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(GMR) CHAPTER SIXTEEN: THE REVEAL
🕑 Added 2025-07-01 08:59:50 +0000 UTCA voice broke the silence at last, soft, trembling, and achingly familiar. “You’re not like the Butcher.” Greg’s head snapped up, eyes dart
A voice broke the silence at last, soft, trembling, and achingly familiar.
"You're not like the Butcher."
Greg's head snapped up, eyes darting around the empty living room. "Ruby?" he whispered, hope blooming in his chest so fast it hurt.
Another voice followed, colder but no less empathetic. "We're here. We're just… sorry." Weiss.
A third, slightly detached, joined them. "We should've thought about this sooner." Blake.
And then Yang's voice, loud and fierce: "We've been with you, Greg. With you. Don't you dare start thinking we were the enemy all along."
Greg choked on a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and his eyes burned as relief crashed over him.
"Then what are you?" he asked, voice trembling. "I mean, really?"
A long, weighted silence followed. Then Ruby spoke again, her voice soft, but carrying a note of old pain. "We… from a world called Remnant."
Greg blinked. "Remnant?" The name was familiar, but for the life of him, he couldn't pinpoint why.
"It's our home," Weiss said, her voice tight with restrained emotion. "A world filled with monsters called Grimm, ruled by fractured kingdoms, and kept safe by Hunters and Huntresses like us."
"We use Aura," Blake added gently, "a manifestation of soul. And Dust, an energy source that powers everything from weapons to entire cities."
"It wasn't just monsters," Yang said, voice darker now. "There were people too. Power-hungry, dangerous ones. Like Cinder. During a fight in an evacuation zone, we were overwhelmed by her."
"We fell," Ruby whispered. "Into the void. I don't know how long we were there, but it was lonely and felt like forever. And then…"
"You ended up here with me," Greg finished, voice barely audible.
There was another pause, strained this time.
"Not by choice," Weiss eventually broke the silence. "Something pulled us. Maybe it was your trigger event. Maybe something in the void recognized you, recognized your need. But when your life was on the line, Greg, when you reached out for help…"
"We reached back," Ruby said.
Greg closed his eyes, his mind reeling. He tried to imagine it: four warriors falling endlessly through a dark nothing, torn from their world, only to awaken in the head of some scared, desperate teenager in another dimension.
He leaned forward, hands shaking. "So you're… what? Souls? Ghosts?"
"We don't know," Ruby admitted, faintly rueful. "Maybe. We're still us, but not completely. It's… complicated."
Yang's voice was firm again. "And until we find a way home, if that's even possible, we're okay being here. With you."
"For as long as you'll have us," Ruby added.
Greg wiped his eyes, a short, shaky, and disbelieving laugh escaping him. "That's insane," he said, voice trembling. "Do you know how insane that sounds?"
"Welcome to our lives," Blake said dryly.
"But Greg," Weiss cut in, voice turning grave, "now that you know, you have to understand something. We're a part of you now. Our powers, our memories, and our very being are tied to you. And that connection can go both ways."
Greg let out a shaky breath, his chest tightening painfully. "You mean I can… assimilate you? Like… like the Butcher?"
"Or worse," Ruby whispered, voice trembling. "The longer we stay within you, we could all merge into one being different from each of us. Someone, or something, none of us recognize."
He pressed both hands to his face, fingers trembling, and thoughts spiralling. It was worse than he'd thought. Worse than being another Butcher. At least the Butcher was just one monster; if they merged, it wouldn't be him or them, but something new. Someone made of pieces of five different minds.
"That's… that's a horrific nightmare."
Heavy and suffocating silence hung between them, until Yang's voice cut through like a flare in the dark. "Hey! No giving up, got it? We didn't survive all that we did just to give in now."
"Greg," Blake followed gently, "we're not saying it will happen. Just that it could. Which means we need to be aware and be careful as we prepare for it."
"We've been with you this long without losing ourselves," Weiss said. "That has to count for something."
"And we believe in you," Ruby said, voice brightening just a little with conviction. "We chose to fight alongside you, not to take over."
"Not that we could, even if we wanted to," Weiss added hastily.
Greg exhaled, leaning against the door, and letting the tension in his chest ease just enough for him to breathe. He pressed a hand to his heart, feeling the faint warmth there, the quiet sense that he wasn't truly alone.
"Then we'll make sure it doesn't happen," he said with a nod, his growing resolve steadily hardening his voice. "We'll fight it. Together."
Yang let out a whoop. "That's the spirit!"
Ruby giggled. "We'll figure this out, Greg."
"And as long as we remind each other who we are… none of us will disappear," Blake said.
Greg managed a small, determined smile through that last of his tears. "Right. We can do this."
And with that, hope began to push back the darkness once more.
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