genderbent! The Doll x reader -Bloodborne-
You’ve awoken in this strange dreamland, you lie on the cold hard ground, the blades of grass sharp against your body. the fog clouds your vision as you stir awake, body aching as you rub your head, gently placing your hands on the ground. You flop onto your side and push your torso up just to enough to look around hazily.
You freeze. Your eyes burn and blur as you try to force them open to look around in the unfamiliar place, taking in the sight of the fog as your eyes land down to your hands, scraped, bruised and lightly bleeding, a dull ache goes through your palms. You have no memory of how you got here.
You rub your eyes quickly and push yourself onto your feet, stumbling as you try to balance yourself. You freeze for a moment, unsure where to go or what to do.
“Hello?” You say weakly, trying to sound sure of yourself and confident.
a soft, gentle voice cuts through the fog. You whip your head around, to the voice behind you.
your gaze lands upon a dingy brick building with a set of stairs, flowers and wild weeds tangle around the bricks, A tree looms over the building, intimidating and tall. A small lantern illuminating the steps, as if to welcome you.
Upon those set of stairs is a man, white hair, pale milky skin, tall, with dark but calm, comforting eyes. His hands are gently clasping together in front of him. He looks down upon you with a soft smile that doesn't seem to reach his eyes.
“You are in a dream. The hunter's dream.” He says.
His smile widens a bit, as he starts to make his way down the steps slowly. Each step he takes his heels click against the stone.
click... click... click... click.
As he passed the lantern sat on the ledge of the staircase, the warm glow of the lantern washing over his shiny, smooth, skin. He almost looks sickly, void of any color.
Your gaze meets his eyes, flat, lacking any shine as if you're no surprise, nothing new to him. The final click of his heel on the final stone step snaps you out of your daze; your body stiffens as you take a step back, creating some safe distance.
“Oh, good hunter......there is no need to be afraid. I am here to serve you." he says, briefly pausing. His eyes pass over yours, down to your hands.
“You are injured. May i see, good hunter?” He says as he extends his hands out, an invitation for you to place your palms in his hands.
You hesitate, glancing from his face to his hands and back to his face. You wipe your bloody dirty palms on the side of your robes as you hesitantly raise them towards him, you carefully place your hands in his.
(this is a wip, do you guys think this would be worth continuing?)
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