Twilight took a deep breath, and ran. Nothing was stopping her this time, nothing was distracting her this time. She was determined to make progress this time, and the new weapon in her hand was only one symbol of this. It was a saw, attached to a curved handle, which led to a slightly curved weapon, but an effective one still. Just back and forth would be all it would take to put something down, and it carried her weight, making these running attacks easier as she sprinted.

Unfortunately, this weight also left her somewhat more committed, even if it gave her more forward momentum, something she learned as the teeth of her weapon sank into one crow, and another pecked into her shoulder. A spin took that one out, and brought tears to her eyes as she growled. “Not again.”

After retrieving her cleaver, she walked up the steps. She didn’t want a nasty surprise attack to come from behind, and, honestly, she wanted a chance to find respite. She didn’t want to bother dear Gilbert, not yet. Instead, she stopped beside the small girl’s window, and gently tapped against the bars. “Young one, may you… may you tell me why you trust me?”

Shuffling could be heard within, before the girl within giggled. “Well, honestly, you look like daddy when he gets super serious, but like daddy, I know you don’t mean any harm. Otherwise, why would you be a super nice, magical unicorn?”

Twilight smiled, a tear coming to her eye, before she gripped the handle tighter, and thrusted it into the air. Her eyes glowed for a moment, and she did it two more times as she shouted, “You’re quite right!” She then threw the blade down, and swung herself towards the ladder beside the girl. “I promise, I will be back soon, and with good news this time!”

She slid down like lightning on the ladder, but, at the last moment, smiled, and leapt from the metal structure. She spun in the air, an aura bursting around her as she aimed herself. A little more to the left, so she needed to throw her arm out at fourty two degrees, spring back her left leg, stick tongue into cheek, and…

Crack!

Her hoof came against the giants skull, the impact sending shockwaves through her body as the creature let out a loud grunt. It tried to keep its balance, but the impact was too surprising, and too hard to allow for that. He took one, two, three steps, before the fat bastard fell over the side, and Twilight got to smile as he fell.

Next, she crossed the bridge, and narrowed her eyes. From here, she could see that the sewers extended into two different directions. One way looked similar to the ways she had gone before, so that immediately was out of the question in her mind. She had been there, and had had enough of it. So the other way was her path, and she could see another bridge, even higher than this one, not so far in the distance. She pointed the cleaver at it, and nodded.

After she murdered a murder, she swung down another ladder. This time, she felt the ooze and water of the sewers finally get to soak into her shoes, and she shuddered at the feel. The smell wasn’t much better, though the change from above was kind of welcomed. At least, until she smelled something akin to a rotting corpse, and looked below herself to see what may have as well have been a rotting corpse. Upon closer inspection, she changed it to corpses, and decided that the shiny object was not worth it.

Instead, she moved along the corridor, smiling as she saw a ladder leading up, and it was long. The corpse like beings were easy to dodge, as they seemed connected to the mud, so moving along wasn’t much of an issue, and it felt… good. She was finally moving again, and any way forward meant progress, because it meant new opportunities to find information and the truth.

She lifted herself up from the ladder, and smiled. She had been right about the bridge, and all she saw was… She frowned, noticing the last two at the very end. They had a large ball of pitch, and looked very ready to use it, even though they had possibly ten of their fellows on the bridge. “Then again, they come back, so they could be bait. There’s also that other path I saw, but I also saw it had a large figure in it, and from how that’s worked out for me... “ She sighed, and stepped forward towards the bridge.

Unfortunately for the Yharnam residents, Rarity and Celestia had not let Twilight be inflexible, so when she had to get past them, she simply hopped onto the railing of the bridge, and kept going. In another second, her suspicions about the last two were confirmed, but they didn’t really get that she could just stop, and watch the fireball as it passed. She could hear the crunch f bone behind her, and actually kind of felt bad for the poor monsters behind her. “Sorry boys.”

She continued though, and, as one of the ones there was that stupid giant with a cinderblock on his hand, decided not to really leave the railing. There was no real reason to, as she could just keep running right past them, as she did with the two other things she saw: two humanoids, with one holding a spiky piece of wood, and the other holding a steel pole. Instead, she just slipped to the side, and walked up the stairs while looking behind her.

And bumped into pure fog.

Turning around, she saw the deep, white barrier, and frowned. For a moment, her horn glowed, and one of her hands began to reach forward, as if to part the barrier, but she grabbed it quickly. She didn’t know what could be in there, so just rushing in would cause issues, and probably get her-

“Raaaw!”

Her eyes widened, and she could see the two fast approaching, before she decided to just risk it, and rush through. The fog shifted out of her way surprisingly easily, but she took quick note of the fact that it closed right back up behind her. Not usually a great sign, just like the sound of flesh being torn into.

She followed the noise to a man, bent over… something, all while she bit into her lip. The whole place felt… bad, though most likely just because it was a graveyard in a place that was in, well, Yharnam. If this was where the actual dead laid, she wondered what could be beneath her feet, or could be coming up as she thought.

“You… you’ve just turned, like all the others, and need to be dealt with like any filthy beast.”

Twilight turned around, now able to see that the old man was not just a man, but an old man, in what looked like church garb. The blood on his axe made the idea of him being a holy man… questionable, and he seemed more inclined to be hostile than even than the last normal looking person she had met, which was not really a good sign. What was even worse was when he charge at her, and only her weapon raising fast enough stopped her from getting almost cut in two.

She slammed against one of the tombstones, and gripped her weapon, ready to fight as her horn glowed. The name Oeden Tomb appeared in her mind, and it was where she was to fight Father Gascoigne.

Wait, Father? But, he can’t be a holy man. Holy men don’t kill, and they certainly do not mutilate the corpses. So, if he isn’t a holy father, than- “Wait, Mr. Gascoigne, we don’t need to-” Twilight was cut off by the need to roll out of his way, and scowled. Just like every other fucking thing in this place, it looked like she might need to subdue him. “And I just switched away from a weapon I can bash with, perfect.”

She doubted it would have helped much though. This place didn’t play by the same rules as… anywhere, really, so she bet she would need to just weaken him enough so that he would calm down, or parry his blows while she tried to talk some sense into him. Either way, it meant she had to fight, and so swung her weapon.

Just as Gascoigne fired his blunderbuss. The bullets slammed into her stomach, but they didn’t send her flying, or just stall her for a moment. Instead, she fell to her knees, and watched as Gascoigne stepped over, and said, “I will rid this town of beasts. Every, last, one.” He then raised his hand, and plunged it into her chest. His hand gripped Twilight’s heart, and crushed it. The large burst of blood from her now gaping chest cavity was the last thing she saw, before all became black.

Author's Note

Twilight: 9 bullets, Neutral state

Cleric Beast, or Gascoigne. No matter what, she is ready to kill one of them, or so she hopes.

Until we're out of Yharnam (and I'm REALLY hoping to get out of here soon, just to move along), three votes switches to a different weapon on any chapter, and the starting three are still the choices.

And now to wait for someone to think murdered a murder is a typo.