SCP - The Game Console

[A/N: For those of you that have a problem with RWBY, I want you to know that RWBY is not all that bad, it's just that the beginning is mostly childish or...weird, but the story does get better]

[A/N: Sadly, my school will start back up for me on Wednesday, Aug 11, less than a month from now, but it is my Senior Year, so once this school year is over a lot of my limitations on writing will disappear]

After being attacked by a couple of black creatures with red eyes and white markings and masks, we were nearing the town.

As we walked to the town, Blackwood studied the creatures extensively.

"How confusing...they are not like any animals I have seen, their bodies quickly dissipate into a strange harmless gas after death, and their skin is as tough as hardened leather but it's tinted a strange inky black...and the weirdest thing, they don't have any kind of organs, underneath their skin is just red flesh...no blood, no muscles, no....anything, how are they even alive or moving?" Blackwood muttered.

"We can ask the people at the town a mile ahead," I told Blackwood who looked extremely excited.

Just as we were about to reach the city I was notified that a certain...being just entered Labyrinthian and noticed my clone.

"Hey Tommy, I want you to stick with Blackwood...a certain daedric being just entered Labyrinthian and discovered my clone," I told Tommy who nodded with seriousness and watched as I teleported away.

"Daedric Being? What are those?" Blackwood asked.

"Devils with the strength of Gods," Tommy replied with seriousness as he thought about what he learned of the Daedric Gods.

...

Once I appeared in Labyrinthian, I met up with my clone that had the same appearance as my human avatar.

"Where is he?" I asked.

"He's at the local Tavern, drinking away and trying to get some of the others to party," My clone told me.

"Well, at least it's one of the more...tame Daedric gods," I sighed.

"I'll stay while you go meet with Sanguine, good luck, boss," My clone wished me luck.

That's right, the Daedric God that stumbled into my city was none other than Sanguine, the Daedric Prince of revelry and debauchery...

Basically, he is the Prince of pranks, pŀėȧsurė, sins, and parties.

I dare say that he is the physical representation of the Seven Deadly Sins who dabbles in as much mischief as the Nordic God, Loki.

Soon I reached the tavern and spotted his avatar.

His avatar was a Breton mage with short brown hair, an iron knife on his waist, and wore a black robe.

And that very same avatar was staring at me, just as I was staring at him.

To my surprise, I watched as his smile turned to one of seriousness as he rose his hand and snapped his fingers and we both disappeared from Skyrim and appeared in the Myriad Realms of Revelry, the realm in oblivion that is ruled by Sanguine.

Finding myself in a large palace of sorts with Sanguine in his Breton form sitting on a throne, I said, "Greetings, you must be Sanguine, the Prince of Revelry and Debauchery."

"Who...no, what are you?" Sanguine asked with seriousness.

"Just your normal and average Divine Being," I replied.

"Lies, I do not know you, and no mortal has risen recently, so. What. Are. You?" Sanguine asked with clear anger in his voice.

"Who says I lied? I am a God, just not one you would know of," I answered.

I watched as Sanguine frowned and looked even angrier, "Then are you an Et'Ada or one of the Mortal Risen?"

"Neither, I originate from outside this reality," I told Sanguine honestly.

"...What?" Sanguine asked with a dumbfounded expression.

"Don't tell me you haven't ever thought of it, that you and your fellow Gods are not alone, that there are other dimensions with their own gods and worlds?" I asked Sanguine who looked like his face froze with it being stuck with his mouth open and a confused expression.

"Are...are you serious?" Sanguine asked.

"I am," I answered seriously.

Of course, this was somewhat foolish or downright stupid, but Sanguine is hundreds if not thousands of times stronger than me right now, and I would prefer to live just a bit longer.

"How about this, you let me go and I return to Labyrinthian and I will gift you several new kinds of alcoholic drinks to enjoy?" I asked Sanguine.