorry about that. We seem to have a problem with our coffee mechanic.

[Ozpin]: Wait, the same one that flew and attacked people last time?

He looked over at Ironwood, who raised an eyebrow, still processing what he'd just seen.

[Gaster]: No, no... this time, it's worse.

Gaster's tone became more serious, though his nonchalant delivery remained.

[Gaster]: Ron apparently installed an AI inside the coffee machine. It somehow gained a soul, unlocked its Aura, and now it's gone rogue. It escaped from the dorm.

There was a moment of silence as both Ozpin and Ironwood tried to comprehend what they had just heard.

[Ironwood]: ... The coffee machine gained a soul?

[Ozpin]: And Aura?

Gaster shrugged, looking mildly exasperated as if this was just another day in the world of Team GRAM.

[Gaster]: Yeah, and it's probably brewing chaos somewhere. Literally.

He let out a sigh.

[Gaster]: It burned Adrian when he tried to stop it, broke our window, and—worst of all—stole all of our coffee.

[Ozpin]: Stole... your coffee?

Ozpin pinched the bridge of his nose, not sure if this was something to laugh at or be genuinely concerned about.

[Ironwood]: You're telling me a sentient coffee machine with Aura is loose in the academy, stealing coffee and causing destruction?

[Gaster]: Pretty much.

Ozpin shook his head slowly.

[Ozpin]: I never thought I'd say this, but... we might need to call in reinforcements for a rogue coffee machine.

Just as they were talking a flying Coffee machine broke the windows in Ozpin's office and stole his and the General and Gaster's coffee mugs and escaped, the three sat silent trying to understand what had happened. 

[Ozpin]: Is today Tuesday, General?

Ironwood checked his scroll and nodded, still processing what had just happened.

[Ozpin]: Well, that explains a lot. Tuesdays are always strange. He sighed deeply. Now, Gaster, about that negative emotions extractor you were mentioning...

Gaster shook his head, still watching where the rogue coffee machine had disappeared.

[Gaster]: Right. The negative emotion extractor. It's a device I've been working on to siphon off emotional energy—like fear, anger, and despair—from anyone nearby and convert it into raw power. The idea is to prevent Grimm from being attracted to us in battle, but…

He trailed off, clearly distracted by the flying coffee machine's escape.

[Ironwood]: Let me guess—does this extractor also have a chance of developing Aura and rebelling against its creator?

As soon as Ironwood finished his sarcastic remark, a strange, wiry machine crashed through the office-only window that was unharmed, whirring loudly as it latched onto their emotional states. In an instant, it siphoned off their emotions—leaving them feeling numb and strangely calm—before darting back out, disappearing as quickly as it came.

Everyone sat in stunned silence.

[Gaster]: I don't need to say anything, do I?

Ozpin, rubbing his forehead in exasperation, sighed deeply.

[Ozpin]: No, Gaster, I think the machine spoke for itself.

[Ironwood]: You've really got to stop giving your creations free will, Gaster.

Gaster simply nodded, realizing his experiment might be a bit more "out of control" than he anticipated.

[Gaster]: I'll… go track it down. Again.

2 - [The Shedding part two]

As Adrian lunged at Gaster with his sword, the room shifted into chaos. Gaster's Bone Helpers, summoned in a flash of red and black energy, stepped forward to shield their master. The skeletal figures, dressed in lab coats and armor, formed a protective line in front of Gaster, blocking Adrian's strike with eerie precision.

[Adrian]: "Move, bones! I won't let you defend him!" he growled, pushing harder against the glowing bones.

Before Adrian could break through, Teams RWBY, JNPR, and Maple entered the fray. The sound of clashing weapons and shouts filled the air as they all rushed forward to aid Adrian, believing something had gone terribly wrong.

Gaster, his face twisted with frustration, gave a quick glance at his Bone Helpers. They stood firm, holding off the relentless attacks from his former allies. But in their hollow eyes, Gaster saw the flicker of loyalty—they were willing to sacrifice themselves for him.

[Gaster]: Fools. They're throwing their lives away for me.

The Bone Helpers began to fall, one by one, as the onslaught intensified. Gaster made his move. He darted towards the exit of the dorm, summoning his flying hands and glowing Blasters. As he made his escape, he fired a barrage of energy blasts toward his pursuers. Dust and debris filled the air as the walls and floor shook under the impact of the attacks.

Behind him, the last of his Bone Helpers shattered into pieces, collapsing under the weight of the battle. Adrian, fueled by a growing rage, leaped through the wreckage, leading the charge against Gaster. His eyes narrowed with determination.

[Adrian]: He's getting away! After him!

Gaster, glancing back, saw Yang sprinting toward Maple. With one swift motion, she scooped her up and hurled her with incredible strength directly at him.

[Yang]: Maple! Hit him hard!

Maple, mid-air and ready to strike, braced herself. The impact was like a wrecking ball—she slammed into Gaster's chest, sending him crashing backward through the wall of the dorm. The two burst into a classroom full of startled students, who gasped in shock at the sight of the scary, smiling skeleton tumbling into their midst.

Gaster groaned, dusting off the remnants of the wall as he stood, trying to regain his footing. The students stared in silence, unsure whether to be terrified or amused by the bizarre scene unfolding before them.

[Adrian]: Comrades! Arm yourselves! That thing has killed Gaster! It's dangerous and could attack again!

The students, confused and panicked, began to scramble for cover. Some grabbed makeshift weapons.

Gaster wiped a smudge of dust from his lab coat and smirked grimly. He wasn't dead, but the thought of being mistaken for his own murderer was amusing, in a twisted way. He turned to face Maple, who had already gotten back to her feet, ready for another strike.

A twisted smile crept across Gaster's face, a rare flicker of true madness dancing in his hollow eyes. This wasn't just a scuffle anymore—it was becoming a battle of life and death. And why not? Gaster thought bitterly. Why not let it all out? The anger, the stress, the years of pent-up frustration and madness.

He cracked his knuckles, summoning his flying hands and Blasters with a snap of his fingers. The room seemed to hum with tension as the energy in the air crackled with the charge of his Blasters.

[Gaster]: Well, if we're doing this, let's do it right.

[Chapter end]