6 Slumber Party - Volume: 1

Beacon: The Hall

Bell's POV

I had just left the locker room, now sporting a black spider-themed onesie, I made my way to the sleeping area. As I approached the door, someone suddenly bumped into me and landed on the floor. I bent down and extended a hand to help the person up, only to see that it was Jaune.

"You alright?" I asked, making sure he was okay.

Jaune scrambled back to his feet and replied, "Uh, yeah, I'm just a little lost. This place is big, and it's easy to get turned around."

I understood him and introduced myself with a handshake. "Bell, by the way."

Jaune shook my hand and said, "Jaune, short, sweet, rolls off the tongue. Ladies love it."

I nodded. "Yeah, it's a memorable name. Well, the sleeping area is through this door. We'd better get some rest."

Jaune concurred. "Yeah, uh, let's do that..."

Together, we entered the ballroom where everyone was getting ready for bed. Some of the women in the room seemed to anticipate more shirtless guys entering, only to be met with the sight of Jaune and me in our onesies. We made our way over to an open spot in the ballroom to sleep and chose a location right next to Pyrrha.

I turned to Pyrrha and asked, "Hello, is this spot taken?" Pyrrha, with her niceness, replied, "Oh no, go ahead."

Jaune and I settled into our sleeping spots. Jaune quickly got into his sleeping bag and dozed off. I noticed Pyrrha still looking at me and decided to engage her in conversation.

"Hello, do you need anything?" I asked.

Startled, Pyrrha jumped slightly and seemed a bit embarrassed to have been caught staring. "Oh, uh, sorry for staring. It's just... I'm wondering where you got that onesie. It seems comfy, and I'd like to get one for myself," she admitted.

I offered what information I could remember. "I'm not sure where to get one. It was a gift, but I think the brand was 'Grimmsies.'"

Pyrrha jotted down the information and introduced herself. "Thank you. Also, Pyrrha Nikos. Nice to meet you," she said.

I returned the introduction. "Names Bell," I responded.

Curious, Pyrrha continued the conversation. "So, Bell, where are you from?"

"I'm from Mistral," I told her.

Pyrrha seemed intrigued. "I've never seen you at Sanctum Academy," she noted.

I explained, "My mom taught me how to fight, good enough to get into Beacon."

Impressed, Pyrrha commented, "You must be a great fighter."

I answered confidently, "Yup, and I could win against you any day."

Challenged by my statement, Pyrrha proposed a friendly competition. "Really? Let's see about that, Bell. How about if we both make it to Beacon, and we're paired against each other in a sparring match. The winner gets to decide the loser's fate."

I accepted the challenge. "Oh, you're on," I said as we shook hands.

After a while, the lights were turned off, and everyone settled into sleep. However, I found it difficult to fall asleep myself.

After being restless, I decided to tire myself out, I decided to explore Beacon. I got up from my sleeping bag and, with stealthy movements, silently jumped onto the wall. Crawling onto the ceiling, I found my way into a ventilation shaft. After some time, I reached an opening that led to the grand hall, where I continued to traverse the ceiling and walls.

As I moved, I suddenly heard footsteps approaching. Turning my head to look up, I spotted Ms. Goodwitch walking below. Intrigued, I decided to follow the disciplinarian. She entered a different office, picked up some paperwork, and then made her way to an elevator.

I followed suit and entered the same elevator, this time positioning myself on the ceiling. While waiting in the elevator, I glanced at the documents Ms. Goodwitch was carrying. They appeared to be standard student and teacher schedules, nothing out of the ordinary. When the elevator finally dinged, Ms. Goodwitch stepped out, and I stealthily followed, crawling onto the room's ceiling. It was then that I realized I was in Ozpin's office.

I found a shadowy spot in the corner of the ceiling and silently observed there as Ms. Goodwitch placed the documents on Ozpin's desk, starting a conversation between them.

"The students seem well, except for the two students who almost got into a fight on their first day," Ms. Goodwitch said disapprovingly.

Ozpin put his coffee down and replied, "Ah, yes, Mr. Blauvelt and Mr. Branwen. They almost did cause a scene on their first day. Luckily, Ms. Rose de-escalated the situation." He took a sip of his coffee.

"I hope Mr. Branwen isn't like Raven in any way, and I hope Mr. Blauvelt does fix his attitude towards others," Glynda said, thinking about how she has to deal with them during their time at Beacon. "Anyways, I think I'll head to bed. Goodnight, Ozpin," she added before exiting through the elevator.

Once she was gone, Ozpin spoke up. "You can come out now, Mr. Branwen."

I was taken aback by the fact that he knew I was there, but I couldn't hide any longer. I jumped down and landed in the center of his office. Ozpin calmly looked at me.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked.

