In a world supposedly abandoned by those only known within fairy tales, exists a conflict between humans and shadows. The Creatures of Wrath, Grimm, are considered one of humanity's oldest threats. They grow in power once more, attracted to negative emotion currently at its highest. Will humanity survive the Grimm as they have numerous times, or be suffocated by a drowning darkness?
This crossover was not made for monetary gain. Bloodborne is made by FromSoftware and published by Sony Interactive Entertainment. RWBY is made and published by Rooster Teeth. I own neither franchise. For a proper understanding of both narratives, please view these stories separately.
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Chapter One: Pack of Wolves
It was another cold night, yet not uneventful. There was a young huntsman in the dark, almost falling to the ground. Something was behind him, closing the distance. He glanced, seeing nothing at first. Looking again, shadows were in view. Understanding his foolishness, patrolling far too late at nighttime, the huntsman found cover behind a tree. If he wanted to escape, these creatures would have to die.
His rifle had no ammo, yet the sidearm still had a few rounds left. He peeked around the tree, with the shadows now fully discernable. Large pitch-black wolves, with bones marked in crimson streaks. Their yellow eyes had no pupils. The young huntsman aimed, shooting twice at the Grimm closest to his front. They reacted late, finding a bullet lodged in its facial plating as it sidestepped. The Beowolf behind it was hit by the second projectile, with black liquid bleeding from its right shoulder.
Another grimm of the same type found its way around the tree, almost biting the young huntsman's head. He dove, rolling to a stop before aiming. Three bullets were used, yet unable to kill the beowolf, now bleeding from its torso. While this huntsman had the courage to face a pack of Beowolves alone, his chance of surviving was still slim. The situation would become worse as a large beowolf lunged towards him.
The young huntsman was outnumbered, had almost no aura, and did not have any bullets left. They remembered the warnings their parents had told them, of hunting the grimm alone, while hitting the side of the beowolf's lower jaw. His now empty sidearm did little harm, as the grimm increased the pressure on its prey's left arm. In the next moment, his aura cracked, then shattered. Now, he was just a boy, watching his protective strength dissipate in the air as many embers. For their final moments, they hoped the group of beowolves would encounter more huntsmen tonight. That would put him at ease, to not feel so alone in this fight.
Echoing will of the young boy found its way towards a mysterious figure. Beneath them was the dispersing body of a beowolf. Above, is a broken moon, shining fractured moonlight. He looked at the black liquid on his weapon, watching it disperse as well. They turned, looking in the direction of where those dying wishes had come from. He moved away from the corpse.
These beasts were in great numbers, the Hunter had assumed by the amount of noise they made when traveling. They were muscular, armored to an extent, and intelligent. The beowolf corpse behind him had fully dissipated, leaving no trace of the creature behind. Despite finding the process somewhat interesting, he questioned it no further. There were more wolves in front of him.
The creatures were scattered around the forest, either in groups of two or three, whereas some were alone. A beowolf was hit in the back with the Hunter's weapon, causing it to stumble forward. Some bone spikes had broken off as a result, making it easier to perform another attack. Briefly clipping the weapon to his right side, he opened his gloved hand like a claw. Then, punctured through the beowolf's back with little resistance, grabbing what he assumed is the spine. The Hunter raked his hand out to their left, black liquid splattering the grass. A violent action, having enough force to push this beowolf forward even more. Echoing will was absorbed, with the black liquid and body now dispersing.
Some beowolves heard this attack, turning towards the Hunter. One howled for reinforcement, while the other two growled as they moved to lunge. Pieces of moonlight above the Hunter shined upon his weapon, briefly showing two different edges. He brought it down on a lunging beowolf's head, cracking its upper facial plating. A trigger was flicked, making the weapon unfold. The metal sawed itself out of the beast, killing it. Slowly dispersing black liquid covered its serrated edge.
The other beowolf moved around the corpse, lunging from a different angle. Looking at the creature, he swung his weapon horizontally from the right, cutting through their stretched arms. It was knocked out of the air, crashing into what was left of the other dispersing beowolf. Quickly, it stood upright, black liquid leaking out of cuts reaching from the palms to almost halfway up its forearms. Before it could bite, the Hunter swung horizontally again from his left side. As the beowolf's lower jaw detached, he flicked the trigger again in his follow-up strike. While it fell left side first, its neck was lacerated from the opposite direction.
