Resting on a stone brick, Oscar stared at the wall, it was red, been like that for a while, Oscar idly wondered why, but ultimately dismissed such concerns, he had fare more pressing matters to attend to, like… What was he trying to do? Something like a… ...A Prophecy, it all came rushing back to him, and with that, he noticed why the wall was stained red. He killed the only sane undead in here. Fuck… Drinking some estus, Oscar decided to be not lazy and not hollow.
The journey was perilous, but he finally made it to the Firelink Shrine of legend. Getting up from off the ground where the raven dropped him, Oscar looked up to see a rather depressed looking fellow sitting on a stone brick. Feeling like he was an actor of karma, Oscar decided not to speak to him, or anyone who was sitting somewhere stone-y.
Climbing up the final ladder, Oscar heaves himself onto the bell tower's top platform, exhausted from the trip, the ladders were the toughest enemy faced yet! Pulling the lever at the top, Oscar observes as the bell starts ringing. "YES! I'VE FINALLY HAVE DONE IT!"
"FUCK, I HAVE TO GO BACK DOWN!"
"-There are actually, two Bells of Awakening."
"FUCK! MORE LADDERS!"
"Huh? What's that got to do with this?"
Capra demons have a deadly tactic to ward off invaders. They have ladder entrances. - Dragons, they're weak. It took a single solid punch to kill them. Oscar was uncertain that he needed to ask for Andre to help him.
Blighttown...Oscar hates it, the poison, the toxin, everything about it, and worst of all...THE GODS DAMNED LADDERS! Least there were no spiders, right, Right? RIGHT!? To be said, Oscar jynxed himself that day.
Hell was also weak, like dragons; Oscar was glad Astorians were immune to heat/fire/burning, I mean, how else can Solaire stare into the sun for so long, or Andre's beard never catch flame?
- The fortress, named Sen's fortress by Oscar in memory of his pet snake, was a peaceful place; if one had a flute, and a knack at dodging boulders and bolts, then making some pie was way harder to live through!
=part: Dragonslayer & Executor "Wait, you said you hunted dragons?" "Yes, yes I did, they were tough, but I fell them in the end-" "Dude, I once saw a Dragon die from a single punch, they're wea-"
"HE KNOWS ANDRE THE DESTROYER! RUN! DO NOT RISK HIS WRATH!" the so called 'Dragon Slayer' screams at his partner, who instantly dropped his weapon and ran for the hills.
Right off a cliff.
"Huh...I ought to ask Andre about that."
(AN:Andre is very powerful, I mean, he's been alive for the entirety of DS1-DS3, and who knows how much longer beforehand. It takes a lot of skill and strength to survive that long. DS1 proves this fact.)
=Part:Klin of Number 1 Flame Odd,
Oscar thought, that the whole 'burning eternally' thing wasn't so bad. Kinda has a fuzzy feeling, actually. But that could be the natural Astora's heat resistance.
-Five kajillion years later.
"Thy must warn thou, the kiln of the first flame will have a guardian, the soul of Cinder, combined with the souls of all who linked the fire before...it will be hostile."
"Thank you, Firekeeper…" Ludleth the Exiled said, as he warped from the bonfire to the Kiln, ready to face down the Guardian.
Oscar woke up from his daily nap, Sat up and stretched, and then saw a guy wearing cloth robes.
"Hello! Whatcha doing here? I haven't had visitors in...awhile? I guess you came to link the fire, huh? Cool, cool, go ahead."
"I, um, what?"
"You're here to link the fire, right? Go ahead, might hurt some."
"No i mean-I thought there was a guardian that I was supposed to beat?"
"Uh, I guess? There was one back in my era, when I linked the fire, but I was apparently too heat resistant, and kept my sanity, as I learned how painful it is when the next person came."
"But-but, what about the fight? The combat that we're supposed to engage in?"
"Uhh, ooh! I have an idea!" "Yes?" "We play a game of cards, whoever wins-"
"You've been burning for the past who knows how long, where will we get a deck of cards?"
