My name is Michael skyline. I’m five years old now. My friends and I have played bloodborne and started with different builds. I have three friends.
The first friend did a strength build. The next did a skill build. Last one did an arcane build. We all played together once we beat it on our own. My weapons where the Chikage and a Rakuyo. I also choose the hunters pistol. My garb was the Yharnam hunter garb.
Something odd happened though. The Rakuyo would allow me to do the boss moves. This shocked us. I didn’t even know it was possible. The blood arts working on the weapon was amazing. This helped me get through the rest of the DLC. This went one for a month until I got a message from an unknown person and it said ‘your next’. I tried to show my parents, but they shrugged it off because of my age. What happened next was unnatural.
“Hay guys, what’s up?” I ask my friends as I walk to the table.
“Where thanking of our attack for the Orphan of Kos.” One of them say with gusto.
“Ya, he’s been kicking our butts for a while now. The guns only challenge is harder than I thought.” Another said quietly.
“Good idea Jackson we co- hay what was that for” I was cut by someone intentionally bumping into me. I stand up to meet him.
“Anything wrong, stupid?” He asked bitterly. I clenched my hand and fought off the earge to punch him. I stare into his eyes and he recoiled. “What happened to your eyes?” He had fear in his eyes and his voice was trembling.
“Don’t be mean just apologize.” I commanded, but he loses his fear and gains a smirk.
“Your nothing but a loser. Give me everything.” His command does bother me. The lunch room falls silent. “Give me your stuff and go back to your nerd game.” That lights a fire in me and I clench my hand harder.
The teacher walks up to defuse the situation. He stops when he sees the blood in my hands. He can only watch in horror when my eyes changed.
“Michael! Your eye color changed!” Jackson yelled gaining my attention. I look at my hand to see I cut it open somehow.
“How did they change?” I asked fearful of what it could mean.
“They turned in to the color of blood.” His answer surprised me.
I turn my head to the bully. “First off the game is called bloodborne. Next...” I began but grab his collar and stare at him angrily. He is visually scared now,”Leave me and my friends alone... got it.” I’m usually a kind person, but I can be pushed over the edge.
After that day my eye color began to change when I was angry. They always turned crimson. I was scared at first. How would people react to my eyes when they change. My parents took me to a doctor and he was like a kid in a candy store. He wanted to examine them, but when he told the side effects they turned it down because I wanted to keep my eyesight.
I wanted to leave and never return. My eye color changed permanently. All I feel is anger now. It sucks. My friends moved away and now the bullying is nonstop because of my eyes. Sure they charge color, but that’s no reason to bully me. Bloodborne is the only way I can vent off stem. I now have anger anywhere I go. I hold it in though so I don’t get in trouble. The only place where my eyes turn back to the light blue color I know is in side my house. The bullying is relentless even parents and other adults do it. My parents help me control my anger. I would do anything for it to all stop.
I was attached later. It was horrible and the paramedics tried to kill me with poisons. They think I’m a monster. I did nothing to deserve any of this. I didn’t hurt any one and now the entire town is out to get me. My parents turned on me too. My eyes are now stay crimson because of the attack. I left the attack with a broken arm. It hurts so much. I want to die. I... I don’t know what to do. At this rate I will have a nervous breakdown.
The bullying got worse and I had a nervous breakdown during a math lesson. Everyone clustered around me and bullied me. I tried to leave, but I dropped to my knees and screamed my head off. My breathing became erratic. My first thought was ‘WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME’. That was all I could think. At this rate I will get seizures from the trauma. Kill. Me. Now. This is getting bad.
Mom and dad are taking their anger out on me. I learned all the cuss words when they yelled at me for no reason. Bloodborne helps. I get physical abused, but when I talk to the police they do nothing. I’m a total outcast. My friends are now doing the same over the PS4. I’m alone now.
What happened next was amazing. Every night I was in the hunter’s dream. It was a first person sight when I turned my weapons in to plus ten. How I picked my weapons stones to make it hit harder. The only thing that confused me is ‘what happened to my beast roar and hunter’s bone. It was essential to my build. It also didn’t show me get my gun or upgrade it. It was of my weapons and garb. Every night the same thing. Why? Why me?
