Garden of Thorns: Black Butler x Reader

4- Missing Records

Your alarm clock rang. You groaned as you realized it was a Monday morning. No one likes the thought of a week starting all over again. You took your time getting ready in the shower because you had quite a lot of time left before you needed to be at the Phantomhive manor. Unlike most people in the Victorian era, you found good hygiene to be extremely important and took a bath everyday. Today, you wore something a little more professional. You didn't want your expensive dresses to become stained with gross bodily fluids. You wore a dress that was proper attire for a working woman; the outfit you'd be wearing as a god of death. It was a simple black and white striped dress with long sleeves to accompany the turtlenecked collar that ended in short frills. You also put on brown leather work gloves because you didn't want to get your hands filthy, and high heels to avoid covering your feet in the rotting stench of blood at the crime scene. At the last second, you grabbed a plain felt jacket of your favorite color. It hung loosely, and it was left open.

When you arrived at the manor, there was an extra head you counted at the front of the door. He seemed angry. As you walked closer to them, you recognized him. It was William T. Spaz, which is the name you thought up for him because you would see him look at others with such a disrespectful face. Everyone else was there, so you, Grell, William, Sebastian, and Ciel were headed to fetch the book of the dead chef's record book. "I hope you realize how much work I'm putting on my plate by doing this for you." William sneered.
When you all arrived to the archive where the books are, Grell insisted on helping William find the book, but he refused his offer. He proceeded to call him 'wench', which bothered you. A lot.

"Who do you think you are?" You stood tall with your arms crossed for an explanation.

He shot a glare at you, which you deflected with ease. Your anger was far more balled up to even be compared to his. "I'm William T. Spears, a man of a high position. I'll do what a please. Get used to it." He sassed.

"No, you can't just disrespect people if it's your will. What kind of answer is that? You have an unexplained problem with the entire world, so boo-fucking-hoo. Right? Don't wallow in self pity, you pig. How dare you act as if you're something special simply because you're you. You are nothing to be proud of." His eyes widened at this, but he was infuriated now. He opened his mouth, but you shouted,"What?" every time he wanted to speak. It was like you were barking at a dog before it could even bark for itself (Yes, I do this. Do not ask why.), and each time he tried to speak, you'd say it louder. He gave into silence.

"Damn you.." He muttered as he searched for the record book. He checked the same spot twice. His facial expression finally proved itself of having the ability to change into something else than a resting scowl. It turned into the look of confusion. He turns to everyone and declares,"The book is missing."

"So then, what now? How are we going to get any clues?" Grell asked.

"I know one man that might be able to help us.." Ciel sighed at the thought.

"Is he another hard ass like that thing over there?" You pointed to William with your thumb, giving William the same remedy of cruel remarks. Ciel shakes his head.

"Almost the opposite, actually. He's a mortician that has helped me with cases like these before." He replied.

"I'm not coming with you.." William was about to insult everyone, but a glance at you reminded him that he probably shouldn't. "..I'll have to do paperwork about the missing records."

Ciel took everyone else to a small building titled after the man that owns the place: Undertaker. When you stepped inside, it was darkly lit with a few, small candles. You didn't see anyone behind the counter. Although, you did think that you heard faint giggling and the clinking of empty glass containers. You heard a man eerily welcome you,"Well hello! I thought the earl would be stopping here soon.. Gufuheheh.." The way the man laughed didn't really scare you, but it did give you a chill in your spine.