Hello, I'm GunzerkingDunce, I'm new to writing, Fiction or fan-made. I've been playing Bloodborne from From Software studios and I've binged watched RWBY a youtube animated series by Monty Oum, (May he rest in peace) and I've noticed crossovers between the two. What with the weapons and all that. So here I am writing a crossover for the summer. My grammar will be dreadful and I apologize. Warning spoilers for Bloodborne. Now we begin.

Prolouge

In the dark below the ground lies the remains of an old civilization. One which had advances like no other. They used the essence of the living to fuel their technological advances. That essence being blood. Blood had properties like no other medicinal prescription. It healed the most ghastly of wounds and cured the most volatile of ailments. But the blood came with a price, it transformed men and women into beasts and monsters. For you see the blood came from those of the cosmos, the blood proved to much for many driving them mad in search of more.

They had followed the steps of an even older civilization. The remains old and decayed forming a labyrinth of death and despair. This is where the kin of the cosmos were found. This is how the land known as Yharnam fell. With it's beasts plague the residents turned on each other, burning each other alive or dead. Even as far as to set homes on fire with families on the inside.

This is the setting our hero was thrown into. He was a foreigner, found injured and on the verge of death. The blood minister of the clinic transfused the tainted Yharnam blood in his own. He was caught in limbo, neiher a native Yharnamite nor a measly foreigner. The only choice given to him was to join the hunt.

The Hunt was not for the feint, the newly named "hunter" had barely made it out the clinic only to meet his end at the edge of a mad man's axe., but he did not die there, no, that is where his dream and nightmare began. In front of him was a old hunting lodge, on the stairs leading towards the entrance he found messengers. He was given weapons, the choice of a threaded cane, a hunter's axe, or a deadly contraption known as a saw cleaver, the last being what he chose. Now armed he traversed Central Yharnam, fighting hordes of men driven by bloodlust. He had eventually stumbled across a bridge, to be met by the howl of a humongous beast. It's howl pierced the sky as it lunged for him. With clumsy evasions and nervous shots from his pistol he defeated the beast. He stumbled for the lamp which would return him to the dream.

That is where he saw her, before she was nothing but a doll, sitting lifeless. Now she stands to greet him, he was amazed by the doll. She spoke of caring for him and granting him power for the blood that he gains. After he gained the strength and health to continue he bowed towards the doll and she promptly responded. With an almost love struck grin the man returned to his hunt.

The hunter traversed through Yharnam gaining skills, attire and weapons alike. Precariously fighting through each area, he questioned the purpose of the hunt while fighting through Old Yharnam. He fought through to the Grand Cathedral, only to find the beast plague had infected them as well. He slew the witches of Hemwick and conquered Cainhurst Castle. He fought his way out of the Hypogean Gaol, after being kidnapped. He traversed The Forbidden Woods in order to reach Byrgenwerth college, to find answers. From there it only led to more harrowing plights. The Blood Moon had awakened and with it , abominations. He was returned to the Unseen Village where the beasts were not mere monsters of fur and claw. Now they were cobbled together monstrosities, made of meat and bone. Many constantly revived from the dreaded bell maidens. He had to slay a seemingly walking cesspool of gore and bile in order to progress.

After all these his hunt was nearing it's end, but his nightmare was beginning. In the Nightmare of Mensis, the hunter faced enemies neither beast nor human. They were of mutations of the kin of the cosmos. Twisted beings that existed before man, now they use them to substain themselves. He learns this as he traversed the nightmare. He learned of the dream and the nightmare, all fabrications of these great ones. He climbed the massive structure of hollow bones and brick , he fought and killed the Host of the Nightmare and gained the cage of Mensis. Eventually he reached the true nightmare. A hollow dress, it's design much like that of the Doll's clothing, armed with blades. The battle was difficult, every second there was a slash or the dress would engulf itself in dark mist and summon clones to assist it . With one last finishing blow the nightmare was slain, and the wails of the infant, present since the Blood Moon, ceased. Ending in giggles from the music box the hunter had gained from a Yharnamite girl. In his hand was a third of a umbilical cord. When he touched it he gained the knowledge to that he could end the nightmare and dream.

He traveled to the Cathedral Ward to search for more answers, he was met with a trail of blood leading towards the sewers. He followed the trail to be met by Adriana the woman of pleasure, whom he had guided towards the cathedral for safety. In her arms was an abominable child, one hand held a knife poised to strike. Before the hunter could stop her, she stabbed the infant repeatedly. Repeating, "This cannot be, this is not my child, IT'S NOT POSSIBLE". Eventually the mental toll and death of the still connected newborn was to great and she died on the spot, from her corpse was another Third Umbilical Chord.

