Matt was a hunter, having recently come to Yharnam, the city of beasts, in search of answers about the blood that was injected into him. He was sitting in front of a small, metal lamp that gave of an ethereal blue glow, resting his legs for a spell. His clothes were entirely black, consisting of pants with boots, gloves, a long trench coat, and a triangular shaped hat, with a mask covering his mouth and nose.

The only color was given from his orange/bronze colored eyes, his shiny silver Hunter’s Pistol, and the grey blade of his compacted trick weapon, the Saw Cleaver. His weapons were clutched tightly in his hands. They were his only safety from the rabid denizens of this plagued city.

He grimaced down at the lamp. It only ever brought him to the Dream. While Doll was there to ease his burden slightly, and the workshop allowed him to fortify his weapons, he couldn’t help but shake the feeling that the Dream was a sort of prison. He rarely visited there anymore.

The streets of Yharnam were quiet, but the air was punctuated by the howls of beasts every so often.

A scream shook Matt out of his thoughts. It was a scream, high and loud. That doesn’t sound like a beast, he muttered in his thoughts. That sounds like… someone sane?

He stood from the lamp and turned towards the scream. A new scent filtered into his nose. I don’t recognize that stench… Another outsider, perhaps? He charged down the streets until he came across the scream coming from an alley.

A Brick Troll was facing away from him, apparently entranced by the screamer. Matt caught a glimpse of something blue as he stalked towards the Brick Troll, keeping his steps quiet. As he closed the gap, he watched as the Brick Troll raised its weapon of choice. Matt crouched down, charged more power into his cleaver, and slammed it into the Troll’s back.

He did major damage but it wasn’t enough to stun the Troll as it turned to face him. It raised its brick, and Matt tried to shoot it, but his timing was off and the brick slammed into his right leg.

Grunting in pain and cursing under his breath, he stumbled back a few feet. Glaring from under his hat, he calmly waited for the troll to strike again. It stomped forward and prepared to strike. His timing was perfect this time, shooting and stunning the Troll just before its attack. It fell to one knee, allowing Matt to jab his right hand into its stomach, and rip a great wound out of the side. The Troll stumbled back before collapsing onto the pavement, dead.

Matt injected himself with a Blood Vial to dull the pain, but couldn’t move his leg very well. He mentally berated himself on his poor performance as he switched his cleaver out for the Threaded Cane. He hadn’t actually needed to use the cane as a cane before, but it was his second favorite weapon.

With the help of his cane, he stepped around the Brick Troll’s body, and got a good look at the new arrival.

He stood, staring at this creature with blue fur, blue hooves, large, expressive teal eyes, and… was that a horn and a pair of wings?

Must be the incense, He muttered, shaking his head. “Are you all right?” He asked softly, stopping a few feet from this… Winged Unicorn Pony. Her wings and horn weirded him out. He’d seen horses before. Granted, they were dead or undead with their eyeballs gouged out, but still. They did not look like her. She had clearly been screaming, and if she can scream, she can most likely talk, yet another things horses aren’t supposed to be able to do. She tried to answer, and rise to her feet… hooves, at the same time, but she cried out in pain and fell back to the hard cobblestoned street with a soft thud. “I’ll take that as a no,” he sighed. He stepped forward once, and she whimpered weakly,

“…Don’t come closer…”

He stopped and he met her gaze. Her teal eyes conveyed a great sense of fear, sadness, and pain. He slowly put away his gun and his weapon, and he slowly removed his hat and mask, revealing a shock of black hair. “You’re hurt,” He murmured simply. “I cannot find out what ails you from so far away. My name is Matt. I will protect you… if you want me to. I will keep you safe from the beasts.”

“R-Really?” she asked, raising her head slightly, her voice shaking. Matt simply nodded. “P-Please help me,”

Matt closed the distance between them, and gently scooped her up into his arms, earning himself a squeak. She was surprisingly light, and easy to carry. She was also, surprisingly soft to the touch. He smiled gently as he carried her back towards the lamp.

