It was an ordinary afternoon until Will came back as he had another viewing as the group settled in with blankets and popcorn, eager for what was to come.

Will:Guys, heads up because this is a bunch of shorts

Will announced with a mischievous grin, his hand gripping the remote.

Najenda:Alright...?

Najenda said, tilting her head in curiosity.

Leone:This oughta be good..

Leone smirked, already making herself comfortable.

(Y/n) the real world teen was lost in thought, absentmindedly whistling a tune as they reached for their bag but What happened next was entirely unexpected because As soon as the zipper came down, Kiba tumbled out, looking disheveled and out of breath.

Kiba:It's me?

Kiba gasped, bewildered, as he dusted himself off. The surprise was evident in everyone's faces.

The screen changed scenes to reveal Kiba on his knees, held at gunpoint, tears streaming down his cheeks.

The O.R.C. jumped up, a chorus of frantic voices rising in alarm.

O.R.C:Kiba!!!

they cried out, worry etched on their faces As kiba asked..

Kiba:What happened?

Kiba exclaimed weakly, his voice muffled by the sudden chaos with Will trying to keep the situation light, replied,

Will:You wanted to surprise (Y/n) but....this happened...Also, that gun is basically a pistol version of the Destroyer Hakai.

Iida:Oh my..

he gasped, eyes wide.

Kiba, summoning all his courage, began to speak.

Kiba:Look in your heart, I'm prayin' to you! Look in your heart...

His trembling shifted from fear to a desperate plea for understanding.

Issei scratched his head, bewildered.

Issei:Geez, I don't think I've ever seen Kiba so scared... or scared at all.

Kiba:Ya can't do this, it's not right!

Kiba protested, shifting back to argument mode. He inhaled deeply, attempting to regain composure.

Kiba:This is a wrong situation! I-it's my nature because if somebody hands me an angle, I'll play it.

(Y/n) leaned in, trying to comfort him.

(Y/n):Kiba,you are your person,You know that right?

Kiba:Of course, I do...

Kiba stammered, clearly struggling with his own thoughts.

Kiba:But still, I kinda agree with other me that I shouldn't die like this!

now Crying, he pleaded....

Kiba:I don't deserve to die for that!

his Voice cracks slightly as he continued to speak

Kiba:Do you think I do? T-This is NOT us, this is some warped dream! I'm prayin' to you, I can't die! I can't die!Out here in the woods!

(Bf/n), who had walked back in from the bathroom during the chaos, shouted..

(Bf/n):YOU WERE GONNA MURDER HIM IN THE WOODS?!

(Y/n):What?!NO!

(Y/n) exclaimed, confused and distressed asIssei raised an eyebrow, pointing at the screen.

issei:Then why is your other self pointing a gun at Kiba,while,he's crying?

The weight of the question hung as (Y/n) raised their own gun, still puzzled.

(Y/n):What the hell are you talking about?

Kiba's expression softened as he snapped out of his fearful monologue.

Kiba:It's from my favorite movie, "Mille's Crossing"! Bravo, Joel and Ethan Coen! I mean, they're some proud parents!

Silence filled the room for a brief moment as realization dawned on everyone. The hilarity of the situation was unmistakable. Kiba, who one minute was pleading for his life, suddenly turned into an awkward movie reference moment.

A soft chuckle escaped Koneko's lips.

Koneko:Now THAT was funny!

Soon, laughter erupted across the room, filling the cabin with warmth and cheer. They collapsed into fits of giggles, the tension of Kiba's dramatic moment evaporating into thin air. Even Kiba, still sitting in his imaginary predicament, joined in the laughter, wiping his tears of fright with the back of his hand.

As the evening wore on, the short film became a memorable experience that united friends, reminding them that in chaos, there is often hilarity waiting to emerge. It was just another night in the theater, where state of panic and comedy blurred together like a script nobody planned, yet everyone enjoyed but it wasn't over yet!

Kiba, his chestnut hair tousled and eyes sharp with disbelief, took a cautious step forward.

Kiba:I have to admit,Other me had us fooled.

he said, his voice a mix of admiration and frustration as (Y/n) smirked as he was now leaning against the cold, metallic wall.

(Y/n):I probably did shoot you though, but not kill you...

he replied casually, maintaining a feigned nonchalance.

Kiba:When?

Kiba's brows knit together, confusion etching lines across his forehead as our real world MC,(Y/n) straightened with a mischievous glint in their eyes.

(Y/n):Right now.