With more echoing will absorbed, the Hunter stared at the beowolf that howled. He then refocused on the direction of where those other dying wishes originated. Yet, the Hunter would need to get through the beowolves who were now alert. Knowing how they currently act; it would not be a difficult task. He moved, always going towards the path these beasts had originally chosen.
He slaughtered his way through many beowolves, eventually discovering one that was alone. This wolf was much larger, having more bone plating, spikes, and defining red streaks. Below the grimm was the body of what appeared to be another hunter, half-eaten. The beast's ears twitched, making it turn around. The Hunter observed in return, feeling the depth of his inhuman knowledge slightly increase. Quietly growling, it moves closer in a slow pace.
In the very next moment it ran, the Hunter's gun was aimed. Yet, almost immediately the grimm slowed, standing upright to change direction. Only a few pieces of the Hunter Blunderbuss' shot made contact, hitting the Alpha Beowolf's right arm. The Hunter quickly reloaded his firearm, aiming again. Noticing this action, the creature attempted to kick the gun's side to redirect the projectiles. Instead, quicksilver hit the alpha's chest, forcing the right leg to buckle. Clipping the Saw Cleaver to his side, the Hunter opened their hand like a claw.
However, the grimm brought its left arm up to block. Not discouraged by the action, he continued, raking his hand out of the forearm. Black liquid came out of the grimm's appendage, faltering to indicate great harm. Before the alpha could fully stand up again, the Hunter rushed to perform the technique a second time. His hand pierced through its torso, now feeling its tar-like innards. The Hunter ripped their hand out of the grimm, making it stumble backwards.
They recovered with a roll, standing upright regardless of the damage. Its bleeding was fluid, yet slow. Already, it ran towards the Hunter as if it were never injured. Missing their lunge, they backstepped to dodge more projectiles coming from its right side. Bringing a right hand up to block had minimally aided the alpha beowolf, as numerous slashes of serrated metal were cutting into flesh. To create distance, the grimm attempted to backhand the Hunter, which did make them step backward.
Before the alpha's next attack, the Hunter's firearm was already aimed. As the grimm's swipe was halfway towards their next kill, quicksilver shot made contact. Staggered again with its right arm damaged even more, alongside a now lowered head, the Hunter pierced through the alpha beowolf's neck. As his hand exited, the left side of its face was torn away as well. Black liquid splattered onto the Hunter, while the rest hit the ground. It attempted to stand up, failing. The glow in its remaining eye faded, with the body slowly dispersing. Their echoing will, now absorbed by the Hunter.
A gentle pressure was on the Hunter's mind again, gaining a greater depth to his inhuman knowledge. He watched the alpha beowolf's corpse completely dissipate, then went to examine the half-eaten hunter's body. Whatever firearms they wielded in combat were purposefully destroyed, likely by the larger beast recently slaughtered. Nothing left to do for now, the Hunter moves away from the remains. Although, his recent fight did not go unnoticed. There were more beasts encountered on the Hunter's return. However, these grimm did not appear to have a leader.
Another beowolf found itself staggered, then falling forward with its black liquid spilling onto grass. The Hunter killed another beast with large tusks, bleeding from their head by a serrated weapon. He watched, seeing the glow in its four red eyes fade. There were more Boarbatusks, yet no type of larger beast in similarity showed itself. Looking in another direction, the Hunter could see one familiar shape. Within a secluded part of the forest was a small cave. The top was overgrown with moss, making the formation appear as a hill from several angles. This aided in hiding what was kept inside.
The Hunter walked down the smooth slope in the cave. A lamp hanging from a slightly bent metal rod and chains was present, with three small bells on top. The blue flame inside produced a soft hum. As he looked at this arcane light, the Hunter thought of using it, holding his hand toward the lamp. Only, his focus would make him retract it, hearing more grimm in the distance.
He walked away from the lamp, moving back up the slope. A passing beowolf was hit by projectiles, followed by a weapon lacerating its arm and face. The beast fell, with its bleeding corpse dispersing. Again, they were moving in another direction, focused on something which interested them. If it was another hunter possibly in danger, there should not be any consequence in giving aid.
Many shadows fell with their faces hit by several bullets. As the grimm dispersed, the figure aimed toward more beowolves. Another two people were near them, wearing the same clothing. Small splatters of black liquid evaporated from the synthetic threads of their ghillie hoods and capes. One turned towards another to respond. The side of their fox-shaped skeletal mask was visible.
"So," they started. "What do you think made them aggressive tonight?"
"Us," the other one said.