Grimacing at it one last time as he passed it, he carried her inside one of the buildings nearby, making sure the incense by the door was lit before firmly closing the door. He decided against locking it for fear of the pony taking it the wrong way. Besides, he’d just slaughter any beast that tried to enter.

He set her on her side on a soft pile of blankets, and began scouring her body for wounds. He noticed that one of her wings was bent in a weird angle and that she had a small cut on the side of her head.

He cleaned the cut on her head as best he could, before wrapping it with bandages. He didn’t know much about treating wing wounds, but he tried his best. “I’m going to wrap up your wing now. Sorry if this hurts,”

She winced as he began applying the bandages. She whimpered softly over the course of his treatment, which took a few minutes. Her wing was bound tightly to her side so it could heal.

He sighed and sat back after he was done. She sat up into a better position and looked him over. His bronze eyes conveyed a sense of power, resignation, and curiosity.

“Do you feel any better, Miss?” Matt asked softly, pulled her attention back.

“Y-Yes, We feel much better. Thank you for the treatment. Our name is Luna,”

Matt blinked several times, and scratched at his head in confusion. “Excuse me?” he clarified. “Are there more than one of you?”

“O-Oh, no. I’m a P-Princess,” Realization dawned on him that she was using the Royal We.

“I see. I’m glad to be of some help to you then,” He smiled softly. “Can I ask you something, though?”

“Yes, what is it?” she wondered with more than a hint of trepidation in her voice.

“What brings you here?” He voiced. “To Yharnam, the cursed city of beasts?”

“We were…” Luna was hesitant to reveal much. There was sincerity in his eyes and voice, but also a brutal power. She’d watched him slay that brick-wielding monster with relative ease. “We were taking a flight, when a portal with very strong suction appeared and pulled Us through into the skies above… We were weak from fighting the portal, so We… fell and hit the ground several times. We found that monster above Us, so We screamed… and you know the rest…”

“I see,” he murmured, resting his hand along his chin. He could tell she wasn’t telling him everything, but he didn’t have the heart to force the issue. Instead he focused on her unique physiology. “So you’re a unicorn with wings?”

“The proper term is Alicorn, but yes, We are one. And what of Thee?”

Matt chuckled, “I am a Human,”

“There aren’t many of your kind, where We come from,” Luna responded.

“ ’Not Many’? Meaning there are Humans where you come from? In your world?”

“There aren’t any around anymore, but yes, thousands of years ago, Our world of Equus played host to the Human race,”

Did she just say thousands of years? Damn, she’s old! But… it does explain why she talks so formally and stiffly. And damn, does she look good for being that old! No insanity, no rotting flesh, nothing of that sort. He chuckled lightly, closing his eyes. “If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”

He didn’t catch her blush as he opened his eyes; she seemed to be struggling for words. Finally she spoke quietly, “A-Around five thousand,” she couldn’t help but notice his mildly shocked look. “A-And what of you, Sir? How old are you?!” she demanded, half in embarrassment.

Matt scratched at his face, leaning back and turning his gaze to the ceiling. “How long has it been…?” he breathed out, asking no one in particular. “Umm… I’m in my late Twenties, but the exact number seems to have escaped me at the moment.”

He tried to stand, but his face contorted in pain at his leg. He slammed a Blood Vial into it in irritation, and relaxed as he felt the pain subside.

“What is that?” Luna asked curiously, pointing at the Blood Vial.

“This is a Blood Vial. I can use it to heal my wounds,” he held up a hand to stop any outbursts, but it didn’t seem like she was willing to make any. “There is a reason why I didn’t use one on you,”

“And what is that reason?” she asked, a strange look crossing her face.