The hunter was awestruck, he envisioned the symbol that would return him to dream. He wanted to dream and forget the sight. When he appeared inside the dream, the hunter was greeted by his haven engulfed in flames. The Doll stood there in front of the flames without a single ounce of care or worry, quickly as humanly possible the hunter grabbed the Doll and held her. Shaking in fear and worry, the Doll comforted him like she always did.

"There there good hunter..." she spoke in her quiet whisper of a voice. "Kasper..." The hunter spoke then continued, "please Sweet Doll, comfort me by name." The Doll responded by holding him tight and saying, "There there, dear Kasper, I am here".

With renewed purpose the now named Kasper traveled back to Cathedral Ward. He searched the old workshop that was connected to the ward. Finding paths ascending and descending, he chose to ascend first, there he found the Upper Cathedral Ward. He saw more monstrous beings that could have been an infant at some point. He fought mad men and lycanthropes in the dark and found a key to the Orphanage. There he fought through hordes of blue alien creatures. The last to fall had dropped a key, he explored the Upper Cathedral Ward with vigor, searching every nook and cranny. Finally he found a door hidden by a trick of the eyes. In the room the hunter was taken aback, hanging were blank representations of humans. He saw a work table with wood carving tools and blood in vials. Varying shades of the essence scattered about. On a peace of parchment he saw a rendition, a rendition of the Plain Doll...this must have been where she was created he concluded.

A small feeling inside of him told him to take one of the vessels. He had no reason to do so, but something told him it is needed. He grabbed one with roughly the same size and body build as he has and returned to the Dream with a Bold Hunter's Mark. With the wooden creation over his shoulder he hefted it towards the one of the headstones. He went to visit the doll, to find her dozing off. With reluctance he shook her awake, asking her to embolden his sickly spirit. After the blood transfusion Kasper gave a bow and a thanks to the Doll. Without thinking he took her head and planted a kiss on her forehead. Realizing what he had done he quickly apologized and rushed towards the headstone to take him back towards the ward. He did not notice the Doll's pale face appear to darken grey around her cheeks.

Returning to the Old Church Workshop he began his precarious descent down the pillars. With a torch equipped in his left hand he fell and fell, ocassionally injecting blood to heal his legs. With one failed jump he prepared for his re awakening at the dream. His body made contact with wood instead of stone like he was expecting. He looked up, surprised at his survival, to face a large wood door. He pushed through the large doors as was greeted by an all to famililar sight. He saw the dream, or what had been it's origin. The layout all the same, he ran up the steps to look inside. It was almost barren, except for a few scarce items. He found a gold hair ornament, thinking to himself the Doll would look perfect with it, and looked up from the ornament to have his breath taken away. In front of him sat the Doll, the exact clothes and hair. The same copper orbs he looked into every awakening. He approached the Doll seeing no reaction towards it. He brushed it's hair and questioned the Doll's placement here in reality. He stood after placing another kiss on the real Doll's forehead and stood. He saw on the Memory Altar another Third Umbilical Cord. He grabbed it and envisioned the mark to return. Again not noticing the gray hue the doll had.

With all three, he still had know idea what to do with them. With all three together, he started to hear a calling. To consume them for his use. Giving into the temptation he crushed all three in his hands and his mind felt awakened. He rush over to the Doll to greet her, after a bow he began to speak to her. He spoke of what he found and her origin. He also gifted her the hair ornament. Her reaction filled him with a sense of accomplishment. To give the Doll a emotional sentiment, to see her shed a single tear of joy, made him feel at ease. To give thanks to Kasper she did a peculiar thing, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. Out of shock, Kasper started to stutter a response, ending in incoherent ramblings. His rambles were stopped by the Doll's laughter. He stopped his mumbles and began to laugh with her. After both calmed they stood in a comfortable silence. The Doll was the first to speak ,"Dear Kasper, I thank you for the feelings you have shown me today, I have never felt anything like them before." Kasper was quick to embrace her after her praise. "Sweet Doll, I shall show what it means to truly be alive, I shall return to you after I speak with Gherman. I promise to return to you, I swear by it".

