Latest Update:August 15, 2017
Summary: A man who was Abducted into the Bloodborne bears all the bosses and becomes a Great One. Then he goes into the multiverse, main world so far is DC.
Link: https://forums.sufficientvelocity.com/threads/the-man-who-sold-the-world-bloodborne-multi-si.26665/reader/
Word count:280k
Chapters:89
Chapter 1
Dreams do come true my ass!
This wasn't what it meant! That saying means "something you have wanted very much for a long time has finally happened". I did not want my dream of being in the hellish town of Yharnam to come true. I did not want to wake up in Iosefka's Clinic, bound to a gurney and forcefully transfused with blood that would force me down the path of a fucking Hunter! Whoever that blind, wheelchair riding asshole was I hope he finds the longest set of stairs in the whole town and roll off it and die. I did not dream of being mauled by a werewolf or waking up to get a lecture from I'll make a sex doll in your likeness Gehrman. I did not dream of being forced to kill insane townspeople or being killed by the same lunatics!
I did not dream of fighting monsters that could, would and did rip me in half. I did not, especially, dream about dying over and over and over and over andoverandoverandoverandoverandover-
I used to, used to love Bloodborne. From its heartbreaking difficulty to its mysterious story and lore. I used to love the combat system, used to love how the enemy leveled with you and used to LOVE the creature designs.
Oh, but let me tell you something. When those things are suddenly real and thrown at you because some asshole decides to shove you into this world with no explanation, no rhyme or reason to their actions... well, you learn to hate. And I don't mean hate as in how you hate traffic, or how you hate that one restaurant's slow service but their food is just too good to pass up so you have to grin and bear it kind of hate. I'm talking about the kind of hate that builds up inside your mind and in your heart that pushes you off the ledge and do things you would never do. The hate that gives you the will and conviction to cut down the rabid townspeople who stood between you and freedom. The hate that gives you the determination to fight and die and come back to kill the abomination that was guarding that tool you needed to become stronger so you could die less when you face off with the next abomination. The hate that galvanizes you to use a brand to litter your body with runes that would make you closer to being the monsters you hunted so you could conquer those monsters.
With what I knew of this town, the creatures, and strategies -they meant absolute shit when translated to reality- from playing Bloodborne to full completion, and from the hate I learned from the continuous loop of pain and suffering I carved my way to the top of this nightmare. I slaughtered all the nightmares and Great Ones in this damned dream. From the Cleric Beast all the way to the Moon Presence, I cut them down to size with every weapon I picked up along the way.
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And now, here we are. Gehrman was dead at the base of the Great Tree, the body of the Moon Presence thing chopped to pieces around him. The old Hunter's scythe was lodged all the way into its decapitated head, courtesy of me. I didn't take any chances with being controlled by it so I had to look for three umbilical chords and choke down the mummified pieces of flesh all over Yharnam. Some things didn't translate from the game world to this world. Enemies were insane, yes, but they were still smart enough to plan. Throughout this nightmare they used tactics such as ambush and baits. They overwhelmed with their numbers or just by sheer strength and speed.
I was thankful though that the weapons and items I found throughout the town were as deadly as they were in the game as I hoped they were. Runes and Blood Gems were more... final in how they worked. You couldn't swap out Caryll Runes like you could in the game. There was a reason why it looked like a branding iron. I could still feel the echoing pains when I used it. When I asked the Doll how they worked and when I asked her to use it on me. Sweet and soft spoken thing that she is, it surprised me how strong she was when she pinned me to a chair and branded me with the white hot iron. I could clearly remember how it felt and how my body reacted to my flesh being burnt. I remember how my eyes rolled up and my eyelids couldn't stop twitching even though I wanted to close them as hard as I could. I remember how through all my screaming I bit the tip of my tongue clean off and broke off quite a few fingernails as I tried to crush the arms of the wooden chair I sat on. I remember puking up blood and bile after all of it was said and done and how the Doll wrapped the burnt flesh on my back with blood soaked bandages. The arcane properties of the branding irons would ensure that blood wouldn't erase the marks on my back, but the blood still got rid of the pain once she wrapped me up.
You never forget that kind of pain though, like you never forget the feeling of your first death, or the feeling of becoming stronger after consuming blood from your first kill. That forced Blood Ministration I went through at the start of this whole nightmare practically turned me into a vampire, or a Lycanthrope or whatever. God my head's hurting like a bitch!
