Disclaimer: I only own my OC. Dark Souls and it's characters doesn't belong to me.

Warning: This Fic is not to be taken seriously.

Update 5/5/2016: Yeah, I kinda edited it and split it into parts. I mean, who wants to read 30k words in just one chapter. Anyway, hole you enjoy, the next part may or may not be up tomorrow since I'm feeling very lazy right now.

Undead Asylum

Anna, who is sitting at the corner of her cell stared absently at her feet. She had stopped counting the days she spent in her cell. Ever since she died and turned into an Undead she was quickly caught and thrown into the Asylum, to make matters worst, she was caught by her former friends too. But at least they look sad instead of disgust at the sight of her, she had that going for her at least.

Right after she was thrown in she had tried all that she could to get out, ranging from hitting and pulling the steel bars of her cell and ramming her shoulders at it to jumping towards the hole in her ceiling stark naked.

Why naked you ask? That is because trying to reach the hole while wearing her heavy Knight armor proves too difficult of course. Yes, she was a Knight before her death and a good one too. They all say that she has talent with the sword. Ever since she was a wee little lass she had been inspired to become one from the stories she had heard from her parents and other travelers.

Her desire to become one increased ten fold after being saved by one of the knights that was patrolling the city she lived in. But that is a story for another time. Now Anna could only sit quietly while tapping on her helmet with her finger that is placed next to her.

With her helmet off, one could see from her face that she had been completely hollowfied. Her skin appears slightly decomposed and the body thoroughly dehydrated, not that you could see it with her armor on mind you. Strangely enough, her white hair remains silky smooth, tied up into a ponytail.

She had spent days or maybe even months in her cell. Each passing day dampens her hope of every escaping. After she had given up, she just sat at the corner of her cell, unsure of what to do, completely alone in her little corner.

She then mesmerize herself in her memories to keep the solitude at bay. Replaying scenes from her childhood till her death over and over again hoping that it would be enough to keep her from hollowing completely, she had heard that they would become a mindless walking corpse once the last bit of their humanity was gone. Losing their purpose in the world was one way to hasten the process.

And so she sat there, thinking about the fun times even thought they were getting blurrier with each passing day. She still cling on to that silver of hope in her heart that she would stay sane.

She refuses to become a mindless beast that thirst for others' humanity. A beast that she once protect others from. But lately it has been difficult to keep a straight thought. At times her mind would go blank for a period of time and it was beginning to frighten her. 'Am I finally losing it?' she thought to herself. She slowly turn her attention towards the strange looking doll that she found on the corpse that was suppose to be her cell mate.

Reaching her hand out to grab it she noticed that she haven't moved from her position for a while, flecks of dust fall off from her armor and hair once her body moved, falling onto the ground. It could be a few hours or days since she had made any movement. It was getting harder to keep track of time while in the cell. Not that one could keep track on time when it was all jumbled up anyway.

The sun never seems to set while in the Asylum. It's almost as if time itself was frozen. Anna was surprised when it never turned into night on her first day in her cell after spending hours upon hours there. But she stopped worrying about it as it didn't matter much anymore after a few more days in the cell.

Holding the doll loosely in front of her she begins to hmm a lullaby to stop herself from thinking depressing things. Maybe she was just delaying the inevitable but she sure as hell gonna fight it to the last moment. Maybe she just might fall asleep and be done with the day. Maybe something interesting would happen tomorrow. Maybe a miracle would happen and she could escape.

It might be false hope but it's hope nonetheless and it would keep her going on as long as it can. Maybe the steel bars would collapse from rusting too much and she could escape then. If she's still sane by then. No. that's a stupid idea. Or maybe she coul-

"While humming to a doll is fine and all if you ignore how creepy it is, you really need a better hobby to past your time while you're in there."

She stops humming immediately and focused on the doll.

'Did it just talked?' She stares in bewilderment. She starts poking at it just to make sure. Nope nothing.