Kasper descending the small ramp leading to the gate. At his feet he noticed the messengers pull at his pants, he patted there heads in affection and entered the gates. The area was a stark contrast to all the atrocities he'd seen, save the Sweet Doll. On the hilltop he spotted his mentor. Gherman sat in his wheelchair, breathly shallowly like he always does. Once Kasper approached Gherman began to speak. "Good hunter, you've done well, the night is near it's end. Now I will show you mercy. You will die, forget the dream, and awake under the morning sun. You will be freed from this terrible hunter's dream." Kasper's mind was torn forget the dream, forget the horrors, forget the monsters...Forget the Doll. No he made her a promise, he cannot go back on his word. Kasper declined the offer and to his shock Gherman began to shake his head. "Oh dear oh dear, What was it? The hunt? The Blood? Or the horrible dream. It alwas comes down to the hunter's helper after all to clean these messes. Tonight Gherman joins the hunt". During the monologue Kasper had not paid mind to his teacher standing up, both legs intact and the large scythe on his back. "No no Gherman, I do not wish this, I only wanted to remain here for the Sweet Doll, not for this damnable hunt nor the wretched blood." Kasper tried to defend. Gherman laughed bitterly at that, "She's is nothing but wood and blood, you are a fool for falling for such a being, much like I was to create such a thing."

"No, Gherman, I cannot allow you to force me to awaken, this dream is true. What you may see as a nightmare, I see as a dream. This haven has become my home, I will not leave it", Kasper said with conviction, the saw cleaver in his grasp screeching as he activated the mechanism to open the blade.

"Foolish hunter, you must accept your death, be freed, for you must!". Gherman shouted as he lunged towards Kasper with near impossible speed. Kasper had no more than a second to react, he ducked a swipe aimed for his head and retaliated with a slash. The saw cleaver's teeth digging into Gherman's body with the swift strikes Kasper delivered. Kasper was given no more than two attacks before he dodged another slice from the scythe. Kasper backpedaled attempting to read his old mentor's next attack. Gherman held his trick weapon in a stance, which held the blade along his spine, with no more than a second wasted Gherman striked. There Kasper saw his oppurtunity, loading his blunderbuss with bone ash, he fired. Gherman was stunned from the blast of quick silver, it's effectiveness nearly tripled by the bone ash, he stooped low to try and recover from the blast. Kasper used this opportunity to act, he thrusted his fist into Gherman's stomach and retched his hand out. Gherman's blood re vitalizing him and damaging his opponent.

"Damnable hunter, you use what I tought you against me, this night is only one of many, accept your fate you damn fool." Gherman growled out as the wound in his stomach healed over. "Never, this place whether dream or nightmare is where I will reside with or without your consent." Kasper said back.

"So be it hunter," Gherman said as he looked towards the moon, "you damnable thing, you've kept me here now grant me power to end this delusional fool!" The moon seemed to respond to his request and Gherman was enveloped in a blinding arcane light. The flash blinded Kasper, with pure instinct he quickly backstepped, but he was still cut by Gherman's blade. The sharpened stone sliced through his flesh with little to no effort. With practiced action, Kasper quickly injected blood into his leg to heal the gash in his arm.

"Gherman, please I beg of you, stop his madness."Kasper pleaded.

"Hehehee, you poor deluded fool, this madness knows no end. It is carried in the blood of man, a backbone towards its makeup. It is apart of us, the beings above us only awaken that madness. Now awaken and feed the Moon's being, HAHAHA", Gherman laughed in a maddened glee, the rush of power dulling his mind. Without so much as a blink Gherman was on him again, hoping to cleave his head from his shoulders. With hitched breath Kasper pulled the trigger on his blunderbuss, with luck his shot stunned Gherman just long enough to quickly dodge to the left. With a fumbled grip Kasper held a yellowed bone and focused his mind on the arcane inside of it. The bone granted him enhanced speed, ironically the bone was that of Gherman's old apprentice. Kasper's speed was only just to that of Gherman's, as they flashed across the field exchanging blows. Blood sprayed across the white flowers that populated the field. The owners of said blood sparing no mind, for both of them had more blood to inject and spill. Kasper's mind was on edge, watching every move his ex-mentor made, reacting accordingly. When Gherman attacked he dodged and responded with another slash. Gherman's near inhuman leaps left this task near impossible. Gherman's attacks varied between his scythe swipes and slashs from his untransformed blade. His old mentor's firearms were not to be trifled with either, his blunderbuss' spread was twice the spread of his, and his pistol left him dazed from the powerful blow.