"Oh, good hunter," The Doll's voice snapped me back to the present and I looked up from where I sat beside Gehrman. She had quietly made her way across the flowery graveyards behind the workshop. I didn't know if she took the time to approach me quietly as not to disturb my inner monologue or if she was really this quiet. I didn't really put the time to notice that aspect about her. As she stood before me, a serene smile on her face and the moon's white light reflecting off the ivory petals flying in the air around her, I still couldn't... fathom how human this porcelain creature looked. With her snow white hair and pale white skin, she was practically glowing in the night. "You have done what so many others failed to do. You have claimed your victory over the beasts of this nightmare." She carefully raised the skirt of her dress so she could kneel in front of me. Her smooth, cold hands took mine and she smiled. Her words and smile gave me a bit of peace. The constant burning hate I felt at the back of my mind fading by just a bit in knowing that I made this town and nightmare my bitch. "The dream is almost over, now. One more prey to slaughter before you are released."
She was faster than I thought too, faster than any of the other rogue hunters I killed in Yharnam, faster than the Hunter she was deigned to look like, because before I could raise a questioning brow she had ripped the Burial Blade, handle and staff, from the Moon Presence's corpse and held it in both hands. I was about to lunge towards her, grab a rock from the ground and bash her face in when she presented the weapon to me. I sat up straighter now, my stamina coming back faster as I stared at the Doll's smiling face.
"You?" I asked her, my voice was a whisper with how exhausted I was with the whole ordeal.
"Kill me, and end this nightmare that has claimed so many. I am the last Presence that holds this world together." Maybe if she asked this of me a few hundred deaths ago, I would have flinched at the idea of killing unarmed prey. But now, with the people I've killed and what I had to do -what I had to become- to survive, I didn't hesitate in reaching for the scy- "Or," the Doll started, pulling back the scythe by a few inches so that the tips of my fingers just brushed the handle, "Partake in the blood of the Great One and claim this dream as yours. Transcend the Hunt, understand the Eldritch Truth and be one with the Old Blood."
"You know what?" I ask her as I lean back into the Great Tree, the commotion forcing Gehrman's body to fall on me. I push it away towards the dirt as hard as I could, "Before all of this shit I lived a quiet and peaceful life. It wasn't particularly colorful, not much drama, not much outlandish adventure. It was simple and it was normal." My hands have clenched involuntarily and I only noticed because I feel my nails cutting through my gloves and into my palms. I shake my hands to dull the pain, "Now? With what I've done just to survive? With how many I've killed to get the power I possess? How can I go back to that life? When I wake up, will I forget all of this? Can I go back to who I was, before this nightmare?" I can't cry anymore, but my emotions still reflect in how my voice cracks with desperation.
"Knowledge of the Truth cannot be forgotten, even if it is incomplete." The Doll bows her head in...sorrow?... as she shifts the scythe's position in her hand. The tip of the blade resting just an inch above the dirt. "You are... more than who you were, when you entered the dream. You have come the closest to understanding the Truth, among all the Hunters, the Scholars, and the Clergy. The knowledge you hold, this insight of the world, the cosmos. Your world will not survive the burden you bear."
"So what can I do?! Live in this nightmare until I die, become a mindless beast?!" It was a childish act, but the only thing I could think of doing at that moment was stomp down on the ground, the force of it making the ivory flowers around us launch into the air, "One thing that gave me a reason to live through this was the chance to go back! To my family, my friends... my old life," Exhaustion overwhelmed my mind and I collapsed on my hands and knees in front of the Doll, "You give me the chance to free me from this dream, but it would mean the end of my world. I can't and I won't!"
"The world you came from would not be able to handle what you hold inside you. Your home would rip and tear itself apart with your presence alone," I could feel the Doll lacing her fingers in my hair, "But... There are other worlds who have grown and adapted to the Arcane."
...What?
"You would not return to your home in fear of its destruction," Both of her hands lift my face up so I was looking at her, "But perhaps you can find a new home? Partake in the blood of the Great One, gain the wisdom his echoes carry and find such a place. You are moments away from being free, and the key is right beside you."
Link: https://forums.sufficientvelocity.com/threads/the-man-who-sold-the-world-bloodborne-multi-si.26665/reader/