Ron’s Journey Through Remnant

As Ron took the sharks back with Maple back to Team GRAM dorm, Team RWBY was asking Ruby about the meeting with Ozpin, and Yang also showed her the package that their dad sent.

As Ron walked into Team GRAM's dorm, his eyes fell on Adrian, sitting casually with a mug in hand, sipping quietly. Something was off. The air had a strange, familiar scent—a mixture of sweet strawberries and something artificial. Ron's instincts kicked in. Without a word, he reached into his coat, pulled out a gleaming knife, and with precision, threw it straight at Adrian's head.

The blade sunk deep. Adrian's body slumped lifelessly onto the floor, the mug falling from his grip. Maple, who had followed Ron back into the dorm with the baby sharks, froze, her face paling in horror. Her heart pounded at the sudden violence, unable to process what just happened.

Ron strode forward, calm and deliberate, as if this were an everyday occurrence. He kneeled next to the body, pulled the knife from Adrian's head with a sickening squelch, and examined the crimson-stained blade. His gaze turned cold, and then, in a bizarre twist, he brought the knife to his lips and tasted the blood.

[Ron]: Strawberry cake...

Maple stood speechless, her hands trembling slightly as the baby sharks wriggled in her arms. Her voice faltered, still reeling from the shock.

[Maple]: Ron, w-what just happened...?

Ron glanced back at her, completely unbothered, his expression almost relaxed as he twirled the knife in his hand.

[Ron]: This was a cake, Maple. Strawberry cake. A life-sized, human-shaped cake.

Maple's mouth hung open, her mind struggling to keep up with his words. A cake? That wasn't possible…right?

Before she could respond, a rustling noise caught their attention. From beneath the bunk bed, a tied-up and gagged Adrian crawled out, his eyes wide with panic, his clothes disheveled, and his face a mix of exasperation and exhaustion.

Maple gasped in shock, her hand flying to her mouth. The real Adrian had been under the bed the whole time!

Ron stared down at the bound Adrian, his expression turning from mild confusion to annoyed realization. He sighed heavily and looked back at Maple.

[Ron]: Damn. First, the coffee machine came to life, and now even the human-sized cakes I cook are getting ideas. It's getting out of hand.

Maple, still processing the sight of two Adrians—one real, the other a disturbingly accurate cake replica—stood there, utterly baffled by what her life had become.

[Maple]: Ron...you cooked a human-sized cake?

Ron shrugged, wiping the knife on his sleeve as he glanced at the fake Adrian's 'corpse.'

[Ron]: Seemed like a fun experiment then.

He turned and began untying the real Adrian, who was shaking his head in disbelief. Maple sighed heavily, muttering under her breath as she picked up one of the baby sharks, which was now nibbling on a piece of leftover cake.

[Maple]: This dorm is insane...

The baby shark purred happily in her arms, oblivious to the chaos unfolding around them.

Ron bent down, inspecting the "Adrian" cake that had now fallen apart, revealing layers of what looked like sponge cake and strawberry filling. He glanced at Adrian, who was still making muffled noises under his gag. With a quick flick of his knife, Ron cut the bindings.

[Adrian]: You stabbed a cake that looked like me?!

[Ron]: Yeah. It was bleeding strawberry jam. Definitely your fault for leaving this thing alive in the first place.

Maple took a cautious step forward, still visibly shaken by the whole ordeal.

[Maple]: I can't believe it was a cake...

Ron grinned, wiping the jam from his knife.

[Ron]: Well, now that the cake is dealt with, anyone up for some real dessert?

Adrian groaned, rubbing his wrists.

[Adrian]: You're going to give me nightmares.

[Sometime later]

As Gaster entered the dorm, his usual smile faded into shock as he took in the bizarre scene before him. Maple stood there cradling a baby shark, and the rest of the small sharks were munching away at what appeared to be… another Adrian. Meanwhile, the real Adrian, looking disheveled and clearly traumatized, was sitting at the kitchen table, stuffing his face with food in what could only be described as a stress-eating session.

Gaster instinctively reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a small bottle of pills that Ozpin had given him for situations just like this. He was about to pop one into his mouth when Ron, wiping cake crumbs from his hands, quickly stepped in to explain.

[Ron]: No need for that, Gaster. It's... all under control.

Gaster lowered the pill, eyeing the situation with skepticism. He knew better than to take Ron's word at face value.

[Gaster]: This... is 'under control'?

Ron smirked as he sat back, crossing his arms.

[Ron]: Sort of. You're looking at the aftermath of an experiment... semi-right. The cake Adrian is just a dessert. The real one is here, eating to recover from the shock of being tied up for a while or maybe from watching a cake clone being eaten by cute sharks.

Adrian, still shaken, continued nibbling on a piece of cake, his eyes glazed over. His traumatized expression indicated he hadn't quite processed what had just happened. He paused between bites and muttered under his breath.