Gherman leapt into the air while Kasper kneeled, stunned by quicksilver bullet shot by Gherman, with a swipe the ground seemed to buckle and the sheer force of the swing left a trail in the flower beds. Kasper was running out of ammunition, his quicksilver bullet supply spent up on failed riposte attempts. He felt how light the pouch that held his blood vials was becoming. Guessing he only had a few left, 5 at the most. He needed to end this quickly as possible or he would have to say goodbye to his dream. In between his frantic dodges he cut his leg with a small blade. The blood collecting in rivulets and eventually hardening into rotund projectiles. With desperate hands he loaded his blunderbuss with the five blood bullets and looked for the opportune moment to pull the trigger.

Gherman had untransformed his weapon moments before and seemingly teleported towards Kasper. Time slowed as the shortened blade came towards him, there he saw his moment. Kasper pulled the trigger on the blunderbuss and Gherman kneeled stunned by the bullets that were as volatile as mercury. Without hesitation Kasper striked forgoing his own hand for that of the blade of his saw cleaver. The serrated blade tore through Gherman's abdomen and ripped whatever life he had left.

"The Night and the Dream were long,hehe, now I am free from this accursed place. Good Hunter," Gherman choked out as he slowly faded,"Do not give in to it, for it will trap you in a limbo in which there is no living, do no be consumed...", Gherman slowly faded to blue mist, the power haze that blinded him seem to leave his mind. Gherman's weapon laid on the ground it's owner deceased, Kasper picked up the wicked blade and felt the weight that it held. He could some how feel all the lives of hunters of the past that were taken by this blade. The Burial Blade, the name suddenly came to him, the lives of long dead hunters that were slain by this blade.

Kasper stood there tired from his battle and mind befuddled by Gherman's last words. What had he meant by not letting "It" consume him what was "It". His mind started to buzz and his sight was drawn towards the ever present moon. Kasper's mind seemed to roar with pain, a thunderous roar resounded in his skull. Floating towards him was a true nightmare, the body was thin and seemed to resemble that of a rib cage, behind were tentacles of black and red. To many to truly count and it's face, or lack there of, was nothing but craters in a large rocky mass. The monster descended towards Gherman's old wheelchair, somehow unscathed in the battle, and held it as if it was it's child. It screeched in what sounded like sorrow and with sudden rage threw the chair against the tree, crushing the last remnant of Gherman The First Hunter. It's large head swiveled towards Kasper, as he stood stunned by malevolence the creature seemed to secrete. Within moments the creature had him in it's grasp of tentacles and arms and Kasper tried to struggle. The creature seemed to try and lull him with it's mind, wiggling it's control into his brain. Stay. It seemed to whisper in his mind. Be safe here within this dream. Kasper felt tired and wanted so desperately to rest, to sleep forever in this dream.

Dear Kasper,what is this I'm feeling, tell me is it joy? Dear Hunter...

With a jolt Kasper's mind awoke, remembering what waited for him and his promise. He struggled and the creature responded with more anger and fervor, NO STAY, YOU SHALL STAY! Kasper could not move and his mind was fighting the influence, with a sudden jolt he remembered the umbilical cords and how they granted him insight. Focusing his mind he somehow repelled the being, escaping it's death hold on him.

The creature crouched stunned from the sudden force, when it recovered it howled with rage and lunged towards Kasper. Kasper, armed with the Burial Blade, barely ducked it's wild strikes. With the extended reach of the scythe, Kasper managed to cut the monster's back, leaving trails of silver blood. The creature quickly turned and swipe at him again, the blow knocking him against one of the unbroken pyres. Kasper recovered as quickly as he could and injected blood into his leg. Hearing no clinking in his satchel he could only guess that was his last. He had one chance and no more his last battle, to end his nightmare.

With adrenaline in his poison blood, Kasper rushed the creature and began feverishly slashing it's mangled body. The creature screeched in pain and swiped at Kasper in blind rage. Kasper quickly dodged to his right towards the creature, to both dodge the attack and retaliate himself. The blade made quick work of the beast's extra appendages and eventually the creature was incapacitated by the injuries . It laid stunned from pain, which gave Kasper ample time to attack, he quickly rammed his hand into the creature and ripped, bringing blood and even apart of it's maw with it. This enraged the creature, it's next attack seemed a desperate attempt. The creature swiped at Kasper while swinging it's remaining tentacles and Kasper was forced to dodge back, giving the creature enough room to start grasping it's injured face. With a blinding red light emitting from the creature, Kasper felt his energy drain and his body begin to die. Kasper was confused by this, but wasted no time attacking the creature, which stood drained from it's attack. With each consecutive strike Kasper felt more and more revitalized. Rallying his health back from the blood of the creature. With the scythe held in the stance his late mentor seemed to favor, he swiped the blade towards the creature. The blade embedded itself with little effort and the creature's dying screech was heard. The body began to fade, loosening it's grip on his weapon. Kasper had done it he had won, his nightmare was slain. The dream should be all that remains, his vision blackened and his mind drifted. When he wakes he will be with his sweet doll, from now on.

