Bakugou Katsuki was in a fucked Situation. He was 14, at the top of his middle school class but also almost 20 minutes into a slime villian attack.

He sees the crowd of civilians surrounding the sight, watching him struggle against the sludge villain, and he remembers them calling the cops on their phones, screaming for assistance—asking for anyone who had a powerful enough quirk to join in on the fight and free him immediately

He could see a few of the heroes, some that he even recognized, most of them were keeping the civilians back away from the around him and some were helping put out the fire, some of the heroes like Death Arms had tried attacking the slime bastard but gave up after a while and most of the others just backed off and were now just watching him. A few of them hadn't even attempted to attack. It didn't make sense. What were they waiting for?

His shouts definitely aren't silent, and his explosions less so. Every part of him is loud and noticeable, and yet no one ever seems to understand what he's trying to convey. He's always been alone, and his current predicament is no different.

Those explosions and shouts were getting quieter and came in slower intervals.

Eventually all logic he had been with was slowly being replaced by panic and fear he could the ropes of slime cling to his chest and limbs, trying to block his nose and mouth and suffocate him. He desperately fired off explosions as powerful as he could, determined to get out.

He strains against the thick slime coating his arms and legs, wrapping around his entire body. Every part of him aches badly, he stopped shouting now, focusing on activating his quirk as much as possible to get out but it wasn't enough, he wasn't strong enough.

He wasn't strong…

The next events were a blur. Deku ran up to try and save him, for some damn reason-- the sludge villain pushing him further down and sending a wave of sludge into his nose and throat, worse than before-- and then somehow he felt himself sent flying, and then hitting the ground hard, lying prone. He twitched, a little, on his side; he barely registered anything other than the intense burning in his throat and the desire to breathe.

He could hear Deku in the background, too, he realized, voice high pitched and breaking. Crying, he registered, as per usual. The noise was oddly close. Too close. Green hair swam in the corner of his vision. Deku let out a choked cry, more desperate than he had ever heard him.

"K-Kacchan! Please, tell me he's not—!"

A woman who he could see had an electric quirk was trying to use it as a defibrillator

Right before he died, he had one last thought; one he didn't get the chance to investigate.

Was that it?

And then he was gone.

—--

Consciousness washed over him as the sounds of things being moved and vials being moved around. A faint humming and the shuffling of paper appeared by the bed he was in. Did he survive? Was he in the hospital, those were the thoughts going through his head at that moment

Suddenly a hot breath of air hit him.

"ah yes, while we don't have a record for your condition, you've come to the right place. Yharnam is the home of the blood ministry. you only need to unravel its mystery. But, where's an outsider like you to begin? Easy. Why with a little Yharnam blood of your own!" confusion welled up in Bakugou as the man spoke. It was soft and with compassion, the time reminded him of his mother who would talk to him when he was younger, but he had fucking heard of a Yharnam, and either way, he should be dead, he was sure of it.

"You've suffered quite a long journey to get to this great city. At such a young age too. And you should be glad you did." He looked up at the man who had slapped him out of he thoughts, The man before him wore a large brimmed top hat and ragged ripped victorian style clothes. But what scared him about the man was his ailments, he was sitting upon a wheelchair with fabric covering his eyes and he looked incredibly old with a scruffy long beard and unkempt hair.

Bakugou tried to respond and try and ask the man what was going on, but felt like his throat was completely clogged, he tried to cough it out but no air came out, he put his head to the side of his bed and coughed out whatever was in his throat, his mouth tasting like acid and his stomach cramping as he heaves up everything he possibly can, and then some more, The dark green matter can be spotted, interspersed. It's impossible to miss—he'd have to be either completely, the part of the Sludge Villain and he coughed it up. In all the coughing the man didn't even make a movement to help him, he instead just went walked over to the table around him and came back to look at him in the eyes.

The act of opening his eyes was hard but made easier by the prick of a needle entering into his veins, "The blood used in ministration, the blood entering your veins, is the trade of Yharnam.'' A sickly cackle filled the air, "it is a special thing indeed... The only thing that can cure your sickness, your ailment." What ailment was he even fucking talking about, the only one he had ever only gotten cold and the flu once, unless.. he was talking about the sludge? Katsuki wasn't exactly sure, seeing as he throat refused to speak and his lmibs refused to move. The 'bed' he was lying on was a table of sorts. It wasn't uncomfortable though.

