The Fear of the Abyss (SMR X Bleach)

Chapter 1

(I was reminded by a friend that Bleach existed, and, well, one could say that I no longer know peace of mind. Oh well. All characters are aged to be 18 years old and about to leave high school at the start of the story. The reader insert in this story uses a combination of He/him, They/them, and It/its pronouns, though is primarily referred to with He/him. Especially at the start of the fic, the use of it/its is mainly derogatory, as a person who uses it/its that is not meant to be a general statement on the usage of those pronouns. Hope you enjoy his funky design. I had fun making it. And as always I use the manga first and anime second.

Warning this story contains: drug use, past ‌underage drug use, underage drinking, underage sexual activity, religious imagery, homophobia, depersonalization/derealization/dissociation, mentally ill reader, both positive and negative views on religion, instances and mentions of stalking, Inhuman reader, lovecraftian themes, heavy existential dread/crisis, Gothic elements, body horror, animal death, cults, symbolism (actually way too much symbolism), abuse of authority and religion, self hate, self-destructive behavior, mentions of codependency, unreality, emetophobia, etc.)

Title: A god in the mind and a weapon in shape.

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Just remember,

This is not for you.

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"Huh...? Don't play dumb with me! I heard you loud and clean, and that's the problem! What the fuck do you mean, you lost it?!" The creature howled. It was a strange beast in looks resembling something mixed between a wolf and spider, and at the moment it was undoubtable pissed off. Its muzzle tilted towards the humanoid figure who remained kneeling on the ground with their head pressed to the ground, as if in prayer. Sharp talons ripped into the sand as the humanoid figure made a panicked noise as they shook their head in response. Which caused the beast to rear back and stomp its paws. "No! Tell me you're joking!"

"Stop yelling!" They finally snapped back, almost howling in their panic, whipping their head around to glare at the massive beast. "Do you really think I would joke about that? What do you think Lord Aizen will say to me when I tell him that I lost that weapon in the Land of the Living? After all that he went through...all the effort of breaking into that Shinigami's lab?! He'll kill me! He'll kill the both of us for failing...there's...he's going to kill me...there's no way we can show our-"

The beast lunged before the other could finish their panicked delusions, sharp talons pressing into flesh, and the other's eyes barely widened in surprise beneath the mask as its muzzle connected. A sickening mixture of mandibles, canines, molars, and incisors. They screamed as their mask was torn apart beneath the creature's snapping jaws.

For a moment, all was silent.

Arrancar stained in the blood of Fracción.

Beast stained in the gore of a humanoid creature.

Broken bits of mask falling to the ground as it looked down upon the loyal servant, now dead and in shredded remains. There was a sense of amusement somewhere in the beast's mind as it stared. Because once the existence of the servant had been enough to make it happy. To be important enough to have one at its beck and call. That was a sign that it could live another day despite not taking a human form like the others.

There, amidst the strange amusement and joy, in the silence that follows a murder, a tug came upon its mind.

A butterfly flaps its wings.

"I'm sorry, but the weapon was lost."

There's a spike of anger there. Then all the questioning begins. Despite a lord and master not being present, the beast has no choice but to bow its head till the tip of its nose touches the bloody ground.