A displaced fanfiction about bloodborne in my little pony, oh the horror. When 26 different humans are sent to the ancient past of equestria with nothing but a trick weapon and wits to survive, how well will they survive.
When a resident evil merchant offers a great deal on an item beyond authentic, do not accept. Terrible things happen, strange and terrible things happen. All I will say is that the insight to this mess is almost worth it, almost.
Do you know what it’s like to live forever? No of course not. The frailty of humanity is a weakness that exists so that our strengths can shine. Strengths like our endurance or our insight into the nature of things. We might not be as fast or as strong as the others that exist on this plane of existence, but we can last longer and fight smarter compared to them, they can’t use the abilities that our human limbs and height provide for battle. For sure they are a smart bunch, but save for a few they don’t even know what to do in most situations.
Bah! Who am I to contemplate the differences between humanity and them, after all compared to the races of equestria we humans are a very small bunch, 26 humans surrounded by beings that existed in our myths. Stories come to life and each and everyone has both a story to tell and a life to give.
Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you my name didn’t I, well excuse me for forgetting. My name is Se.. S... s..? What is my name? I’ve forgotten, it’s been so long since I’ve heard it. I’m afraid I won’t be able to give you my name, so I suppose you can call me by my title, Scholar of the Dream or Scholar for short.
So why am I talking about the strength’s and weakness’s of humanity compared to the others. Well that my friend is a rather long story, one I would be happy to share with you of course, that is if you have the time for it. Your still here, good. This is the tale of how humanity came to equestrian.
A unicorn with a tan coat and dishevelled grey mane was running down the hall of the castle looking like Cerberus himself was coming to take the pony to Tartarus. Dodging the slow walking servants and guards alike, the unicorn named dusty pages was galloping like his life depended upon it and in a way it was. Coming up to the royal court chamber he flashed the guards his emergency signal and rushed past the scrambling guards and into the audience room.
Looking upon the meeting between blue blood and both princesses Dusty Pages gulped when three sets of eyes turned to his awaiting for his explanation for his disturbance. While trying to gather his nerves, dusty pages watched has blue blood opened his mouth to speak, no doubt to insult him in some way, when princesses Celestia stopped him with a look.
“Why did you disturb our meeting subject?” asked Princess Luna.
“One of the alarms sounded princess, I had to come and warn you.” He said while bowing.
“Please settle down, tell us your warning.” Asked princess Celestia.
“The seal to the dream realm is breaking.” answered dusty pages.
The two princesses, Celestia and Luna, both gained grave looks upon their faces. They turned to look at each other, somehow able to communicate to each other through facial expressions. Seeming to come to a conclusion, Princess Luna shouted in the royal canterlot voice.
“CAPTAIN OF THE GUARDS!” shouted Luna.
While Luna was shouting for the guards princesses Celestia started to write several letters. While looking at the letters dusty was only able to glimpse a few names. Simon, Marshall, Eileen and Scholar. When princess Celestia was finished she used a spell he had never seen before on the letters. As the letters faded from existence, the captain of the guard, shining armour arrived.
“Your majesty.” Saluted shining armour.
“Gather the guards, lockdown the castle and send the servants here, at once!” ordered princesses Luna. It was at this moment princess Celestia spoke in a grave tone to the captain.
“If you at any moment hear the ringing of a bell, run back here, warn the others to do the same.” She finished gravely.
“Why?” inquired shining armour.
“The bell is a warning that something is coming, something dangerous, now go quickly.” She said.
As soon as the princess Celestia had finished speaking, shining armour turned and flew straight out of the doors. But Dusty Pages wasn’t looking at the door; no he was looking at the bubbling mass with creepy white figures with top hats holding a bell on the floor.
“Dusty Pages, what’s wrong” Celestia asked?
“W-what are those things?” He yelped.
“Oh, these little ones are called messengers.” Answered Luna as Celestia levitated the bell from the newly named messengers. As soon as she had grabbed the bell with her magic they had sunk into the ground and had disappeared.
As the three ponies were talking a large amount of sound was heard in the direction of the door. It was muffled at first, but as soon as the door opened the three could see a huge crowd of ponies, from nobles who had came to have audience with the princesses, ambassadors from other countries, to the servants of the castle. It seems that shining armour had quickly gathered all of the castles occupants. The three could hear lots of gossiping.
“Why were we called into the audience room?”
“Didn’t the captain look kind of spooked?”
“What danger is it this time?”
“Hey does anyone hear that sound?”
“What sound?”
“Can’t you hear the bell?”
“No, what are you on abo...wait a minute, I can hear it.”
At that moment did princess Celestia for the first time in hundreds of years use the royal canterlot voice.
“QUIET!!!”
Everyone fell silent at that. And with that silence sounded a horrible sound to the royal sister. BRING BRING....BRING BRING. As soon as the ominous bell rang did Celestia ring her own bell, a far more pleasant sound, Ching Ching...Ching Ching.
With everyone silent, they could easily hear the sound of a peculiar stride. The sounds of the footsteps indicated that the monster or being was tall and it had two legs. The sounds stopped at the other side of the closed door. It was then that the people in the room smelt the horrible smell of a coppery iron, something that the princesses hadn't smelt in a long time. Blood.
The door was starting to open. When the door fully opened, it revealed the monster behind it. It, for what else could the occupants call it, stood taller then Celestia herself, wore the hide of its kill like a beast and smelled strongly of blood. Its hands were like claws of a dragon without scales or fur, holding a rusted mace of such cruelty, a lanky build covered in blood. It was such a horrifying sight. Too bad it didn’t stay longer.
And with that, the monster was split in two, straight down the middle. Princess Luna and Princess Celestia were the only ones who could proudly say they didn’t faint.
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.
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.
“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.