Bloodborne x Bleach Fanfic – Chapter 1: chapter 1 strange Awakening and the holy chalice of communion
Recommended OST: Bloodborne
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"Ahh… my head hurts," I said, trying to get up but being unable to. It feels like I'm paralyzed—almost like sleep paralysis, but worse. I can't even move my eyes and… wait. I'm not breathing.
I can't breathe.
This thought should have made my heart rate go up, but—matter of fact—I don't feel it. What even happened?
Oh, right. That son of a bitch operator lied. He said they depressurized the system, and I was too tired to check after him. Which is strange on my part. My memory from that time feels kind of foggy. Usually, I don't care if they tell me they depressurized the system and did the proper isolation and lockout/tagout—I always check after them.
I'm a little bit of a paranoid bastard sometimes. But hey, when you're working with stuff that's pressurized to 500 PSI and contains corrosive materials inside of the pipes at temperatures upwards of 90°C, I feel kinda justified.
But this one time I don't check… it turns out that son of a bitch either lied or forgot. Either case, there's nothing to do now.
I remember attempting to untighten a bolt, but it resisted in a weird kind of way. I'm familiar—from my 10 years of experience as a machinist—with stubborn bolts and nuts, but this one had something different about it. Something I can't explain. It's not the usual rust or damage to the threads.
Anyways, I easily placed my weight behind the wrench and opened it. But before I could untighten it further, the bolt launched right into my head—between my eyes.
Now I'm laying in this black void, unable to move a single muscle… before I hear a voice:
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"Ah yes… Paleblood."
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I suddenly blink awake. In front of me is a disgusting old man sitting in a chair with white cloth covering both his eyes.
And boy do I wish he'd shove some in his mouth too, because the smell was unholy. The yellow teeth that looked rotted out of their minds with black spots didn't help his appearance either.
"Heh, well… you came to the right place. Yharnam is the home of blood ministration. You need only unravel its mystery.
"But where's an outsider like yourself to begin with? Easy… with a bit of Yharnam blood of your own. But first, you'll need a contract…" said the old man as he got even closer by pushing his wheelchair forward.
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Meanwhile, things clicked inside my head and I realized:
"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK—OH HELL NO, GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"
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Unfortunately, I was still paralyzed—barely having the ability to move my eyes a little—as I saw the man grabbing my hand to dip my thumb into a bit of stale old black ink, and going to push it against a piece of paper.
One thought was running through my head:
"NO NO NO NO NO—WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT—GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU SICK OLD BASTARD!"
I realized exactly what was happening and who this old man was.
He was the guy from the beginning of Bloodborne—which is a game I do not regret to inform you I've spent over 3,000 hours in.
Unfortunately, my thumb had already pressed against the paper. And as it happened, I could hear the old man say:
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"Good. All signed and sealed. Now, let's begin the transfusion. Oh, don't you worry. Whatever happens… you may think it all a mere bad dream…"
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The old man slowly chuckled before he threw his head back in laughter.
I felt a foreign liquid entering my vein. A very familiar sensation from the hospital—but this one felt different from the usual IV drips. Because of course… it was blood.
I was internally crying and cursing.
And while inexperienced people who don't know any better may be wondering why I'm cursing despite being basically isekai'd into my favorite video game… I wasn't horrified despite being in Bloodborne. I was horrified because I was isekai'd into Bloodborne.
I know Bloodborne like the back of my palm. I can platinum the game and get every weapon and every variant in less than five hours. I know exactly the kind of world of hurt I was in for.
Which is exactly why I don't like it.
Maybe a masochist would—but not me.
But damn, my head feels heavy. Think I'm just going to close my eyes and…
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I drifted to sleep, the relentless, gentle waves of unconsciousness overwhelming me.
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I later woke up. I don't know how much time had passed, but it was dark and I heard a dripping noise.
I looked to my left, barely being able to move my eyes to the maximum they would go—and I saw it:
A puddle of blood, so large it was basically 3 meters in diameter. And out of it, a furry back started emerging.
As its head peaked in—its white soulless eyes and blood-dripping fur rose from the puddle—it started crawling toward me.
One paw at a time.
As it got closer to me, it extended its hand—its claws gleaming—as it almost touched my face…
Before a sudden burst of flame engulfed it. It was hit with something, making the bloody werewolf quickly rise to its feet and roar as it tried to extinguish the flames.
Uselessly.
As the flames spread to its whole body, it collapsed onto its knees… and then its face—dead.
Then I saw tiny little hands gripping my bed—and then another pair joined in. And another. And another.
Small creatures known as Messengers emerged and slowly crept near my face.
However unwilling I was… I lost consciousness again.
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With a sudden jolt, I woke up and sprang to my feet, sighing heavily as I recognized where I was:
Iosefka's Clinic.
