Summary: People, places and things can be dragged into the nightmare. Especially those with a strong connection to the dreamlands.
A/N: Rated M to be safe and due to it being Bloodborne. Writing this for my own amusement and mostly following canon. WARNING. Expect profanity, bloodshed and spoilers. Things may get pretty dark in future chapters.
Disclaimer: Bloodborne and The Gamer belongs to its respective creators. I do not own them, apart from some plot deviations from canon and my OMC.
"Oh, yes… Paleblood…"
Upon hearing the voice, he turned, staring at the approaching figure in the dim lighting. A sense of déjà vu went through the young male.
"Heh. Well, you've come to the right place."
The poor lighting dulled the man's features, nonetheless he could make out the fancy top hat that the elder had. It was almost enough to distract him from the weird direction the dream was taking. Almost.
"Yharnam is the home of blood ministration." A slight pause and the light creaking of the wheelchair could be heard over the eerie silence. "You need only unravel its mystery."
"But, where's an outsider like yourself to begin?" Tilting his head, he paid no mind to the words, being more interested how realistic his surroundings were. Maybe the theory of dreams being in a different dimension held some worth… As the wheelchair-bound man neared him, the male could make out the Victorian-era style clothing and wrinkled features.
"Easy, with a bit of Yharnam blood of your own…"
The old man had covered his eyes with bandages, but the younger was not one to judge. Everyone had their own quirks after all.
"But first, you'll need a contract…"
Saying that, papers were seemingly produced from nowhere and offered to the bemused male, who took them as he sat up. Flipping through the papers, the male absentmindedly took an offered feathered quill from the other and began filling in his particulars. He felt no reason not to; after all, this was a dream, so why not just go for it?
Name? Hmm, nothing comes to mind but... since this is a dream I'll just take the name of my Hunter then. Count it as my tribute to Miyazaki-san's love for Berserk. Gender- Male. Age... Twenty-five. Origins? I guess the 'Troubled Childhood' choice suits me the most… My, this dream is just like the starting bit of Bloodborne. Too bad it'll all be over once I wake.
Griffith pushed the thought to the back of his mind and signed the contract. Really, there was no need to worry. He would wake up in the morn and everything would be forgotten. The viscous liquid leaking from the quill reminded him strangely of blood, though the male was sure that it was yet another sign of his overactive imagination.
Handing the signed documents back to the strange man, he was greeted with a toothy smile that sent a feeling of unease through him.
"Good. All signed and sealed."
Light shuffling was heard as the papers were stored away. Flickering flames of the lanterns cast shadows upon the room as Griffith laid back down on the surgical table, the cool metal under the fabric chilling him to his bones.
"Now, let's begin the transfusion." A wizened face peered down at him, stale breath fouling the air around him as the wheelchair-bound man spoke.
"Oh don't you worry."
Speaking airily, the cripple made a half-hearted attempt to reassure him as though sensing his unease. Not that it helped any as Griffith had a feeling on how things were going to play out.
"Whatever happens… You may think it all a mere bad dream…"
A light pinprick of pain on his arm was all he felt before his vison started blurring out and the face hovering above him became an undefined blur of colours. Since when could I feel pain in a 'dream' anyways? Maybe playing Bloodborne for so long wasn't such a good idea…
In the last vestige of his consciousness, Griffith could hear the wheezing laughter of the wheelchair-bound man. Glaring in the direction of the other, the male grumbled internally. I hope you drown in a vermin infested cesspool, you creepy bastard. Hell knows that there are plenty of them in Yharnam.
The unconscious male soon found himself in a waking nightmare reminiscent of Bloodborne.
Of a mutated wolf-like beast emerging from a pool of blood, wickedly sharp talons reaching out to toy with him, peel his flesh from his bones and- how it was set alight, burning oh so gloriously in the darkened room. The heat of the sudden fire washed over his unmoving form, glowing ashes drifting from the still form of the beast, embers flickering and dying out in the dimming lights.
(Beware the beast that lurks within us all, for-)
He felt the cold, bony hands of something grasping at him and Griffith could only stare at the sight before him, helpless. The silent, unnaturally disfigured faces of the Messengers surrounded him- wordless cries as they clambered over his form, spindly fingers like ice and -blissful black drags him into unconsciousness.
"Ahh, you've found yourself a hunter…"
End Notes: Since this is non-betaed, do expect the occasional error here and there. I'll try my best to catch them, so have faith. Also, I have never actually played Bloodborne before- but I did my research on how stuff works. This being said, some new game mechanics will be added into the story for shits and giggles.
I have always wanted to explore how it would be like if messed up guy ended up in Bloodborne. Griffith's personality and instability has its pros and cons. This means that his issues will affect him realistically and not simply be used for laughs. Because neutral characters are far more interesting that the one that tries to be unrealistically selfless and caring.
Constructive criticism and some pointers are always appreciated. Flames will be used to ward away the beasts.