A/N: I shouldn't have to say so but Bloodborne is owned by FromSoftware, any characters from said game are likewise, this is my first attempt at this kind of proper first person storytelling, and I hope to keep it so, any little bits that do not i will hope to avoid, I also havent wrote in a while so, i may not be amazing, but hey ho, give it a it is:

Bloodborne: Moonlit Dementium

Chapter 1: Dreaming of Dolls

What had my brother got himself into? this place... from the looks of things Needed a miracle cure, it did not seem like the place to find one! and those Things! Men and Women, but mad with blood lust, some seemingly elongated and bestial, and those twisted wolves, Bigger than any I had ever seen, their fur matted with blood and limbs twisted, moving with a fury and madness i had never seen before.

something about this place, even barring the inhabitants felt Wrong, so very Wrong, I felt watched even when I was alone, Faint whispering seemed to permeate the otherwise quiet air.

And how did I even get here, so far inside the city? I came through the gates, last I remember is falling asleep, next I wake up on a surgery table.

At first i thought this as some bad dream, but then after being attacked the first time, I felt enough pain to know that this was no nightmare, but the pain kept coming, I couldn't stop it...

Even Death apparently did not release me, I awoke to a garden, or a graveyard, but it was serenely beautiful, as I explored, small creatures with disturbing features like twisted elves gave me only what I could see as Gifts,

A Hand-axe, which I discovered later could be extended and collapsed, and a pistol, as they left I felt movement behind me, and the previously inanimate Doll was standing before me,

"Cute are they not?" She smiled softly at me as she spoke,, giving me a look I could only describe as maternal.

"what is this place?" I asked my nerves holding barely on, but by far a talking doll was the least of the worrisome things I had seen, at least it was not attacking me 'for the time being' I thought darkly.

The Doll gestured outward with a faint scraping clink of porcelain as its fingers brushed against each other in its delicate movements "This is the Hunters Dream, good Hunter" It said wistfully as though it missed the place despite standing in it "where weary Hunters may rest under the light of the moon during the Night of the Hunt" it said as it turned to look at the moon, its heels clicking on the flagstones.

I too, looked up at the moon, and instead of the wistful happiness it seemed to give the Doll, It made me feel... Uncomfortable, It was as if I noticed it for the first time, I seemed to glow not with the pale waxen yellow it normal does, but a sickly slight orange, it seemed to radiate an almost unknowable aura, but the worst part, somehow, was that it was all too large, as though it was not as it always has been, in the heavens far beyond, but as though it simply hung there in the actual sky, but at the same time, even more unreachable.

As I looked back at the doll I asked "Is it just you in this place?" my hopes for finding someone normal, to help me and give me at least a vague idea of what was going on, and, possibly, a way out.

The Doll gave another soft smile and gestured to the old building on the hill "yes, a Guide reside-..."
she then gave a slight frown that looked unnatural on her features "no, sorry, it has been a while since I was last awake, He departed a while ago"

My hope faded, I just wanted out, but somehow on some, instinctual level, I knew the only way out was to find my own way, I turned to the Doll still staring with the same smile "I must leave this place now" as an afterthought and the chance at at least some friendly company "would you like to perhaps accompany me?" logically she seemed familiar with this place, therefore possibly knowing a way out.

The Doll gave a tinkling soft laugh "Thank you, Good Hunter, but I must stay here, to take good care of the Hunters that pass through, Please touch one of the stones to go back to the city, Take care and feel free to return when you wish"

I hefted the axe to my shoulder, already getting more used to its weight and nodded at the Doll respectfully, She gave me guidance and I Respected that, kneeling at the nearest tombstone I touched upon the now (I notice as I get close) faintly glowing Runes on it.

as I felt as though I was being both pulled and pushed to some new place, the Doll simply offered me a small wave with her kind soft simple "Farewell good hunter" she said softly.