"My office is heavily equipped with the best security systems," Ozpin replied.

I made a mental note of that and accepted his offer when he extended his hand and offered me a seat. As I took the seat, Ozpin questioned, "So, Mr. Branwen, how is your stay at Beacon?"

"Alright, but please don't call me Mr. Branwen. I don't want people to know I was a bandit," I requested.

Ozpin considered my request and then asked, "Then if not Branwen, what should I call you?"

"How about Parker?" I suggested.

Ozpin sat up straight, leaning forward as he locked eyes with me. "You... have silver eyes, Mr. Parker," he observed.

"I do. And you are very old."

Ozpin chuckled at my comment, and our conversation continued.

Ozpin gazed at me as he asked, "Why do you want to be a Huntsman, Mr. Parker?"

"I want to be a huntsman because..." I couldn't finish what I was going to say.

I paused, realizing that I hadn't given it much thought for becoming a Huntsman. In the silence of the moment, I spotted a spider crawling on the desk, which made me look back up at Ozpin.

"I want to be a Huntsman because I have the ability to help others," I began. "I can't just stand back and let others do it for me. If I can do something to save those who can't save themselves, then I'm going to help in any way I can." I finished

Ozpin smiled at my response, expressing his satisfaction. He stood up from his chair and walked over to me, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"You truly understand what it means to be a Huntsman," Ozpin remarked. "If you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to ask."

Then, he walked towards the elevator, turning his back to me. "I think it's time for bed; it's getting late," he said. Ozpin inquired, "Also, How did you get up to my office?"

"Uh, magicians never reveal their secrets," I replied with a playful tone.

Ozpin nodded, accepting my response, and left through the elevator, leaving me alone in his office. As I stood there and looked around his office, I noticed that he'd forgotten to log out of his computer. With an opportunity I might not get again, I jumped over his desk and took a seat in his chair. A holographic blue screen appeared, and I began snooping through his computer.

So, I kept digging around in Ozpin's computer, determined to find out more about this Owen guy. I wanted to figure out what his deal was, his connection to Weiss, and all that jazz. After a bit of snooping, I finally stumbled upon the file I was after.

Name: Owen Blauvelt

Height: 5'7"

Hair Color: Blue

Eye Color: Blue

Academic Background: Graduated from Atlas Youth Academy with top honors

Family Background: Only child of the prestigious and affluent Blauvelt family, known for their wealth and influence in Atlas for their family business in the manufacturing of Paladins and Atlesian knights.

Relationships: Close ties with the Schnee family

Academic Performance: High marks in all classes and subjects

Notable Accomplishments: Demonstrated exceptional skills and aptitude in various fields of study prior to entering Beacon Academy.

So, as I dug deeper into my research, I stumbled upon a bunch of stuff about Owen Blauvelt. It's like a rollercoaster ride, you know, full of ups and downs.

First off, there's this news article about the Blauvelt family, and it ain't all sunshine and rainbows. They've been accused of dumping scrap metal on a Faunus village. Not a great look.

But then, I found this video that shows Owen in action during a combat match. He owns this sparring match, with his Aura at 80% while his opponent's is struggling at just 19%. But here's the kicker – Owen's got a serious attitude problem. After he wipes the floor with his opponent, he straight-up tells them they're "useless." and kicks their side, Yikes.

So, this guy seems like a real ass. He's decent in combat, but he's got some serious issues when it comes to dealing with people. He's a nutcase, for sure.

I decided why not check out my file while I'm at it, right? I pulled up the data on yours truly, but there wasn't much there. Just some basic info, I decided to update my name.

Name: Bell Parker

Height: 6'4"

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: gray

Academic Background: Intelligent fighter (Intel from Qrow Branwen)

Family Background: N/A

Relationships: N/A

Performance: Extremely capable fighter, able to take on fully trained huntsmen, can perform superhuman feats, and is an intelligent fighter. (Intel from Qrow Branwen)

Notable Accomplishments: N/A

I couldn't help but think about the change Ozpin made in my file, switching my eye color from silver to gray. It was probably a smart move to keep that little secret safe.

Feeling both mentally and physically tired from all the late-night adventure, I headed back to the ballroom, through the vents. The sound of people breathing in their sleep and the soft glow of moonlight filtering in through the windows was oddly comforting.

I silently dropped from the ceiling, I nestled into my sleeping bag, the coziness wrapped around me. Drowsiness began to take over.

With my eyes closed, my mind buzzed with thoughts of tomorrow's initiation, I was itching to know who I'd be teamed up with, hoping for a chill team. But honestly, I had my fingers crossed not to end up with Owen or Cardin.