Beasts all over the shop

A hunter must hunt

You must be the new hunter

Are you a hunter, can you help me find my mum

Dear hunter

Mister Hunter

Good Hunter

HUNTER

HUNTER

HUNTER!

Voices, voices everywhere, all he could hear cold, cold was all he felt. Warmth need warmth, PLEASE.

Kasper felt nothing, yet everything. He felt the dream world and reality, all existing on one plane. He felt cold, warm, pain, and pleasure all at once. He need warmth most of all.

Are you cold dear hunter?

Doll! Kasper felt himself be picked up, by a pair of arms, enveloping him in warmth.

The Doll had her arms secured around the slug creature, somehow knowing this was her dear hunter, her Kasper. "Oh dear Kasper, it is all right, I am here like i've always been", she consoled the creature.

She had stayed by his side since his first awakening and she would stay with him now. Her hunter had changed, not his current form,no. He had changed along his hunt, he began speaking to her as if she were real and alive. He spoke of his adventures and seeked comfort from his brutal deaths. She gave him a ear to listen, she gave him a anchor to keep a float. She gave him warmth when the world was cold towards him. With Kasper in her arms, she vowed to continue being his warmth.

'Sweet Doll...',Kasper thought, his form without a means to communicate. He began to nestle in the dolls embrace, when he suddenly remembered. THE EMPTY VESSEL! Squirming in the Doll's grip he managed to slip out her arms. The Doll gasped in suprise at Kasper's sudden struggle and began to panic as he squirmed on the ground. He wiggle towards the fountain, where he had left the vessel. He manage to crawl towards the wooden creation. Now on top of the hard wood surface, he began worming his appendages into the solid wood. He extended them and thinned them to the size of veins, nestling each into the body. He felt the feet, hands and arms become his. He felt his body seemingly shrink, to a size of a heart. He moved appendages into the head and tried to reconstruct his facial features. The power he had in this form seemingly allowed him to mold reality. He gave the wood machination his short jet black hair. He formed eyes to match his old dark hazel eyes. He had spectacles, but he broke them sometime during his hunt and nightmare. He chose not to be blind in this body. Nestling his shrunken body into the chest he closed the wood around it to protect it. He blinked his new eyes and moved his new limbs. His arms and legs segmented and body solid as wood. It felt odd in the body, he still felt blood through his "veins" though he suspected it was no longer that of a humans.

Meanwhile, the Doll saw all this take place. The creature that was Kasper crawled towards the wooden puppet and seem to envelope it in it's "strings". Taking control of the empty vessel and making it into the image of her dear hunter. She stood there befuddled by the events, subconsiously tilting her head. Her thoughts were broken by the movement of the puppet and it's laughter. It laughed with the laugh of her hunter and spoke with his voice.

"Sweet Doll, It...It is me Kasper, your hunter." The puppet spoke, and with that voice and tone she saw now that the puppet was her hunter. She picked up the hem of her dress and rushed at Kasper and wrapped her arms around him. Both settled into the embrace, contempt with each others presence. Then Kasper began to notice one small detail, his clothes weren't on the puppets body... with that thought he leapt out of the embrace and began to frantically look for his hunter garb. The Doll was startled when the embrace was broken. She looked at her hunter as he began to frantically look around. She tilted her head as he ran around until he found his garb discarded along with the Burial Blade. All the while Kasper's face was beginning to show a gray hue. As Kasper quickly slipped on his garb, he began to hear a familiar sound. The Doll's giggles, which were quite infectious, as he began to laugh along with the Doll, he walked towards her to embrace her again now clothed.

There arms wrapped around each other again and their moment returned. The hunting lodge's fire had extinguished and the messengers appeared around them. They stayed in the dream, making it their home. They remain in the dream as time passed, decades to centuries, to eons. They remained, as Yharnam was torn down, replaced by civilization after civilization. Each having no need for hunters, therefore no need for the hunter's dream. But one civilization did have need for hunters, for they had a threat as deadly as the beast scourge. This civilization built over the land that was Yharnam, that civilization was the beginnings of a land known as Remnant.