“The blood in these vials… is the blood of beasts…” Seeing her confused, and slightly sick look, he sighed. “I’d best start at the beginning. Which is nearly non-existent. I barely remember any of my past before I woke up here, in Yharnam. An old man had injected beast blood into me, turning me into a Hunter. He tasked me with finding something called the Paleblood. It has been about a year since then, and I’m not sure if I’m any closer to finding it or not.” He sighed again, looking down at the empty vial in his hand. “Injecting you with this, while it would heal your wounds, would be the same as what that old man did to me… To put it simply, you’d become a danger to everyone around you. I haven’t figured out if it’s just a matter of time or if something else has to happen, but… You’d eventually transform into a beast, losing all sense of reason, slaughtering everyone around you, until another hunter comes along to put you down,” he lowered his gaze to the floor. Muttering, his voice barely above a whisper, “Everyday is a struggle just to keep my sanity…”

He started as he felt a pair of hooves wrap around him. He looked up and met Luna’s gaze. There was… understanding in her eyes. “We, too, once felt like that. Our full title is Princess Luna, Princess of the Night, Princess of Dreams, and Diarch of Equestria. We ruled alongside Our sister Celestia and things seemed peaceful. Over time, though, We grew jealous of the ponies loving Our sister’s day, but shunning Our night. Then… We…” she couldn’t help it, she broke down and cried. She was momentarily surprised as Matt wrapped his arms around her body, before the tears ran anew and she buried her face in his chest, mindful of her horn.

“You don’t need to tell me if it causes you this much sorrow,” he softly murmured to her. After a long time, her sobs died down into whimpers and sniffles. “Listen, tomorrow, We’ll check outside to see if the portal you fell through is still there.”

She looked up at him with puffy eyes. “What’ll that do?”

“It will confirm that you can be sent home. I don’t want you to stay here in Yharnam. This city is not kind to outsiders. No doubt you don’t want to stay here,” he replied calmly. “Though I’m not going to let you leave until we’re both satisfied that you’ve made a recovery,” he chuckled. “Try to get some rest, if you can. I’ll keep you safe during the night,” he paused. “A word of advice,” he stated as she nestled into the blankets, turning to look at him. “Most people nowadays don’t use the Royal We. You might want to try dropping it sometime. It’ll make you seem friendlier,”

“We…” she stumbled over her words. “I’ll try,”

“That’s all I can ask,” he smiled before pulling out his pistol and cane. He sat down, crossing his legs, resting his chosen weapons across his lap.

Luna looked over at him curiously, “What are those, exactly?”

“You mean my weapons?” he received a nod. “Well, fighting the beasts barehanded isn’t exactly a smart idea. I use my pistol to get in small nicks of damage, but mostly I use it to stagger my enemies. My main source of damage is this, however. This is a Trick Weapon,” He holds up his cane to give her a better look.

“A Trick Weapon? What’s the Trick?”

“Each Trick Weapon has a transformation,” He explained. “For Example, this is the Threaded Cane. Normally, it’s a cane, but…” he flicked his wrist to the side, and heard the familiar click of the mechanism. “Now, it’s a whip,” he demonstrated one lash to the side, breaking a pot on a nearby table. He clicked it to the ground, hearing the click again, before resting it on his lap again. “And now, it’s back to normal. There are around a dozen different Trick Weapons, all with different abilities.” He paused. “What about you, Luna?”

“What?”

“Is there anything special you can do?” he quickly held up his hands. “I don’t mean any disrespect. I was just curious,” he affixed her with a nervous smile.

“We – I can perform magic with m-my horn,” she replied.

“Magic?”

“Here, let me show you,” a soft blue glow surrounded her horn as she closed her eyes. A blue glow encompassed the broken pieces of the pot he’d whipped a little bit ago. They floated in the air for a few seconds before rushing over to the table and fitting right back into place. The rebuilt pot was set gently on the table as Luna opened her eyes.

Matt couldn’t help his jaw from slacking open, earning him a giggle from the lunar princess. He snapped his jaw closed and smiled. “Very impressive, Luna,”

“O-Oh, it was nothing,” she brushed off the praise modestly.

“It was impressive to me,” he reasoned.