Sighing to herself she realised that she is really starting to lose it. A doll talking to her, she must have been really out of it for that to happen. She was about to start humming again when the voice called out to her again.

"Are you just going to ignore me just like that?" The voice said in mock hurt tone.

'Huh?' She held the doll closer to examine it thoroughly, hoping to find something that she missed when she first inspected it.

"Not the doll lassie. Try again." One could feel the grin on the face of whoever said it with just it's tone.

The voice sounded young. Male. Not more than 20 years old or something, maybe even younger if she guessed right. While she was young herself before she died it really didn't matter since she is unable to age again. 'I guess I'll just think of him as an adult until I'm sure of his age then'. Since the voice was young and the only other male personal around was-

She turn her head towards the corpse on the other side of the cell.

Was her cell mate really dead? She didn't really check since he never moved an inch since she was thrown in. The mosses grown on his body signified that he has been there for a while and haven't moved for a long long time. Maybe he just can't be bothered to move at all and was fully aware of what was happening around him this whole time.

If she had any blood left in her body her face would have a reddish hue from embarrassment since she remembered searching through him for things to entertain herself before and sh- 'Oh Gods' she screamed in her head when she remembered jumping around naked in front of him before. Not that there's much left to see on a decomposed corpse but she still have her dignity to preserve. Maybe if she start whacking his head he would forget what he saw. Yeah, she should totally start doing that.

"Not the obviously dead guy on the other side of the cell either." There seem to be a suppressed snickering coming from it.

Feeling relief at what she just heard she begins to look around for a while before her eyes finally stop at her cell door. 'Is someone out there? Another undead perhaps. Newly thrown in? Am I finally getting a conversation partner? I hope he know some good stories, I'm really desperate for entertainment right now.' these thoughts ran through her head a mile in a minute while her face remains calm as ever. Her eyes boring into the wall hoping to see if there's someone on the other side.

"Judging from the variety of expressions that your face is shifting through right now, I'm going to guess that you have a very active and wild imagination." The voice said with an amused tone.

'What!?' Anna's face froze in horror. 'That's impossible I have the best self-control on my expressions and I know it. At least I think I knew. There's no mirrors here to check but at least back when I was alive my friends would- Oh.. so that's why they were snickering. Those bastards. They knew and never told me. When I get my hands on them I swear I'll- Wait a minute how could he see me on the other side of the wall? Is there a hole for him to peak through? Has he been watching me this entire time and finally decided to speak up? Then he would have seen my naked jumping event. I must break down the wall and whack the memory out of him if that's the last thing I do.' Her thoughts ran wild.

"I'm going to assume that you thought that I am in the next cell and saw something that you did that is incredibly embarrassing by your standards. And you want to break the wall down and whack that embarrassing scene out of my memory." The voice listed exactly what was going on mind.

'Oh no. Did I say that out loud?' Anna is really starting to freak out.

"No, but your face says it all." The voice said. Answering her unsaid question. "And I'm going to stop teasing you and tell you to look up now."

'Up?' Anna turn her head upward, squinting her eyes due to the light that assaulted her eyes and saw a figure kneeling at the edge on the hole in the ceiling. He doesn't look very big or imposing. Just average. After a few seconds her eyes adjust to the brightness and she could finally make out more details of the figure. He is wearing…..to be frank she had no idea what the heck he was wearing.

There was a black hood on his head that created a dark, shadowy veil, covering most his face with the shadow while only showing his mouth, his grin was clearly visible for all to see. The hood seemed to be attached to his long sleeve black shirt that seemed to be made of materials unknown to her. A small gleam caught her attention and her eyes focus on it. There seem to be a small metal line keeping the shirt together and it stops just below the collar bone leaving a V shape space around his neck. She also noticed that he is wearing a blue shirt underneath his black one. Why does one need to wear two shirts is beyond her, its not like its cold here or anything. Unless she can't feel it of course. Can Undead feel cold? She hopes not since she only had her Knight armor to keep her warm and metal is not a good material for warmth.