In a split second,(Y/n) pulled a gun from behind his back, the metallic glimmer catching Kiba off-guard as A loud bang echoed in the confines of the theater as he squeezed the trigger, and the bullet lodged itself in Kiba's shoulder as He staggered back,his face contorting in shock and pain.

(Y/n):Yeah, that hurt?That hurt?

(Y/n) taunted watching the adrenaline wash over Kiba's features.

Kiba:WHY!?

His voice broke into a strangled cry, and he clamped a hand over the wound, blood seeping between his fingers.

(Y/n):It should've happened...

(Y/n) replied, a strange satisfaction in his tone.

(Y/n):You should know better than to underestimate the (L/n) family.

Kiba struggled against the haze of agony that clouded his mind as Rage boiled in his chest, but the realization of the betrayal seared deeper.

Kiba:You-You did this on purpose?

he stammered, wrestling with the adrenaline coursing through him as (Y/n) confirmed it as Will, a tall figure with sharp features, emerged from the shadows, arms crossed. He observed the scene with the calm of a man who had seen too much.

Will:Ignoring that....Next is why you shouldn't make the (L/n) family wait for a while until they get it....

he said dryly, steppimg closer.

The screen flickered to life, revealing a teenage version of Qrow Branwen, engrossed in a comic book. The scene took a comedic turn when a teenage (F/n), a known figure amongst the L/n family, wandered into the room with a casual knock.

(F/n)Hey, it's me-knock knock-so, uh, you got my money?

(F/n) asked, his expression a blend of curiosity and playfulness.

Raven, ever the observer, leaned into the narrative.

Raven:What's the story,here?

Will quickly chimed in, eager to provide context.

Will:our dear Qrow decided to join a $50 bet with (F/n) about who would win,Mike Tyson or Carol Channing?

Qrow:Who did I pick?

Qrow replied, his eyebrow raised with a hint of disbelief as Will replied with

Will:The boxer, Mike Tyson.

The silence that followed was thick enough to slice as Then it hit Qrow like a freight train.

Qrow:So,I lost 50 bucks because I doubted an old lady? Son of a bitch!

Raven:That's Qrow's Semblance for ya...

Raven remarked with a dry wit that only she could summon.

Raven:Even in other dimensions, it still works."

Qrow:Huh?oh Yeah...I'll pay you soon...

Qrow muttered, still grappling with the absurdity of the situation.

With newfound determination, the teenage (F/n) adopted an earnest expression.

(F/n):Yeah, well, here's a suggestion...have the money by tomorrow, and there won't be any problems.

Qrow responded with a puzzled "huh?" as (F/n) reiterated that he had a 24-hour deadline.

Qrow:Why?What happens in 24 hours?

Qrow asked, a frown creasing his brow as (F/n) smirked, enjoying the moment.

(F/n):Huh? I don't know, I'm not psychic, man.

Qrow:Yeah,I'll see what I can do.

Qrow said, his voice trailing off as he contemplated his options.

(F/n):Sweet! Great...

(F/n) stretched leisurely.

(F/n):Uh... how's everything else going?

Qrow responded by saying "Good" nonchalantly.

(F/n):Alright, alright...Don't forget!

(F/n) prompted with a snap of his fingers.

(F/n):Ah,You're not gonna forget.

The Next Day,we see Qrow was in his room as he was struggling to fasten his shirt when out of the blur...(F/n) burst in, barely giving him time to acknowledge his presence.

Qrow:(F/n),hey.

(F/n):Hey,Qrow...so it's been 24 hours,So...uh,got my Money?

(F/n) asked, a slight edge in his tone.

Qrow:Aw, just give me till next Friday and I'll have it for ya.

Qrow replied, hope fading and To his surprise, an amused yet annoyed look crossed (F/n)'s face.

(F/n)Oh!oh,That's funny...I could have sworn that I said to have it today.

Suddenly,(Bf/n) spoke and said...

(Bf/n):Everyone, back away from them right now, but slowly..

(Bf/n) commanded with his voice steady as confidence radiated from him as the other characters, especially (Y/n)'s exes and pals, stepped aside, absorbed in watching the unfolding drama-classic (L/n) family style.

Qrow:Yeah,I don't have it. Sorry...

Qrow admitted, the frustration boiling beneath his skin with (F/n), calm as ever, simply said...

(F/n):Oh, alright then.

He took a sip of his drink and contemplated it aloud.

(F/n):That's good OJ.

