The Little Blueberry (Will Cipher x Reader)

The Poor Unfortunate Soul

Will's POV

Picture a cold, dark, underwater room, all made of cobblestone, a long hallway reaching on forever, a red substance in the water you breathe.

Welcome to my life.

I waited in the windowless cobblestone room, my neck and arms cuffed to the wall, waiting for Miss Mabel Gleeful to bring me the worst. I held my tears back in my eyes, for she had a good sense of smell.

Act brave, I told myself. It's just another day. I'll get through the torture without her pulling one of my seventeen hearts out.

You're probably not wondering why I'm down here, but I'll explain anyway.

Back in the sea, about a mile away from a beach in Malibu, Will swam through the waters gracefully, right below the surface, having ducked down as a ginormous yacht approached.

It anchored down in the spot for the night. It was getting late, and Will knew it, so he was about to swim back to the Gleeful residence, when the most beautiful human girl he'd ever seen stepped out onto the deck. Will decided that he could stay for a few more minutes. He swam above the surface and admired her beauty.

Then, a bolt of lightning flashed through the sea, striking Will. He fell roughly to the sea floor, hitting his head on the way down.

Stanford and Stanley Gleeful floated above him, flicking their matching black tails every moment.

And that explains pretty much everything... except for the creature of unimaginable terror that was swimming towards me.

Her tail opened up to reveal eight black octopus tentacles that crawled the cold stone surface. The tentacles each held an item: A golden key, a dagger, a stone mallet, a rusty ancient sword, a pitchfork, a large birdcage, a shark's jaw, and a magic amulet. I visibly gulped and awaited the worst to happen.

"You missed a spot," said Mason Gleeful. He was Mabel's twin brother, and not only did the look similar, they acted similar.

"Y-y-yes Master," I mumbled.

I was stuck with my normal chores, and right now, I had to clean the the tips of the palace that reached up into the the water cave. I was the prince, but I was stuck being a servant for the evil Gleefuls, after my parents died. No one could find their actual wills, but Stanley had made fake ones to benefit his family.

"Will!" Mason barked. 

"Right away, Master," I said glumly, scraping seaweed off of the turrets.