The Blood Contract

by Gypsybard

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Crossover, Dark, Alternate Universe, Human
Length: 1234

When a child with a demented mind enters equestrian society what will become of their world with this new threat

[size=2em]is currently under a rewrite[/size] I kept the old chapters up until I've finished with the rewriting.
A child has been oppressed and denied by his own species, and seeks to uncover the secrets of his world only to find he can make portals to others, and finds himself in the ever free forest with his new found abilities he will venture forth to find what this world is all about

If you are to dislike please state your reasoning, so I may improve, but if it's unfixable then I'll just try not make the mistake again in future chapters/stories.
this is a crossover with multiple games which each one will be revealed within future chapters

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-03-05 01:39:28 UTC

Prologue changing tides

Message for those reading this. This Prologue is only a preview to what I'm working on if you enjoy this then that's great if not then please tell me your troubles with this.

Every story has it's start, but not everyone has their happy ending, but whenever a villain arises a hero is born. Hello there for anyone reading this little journal of my recent events, but before I throw you in I must first give my origins.

My name is Charles Xavior, but my last name is lost since I'm no longer connected to my previous family. My interests ranged from basic chess to experimenting with technology, but I normally lost interests very quickly hence my school work suffered from my constant attempts at trying to work on my many projects. I was only in fifth grade when I found my fondness of villains, but I really only liked the ones that had a reason to do what they do instead of being evil just to be evil. I did however, find certain exceptions for some of the funnier ones that I found in games. My life overall was pretty dull other than the fragments that I remember from certain events, though I never really thought myself to be lucky with what I had. Each day was another day waiting to repeat themselves, but each day at school never really taught me anything...the school board just didn't work out for me. I did find things to do after school as I tried to fulfill my lifelong dream of making worlds where people don't have to be socially awkward like me to function in this world. I had no friends at the time, but the ones I did have when I was back on Earth I just sort of left in the dust. My parents never supported my ideals and actively opposed it by forcing me to do the school work that my life so required. My parents kept trying to get me to work, but I stayed determined to not try to take my stuff back over the years, but once I was halfway through sixth grade my parents gave up and returned my things. This however, did not stop their constant nagging for me to focus on my work other than what supposedly doesn't exist.

I kept at it trying to find a way to get my parents to start noticing me again ever since they just gave up on me expecting me to die off, which I essentially did once I found my way to where I am now, though I'll get to that later. I started doing what the myth busters did to try and get noticed not for a loser with misplaced eyes and a nerd who should be sent to an asylum, but for someone who can find the most exotic secrets through even the smallest of chances. With this set in my mind I set off trying to succeed in where I failed in the middle of the night, but for thos wondering why I mentioned the asylum it was because I get turned on from people feeling pain, and the fact I know things that most kids my age shouldn't. I was eventually secluded from society, but despite this I stayed determined, but not like Chara from undertale. I marched through constant woods where the evidence, that I picked up oh so conveniently, led me to the many discoveries that I had found.

One day I found a link to many disappearances, but they had some very odd situations. I discovered that the slenderman was real and never truly died though was no longer in this world, but no one paid me any heed with my findings. My parents only raised an eyebrow through my many ramblings of these facts, but with this revelation I began to study phantoms, or more specifically Banshees. What I've gathered from its endless bounds of lore from many sources false or true is that these phantoms only come to those on the verge of death. With this I kept going forward through the days all the way until I was 13 years old near the end of seventh grade, then I began to start my active projects instead of studying.

During the time I was packing my things and clothes to go on a very long camping trip, though my electronics was my most valuable objects. I went into the woods outside of my old neighborhood to try and summon a Banshee by using a wounded dog since a human would not accept my offer. I was digging a hole to bury the dog once it died after the Banshee arrived, but what awaited me instead was a map which lead to a tree with a simple book that had a multitude of symbols on it. Instead of going along with my original plan I sent the dog off into the westward direction where there were a collection of houses as I went to my previous settlement was to do more studying, but I got back there at what I remember was around two in the morning.

The book I found took about ten hours to read, and memorize though I don't remember why I decided to try that. I ignored any requests my old parents gave me and skipped lunch to try and finish my assignment. This thought process was a constant shift from day to day as my emotions conflicted with what I thought sane and insane as I braced myself for what this ritual would do. I ran into the woods ignoring the warnings I heard from people watching me, as my eyes began to shift colors, but at the time I didn't know it. I disappeared into the forest with wind rushing around me as I subconsciously headed to my inedible death. I began setting up the ritual until all the symbols were in place until I felt someone stab me in the back impaling me through the chest, but then dropping me like a rag doll.

"I can't have someone like you interfering with my family reunion now, so be a good boy and sit there." I heard an Italian voice call out to me from behind me. I saw nothing of him except his face which was only a mask with glowing blue eyes until he teleported away from sight. I lost hope as I noticed that the ritual failed, but I was beginning to fade away until a door opened to reveal a fire mage. The fire mage in question was wearing a Lolita style dress with bunny ears, along with a graffiti box on his side, but this was irrelevant to me until I saw his eyes which were ones of no negative or positive emotion. He wore a blank analytical face with brown spiky hair though not overly spiky like rogues or cloud from final fantasy, but all he did was stare at me for a couple minutes.

"Are you my master child." he asked though his tone was far from one of asking almost like he knew the answer, but despite this I answered yes to have him help. I then walked through the door to enter what my new home today is, but this world needs its heroes so I'll be its villain.