"Ah, yes, I have a deck of pure titanite cards," Ludeth's jaw hit the ground, titanite was small, but effective, a slab was only the size of a single card! How in the world did he get so much?!
"Forged by the great blacksmith, with his fireproof beard, Andre of Ast-"
"Andre!? Of Astora!? I think I know the fellow!"
"You do! Not a huge surprise."
"What do you mean not a big surprise? Our times are likely literal eras apart!"
"Yeah, but I know he'd survive, he had a mean right hook, and left one, come to think of it. He killed Seathe the Scaleless in a single punch! Ha hahaha!"
"Seathe the scaleless! The father of sorcery! And you killed him!"
"Well, yeah, but I wasn't too good at magic, and he was kinda insane."
"Oh…" "Yeah...but you should link the fire after a round of poker, hey, tell you what, do ya think I could, uh, just walk out of here, I'm getting kinda bored...ya know."
"I guess that wouldn't harm anything, come now! Let's play some poker."
The Firekeeper sighs, the skies were restored, the bonfires blazing once again, and another lord of cinder made. A figure appeared at the bonfire, wearing armor that she had never seen before
"Whoo, It feels good to be out of the fire…" What does that mean… The firekeeper wonders
"I should see if Andre is here like Ludeth said he would be, I trust his word, and it's only been a hour at most. We got a lot of catching up to do, me and Andre…" Ludeth? Didn't he just go to Link the fire a little before that? The Firekeeper did not have time to organize her thoughts as Andre's hulking form walked by.
"By thee gods, Oscar, Is that you?"
"Andre!"
"Oscar!" The two did a weird thing where they punched each other's fists, causing a small shockwave to passersby about twice as powerful as a dozen force miracles.
The Firekeeper stares in shock and awe as she fell on her legs from the force, maybe their fist punch thing was the origin of the miracle in the first place!
"Oh dear, I'm sorry my fine lady, we were just a little caught up in our little reunion."
"Yeah I haven't seen Oscar here in at least a few decades!"
"Centuries!" The figure, Oscar shouts "Really that long? Hmm, maybe we can measure it by how many times we witnessed the fire being linked." Andre suggested "Hmm, I think I remember… twenty...three, no wait twenty two." Oscar then mutters a bit.
"Twenty four, Gwyn was the first, right?" Andre questions
"Yeah, I think so." Oscar shrugs
"Oh well, I wonder if this is how the gods would feel if they tried to compare their ages to one another." Andre jokes
"Yeah, heh. Wait, what gods are even left?"
"Hell if I know, Oh yeah! Oscar, how goes your quest to link the fire?" Oscar...Was trying to link the fire
Oscar did a deadpan stare. "OHO! It was you!"
A Lord of Cinder...here...what.
-Time skippu-The rise and fall of Lothric.
Hawkwood was a failure, and a deserter. He knew he had not a chance to take any of the Lords of Cinder back to their thrones. Not. One. Chance. Fate had a weird way of Jinxing people, so it was such that he ran into Oscar, the forgotten lord.
- "Hello there!" Oscar shouts as he falls down a few stories from the rafters right in front of an undead.
"General Keni-Oh sorry, you just sounded like my old general."
"Bah it's quite fine. Hey, You're good with directions? I'm looking for the firelink shrine."
"Uh, yeah... why do you ask?"
"I'm looking for Prince Lothric, I'm afraid I missed his ceremony to depart to the Kiln, oh dear, oh dear…"
"Uh… how long have you been up there?"
"About three dozen years."
"But...There's a ladder right there-" Hawkwood points to the ladder leading up to the rafters.
"DIE! DEFILERS!" The crazy dude ran towards the ladder, pulling a greataxe out of nowhere and chopped the ladder down.
"Uhh… okay..."
"So do you know where the firelink shrine is, I missed the ceremony didn't I."
"Uh, about Prince Lothric,"
"Yes?"
"Well, he refused to link the fire."