Turning her attention back to the person above her she noted that his pants are the same colour as his outer shirt, black, also made from unknown material with pouches attached. At least she thought they were pouches. They seem bulky, apparently it has been filled with something. Then there were his shoes that have strings tied up around them and yes there were black too.

'Does he have a black fetish?' she idly wonder.

"Look, I know that you're thinking a lot of useless things right. It might have something to do with all the black that I'm wearing right now and no, I do not have a black fetish but for now, I have a question for ya." The male interrupts her thoughts.

'Darn my short attention span.' Anna chides herself for wandering off track again but at least one of her questions is answered before fully focusing on him.

He was no longer grinning and a serious look took place on his face. At least she thought it was a serious look. Kinda hard to tell with the hood on. He slowly stick his hand in the hole and held up three fingers for her to see.

"How many fingers am I holding up right now?"

Anna is very confused right now but she answered anyway. "Three." her voice was hoarse from the inactivity of her throat.

The man nodded and retract his ring finger "What about now?"

Anna just narrows her eyes at him, feeling a bit annoyed from his weird questions. "Two."

The man just nodded again and place his outstretched hand on his chin and started rubbing it as if he was thinking about something.

"How much to they all add up?"

Okay now she is really annoyed. What's with all these questions anyway? It's not like she can't do basic math. He's just being really rude right now. But the way he is asking seems like he's trying to find out whether she still has a functioning brain an- Oh…. He's testing her. Trying to find of whether or not she's still sane. Guess humming to a doll doesn't leave a good first impression. And now he's giving her these lame questions as a test. But why? There must be some reason to do all this. Why did he needed to make sure she was still sane? Is he going to free her? Oh, maybe he is going to free her. And he didn't want to free someone who is in the middle of going hollow. If she answered right is he going to free her? Or was it a trick question? Maybe it is a trick question and if she answered the right one he would just do something else instead or maybe give another lame question. Oh crud, he's still waiting for an answer. No much choice left but to give the right one. Here goes nothing.

Opening her mouth to give the answer to her supposed freedom, her brain choose this exact moment to fail her and give you a completely wrong one instead.

"Fi...six…?"

The silence that follow was deafening for both parties. After realising what she had said Anna burrows her face in her hands and moan in shame. Opening a small gap between her fingers to peak on the man she saw him narrowing his eyes at her, but it was hard to tell with the hood shadowing half his face. The silence continues for a while longer, making her fidget on the spot with her hands still covering her face.

Then he simply shrug. "Meh. Close enough." And turn his head back and shouts at the area behind him. "Hey Oscar, I found one that is actually saneeee…..." the last word was stretched out, before turning back at her. His eyes linger on her for a few seconds before turning back to shout again. "-Ish. I found one that is actually sane-ish." Okay now that was just rude. She only got the answer wrong once. If he had given her another one she would have gotten it right.

Suddenly the faint sound of metal clanking in a rhythm reaches her ears. It sounded like footsteps. In a few moments she heard a thud and a man wearing an Elite Knight set appear right next to the hooded man. He look down into the hole and straight at her. The Knight seem to be examining her, judging her worth. He then look at the hooded figure and the man just nodded at something next to the Knight's feet. A while passed before the Knight spoke again.

"Are you sure?" He asked the man with the hood, his voice is flat with a slight echo coming from his helmet. "She doesn't look very sane."

"I said sane-ish Oscar. As in not completely sane but not insane enough to be considered insane. Just ignore the doll talking part and she'll be just like any other sane-ish person you can find in an asylum." The hooded man replied while sitting on the edge of the hole with his legs dangling in it. He sounded completely carefree, it's as if he doesn't have a single thing to worry about in the world.

"You sure we should free her?" The Knight, Whose name is Oscar asked sounding unsure of what they should be doing.