“Though… if you use the Trick Weapons for your main damage… why carry the pistol at all?”

“Well, if I get the timing of my gunshot just right, I can interrupt my enemy’s attack, causing them to stagger and fall to one knee. When that happens, I can use one of the darker hunter techniques, the Visceral Attack, to get off some big damage. Listen; let’s rest for now. Later on, I’ll show you a Visceral Attack… or several,”

Luna had nodded and rested her head back on the blankets, but Matt noticed her eyes remain open.

A couple hours passed before Luna raised her head. She spied Matt in the same position, gazing back at her. “Are you not going to sleep?”

“I can’t exactly protect you from beasts if I’m asleep,” he replied, shaking his head and standing. “Besides, Hunters don’t sleep. They only lose consciousness after taking too much damage,” He paused, letting his gaze roll over her features and noting the small blush that came to her dark blue cheeks. “Can’t sleep, huh? Mind too full of thoughts?”

She nodded, “Yeah,”

“Let’s go, then. Maybe some fresh air will help clear your head.”

“I thought we were going to wait until morning?” she questioned in confusion.

Matt turned away from her, “Morning never comes here in Yharnam. The sun does not rise. There is only the Night of the Hunt,”

“It’s Eternal Night?!” she asked incredulously. “I don’t know how to feel about that…”

“Only during the hunt,” he clarified. “Once the hunt is over, the sun will rise,” He stepped out of the house, donning a Top Hat. “Come along, Princess. We have much to discuss.”

Luna rose from the blankets and trotted slowly outside, shivering from the cold bite in the air as she glanced around the street. She noticed the small metal lamp and trotted cautiously over to it.

“What is this?” she asked carefully, watching Matt’s face contort into a grimace.

“That…” He began, his voice laced with displeasure, “is a Hunter’s Guidepost. It allows a Hunter - one who is still able to dream, anyway – to return to the Hunter’s Dream, a ‘safe haven’ of sorts,” He sighed, turning his head away from the lamp, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. “I do not like the place. It feels too much like a prison,” he paused. “I do not like going there anymore, it is a nightmare to me. I see images I cannot make sense of when I am there.”

“We are the Princess of the Night; the Princess of Dreams,” Luna reminded. “Let Us see what this Dream has in store,” she reached out a hoof and touched the lamppost, disappearing in a burst of light.

“This better be the last time,” he muttered. “I’ll stock up on all my items, so I never have to come back,” He knelt down and reached out a hand, touching the light and disappearing.

After about a minute of his vision being nothing but black, Matt opened his eyes and rose to his full height in the courtyard of the Dream. Luna was standing nearby, inspecting some of the graves. She trotted up to him when he arrived.

“This place is quite peaceful and quiet,” She stated. “Contrary to what you said.”

“I just informed how it made me feel,” he replied, stepping past her and up the stairs into the workshop. He made an immediate right at the door and shoved open his storage box. Kneeling down, he began rummaging through the enchanted box, listening to Luna’s hooffalls as she approached, standing just to his right and observing.

He removed as much as he could, filling his consumable stocks to capacity, grabbing all the trick weapons, fire arms, and attire he’d stored, before he pulled the lid back down on the storage chest.

Matt stepped quietly out of the Workshop, walking slowly down the stairs until he was standing in front of a grave with one word engraved on it: Yharnam.

“This is the way out,” he murmured to Luna, squatting down. “Touch the grave stone and it will take you back to the lamp we were at. Don’t worry, I’ll be right behind you,”

She reached out a hoof tentatively, giving Matt a look before she touched the grave and disappeared.

His hand inched towards the grave, but stopped just before contact. He pulled his hand back, and turned his head to gaze at Doll one last time. He dipped his head towards her, and smiled sadly when she bowed back at him. “Goodbye Doll,”

“Farewell, good hunter.” She replied as his hand reached for the grave. “May you find your worth in the waking world,” His hand collided with the grave and his vision faded.

Author's Note

I hope you all enjoy this Bloodborne Crossover.

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