Female Souls Series and Bloodborne Characters x Male Reader

Crossbreed Priscilla: The Painted World

(Priscilla's POV)

It is a dark and snowy night, as always with the inhabitants doing their normal things...nothing has changed ever since I had been trapped here. It's all just a dark place with snow everyday, the people here are always doing the same thing, not a new face to be seen anywhere, and there is nothing to do here besides talking to the locals. I sigh and shake my head as I walk along the path to my usual hangout spot, where I can get an amazing view of the snowy sky. I really wanted to leave...but because of what happened in the real world...I choose to stay here for everyone's sake. But still...the urge to come back is strong. I slowly look down to the broken bridge that is right in front of me, which happens to be the exit. So many years passed and I still fight the urge to jump there to return to where I came from originally. But the thing is...I'm afraid to come back. What if things are still the same? What would dad think of me coming back? So many thoughts rushing through my head that I just can't think straight. All I want is just some form of comfort. I look back up at the sky then closed my eyes gently, folding my hands together. "I just wish for a sign...a sign of comfort." I say to myself softly and sadly. All of a sudden, I hear screaming. Wait...screaming? As if someone is falling? I open my eyes and quickly look to see where the noise is coming from, only to see a person falling from the sky. Wait a second! A new face! But how?

(Y/N's POV)

One hour ago...

Sometimes I don't understand why I had even returned to that God-forsaken asylum! What happened upon my return is just fighting another giant, thick behind demon! And it looked too similar to the first one! But thankfully, I don't need to return to that place. I explore the cells that I have not opened yet then I begin to notice that there is a doll laying on the floor in one of them. I take a close look at it and for some reason, I feel something from it...like something is telling me to go somewhere. I pick up the doll, gently wiping the dust away from it. I look at it again. "This doll...it's so peculiar...but..." I say to myself before I look behind to look at the hall. "Why is it telling me to go back to Anor Londo?" I think for awhile then shrugged it off. "Maybe it's worth checking out. You'll never know what's there...considering I'm in a world full of monsters and undead folk." I begin my way to the very first bonfire that I had lit up when I woke up from this asylum then sit down in front of it, thinking about the image of Anor Londo's bonfire and the next thing I know, I am already there. But as soon as I got there, I still had no other direction of where I needed to be just from looking at this doll. Suddenly, I heard someone clear their throat. I quickly turn around and see the Firekeeper leaning against the wall as usual...does she ever leave? "You looking for something?" She asked me. I shrug. "To be honest, I don't know. I came here because of this strange doll." I told her as I held up the doll. She looks at it and tilt her head. "Hm...this doll..." She walked to me and leaned down to the doll. "There's something familiar about it...reminds of someone that I know of..." I blinked a few times. "Well? Who does this belong to?" I asked her as I watch her move away to her original spot. "Not too sure...but it may belong to Priscilla." "Priscilla? Who is that?" I then get some kind of strange feeling about the Firekeeper...as if she is...about to send me off somewhere...which I would be correct. "Listen, I don't have all the answers. If you wish to return it, go to the lower levels and approach the painting." She looks away from me and cross her arms. Seeing that, I scoffed and walked off. "Fine then." I leave the area then headed to the painting mentioned by her. It took me quite a while considering the obstacles and enemies I have to go through. But it didn't take long and I come across a few paintings. One of them that caught my eyes was a picture of Gwynevere laying on a giant seat...well, the locals here are right about one thing...she really does carry the holy pair...I shake my head quickly and went back to my search for a painting. But of course, there were many other ones to look at to find the right one. That is until I stopped at one which looks like a painting of a snowy world, which the doll I still carry started to light up and slightly pulse. I look at it then back to the painting, which also seems to be pulsing. Looking at it more, the painting looked warped, like I could simply walk through it. Wanting to test that, I gently place my hand on the painting, resulting in it rippling. But then just as I was about to pull my hand away, my hand gets stuck and I try to force it off the painting. Then suddenly, I get pulled in.