𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓'𝖘 𝕷𝖎𝖔𝖓: 𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖎𝖕𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉

An Undead Army

TW: Blood, gore, and zombies/bizarre dolls

"Lizzie?" Ciel shouted in disbelief as both he and Y/N lowered their pistols, which had been level with the poor girl's face.

"Good gracious! Were you honestly going to shoot your fiancée?" Lizzie gasped, almost dropping the two platters of cake she was holding.

"Forget that! What are you doing here?" Ciel demanded to know.

"I saw you run off, so I decided to follow you," Lizzie explained as she caught her breath. Having the barrels of two guns being pointed at her face had really scared the poor girl.

"It's dangerous for you to be following us, you need to go back up," Y/N urged her friend.

"What's going on? You both suddenly disappeared when I'd asked you to wait, after all?" Lizzie huffed. "I looked all over for you two! And, and! Ciel here's your ca-" Lizzie held up one of the plates of cake with a bright smile but was cut off by Ciel placing a hand over her mouth.

"I'm sorry, but we haven't the time for you right now," Ciel shushed her. "It's not safe here as Lady Y/N told you. Please go back to where Auntie and the others are!"

"It would be the safest course of action for you," Y/N insisted as Ciel removed his hand from over Lizzie's mouth.

"We'll be back soon," Ciel called back to Lizzie as he took the lead, Y/N following close behind him. The two left poor Lizzie behind, waiting very confused and sad on the stairs.

The two nobles had continued their search for Doctor Stoker, which had led them even farther into the belly of the Campania. They were now stalking down a small set of metal stairs into the cargo hold. Ciel was behind Y/N, who was holding her pistol in one hand and a lantern they had stumbled across in her other. "So this is the cargo hold?" Ciel muttered as he looked around at all the crates that had been stored around them.

"Creepy," Y/N shuttered as she pointed the lantern around, making startling shadows dance across the cargo hold's walls. The only sound that could be heard was the echoing footsteps of Ciel and Y/N as they stalked between the stacks of crates. A sudden rustling sound shot through the air and both Ciel and Y/N whipped their heads around to see what had made the noise, readying their pistols once again.

"Who's there?" Ciel shouted into the darkness as Y/N pointed the lantern at whatever had made the shuffling noise.

"Snake?" The two exclaimed in unison as the lantern's dull light reflected off the man's pale skin, scales and shining white hair.

"T-too bright," Snake hissed as he shielded his eyes from the light. "-Says Wordsworth." Snake was crouched down on the ground, his scaled friends slithering all over and around him as he held onto an empty plate from the party Ciel, Y/N and Sebastian had left.

"What on Earth are you doing here of all places?" Ciel sputtered.

"The food was so very delicious, I wanted to come and share it with everyone," Snake explained as more of his slithering friends escaped the wooden crate he was crouched down next to. Y/N noticed the familiar Phantomhive insignia on the side and let out a small laugh. "-Says Donne."

"I see," Y/N smiled. "How thoughtful."

"The cakes were much yummier than the food, you know!" A familiar voice spoke up from behind Ciel.

"Is that right?" Ciel sighed before he realized who that voice behind him belonged to. "Lizzie?" The Earl shouted as he turned around to find his fiancée standing behind him.

"Gosh! Don't just leave me all alone like that!" Lizzie whined.

"We told you to go back upstairs, didn't we?" Ciel sputtered in disbelief.