This brings me to what happened before I got here like this. It was not pretty and nice. It was horrible and full of blood. At the time I was frozen in fear.
I walked to the dining room and see my mom and dad glaring daggers at me. I lower my head in sorrow. I sit at the table.
My dad smiles and said “How’s our little FAILURE doing.” That comment made me start shedding tears. I wanted to die.
“You made us outcast. Your nothing but a nuance. Nothing but a worthless sack of flesh. You are not even my son. Your a fucking, shit ton, of worthless space.” Mom said looking happy on what she accomplished. She knew I’m broken already so she’s dividing the broken pieces.
I clench my fist. I want to kill them. I want to never see them. My eyes widen in shock. There was something behind mom. I thought it was only in the game.
“MOM! BEHIND YOU!!!” I screamed as it prepares to attack.
Dad and I gasped as a large hole was visible to us. She was killed.
“What happened!?” Dad yelled in terror. “What killed her!?” That statement got me to thank. Was I the only one that can see it. It had dark fur, large,demented,claws, and was covered in blood. It was a wear wolf from bloodborne. How? Why?
It slowly crawled to dad. I was menacing to see it crawl. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. I wanted to fight. I watched it to tear him limb from limb. His scream was too much to hear. I got up and slowly walked to the door. Before I could take a single step, the beast hits me through a window. There was a deep cut on his stomach. The police arrived a large pool of blood was under me. One of them walked to me and threw me his pistol. He made a gun motion with his hand and put it to his head. He wanted me to kill my self. I hear a ton of gun shots and the sound of claws cutting threw skin and bones. I looked at my house and the beast exits. It lunes over me. I place my hand in the pool of blood. I threw my hand at it to blind it with my blood.
What I did was unfathomable. Instead of blinding it hardened and became a weapon. A spike,made of blood’ came out of the pool. I knew what it was. It was blood arts. I gawked at what I did.
I stud up and heard a noise and looked up. I was petrified. The police could see it to. Will I survive the fight. I don’t have a blade.
It was the moon presents. The body Just a large rib cage. The face like a mask made of bone. The skin looked like it came from a corpse. It walked to me and embraced me. I was scared.
A bright light surrounded me. I woke up in a clearing with the Rakuyo in my hand and the garb on. I look at the blade. I point my palm to the sky. The blade dissipated and I looked at my left hand. The pistol the cop gave me is still there. The gun was a G18 pistol. I pointed my left palm to the sky. It dissipated too. I thought of the Chikage and it appears in my right hand. I thought of the Rakuyo and it appeared. I looked like I was still five so I’m happy. I pointed my right palm to the sky. It did dissipated. I tried to put my hand on my chin to think. It was stopped by a makeshift balaclava made of leather. I pulled it down and remembered the hat. I tried to take it off, but it wasn’t there. I put the leather back on my face just over the nose. The hat was there. I pulled it down.
I looked down to see the wound still there. I saw the blood vile and took it pulled it in my hand. I stabbed it into my thigh and it healed the cut. I looked down and the wound was gone. The garb was fixed too.
I saw the pool of blood where I stud. I raised my hand to the pool. I glowed crimson and I wanted to make the Rokuyo out of the blood. I used the blood arts and it worked. I would use this as a parsing tendril. I will ONLY use it if need it.
I turned around to see a pink person with dark pink hair. It saw me.
“Hello. I’m Pinkie Pie. Who are you?” She asked cheerfully. I figured it was a she when I heard the voice. She looked to be my age.
“Michael skyline.” I answered shakily. “What are you?” That question got her to giggle. It was quite cute.
“I’m a pony silly. What are you?” That question hit me hard. Where am I.
“I’m a human. Are we in Yharnam?” I began to thank I was in the forbidden woods.
“No, where in Equestria.” My hart sank. “Let me take you to my home, ponyville. You can tell me why you are sad.”
“”It all started...” And here we are now.” I say to Pinkie Pie.
“That was such a sad story.” Her hair deflated. She gasped which caused me to jump. “Why don’t I introduce you to my friends?” Her hair reflated.
“S- sure.” I stuttered continuing to follow pinkie.