In an unexpected twist,(F/n) slammed his cup onto Qrow's face as the impact was resounding through the room.

Qrow screeched in pain as blood gushed from his nose.

Tai:JESUS CHRIST!

Tai yelled from the sidelines, horror painting his face as qrow said..

Qrow:I'm not betting with him!

Qrow yelled, disoriented as Raven frowned.

Raven:Why didn't his Aura work?

Will:There are no Auras here...

Will said, his tone serious as Summer said "Oh no," with her expression signaling the underlying chaos.

(F/n) strode confidently toward Qrow, a frown on his face.

(F/n):Yeah, that hurt?That hurt?

Qrow(💢):WHAT THE HELL?!

Qrow managed through gritted teeth, both annoyed and slightly horrified.

(F/n):That doesn't feel so good, does it? No, huh?

(F/n) continued tauntingly.

Celeste, ever confident, piped up.

Celeste:Good thing that could never happen to me.

Will raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching into a Awkward half-smile.

Will:Well...

He paused, and the moment hung between them like the golden leaves above. Memories of the Multiverse Game Night flooded back, the kind of night that left marks-both on skin and psyche.

[flashback]

The scene had been set: colorful scattered cards, drinks occasionally tipped over, laughter echoing as friends took turns navigating alternate dimensions and bizarre challenges. Yet things took a sudden turn when the game introduced a betting element, and stakes were raised dramatically. Tension filled the air.

Celeste had been confident, full of bravado.

Celeste:I can handle anything!

she'd declared. She'd wagered something that evening-money, dignity, a precariously chosen pair of heels. Maybe it all seemed like a game at the time, but her confidence screamed over potential consequences But then, there was (Y/n) (L/n)-the reigning champion of chaos. A fierce competitor known to take things far more seriously than any game required.

(Y/n):Where's my money? Gonna give me my money?

(Y/n) had growled,his face a mask of fury as Celeste, with her fierce spirit still intact, found herself in a bit too precarious a position.

In the ensuing melee, fists flew. Celeste stumbled, black eyes and bloody lips marking her defeat, while the remnants of her once-elegant dress lay shredded around her. But (Y/n) was relentless, and the scrappy chaos escalated-an audacious display of judgment turned to blind fury simmering into a chaotic explosion. Celeste felt a sharp pain in her leg; it was then she realized a jab from the makeshift weapon (Y/n) found-an absurdly sharp piece of game equipment-had punctured her defenses.

Celeste:Come on, (Y/n)! It was just a game!

her voice had strained, and laughter around them faltered as hostility took center stage.

[Flashback End]

Will:Sure!believe your own luck...

Will teased, bringing himself back to the present, shaking his head at what ridiculous heights that family would go to And as for this dimension's cycle, one thing became crystal clear: the (L/n) family had a knack for making sure debts were collected and lessons were learned-by any means necessary.

The dimly-lit room echoed with the rhythmic sound of flesh meeting flesh. (F/n) stood over Qrow, who lay helplessly on the ground after receiving a punishing four punches straight to his rib cage as Each hit elicited a groan from Qrow that mirrored the assault perfectly-one for each blow.

Qrow:Oh, oh. Oh, oh!

Qrow gasped, gritting his teeth against the pain.

(F/n):Yeah, that's what happens, man.

(F/n) responded, his voice dripping with sarcastic satisfaction.

Qrow:Ugh, oh my God!

Qrow groaned again, feeling the weight of his predicament But (F/n) wasn't done. He began kicking Qrow repeatedly in the back, drawing out another string of agonizing sounds from his beleaguered opponent. With fierce determination, he grabbed Qrow by the neck, his fist turning into a relentless hammer of punches that landed squarely in Qrow's face.

(F/n):Where's my money?! You gonna give me my money? Where's my money, man?

(F/n) demanded, his tone filled with raw intensity as The stakes had escalated far beyond a mere debt.

Qrow:I f*cking hate this (F/n) but...at least,This one can't fight...

Qrow muttered through swollen lips, desperation coloring his tone.

(F/n):Oh? Wanna make a wager on that?

(F/n) taunted, a devilish smirk creeping onto his face.

Qrow:HELL NO!

Qrow shouted defiantly, though he was well aware it was an empty proclamation.

(F/n):Where's the money?Yeah, you like that? That feel good? That feel good?

(F/n) leaned in closer, pushing the operation of intimidation to an absurd but terrifying level.

(Y/n):JEEZE, DAD! OVERKILL, MUCH!?

