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CHAPTER ONE
Bleacher is the main character btw, he has yellow hair bla bla yk him 🥹
Ah, a fresh new day in the Napoleonic wars. But.. Not really fresh because of the blight. It was 1813, October 12.
A group of Prussian soldiers decided to go to kaub and see if it has any loot left, and they went to the Plagzfrastien(idk how to spell it dude) castle to check. The group included: A French surgeon named Monty, an unhinged Spanish officer named Bell, a weird sapper called chicken and an adorable, clueless little musician called Bleacher. They went Into the castle to see... The field marshal On the floor, coughing out blood painfully and a hopeless 1st regiment garde zu fuß officer trying to help him with tea. It wasn't really a good helping mechanism but hey, whatever works am i right?
The field marshal gerbhard von blücher noticed the group and stopped coughing, wiping his mouth. He wheezed out, with a raspy hoarse voice:
"Soldiers who are alive? Ironic. Prussia is falling to it's death. There's demons in the basement, please take this key to the cellar, now-"
*blücher coughed violently without stopping, not finishing his sentence. Karl glanced at him, a flash of concern in his eyes. Blücher finally got his breath and muttered*
"Do this... For prussia."
*Bell greedily snatched the key, eyeing it with a grin. Monty looked at her, disappointed. But... Bleacher was only staring at Karl.*
*bell whispered to her group:*
"We're rich! A key from the marshal? This'll sell for billions!!"
*she excitedly whispered. Chicken sneered and took the key, fighting over it.*
"Nuh uh, it's mine!"
*bell growled, and tugged it. Bleacher sighed and took the key from both of them, shoving it in his pocket.*
"Stop it, friends."
*he softly murmured, still looking at Karl with an almost mesmerized gaze.*
*Blücher coughed violently again. He clutched his chest and his eyes widened in pain. Karl immediately kneeled down and tried to hand him tea. Karl panicked and said:*
"Herr feldmarschall?"
*Blüchers eyes went a deep, bloodish red as his skin turned as pale as the moon. He immediately lunged at Karl and mouthed his neck to try biting him.*
*Bleacher immediately acted with instinct, he pulled Karl away and rushed out of the room. He didn't care if his team was still in there with that demon, he didn't like his team anyway since they were all greedy bastards. He hid in a storage room with Karl, holding his breath and covering Karl's mouth.*
*Karl stared at him with shock and panick. He whispered:*
"Mein gott, was are you doing? You left him alone with- with those soldiers of yours!"
*he angrily whispered. Bleacher pouted and shushed him*
"Shush, officer. I know what I'm doing. As soon as we hear his screams and wheezes of pain, we'll know when to get out. Just stay here."
*Karl grunted under his breath, not liking the situation. He didn't even notice blücher was going to attack him, so he would've been grateful if he knew.*
*Bleacher stared at Karl before slowly removing his hand from his mouth, letting him speak clearly. They suddenly heard a loud, agonizing scream. The field marshal probably got killed, and so did his team.*
".. Jesus, you're not even a bit empathetic for them?"
*Karl grunted. Bleacher softly replied*
"I am, but it was for my survival and yours. It was necessary. They're resting peacefully now."
*bleacher tried to start up a conversation*
".. So, whats your name officer?"
*he said with a small, adorable smile. (An ":3" face)*
Then chapter 2 blah blah