Both figures turned, shooting three incoming beowolves with their gravity dust rounds. They pierced through bone plating and shadowy flesh, dispatching multiple grimm. A fourth beowolf managed to get close, swiping at the individual who asked a question. The attack would draw no blood, as it fell to a bullet piercing its head. One soldier looked up, while the other continued shooting in the distance. Another figure wearing heavy armor was in a tree, moving off the branch they stood on.
"The alpha should have appeared by now," they said, being lowered by the same branch stood on previously. "Regardless, I want this area cleared."
Roots from grass reached for their boots, gently lowering the individual onto themselves. The branch had also retracted itself, as if nothing happened. They wore the same clothing as their other colleagues. Moving their left arm revealed a circular black patch, showing the front of an animal. The words, 'Evergreen Fox' were knitted in green, matching the face. As more grimm dispersed around these four individuals, the leader focused on a sound. An interrupted howl of a beowolf was heard.
A Huntsman...? they wondered.
To answer their question a beowolf appeared, backstepping away from something. The noise of a trigger was flicked, unfolding a blade with two different edges. They watched as it sliced the injured grimm's torso open, with black liquid spewing from the wound. It fell on its back, yellow eyes faded while dispersing. Beyond the corpse was a single individual wearing dark clothing. The leader looked at the hunter's unfolded weapon, seeing many bandages wrapped on both the metal and handle.
That must have slain a lot of grimm, they told themselves, also looking at the serrated edge. Or, possibly several people. She looked at the firearm in their left hand, noticing the gun's large caliber barrel, then heard a call sign one moment after.
"Dryad," a colleague said. "Do you know them?"
"No." Dryad replied.
A heavy step made Dryad and the other soldiers aim, making the unidentified hunter briefly look behind them. They rolled, dodging the strike of a beowolf. In that same instance, the three soldiers began shooting, with Dryad firing last. The beowolf's body was bleeding from several holes, with their facial plating pierced by a single bullet. The hunter looked back at the four individuals.
"You must be fairly confident in yourself for hunting alone," Dryad stated. When there was no immediate reply, she said, "You're probably busy enough, like myself. You may call me Dryad, Huntsman of Evergreen Fox."
The hunter responded, telling her their name. "...Ambrose."
"We're contracted to patrol this area, where you saw us kill several grimm," Dryad said. "Yet, we heard about someone running away from their family. Aside from my team, have you seen anyone?"
Ambrose did not respond immediately, then said, "There was a boy."
"What were they wearing?" Dryad replied, eyes now focused on the hunter. This could be the person...
"Broken armor," The Hunter responded. "It is colored green, just like your garb."
Their description matches what we know. Dryad thought. "Where are they?"
On the ground. Ambrose said internally. "Take the path beyond me. I was late."
Before she could respond, another beowolf's howl alerted Dryad and her team, now aiming behind them. Ambrose looked beyond the individuals, already seeing four pairs of yellow eyes. He walked past the soldiers, replying without facing the group.
"I will kill the grimm," Ambrose said, now knowing what they are called. "Do not worry about me."
Dryad nodded in response, ordering her team to travel in the path Ambrose gave them. She disliked leaving him behind, only to remember how the hunter dispatched a beowolf with his transforming weapon. That huntsman was capable of killing grimm by themselves. The other three soldiers had their own questions, hearing serrated or cleaving edges cut into dark flesh. Although, they did not speak about what concerned them.
Eventually, Dryad turned around, looking through the scope of her rifle. She focused, watching the hunter cleave into a beowolf's neck. Their attack made the grimm's head move, with a red glow trailing from its yellow eyes. That hue also faded, followed by the bodies of other beowolves dispersing. Everything appeared peaceful again, until a beowolf managed to hit the hunter.
A claw mark was made on their back, with blood leaking from the wounds. Dryad continued to watch, noting that the hunter does not have their aura unlocked. This was also true for the other three individuals in her group. However, they continued fighting alongside her anyway, despite the increased odds of dying. The hunter fought as well, already killing the beowolf that hit them.
"Dryad," one of her colleagues said. "We need to leave."
She stopped looking through her scope, turning back toward her soldiers. Dryad said nothing, only signaling for them to move in the given direction by her fellow hunter. Now, the sounds of his transforming weapon became distant. To Ambrose, the sound of Dryad and her soldiers' gunfire was equally far. Then, a brief quietness settled around him, with the only noise coming from their saw cleaver, serrated edge dominant again.