"Damn," I said, standing there for a second. "What did I ever do to deserve this?"
"Well… doesn't matter," I muttered before rolling my shoulders and cracking my neck, fingers, and knees. Then I started stretching.
Luckily, from what I was seeing, nothing changed—which is a big plus in my opinion. I'm a 6'8" tall guy, and running my hand through my hair confirmed I still had my luscious jet-black hair that rested on my shoulders.
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"All right," I muttered before confidently walking up to the locked door and pushing it open.
Dang, this thing was rusted… but it wasn't as rusty as some of the machines I worked with back at my maintenance machinist job.
You know, you see a lot in that field in 15 years.
One thing I did notice: my skin feels smoother and not as dark. It was almost as white as it was before I became a maintenance machinist.
It reminded me of how my skin looked when I was in high school.
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Walking down the stairs, I muttered, "Damn, that's loud as fuck."
I walked through another door, ignoring the white little puddles—already knowing what they contained—and gazed upon it:
A werewolf chomping down on the corpse of a man that seemed to do quite a bit of damage to it.
I controlled my breathing to steel my nerves and calm down my heart rate.
If I die, I'm just going to end up at the Hunter's Dream—and I'm going to bring back the Saw Cleaver and the Blunderbuss and blast it to outer space.
But let's not get ahead of ourselves. First, I have to face it now—unarmed.
Thank God for the Kyokushin Karate practice I did consistently in my past life.
Yes—I've already accepted my death and my new life. Mainly because there's nothing I can do about it but use this opportunity to my advantage.
I slowly walked up to the beast as it stopped chomping and looked me in the eye.
It growled and started approaching me quickly. Seeing this, I got into my stance and kept my feet tight.
Just as the werewolf jumped at me, trying to throw its clawed right hand, I ducked under and stepped forward—ending up behind the beast—as I quickly gave a stomp to its Achilles tendon in its right leg.
Unfortunately, that thing felt like solid rock. Thankfully, my body conditioning helped me ignore the pain.
The beast, however, clearly felt it as it turned around and growled again.
This time—not rushing immediately.
It growled a little more… then launched at me again.
I guess beasts really are mindless creatures.
Just as it closed in, I backstepped—just before its claw landed—and as it lunged at me with its jaw wide open, I delivered a roundhouse kick to its jaw, snapping it shut.
But unfortunately, I left myself open.
Its left hand shot up and impaled me—sinking right into my ribs, making me cough up blood—before it lunged at me again, mouth snapping around my neck and chomping down hard, making me lose consciousness for the…
Frankly, I don't even know. I stopped counting.
Because I simply don't care anymore.
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And just as expected, I woke up feeling rock under my face and body.
I got up and saw the beautifully haunting Hunter's Dream.
However, the door was closed. Damn, I was waiting to get into the Hunter's Workshop.
Oh well, that was expected, since I didn't light the first lantern.
As I walked up to the puddles, I glanced to my left, seeing the beautiful, unanimated Doll. It appears I still had zero Insight.
I admired her beauty a little before focusing on the Messengers that emerged holding weapons.
I immediately grabbed the Saw Cleaver—the Messengers holding it beaming up with wide radiant smiles—while the ones holding the Hunter's Axe and Threaded Cane looked like kicked puppies.
Before all of them disappeared back into the ground.
I walked up again and repeated the same thing—picking up the pistol.
I know I said I would go for the Blunderbuss, but that would leave me with too many close-range weapons and not enough long-range.
Regardless, as I went to the graveyards to go back to the clinic, I noticed something weird.
There was only one grave with one name:
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"Karakura Town."
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"What the hell is that?" I said, scratching my head, confused. "The hell exactly was I? Some knockoff Tem—Hunter's Dream?"
I got up and looked around, seeing—hold on a second—the graveyards leading to the Chalice Dungeons. And lo and behold, there it was:
The Pthumeru Chalice. The one you get after defeating Blood-Starved Beast.
It was sitting right there.
I slowly walked up to it and saw it already filled with blood. Unfortunately, I knew I didn't have enough Blood Echoes to create a dungeon.
I shook my head and walked back to the grave site, ready for the Messengers to take me to whatever that strange place was.
I got down on one knee and reached my hand out toward them.
I felt a white light engulfing me before the scenery around me changed.
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I was on top of a tall building in the night—looking down at a modern city, while the glow of the moon was shining above.
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Annnd cut.
So how was it, guys? I must admit this took me longer to write than expected—but thankfully, I got it over with.
I wonder, what do you guys think about the chapter so far?
And yes—I know I didn't tell you the protagonist's name, but that'll come next chapter. By the way this rewrite was with the help of a little helper to help me with punctuation and readability
If you have any questions or suggestions, feel free to leave them here. And also tell me how much better or worse this rewrite is