(ah shucks)

You know what they say, it's better to live without knowing the true horrors in the world, than to know and suffer.

(I have reached the point where I don't feel like continuing the souls part of the story. IMO it took a bit too long and I want to start on my other ideas.

So this chapter is Elden ring, Percy. Just know Bloodborne has a "good" ending. For some people at least.)

...

He just appeared one day. Nobody knew anything, but he was just... Chaos.

The first day he arrived he infiltrated the castle and suddenly everyone was getting pelted by cakes randomly.

Nobody was safe from that man. And now there was a bounty on his head, but no one could find him.

He just appeared and disappeared just as fast. He was like an assassin but on crack.

Meanwhile this wasn't only happening in the castle, but in raya licaria also. And Rennala almost cought our young hero.

Although Percy tonned down the pranks a bit when the kids came along. Perks of being a great one was that nobody could see you unless you willed it.

But that didn't mean Percy was just staying in those places, he also traveled the world. Seeing all there was to see.

Percy was a pacifist unless of course he was attacked first. But when he finished exploring, he decided to take a nap.

...

"What in the fu-" Percy blinked.

What in the hell did he miss? The whole world was in chaos and that's saying something.

And who was the fucking idiot who put me in a coffin. Screw you asshole, I wasn't dead, merely sleeping.

Percy pushed open the coffin lid and then stretched. Dust came off his clothes, and his hair grew to his waist. Percy immediately put his hair up into a ponytail as he liked this new hairstyle

Percy got out of his coffin and looked at the engraving on his coffin.

[Here lies the greatest prankster in the lands between.]

Percy walked forward going through the fog wall that greeted every Elden ring player, and met his first abomination here.

[Grafted scion]

Percy wasted no time and pulled out his saw cleaver and hunter's pistol and dashed forward.

Two hits from Percy inflicted frenzy upon the scion, and that took almost 3/4 of its health. But it didn't end there.

Percy tossed his weapons to the side and then proceeded to tear off its arms, and legs.

Percy may not have had armor, but he had drip. And he had a wife waiting for him after he finished this damn shit.

At least the kronorium told him that this was his final world, and after that, he would finally return.

Percy's wings sliced through the scion before realizing there wasn't anywhere to go. So he took the plunge.

Percy hit the ground and groaned. It didn't hurt, but it was uncomfortable. So Percy took a nap, like always, a good nap fixed everything.

...

*Groan* Percy awoke sometime later and luckily this time hundreds of years didn't pass.

As Percy emerged from the underground for the first time the first thing he saw was ghosts. And lots of them too.

But as they say, if you pay no attention to them, they can't harm you. Not like they could in the first place.

Percy decided to use his old appearance, the one they land between knew him for.

Percy wrapped a piece of cloth around his eyes, a gift from his wife, To help block out the insight.

Then Percy had his uchigatana and prepared himself for the violence that was to come.

"Does something ail thee good hunter?" The voice of the doll asked from beside me.

I blinked surprised for a second.

"Nay... I am just taking in the scent. Tiss does not reek of blood as in yharnam," I smiled softly at her.

Percy walked forward, and on his shoulder was the doll in miniature form. Portable size if you will. Mainly since he didn't want to leave her alone in the barren hunter's dream.

The sentinel that was originally outside of spawn tried to put down our young hero. Key word is tried.

Percy pulled out his hunter's cane and pimp slapped them off their horse. Of course, afterwards he gave that person a head pat before proceeding forward.

After all, he wasn't Percy the Merciful for a reason.

Percy listened to the doll's humms which sounded suspiciously like the song "lullaby of a deadnan".

"Ooo, good hunter. Over there," the doll pointed to a soul orb.

Percy used his pimp cane and smacked all of the soldiers into submission. Mainly by inflicting PTSD on them.

He was merciful, not kind.

...

Percy knew he wasn't going in the right direction, and that was a sign. A sign he was doing something right (and wrong).

Percy walked, pimp slapping his way throughout the lands between.

However, his eyes gazed upon something interesting. So he stomped his foot, causing a major earthquake and a path downward where he needed to be.

Percy descended and arrived at the place where he heard the cry for help. Or more so it wasn't a cry, more of a whimper calling for any kind of help.

Percy let his wings come out as he flew to where the whimper was. Percy's eyes narrowed as he stared at the cacoon. He knew who was inside this.

His disciples brother. And he did not like that... Not one single bit.

(EOC)