(Y/n)'s voice interrupted, and both men turned to see (Y/n) as his eyes wide.

(F/n):No...Maybe...

(F/n) replied, torn between his methodical approach and the looming threat of his child's judgment.

(F/n) dragged Qrow toward the restroom, shoving his head into the toilet as if it were a game of dominance.

(F/n):Where's the money, man? Where's my money?

The question echoed off the bathroom tiles,He followed this humiliation by throwing Qrow against a hard wall, loomed over him like a shadow of reckoning.

(F/n):You've got till 5:00, you hear me? You got till 5:00!

Qrow looked up, breathing heavily As he said...

Qrow:You freakin' psychopath!

(F/n):Clean yourself up.

(F/n) said coolly, leaving Qrow to grapple with his fate And As Qrow stumbled into class later, his teammates gasped at his battered state. Concern flooded their expressions with one exception-Raven, whose brow only furrowed skeptically.

Raven:What the hell happened to you?

She asked, her voice heavily laced with disbelief as qrow Nursed a bruise and saw glaring daggers from (F/n) as Qrow took a deep breath

Qrow:I, uh... fell down the stairs,

Qrow lied through gritted teeth, eyeing (F/n) from across the room, who wore an innocent facade like a mask.

(F/n):Oh,You should be more careful..

(F/n) said lightly, concealing the smirk tugging at his lips.

Later, as the clock ticked closer to 5 PM, Qrow decided he needed a disguise.

A cheap fake mustache perched precariously on his upper lip became his shield against (F/n)'s scrutiny.

Qrow:Mornin'

Qrow greeted with forced cheer.

(F/n):Good day to you,sir...Hey, wait a minute..

(F/n) frowned suddenly, the realization dawning upon him.

(F/n):WHAT THE HELL?!

Panic surged within Qrow as he bolted, but (F/n) was right on his heels before The chase culminated in a dramatic tumble down a flight of stairs, irony cackling madly at Qrow's misfortune.

Qrow:Oh Haha! Irony just loves to mess with me, doesn't it?

Qrow groaned as his on-screen self was trying to recover.

But out of nowhere, a bat swung through the air, landing squarely upon Qrow's back. (F/n) loomed over him, fury etched across his face.

(F/n):Getting real tired of you ducking me, man. Yeah?

he raged, smashing the bat against Qrow's back again.

Qrow yelped in response.

Qrow:Oh my God!

(F/n):Yeah, getting really tired. Huh? Where's my money?! Where's my money? You got money to pay for fake mustaches, huh? How much you pay for that fake mustache?

(F/n) demanded, eyes shining with malevolent Fury.

Qrow:$2.99...

Qrow muttered, the words barely leaving his lips before (F/n) fired a shot into his leg without hesitation.

(S/n):Oh my God, DAD!

(F/n):What?If you owe me money, then I want my money!

(F/n) shouted back, not even flinching.

Qrow:Listen, you just gotta give me more time...

Qrow pleaded as the pain seared through him, but (F/n) was relentless and Ignoring Qrow's desperate attempts, (F/n) shot him in the other leg, sending him spiraling deeper into agony.

Qrow:SERIOUSLY?!

Tai:It's just not your day.

Tai chimed in from the sidelines, unable to hide his amusement at the ridiculousness of the scene as Qrow retorted with heavy sarcasm

Qrow(sarcastically):Oh really? I didn't know.

The spectacle escalated further as (F/n) pulled out a pistol, slapping it against Qrow's face in a rhythm that echoed a sinister ballet.

(F/n):Don't make a fool out of me, man. I want my money, I want my money, man.

Qrow:(F/n), listen, this is crazy! Seriously!You got-OH MY GOD!

Qrow howled, but his cries were lost to the chaos As In a horrifying twist, (F/n) somehow managed to wield a flamethrower and commenced to set Qrow aflame, leaving him looking battered, burnt, and utterly defeated but-unnaturally-still alive.

Qrow:All right, let's go to the bank...

Qrow stammered, the adrenaline forcing his body to comply as (F/n) finally relented.

The scene faded, leaving an audience stunned, before Will finally chimed in saying that it was The end of that viewing before turning And asking...

Will:did any of you learn anything?

He turned to witness a similar recreation of the chaos unfolding in his living room as (Y/n), now channeling His Fury like his father,was relentless on Celeste, demanding the same question.

(Y/n):Where's my money?You Gonna give me my money? Where's my money, man!?

Perhaps this ordeal wasn't entirely over just yet.