Old Timey Shit

Transportation

One moment I'm standing on the edge of a building, and the next thing I know I'm laying on the floor of a building with some dude standing over me.

"Sir? Are you alright? How did you get in here?" the man asked. He was admittedly attractive, with black hair and an English accent.

I looked up at him for a second before scooting away and sitting up. "That's what I would like to know," I said, looking around.

"You have no recollection of entering the mansion?" the man questioned, tilting his head.

"Nah dude. I was outside and then I was here. Where is here, by the way?" I stood up, patting my pockets to see if I was missing anything. I wasn't.

"You are in the Phantomhive manor, sit," he replied, sounding polite, "Should I take you to the young lord?"

My lips pressed into a thin line, and I had to resist the urge to scowl. I hated rich people. "Sure. Maybe I'll figure out where exactly I am," I replied.

"Very well," he said, "If you would follow me."

Against my own better judgment I did follow him. He led me through a maze of hallways and stopped at a random closed door.

"Young master? It seems we have a visitor," he called after knocking.

"What? Fine, let them in," a child's voice answered, sounding vaguely irritated.

We stepped in the room, and I saw a blue headed boy sitting at a large desk. "Who's he?" the boy asked, his facial expression not changing in the slightest.

"I'm not quite sure, sir. He seems to just have appeared," the butler replied.

The boy hummed, analyzing me, "Who are you? And how did you get in here?"

I resisted the urge to walk away, already feeling annoyed with the situation. "I'm Mason. And I don't know how I ended up here. One minute I was outside, the next, I was here. Passed out in some hallway, with that dude hovering over me," I said, jabbing a thumb at the butler guy.

The boy sighed, pushing aside some of the papers that he had in front of him. "Oh alright. Where are you from? It certainly isn't anywhere around here," he inquired.

"Yeah, I gathered that much. There ain't any nice places like this where I live," I snorted, "I live in between Houston and Galveston."

"I'm sorry?" he asked, not knowing what I was talking about.

"Uh, okay, where are we then?" I figured I could find a way back myself if I knew where I was.

"My manor resides on the outskirts of London," he told me. Even though they both had the accents, his answer startled me.

"How the hell did I end up here? I was in America not even- what time is it? I was there not even a half hour ago," I grumbled.

Both males looked at me as if I'd grown two heads, "Well, unless..." I muttered under my breath. "Sorry, what's the date?"

They both looked at me like I was strange, but the older male answered, "It's April 4th of 1899, sir."

I looked at him, then to the boy, trying to figure out if this was some joke. "Are you for real right now?"

"I'm not entirely sure what you mean by that, but I wasn't joking," he said.

"Okay, cool cool cool. Quick question, you have some kind of body guard around here, right?" I asked, turning to the blue haired boy again.

"I suppose that would be Sebastian. Why?" He pointed at the man as he spoke so I knew who he meant.

"Perfect," I turned towards Sebastian, a small smile on my lips, "Then I have the perfect solution."

"Oh?" they both questioned, almost in synch.

"Yep! Just have your butler dude shoot me once or twice, and problem solved!" I explained, fake enthusiasm dripping from my voice.

"What?" the boy questioned, while the other just looked at me in astonishment.

"Do you not have one or something? A knife will do too, or poison or something. I'm not picky," I said.

"I'm sorry, do you mean to die!?" The Phantomhive boy got up from his chair, slamming his hands against the desk.

"Right on," I replied, not missing a beat.

"What? But why?" As if he couldn't fathom second hand suicide.

"Look my guy, I'm from 21st century America. I don't know how I got into your mansion, but I don't want to be here, so," I mimed shooting myself in the head.

"But what if you could get back," Sebastian replied, not even taking a breath to think about what I had just said.

"Even if I knew how, or if there was some way, I wouldn't want to. That place is shitty, and I'd rather not go back," I explained in exasperation.

"What about staying here?" he offered.

I almost snorted, "Why? So I could be oppressed for a few decades then die off early? No thanks. My place may have sucked, but at least people had rights."

"Is there any option that doesn't involve your death by my hands?" The butler asked, still calm.

"Sure. Just give me a way, and I'll do it myself," I said, shrugging.

"I meant where you didn't end up dead," he replied.

"Not that I'm happy with, no," I told him.

"I- What on earth is going on?" the boy mumbled.

"Why don't you stay here for a while? Until we figure out your...predicament," Sebastian offered.

"Uh I don't know, bro," I said uncertainty.

"It should be fine," the boy sighed. "I'll have Sebastian prepare a room for you."

I looked between them again, figuring they wouldn't let me say no. "Alright, alright. Only for a while," I surrendered, throwing my hands up in exasperation.

"Very good, my young lord. Right away," and with that, I was led out of the room.

The room they wanted me to stay in was bigger than any of the places I'd lived in before. Much, much nicer too.

"I hope the room is sufficient, sir," Sebastian said with a bow.

"My man, I've stayed in houses smaller than this room. This is the nicest shit, I swear to god," I said.

"Very well. I will come get you for dinner in an hour," he told me with a bow, and left.

I looked around the room again taking it all in. I spotted the big ass bed, inviting me to jump in and never leave.

I walked over to it, running my hands along the plush pillows and soft blankets. I jumped backwards into it, relaxing at the way it cushioned my body. It was better than any of the actual mattresses I'd had the chance to sleep on.

I closed my eyes, letting sleep overtake my exhausted body for the first time in days.

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I woke up once again to Sebastian shaking me awake.

"I apologize for the intrusion, my lord, but you didn't answer when I knocked," he stated.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes, "It's fine."

"If you're ready, I've come to take you to dinner," he told me, backing away so I could move out of the bed.

"Cool," I said, getting up to follow him.