Whatever the asshole was talking about couldn't be safe. And as the bastard spoke he leaned forward, "Now, let's begin the transfusion. Oh, don't you worry. You'll be as good as new... Like it was all just a bad dream. ...Heh, heh, heheheh …" He wanted to fight against it but he's body felt too weak, any attempt at using his quirk only came out as smoke clouds with little heat to it " Oh, you're an arcane user? I've never seen this variety before but do not panic it will not affect the transfusion"

The man stuck a vial of a weird yellowy red substance onto the IV rack and connected it to the tube in his arm. He watched the blood-looking liquid flow down the tube, If he hated that he couldn't feel his limbs earlier then he wish to take back everything he said because this was much much worse, it felt like his cells were being replaced one by one, he could see- no feel blood coming out of every pore on his skin and being replaced slowly by the IV, He sat up in an attempt to get up but he was chained to the table, he couldn't get out, he wasn't strong enough. A wave of nausea and fear washed over him as he set his head to look at the ceiling, his stomach burned and it hurt to cry. Nausea blurred his vision as he saw little white creatures climb up his body and his eyes closed.

He woke up to the sound of water dripping to the floor. His entire body felt sore and his eyes and throat were painful to use. He pulled the heavy blanket of his body, his school uniform was completely covered in dried blood, the whiteshirt almost unrecognizable from its original color.

Looking around, he found himself alone.

" Hello?..." His voice came out in a rasp, he hadn't drank water in a while.

Silence.

The hospital? Clinic? Looked to be abandoned. The old man was not there, as was the lantern that kept the light. Now, he was surrounded by darkness. Katsuki hated the darkness, he wasn't afraid, he couldn't be afraid of anything if he was going to be the number one hero but something about this places darkness was different from the dark alleyways and corners he would pass on a daily basis. Now, he was surrounded by darkness. Deep, and suffocating, he felt something amiss…

His eyes traveled down to the side, and below him, stood a pool of blood, seemingly dripping from his other arm, from the place where the old bastard had done the transfusion and it was dripping onto the floor faster and faster.

Strangely, the puddle kept growing, and growing. But not in the way a normal puddle would grow when more liquid was added to it, this was different. It looked like it was vibrating

Wider and wider, it spread.

Then out came a claw. Bakugou's senses were telling him to get out of the table and he was starting to move but his entire body felt like it had run a marathon even though it was tired.

Then a snout.

All dripping by the crimson liquid.

As if manifested by the blood itself, He had seen people with wolf quirks before and full on werewolf transformation quirks but this was different, it was a monster appearing as a ravenous humanoid wolf-like beast, covered in blood from the puddle.

It was missing skin and flesh in different places, and it crawled with an inhuman, almost painful step, towards the table. Bakugou felt many things at that moment

Pain, fear, and panic

But most importantly he felt adrenaline go through his body and he reacted on instinct. He shot out of the table with his hands facing downwards with an explosion. Smoke and fire filled his vision as Katsuki felt himself being lifted up in the air, he hadn't perfected using his explosions to move his body, it was something he wanted to train during the holiday before the U.A entrance exams but he wasn't sure if he would even make it home.

The table was slashed to pieces under him and Bakugou used another explosion and shot himself across the room and felt himself slam into the wall, but it was worth it knowing he put distance between himself and that.. thing.

He forced himself from the floor he landed on and looked at the Werewolf? Started lunging at him with its sharp claws and Bakugou froze a bit, it wasn't that this was his first fight, it was that he hadn't been in a life and death fight before, after all he was caught before he could do anything to the slime bastard.

He rose his hands up up to face the creature hoping to would at least push it back but he didn't get the chance to.

He felt something touch his legs.

More and more… as if tiny hands started crawling on his body. He turned to find the source. His eyes widening these… little things started appearing. He wanted to push then off but he couldn't bring himself to do anything, he felt weak and he hated feeling weak.

They were strange, small and deformed Strangely, he felt no sinister intent… somehow. These things seemed friendly, despite them covering his body. They were all looking at him in awe like shitty deku

Slowly, more enclosed him, and his eyes grew heavy once more, the call to sleep was tempting, despite the events that transpired, as if his will was being forced to slumber.

And so, he did.

Darkness was all he knew.

A new hunter was chosen.

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Cringe title but I couldn't think of anything better, Found this on my drive, can't remember writing it but it seemed cool so I thought I'll upload it. Basically this is a dropped Mha and Bloodborne crossover fic I was gonna write but could never really get into but it works as a oneshot. who knows maybe I'll continue it one day