[Adrian]: Why did it taste so good…?

Gaster, momentarily dumbfounded, raised an eyebrow. He turned to Ron with a hint of disbelief.

[Gaster]: Please don't tell me you've made more of these... cake replicas.

Ron casually leaned against the kitchen counter, a small, satisfied grin tugging at his lips.

[Ron]: Oh, I made more. Twenty, to be exact. You know, people like Team RWBY, JNPR, GRAM... even Ozpin himself. It was just a fun side project.

Maple's eyes widened in horror as she turned toward Ron.

[Maple]: Wait—you made cake replicas of all of us?

Ron nodded, clearly unbothered by the implications.

[Ron]: Yep. And, if you're curious, they're not just for eating. The design's pretty accurate down to the smallest detail. You could call it... culinary art.

Gaster shook his head, still processing the madness. He chuckled darkly, looking at Ron with a mix of admiration and exasperation.

[Gaster]: You truly never cease to amaze me. First the rogue coffee machine, now this.

Adrian finally spoke up, his voice weak.

[Adrian]: Please... no more experiments. I've had enough trauma for one day.

The baby sharks, now finished with their feast, began waddling around the room, their little tails wagging as they explored their new environment. One shark even nudged Maple's foot playfully, while another sniffed at Gaster's shoes.

Gaster sighed deeply, rubbing his temples and pocketing the pill once more. The chaos of the dorm seemed to follow them wherever they went, but he couldn't deny that it made life... interesting.

[Ron]: Well, let's not get too distracted by all this. We've got work today, remember?

Before anyone could respond, the loud voice of the school announcer boomed through the dorm.

[Announcer]: Would all first-year students please report to the amphitheater immediately?

Ron shot Gaster a knowing glance.

[Ron]: Told you. Now, let's go. I already put the sharks' food under the bed.

Adrian, still shaken from his cake doppelgänger experience, gave Ron a horrified look.

[Adrian]: You just dragged the lower half of the cake under there, Ron. I'm going to have nightmares about that. Literal cake-induced nightmares.

Ron smirked while Gaster, unfazed by the banter, took a long, measured breath, trying to ground himself amidst the absurdity.

[Gaster]: Ron, pack up something useful in a bag. We don't know what's coming, and we may need some... extra tools. Let's get to the amphitheater and try to salvage what's left of this morning.

Ron quickly grabbed a small bag and began stuffing it with some of his usual gear: a few tools, spare dust vials, and—of course—emergency snacks. As they prepared to leave, Ron casually added a tiny piece of the shark cake to the bag.

[Ron]: For later.

Gaster noticed but decided not to comment. He had bigger things to worry about. He gave Maple and Adrian a quick nod, and the four of them exited the dorm, leaving behind the aftermath of shark chaos and cake carnage.

[Short story: Gaster meet Gaster]

As Gaster stumbled through the dream, his surroundings shifted in ways he couldn't explain. It was a familiar, yet distorted place—the Core, but not quite. He kept walking, his steps echoing in the emptiness, before nearly jumping out of his skin when he saw his own reflection in a mirror that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

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[Gaster]: "F$$$#%$##$^$%%^$#^%$#$%^#$^$@$%^&#@$%^$#$%%^$^! Good thing Maple isn't here. F#$%^&! I almost had a heart attack."*

He stared at his reflection, with his wings flickering behind him. He wasn't used to seeing himself like this—like a twisted version of the skeleton he once was. Shaking his head, Gaster muttered to himself and kept moving forward, hoping the dream would make more sense soon. As he walked deeper into the white, seemingly infinite space, the disorienting atmosphere gnawed at his nerves.

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the void, startling him.

[???]: "Ah, another one joins the club. And what do we have here? A winged version of me, with a bit of a temper. Interesting."

[Gaster]: Who's there? Show yourself!

A figure slowly stepped forward, materializing from the nothingness. It was... him. But different. This Gaster had a more weathered look, dark circles under his eyes, and a sharp, unsettling grin. His lab coat was tattered, and his hands were stained with what looked like oil—or something darker.

[Other Gaster]: Oh, relax, you're in a dream. Or maybe I'm the dream? Depends on how you look at it. Either way, you're in my territory now.

Gaster's wings twitched as he instinctively raised his guard, his red and black auras subtly flaring around his hands.

[Gaster]: Who the hell are you? Some kind of reflection? Or another experiment gone wrong?

The other Gaster chuckled, a deep, almost maniacal sound. He pointed at Gaster with a skeletal finger, his grin widening.

[Other Gaster]: Oh, I'm no reflection, pal. I'm you. Well, sort of. Let's just say I'm one version of you. There are many of us, scattered across different worlds, each with our own quirks. Some are broken, some are insane, and some... well, some just like to watch the chaos unfold.

As he said that many versions of Gaster of all kinds appeared from behind him

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[Chapter end]