"Oh, okay, I swear I asked if he wanted to...meh, never hurts to change your mind, I suppose. I hear it's supposed to be very hot when you link the fire…" Hawkwood was about to ask why he was fine with Lorthric abandoning his duties when he heard a shout from behind the odd figure.
"Oscar! Is that you?"
"Ludeth! Why, I thought you burned!" How long was this buffoon in the rafters!? Ludeth's been here for decades!
"Well, Want to play some cards? I am getting quite bored at this time alone."
"Sure!" Hawkwood was very confused.
=Part:The transfer of worlds
"Huh, I feel odd…" Oscar Pine says aloud, just as a flood of new memories hit his head. What the…
"Oscar! Dinner's ready!" Oscar of Astora decided he'd take a meal from this random possession's parents, run away and then have an internal crisis.
- Oscar ran, swam, dashed, and overall traveled a thousand miles. Finally losing the adrenaline, in a lit up city akin to a thousand mansions; Oscar came upon two figures fighting. Oscar knew some punching techniques due to Andre teaching him, so he should be fine, even without weapons.
"What are you two fighting about?" Oscar asked in a naive-ish tone
"Huh, another huntsman-in-training?" the man in a strange garb questions
"Uh, nope, I've just been jogging for awhile." Awhile, Oscar thought, yeah… he's so glad his physical attributes carried over through the body swap, takeover, thing.
"Help me! He tried to rob a store!" the girl in the red cloak exclaimed, just that? And your trying to kill him I suddenly dash towards the girl, throwing a punch at her. She somehow dodged, I was getting rusty.
"Hey! What was that for!" She verbally stabs at me, I retaliate physically. I throw another punch at her, this time landing a hit on the head; sent flying upwards, knocked out, based on the fall.
"Hey kid...uh, thanks about that. Come on, before the authority gets here." he then starts approaching a tower-like building
"Yeah okay, wait, where are you going?"
"Gotta get high up to catch a bullhead, ya'know" A bull's head? Meh, talk about odd names. He starts climbing up a ladder.
"GOD-DAMNED LADDERS!" It was accurate to say, Oscar was fueling his rage.
- "Sooo, why were you robbing that place?" Oscar asked
"Do you know who I am?" "Nope." "Y-you, don't know the infamous Roman Torchwick, the master thief!"
"You're not a good thief, good thieves are never caught, or at least, no alive eye-witnesses." Torchwick shivers at the cold eyes that the kid displayed.
"At least, that's what Trusty Patches told me, quite the truthful fellow, if a bit deceitful."
"Uh, that's...kinda morbid, and also this 'Trusty' Patches seems like a contradicting guy," Torchwick said "Oh, I never got your name."
"Oscar, Oscar Pine"
- "The infamous thief Roman Torchwick seems to have recruited a powerful accomplice in crime; Knocking out a huntress in training in a single hit. The police have identified the accomplice as a young man named Oscar Pine," (Shows video footage of Oscar, Roman, and the huntress fighting, quickly ending as Oscar one-shoted the Huntress.)
"Please exercise caution when appro-
ZIP
Oscar heard as the device called a TV shut was amazing, despite what Pine says, how far this place came to develop compared to Lothric's technology.
"Oscar, stop watching the news, you're a wanted man now, deal with it." Roman said as Oscar looked up. "Huh? What do you mean-Oh I don't care that the government has some beef with me; It doesn't matter."
"Okay, you're an odd one, ya know, most people your age get freaked when they realize they're being hunted."
"Yeah, I get that often."
"Okay…" Torchwick wonders which part that he gets so often, "Uh, where did you train anyways? You got a good arm, and fist."
"It was a guy named Andre, he was a blacksmith that, if he really wanted to, could forge weapons without the hammer."
"Without a…"
"Without the hammer, he's a Astorian, of course he won't get burned."
"Wha-"
"I once walked on a lava lake, it was pretty warm." Roman Torchwick realized he didn't pick up an ordinary kid, he picked up a fireproof monster of punching, that had a grudge against ladders.