Omake Week 2016, Day 3: I've written quite a lot of these Bloodborne omake this year, because...um...I'm channeling Yang Xiao Long and just can't stop making bad puns even when completely inappropriate? So here's another one.
~X X X~
Balyn hurled himself to one side just in time to avoid the stamping hooves of the massive beast. Blood spattered as he rolled past the piled corpses, barely able to retain his grip on the saw cleaver.
Too close! the hunter thought, pushing himself to his feet. He was just reaching for a blood vial when a terrible whinny of a shriek burst from Ludwig and his eye-lined second maw spewed a stream of brilliant fluid, white as the blood of the Doll. Balyn was too late to react; the jet hit him full-force, slamming him back into the heaped corpses, boiling into his flesh, and his world dissolved as he drowned in glowing madness…
~X X X~
"Welcome home, good hunter."
Balyn twisted his head from side to side, trying to see if any of the sticky fluid was clinging to his garb. Generally, returning to the Hunter's Dream left him clean of all the blood and grime of his hunt, but he really wanted to make sure none of that murky, mushy stuff was clinging to him.
"Welcome home, good hunter?" the Doll repeated.
"Oh. Oh, yeah, hello. Sorry, a little distracted there. There's a lot of weird things in Yharnam, but that's the first time I've ever had something blast a spray of…I don't know, it looked and felt like it came out of someone's head after you crack its skull open."
"That sounds very unpleasant."
"You have no idea. Oh, hey, do you know if there are any medical supplies in all those bottles and boxes in the workshop?
"I'm afraid I don't. Did you speak with Gehrman?"
"I haven't seen him awake since I found the real-world version of this place. Oh, well, maybe the bath messengers have something. I'm sure there aren't any apothecaries in Yharnam."
"Pray tell, good hunter, what is it you seek?"
"I'd like to pick up some throat lozenges before I go back to that nightmare."
"Lozenges? Do blood vials not properly heal your injuries?"
Balyn shook his head.
"They're not for me. I want to give them to Ludwig. He was sounding pretty hoarse."
The Doll tipped her head to one side.
"Good hunter, have you become intoxicated with blood? I would not see you lost to the madness of the nightmare."
~X X X~
A/N: Knowing Balyn, he knows what color the Doll's blood is because he tripped over his own feet and accidentally nailed her with his saw cleaver. Probably because his player set down the controller and accidentally hit R2, not that anyone would ever do that. *innocent whistle*