You

God, you wanted to see Timmy.

That pistol was your child. You cleaned it, fed it, everything! The Kirkhammer was more like the child that grew up into an adult but refuses to leave home. Not that you mind, it does an excellent job. But Timmy on the other hand, that was the prodigy out of the two. Sure, good ol' Kirk could turn into a hammer. But Timmy could blast someones head off from afar. That earned Timmy the 'Inanimate Child of The Year' award.

You were forced into an all white room. Honestly, everything here was just too bright for you. You had to squint your eyes while you were forced into a chair, your hands being bound to the sides of it with some sort of mechanical device. You really didn't like where this was headed, but you didn't have much of a choice. "Can I atleast dictate who eats my brains first?"

"What?! N-No- We would never do that!" Luna said with a disgusted face, which earned you a smile. Well, maybe they just wanted to dig out your brains and put a candle in it. You could be one of those pumpkin things. You know, the ones that you always loved to make but hated digging the disgusting seeds out of? That's the one.

"Doctor, is the machine compatible with him?" Celestia asked an unknown horse in the room.

"It should work with every species, Princess. Just tap into the machine with your magic, and you should be able to surge through his body and into his thoughts."

"May I do it now?" Celestia asked eagerly, to which the Doctor shook his head.

"In just a minute. It takes a little to fully turn on."

You didn't know what they were talking about. That was, until you got a closer look at the chair you were sitting in. It had all sorts of weird pipes, glowing different colors wrapping around the chair and underneath it. You hadn't seen such a color palette like that in a long time, with the bright blues and reds, oranges and purples. It was actually really exciting to watch the colors surge through the pipes.

"Now you can, Princess."

You looked up to Celestia, who's horn was now glowing yellow. Uh oh.

ZAP!

Aaannd, everything is black again. Are you dead for real this time?

"A strange conscience."

Oh no...

She was in your head, wasn't she?

"Hey, can you like, get the fuck out of my head? Look, you can eat my brains, but don't fuck with my mind."

"As my sister already stated, we would never do such a thing. What makes you believe we would?"

"Is there anything proving that you wouldn't?"

[i}"You really know nothing about me nor my sister, do you?"

"Nope, and I don't really care."

You could feel your body re-materialize. Stretching your fingers out in front of you, you laughed a little. "There's that tingly feeling once again." You said. A moment later, Celestia, the damned Ludwig clone herself appeared in front of you in the darkness.

"I have the same control over your memories as you do now." She said. "Is there anything I should be expecting, that would be incriminating of you?"

You shrugged. "I mean, I did almost fuck a mummy. But, in my defense, I was high on blood-cocktails. So, you can't really judge me."

She gave you a slightly disgusted, yet intrigued look. The same look that you get when someone asks you if you want to see something really disgusting, and you know it is going to be disgusting, but that curiosity just needs to be sated. Celestia's horn began to glow yellow once again, and you appeared in a field of white flowers.

Hey, it's the place Gehrman beheaded you.

The strange thing though, was that you could see yourself fighting Gehrman. You were a spectator to your own fight, which provided quite the unique perspective on things that went down. You looked to Celestia, who was now beside you, who had a questioning look on her face. "What is this?"

"Oh, this is where I was beheaded."

"What?"

Instead of answering, you pointed.

"Hunter, do you have any parting words?"

You could see yourself smile through your mask. "You're a weird fucking creep, you know that? I'm pretty sure you fuck that doll of yours every-time I'm out and about, doing whatev-" Gehrman had pulled the scythe towards himself in a motion so fast, you could hardly see it. Your head, no, not you, the other you, had fallen clean off, to which your body fell forward.

Another moment of tingliness, you found yourself in the same room you appeared in after you were beheaded. Luna's room. Again, you were viewing it as a spectator would. Seeing yourself was quite a strange experience, but man, you really didn't know how badass you looked until now.

Badass, or edgy? You couldn't tell.

"What? How did you appear here... what?" Celestia asked herself. "L-Lets.. rewind." She said, to which you felt another moment of tingliness. Instead of being in Luna's room, as you were a moment before, you were now in the streets of Yharnam. You missed the place already.

"God- I wish I could've been able to do this before. This is way too cool." You said as you watched yourself butcher the insane, monster-like denizens of Yharnam. You remembered this memory, actually. It was the first time you fought a giant. Of course, right now you were massacring the weird men with pitchforks, but in a couple of minutes you'd fight that ugly giant with a brick.

Oh, the joy you had. You could faintly remember when you had hardly any responsibilities. All you had to do, was kill.

"This place is.. vile. It's-"

"Great, I know." You said. "I'd really appreciate it if you'd take me out of that nightmare I was just in, and place me back here. Or, do I have to kill one of you to do it?"

"Wait wait wait-" Celestia said, waving a hoof at me. "So, you're from this place."

"Yes."

"And- you were beheaded... and sent to my sisters room."

"Yes."

"I... have no words." With another flash of her horn, you appeared in a pool of blood along with her. You were facing what seemed to be a stoney hallway, before hearing a loud screech behind you.

Oh no..

Hesitantly you turned around, only to see yourself, holding your Kirkhammer, facing Ludwig. You could see now that the size-difference was immense. Ludwig was easily hundreds of times bigger than you, and you seemed so small and puny. All of that fear you had during the fight resurged.

"Ah- no- switch- switch!" You yelled, shielding your eyes from the sight.

