A new life...? (MHA x Hollow Knight! Reader)

Meeting the Elderbug

Third person's POV:

Time has passed. He was still falling for how long (Y/N) didn't know. Surely a few minutes. Wind had fairly much accompanied him through his fall. And then...

Thump.

Some creatures, most likely birds, flew away from the loud noise. The small knight got in contact with the soil. Strangely, he didn't expect to not take any damage on his body, but the weaponed person still felt pain, only a little.

(Y/N) wiped the imaginary dust off of his figure and checked for his nail as he stood up to get a proper look at his surroundings. It was like a cave: the walls were rocky, and if the shell masked guy was to climb it, he'd for sure fall back down.

Nevertheless, there were a few ways for (Y/N) to conquer. The first one was behind him, but it barely had any sunlight. Another and the last one stood before him, stretching further and further as he got closer. Eventually, the hollow and bug like person took the lit path laying in front of him.

As he stepped through, the only thought creeping his mind was where it would lead. Small amounts of dust flew up at each step he took. It's probably an abandoned cave or something...

But soon, another creature crossed paths with the curious wanderer. It was some kind of bug, what species it could may be, (Y/N) couldn't find out. However, an aspect of its appearance was odd. Its eyes were dark, just like the small knights', but an orange point on each eye loomed through. Almost giving him the feeling of a dangerous aura.

Immediately, (Y/N) drew his nail and went for a vertical swing. The bug in front of him screeched in pain as it skidded back from the strike's impact, and golden-like fluids escaped the creature's head. Another quick attack from the knight's weapon caused the emergence of orange infectuous gas in shapes of clouds from the smaller creature, and then it fell on its back, struggling to return on the ground, and fell limp.

Silence broke in again. The shell horned individual proceeded to walk past the dead creature, shifting his weapon back on the wearer's back. Ignoring what has happened earlier (Y/N) began to examine more of the so-called cave, marking out differences, if possible.

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There were no changes. Quite literally. More than a quarter hour had passed, and the weaponized person still walked the same path he'd started a while ago. All he had noticed until now would be that the walls had spread apart, only a certain degree.

However, (Y/N) saw a light emerge from far away. A bright light. An unnaturally bright light, a light which, for some reason, called out for him. Having fallen into this hypnosis, the knight's feet moved more quickly. The light approached fast, and echoes from the weaponized person's footsteps were now audible.

As (Y/N) and the bright light's positions closed, the wanderer was soaked in a bath of exhilarating light. It stung in his eyes so much, to the point where he closed his eyelids to slots. After some time, the overwhelming brightness of the light faded as the knight's eyes adjusted themselves. He slowly opened his left, then his right.

The wanderer's surroundings became clear and stabilized. Around him adorned the structures of tall and small buildings, but they seemed... empty and old. Their lights weren't functioning, if not flackering. Slendering closer to that place, (Y/N) could point out a single man in the middle of it. That person seemingly wore an identical mask, with a half clircled slit at the bottom of it. He was also larger, but the wooden walking stick somehow gave him the vibe of an older, aged individual. Eventually, the man's shoulders were covered by a fading grey cape, effectively keeping its wearer warm and heated, from what (Y/N) noted.