So, Rwby and Bloodborne. Unusual crossover these days ain't it? Well even if the game was released over 4 years ago I still love it all the same, and I'm sure some of you do too. There's a couple fantastic crossovers between these two out there, unfortunately a good number of those have been long since discontinued or abandoned. Kudos to those that still remain, and I personally would love to add to that list. So with that said, let's get started.
Chapter 1:
Hunter POV:
The beast toppled over and my relief was finally felt. The world was free from the clutches of the beast of the moon; 'Flora' as the Doll called it. My trusty Saw Cleaver in my hand, it had been the weapon the messengers had gifted me on the first day of the hunt. How long ago was that? Weeks? Months? Years? Time seems to slip one's mind when in Yharnam. The weapon had been my aid and friend all this time. I had found many a weapon, but the cleaver was always what suited me. That and the small pistol I had where the tools I used against the hordes of beasts. However, the blade that Gherman lovingly used was a special case. Much like the cleaver, it just felt right. Like it was meant to be there. With these two weapons I tore through the beast with ferocity. This was the thing that had tortured my mentor for so long, it deserved no mercy. There were a few close calls but with the help of the few tools I carried, I was able to put the monster to rest.
It was almost somber as the corpse fell to the earth. It began to dissolve, the light breeze carrying it's remains into the open sky. Those poor souls I had met along the way could rest easy now. I wandered over to the tree that Gherman sat and placed my weapons down, sitting under it. I removed my hat and pulled off the shawl that protected my mouth from blood. There was no need for them anymore, no more bloodshed.
"Good hunter? Why are you still here?" It was the doll. I turned to see a puzzled look covering her face.
"Gherman is free, I made sure of that. Come, join me." I said simply as she hesitantly sat beside me.
"But, what of-" I cut off her questions.
"Watch with me sweet doll, please do me that honor." I made a request to which she nodded her head. Together we stared into the moon, now free of the chains which bound it. We too were free, free from the chains which bound our fate. I was no longer the pale blood hunter.
"I have fought so much. I have spilt so much blood. From the beasts of this world, to the gods of the next. From the hunters of old, to the poor souls fooled by false prophets. This peace is unfamiliar doll, almost scary. But despite all that, it feels… pleasant." I spoke the words that filled my mind.
She listened intently. She and I had entertained long conversations in the past as I was the only one there she could even talk to. Gherman barely paid her any mind, most likely as a result of her creation. She didn't talk much, only giving what she thought was necessary, but I didn't mind.
Before she could respond however, we noticed something. Much like the beast itself the dream was now dissipating.
"I suppose with nothing to sustain it, the dream can no longer exist." I said out loud as the doll stood up.
"I will leave you to your final thoughts in this world good hunter. I wish you good fortune in whatever fate awaits you." She said as she turned around.
"Please stay." I didn't believe she deserved to be alone for the end of this world, and I did not wish that upon myself either.
As the land around us collapsed we took comfort in the presence of each other, sitting beneath the tree. The memory of Gherman remained with me, as I thought of one last gift I could give. I reached into the long coat I wore and withdrew one last weapon I always carried on my person, though never used.
"I believe this is yours." It was the Rakuyo. She didn't say much, but I saw a tear drop from her eye. Whether it was for my deed or for the fate of the world was unknown.
"You are no longer bound by your predecessor doll, your destiny is now your own." We both looked into the pale moon that lingered as the end crept near. The final words that I ever heard from that world were words of comfort.
"Thank you good hunter." And with that the world finally slipped away, the last sight was the bright pale moon. My mind faded into an inky blackness, a stark contrast from the brilliance that held my gaze, until my consciousness too disappeared.
This story will be going simultaneously to 'My Time To Shine' so if you care about that story don't worry. Despite Bloodborne being quite old at this time, it is still one of, if not my favorite video game ever. The crossovers that are shared on this website are for the most part quite good, but as I said above almost all of them are dead. For those looking for this type of story, I hope this satisfies.