You tried to turn around, but you were back in the chair from before. Whatever had happened, you no longer were in your memories. You thanked the gods abo- actually, the gods were dicks. You swore at the gods above, and looked around the room, making sure that you were truly away from that scary place.

You were getting sweaty.

"Sister? Sister, what did you see?"

Celestia stared at you, before clearing her throat. "I-I... It wasn't... I don't know.."

"You fucking bitch- you made me remember! I really, really didn't want to see that fuckers face again!" You yelled. You had only remembered Ludwigs appearance in general, but not in detail. During the fight, you were too busy trying to kill the damn thing. But, being a spectator, you were able to get a good, long, detailed look at it.

If you were two years younger, you would've pee'd your pants.

Thankfully, you were a big strong boy.

"What does he speak of, sister?"

"I..."

Celestia tried formulating words, but kept failing. Luna groaned in annoyance, and looked to Stonewall. "Release him, and put him back in his cell. I'll be taking my sister into a private meeting, please join us after the escort."

"Yes ma'am." Stonewall said, releasing the binds that held you in the chair. "Come on." He said before slapping cuffs onto your wrists once again. When you didn't move for a good five or so seconds, you were pushed by an invisible force. "I said, come on."

"You sound twelve, trying to act like your thirty. Have you even hit puberty yet?" You joked.

"Hey- my voice may not fit me, but I can prove to be more than intimidating by other means."

"Mhm, like what?"

Stonewall groaned. "Like... Like telling other guards what to do. Commanding others makes them intimidated by you."

You laughed, loudly this time. You could only imagine what he'd sound like, trying to order other horses around. "You- over there, yeah you, get me my milk!" You said, imitating his voice. This earned you an angry look from him, but you didn't really care much.

It only took a couple of minutes before you were at your cell again. "In." He said. You took a step in and turned around, presenting the cuffs to him. With a flash of his horn, and a click of the cuffs, they fell onto the floor. "Now, please, don't force me to punish you. You need to be more respectfu-"

Stonewall fell to the floor not a second after you sent your first flying to his face. He really just stood there, with your cell still open, and your cuffs off. It was a prime opportunity to make an escape. And, an escape, you will make. You immediately got to searching the tiny bag that he carried, in which you found a set of keys.

Alright, you were well on your way to freedom.

You made it to the opposite door from the one you came in from, jamming each of the keys into the lock until it opened. You entered into a hallway, many windows dotting the sides of it. It was still day, the bright shining light passing through the decorated glass.

You knew what room to look for. The only problem was, you didn't know how to get there.

With each minute that passed by with you searching in the lonely hallway, you began to get more and more nervous. Who knew what could possibly happen. A ludwig could come out of nowhere, and surprise attack you. Or, maybe one of those taller ludwigs would come out and punish you.

Whatever, you were to far to give up now!

"It's easier to find a prostitute than this damned armor- oh!" You found the room you were looking for. You looked for any of the keys that were marked with armory, but all of them weren't labeled. Seriously, how did they know what key went to what? With each key you fumbled around with, your nervousness grew threefold.

Also, the footsteps down the hallway about to round the corner didn't help that.

With the final key you tried, you were able to get the door open, and shut behind you. You did it, you were in the armory. Now to find Timm-

"Wow, you escaped?"

Uh oh.

You slowly turned to the left, to which the same horse that met you upon your awakening in the cell, was sitting in a chair. She looked at you casually, chewing what seemed to be gum. "Wow, I didn't think you'd be able to do it. I heard the Princess' were going to interrogate you or somethin'."

"Uh... yeah..? T-They uh, they told me that I was free to go, and to get my weapons. Y-you wouldn't happen to know where they would be, would you?"

She gave you an amused look. "They let you free, huh? And they just gave you a guards set of keys because they trusted you that much."

"Uh.. Yeah?"

She pointed over to a locker in the corner. "Alright then. They're there."

You slowly made your way to the locker, opening it with the large handle, ready to finally meet again with your children. Yet...

There was nothing in it.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot, Luna took it to her room." The horse said with an amused tone. "Dang, that sucks for ya' bud. Her rooms all the way down the other side of the castle. Might be able to make it if you run for it, but I doubt it. But, I'll make ya' a deal."

You turned to her.

"If ya' make it to her room before I can catch ya', I'll walk away. I ain't had a good chase in awhile, so entertain me, would you?"

"Pft." You said. "You have no idea who your messing with. As soon as I'm out that door, i'm flyin' out of here!"

"Who said it started out the door?" She said.

"Oh..."

The horse lunged at you, to which you sidestepped to the left, and ran to the door, busting open onto the other side with immense speed. The once empty hallway was now crawling with other horses, some in armor, others not. Whatever the hell happened, it was now a minefield.

You dodged inbetween horses, trying not to slow your speed down as you could hear the fast footsteps behind you. Damn, that horse was fast! You considered it cheating. They had four legs, you only had two! That's twice the amount of you, that's an unfair advantage!

"Keep runnin' you two legged weirdo! I'm comin'!" You heard from behind you.

Heh, like hell you were stopping. You were going to get to that room, get your weapons, and get the fuck out of this nightmare. Atleast, thats what you were hoping. Usually things didn't pan out for you, no matter how hard you tried. You clasped your hands together.

May the gods have mercy on you.

Author's Note

Another one, in the same day too.

Sorry, just couldn't stop writing today.