The man just continue swinging his legs before giving an answer. "Nope" The hooded man replied, popping the P while Oscar just shake his head slightly with a sigh at his nonchalant respond. "Not like there's any other sane-ish person left in the Asylum anyway so we might as well just free her and hope that she can stabilize her own mind while getting out on her own. If by coincidence or fate that we meet up later then I guess the more the merrier. For now I'm leaning towards coincidence since this place is so small." Finishing what he needed to say the man got up and pat the non existence dust on his lap and turn towards Oscar. "In the end the choice is yours anyway, tis not like I have the key to give her."

Oscar mumbled something Anna couldn't hear and proceeds to drop something into her cell, causing her to jump onto her feet in fright when it landed with a thud. It was a corpse. Looking closely there seem to be a key attached on it's waist belt so she presume that the corpse was once the jailer. Anna quickly went to retrieve key from the jailer when she heard the hooded man spoke again.

"Oscar, What the hell?" he sounded confused at what the Knight did.

"What?" Oscar reply, sounding puzzled himself.

"Why did you throw the body in?" The hooded man started tapping his foot on the edge of the hole. Anna silently hope that the ceiling doesn't give out. Now that she thought about it how come it hasn't collapsed yet. There are two grown man standing at the edge of the hole and one is wearing heavy knight armor. An Elite Knight armor. One that she had hoped to get if she ever reached the rank of an Elite while in service but alas she died before she could. Maybe if Oscar died she could loot it of- Bad thoughts Anna, bad thoughts. Lets not go there.

"To give her the key of course." Oscar answered the man's question. "Why ask?"

"But why did you throw the body in?"

"The key was on it."

"I don't see the point of throwing in the body when you could have just thrown in the key ya know."

Silence ensued, save for Anna's giggling. The sound of metal hitting metal was heard and Anna looks up and saw Oscar facepalming himself.

"I did not thought of that." Oscar grumbled with a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "I'll try to remember that next time."

"I don't think there is a next time."The man pointed out at him.

"Let's just never speak of this again. Like ever." Oscar gave a small cough and pretended what just transpired never happened.

"Very well then, I shall not speak of it ever again." The man nodded. "But I guess I'll just have to write it down for the next person we meet." He deadpanned.

Oscar gave a low groan but did nothing to stop the man from his teasing while Anna haven't felt this entertained in ages. She is enjoying the duo's antics. She briefly wonder what it would be like traveling with them as she place the key into the keyhole. There was a bit of resistance before the cell door unlocked. She pushes the door open with a bit of effort before it starts to move.

Hearing the sound of metal groaning in protest towards Anna's action as if the cell didn't want her to leave, the man spoke up again. "Well since we've finish what we needed to do here I guess it's time for us to leave."

Oscar just grunted in agreement.

"Oh and bring that creepy doll with you since you seemed so attached to it. Don't want to leave your only friend behind now don't we." the man added.

"Jenny is not creepy!" Anna whip her head back in frightening speed and shouts before clasping a hand over her mouth as she realised that she's just informed them that she had named the doll. But her point still stands. Jenny is not creepy at all.

The three just stood silently while Anna squirm on her spot from their stares. Anna just pouted while the two just shift their attention between Anna and Jenny. While her pout would normally be cute but doing it when she's decomposed is just plain creepy.

"Rrrriiiigggghhhhttttt." The man finally said, scratching out the word. "Bring….Jenny….with you. Just keep the doll humming to a minimum and we'll get along just fine." He turn around and started walking away.

Oscar stayed for a bit before following the hooded man. His metal footsteps echo the throughout the cell before fading into silence.

Anna stared at the hole for a while longer before picking up Jenny and her helmet and placing them in her pouch that for some reason, can fit an entire helmet in it. She shift her focus towards the cell door, with a deep breath she finally took her first step towards her freedom.

'A start of a brand new adventure I suppose.' She thought happily, completely unaware of all the bullshit that's to come.