Fear the old blood

by Scholar_of_the_Dream

2 Insight to the past.

Hmm. Are you confused? Are, yes, I understand now. I must have forgotten to tell you how we had been drawn into this mess. I seem to be forgetting allot these days. Very well, I will tell the full story of how my friends and I had gotten to equestria in the first place.

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“Hey Scholar, WAKE UP!”

Jerking upright was a fairly big individual, above average muscle mass hidden under a layer fat, broad shouldered and with a friendly, jolly face full of black hair and brown eyes. Or in his mothers word’s a jolly fat guy.

“Finally wake fatty.”

Looking over to his left, scholar took in his friend’s appearance. He had a thin muscled body that looked weedy, small shoulders and a fairly handsome face with brown hair and hazel eyes. All in all a good man, if it wasn’t for his snarky sense of humour.

“You gay or something, Scholar?”

“No, just wondering how you got a kiss from that hooker with your ugly mug Simon.”

The newly named friend of scholar just laughed.

“Bwhahahahaha, good one, now we just need the idiot of the group to arrive and we’re set.”

“I’m not an idiot Simon.” Said a new voice from behind us. Turning around, both scholar and Simon saw the third and final member of their little triad, Marshall. He was shorter then scholar and Simon, even thinner then Simon was. By comparison, his head was large with blondish-brown hair and honey-brown eyes. He was bit weirder then most people, but scholar and Simon wouldn’t change him for the world.

“You finally got here, man that is a sweet costume.” Said Scholar, who was looking at the awesome costume in question.

“Yep, one of the only good things your scrawny ass ever did.” Snickered Simon.

“Shut up Simon and that’s not a hunters costume, what is it Scholar?” questioned Marshall.

“Just because the Black coat from kingdom hearts isn’t in bloodborne, I still think it’s awesome so I decided to use it as my hunter
coat, unlike Simon who cheated out on his costume.” Answered scholar, who was now gazing at the costumes he and his friends were wearing.

Like Scholar answered, he was wearing a modified black coat from the kingdom hearts franchise, the sleeves were tighter and the coat only came down past his knees. Marshall’s costume was the male version of the boss Maria from bloodborne and Simon was going as the harrowed hunter from the old hunter’s dlc, except he was only wearing a white shirt along with a pair of white jeans.

“Dude, I am not wearing rags.” He said.

“Then why did you choose the rag wearing hunter.” Said Marshall, looking at Simon like he was an idiot. Simon just grinned and answered the question.

“Because his weapon is named Simon’s bow blade.” Simon said.

“You chose your cosplay character from the name of his weapon, you’re crazy.” Replied Marshall.

“Alright, we should head inside to the comic-con now, otherwise we’ll be bitchin’ at each other till night time.” Scholar said, pointing to the building. Both Marshall and Simon nodded and started to walk towards the comic-con building, bickering as they went. As his friends walked together, Scholar decided to ask a question that had bothered him for awhile now.

“Hey guys, why did you call me Scholar any ways.” He asked.

“Well we know your smart, not in the conventional way like maths or science, but in a weird obtuse way, like your hypothesises of reality or of how the human body, soul and heart connect. It’s like you have a weird insight to the world” Answered Marshall.

“And it was either Scholar or NERD!” Snickered Simon.

And with that question answered the three entered the building. What they never knew however was that was the last time that they would see their family, life and world.

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“Hey idiot, what are we looking for any way?” Simon asked.

“How many times do I have to tell you I am not an idiot? And aren’t we looking for some weapons to finish our costumes.” Said Marshall.

“Yep and I think I just found someone who’s selling them.” Said Scholar, who was pointing in the direction of a fairly moderate stand. The three friends all walked to the indicated stand, now being closer they were all surprised by the merchandise on for sale.
Weapons, weapons of all shapes and sizes were on display, big ones, and small ones, strangely shaped or just plain simple ones. Upon seeing the different weapons the triad split up to look at the merchandise. While searching among the weapons, Simon found something that he recognized.

“Guys, check this out.” He said.

“Is that what I think it is?” questioned Marshall.

“Simon, put it down before someone see’s.” Scolded Scholar.

But Simon ignored both of his friends and started running his hands over the hilt of the curved sword. Apparently he found what he was looking for, because his face lit up in happiness and the sword split in two to form a bow.

“Awesome, it really is the bow blade, guy’s I got to buy it, where’s the seller?” Questioned Simon.

“Right behind you.”

Simon jumped like he was shocked by static electricity.

“Where’d you come from, never mind just don’t scare me like that.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have touched my merchandise.” he answered.

While the shop keeper was scolding Simon, both Marshall and Scholar were looking at the creepy man, recognizing the outfit he was wearing.

“That’s the resident evil merchant, am I right.” Said Scholar.

“Why yes, yes I am.” He answered.

“Do you have anymore bloodborne weapons?” Asked Marshall.
The merchant just asked us to stay there and went deeper into the stall. Waiting for a few minutes and listening to the sounds of shifting metal, The merchant finally appeared from behind the standing wall with two recognisably metal weapons.

“No way, the ryaku!” exclaimed Marshall. The ryaku was an elegant twin blade that could be tricked into a sabre, dagger duel handled weapon.

“Keep your ryaku, I want the moonlight blade.” Said Scholar, who saw how beautiful the sword was. It was a two-handed Claymore, with sweet decals inscribed into the handle leading onto the blade itself, wrapped in silk bandages.
The merchant just smiled and started to speak in a strange tone with a strange smile.

“You like what you see eh? Well the weapons like what they see too. Now I usually don’t give bargains, but these weapons want to go to you. So I’ll give them to you for $15 if you buy them in a bundle with the sword your friend is holding.”

“Deal.” We said, this wasn’t an offer we could refuse. We paid the nice, but strange stall owner and grabbed our weapons. As soon as we touched them, the seller started laughing and not in the good kind of way.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA, Discord, oh discord, leader of chaos and disharmony, have mercy on these three bastards, HAHAHAHAHA!”
And with those sinister words, we disappeared from reality.

Author's Note:

Thanks for the replies, they really do help you know. I'm new to writing but I've made it my goal to upload at least a chapter a weak. so any way, I hope you like the story so far, peace.

Comments

[Lazy_]

So this was all Patches' doing...

So sick of your shit, Patches!

[RandomClick]

"I trade for souls, everything's for sale, Nehehehehe"

I actually really like where this seems to be going, aside from somewhat fast pacing and obvious grammatical errors, you are doing really well on this story! Can't wait till next week!

Good luck my friend! Don't let the blood infect you!

[Trithtale]

Update? *Said in a very small child's voice*

[commando]

IS this stories still alive.