When home alone, Y/N has a strange encounter with a man claiming to be a television god, who grants her the ability to enter her favorite show, Black Butler. However, what he didn't tell her is that this power is much more than it seems... wHaT cAn...
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I awaken in a daze, my mind feeling fuzzy as I sit up and rub the sleep out of my eyes. My grogginess was quick to fade, however, when I recalled the events of last night, and I hurriedly ripped the blanket off my body to get up. I find myself smiling as I look for something to dress in, but unfortunately, the clothes I own aren't really something that'd blend into the Victorian era. Now, I didn't expect to have a dress and corset at the ready, but I could at least have something a little less conspicuous.
'Maybemomhassomething?' I wonder hopefully as I leave the bedroom to go to my parents' room.
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I check out the closet, but as expected, there was not much to work with. She has plenty of dresses, but none that match the time. I make due, deciding to settle on a white, buttoned blouse with lacy sleeves along with black pants, and lastly, a dark green sweater-jacket and a long, dark grey and black, plaid scarf for warmth. No doubt, I'll stand out no matter what I wear out of my closet, so I should go online later to find more suitable outfits for future visits to the Black Butler realm. After getting dressed and going through my morning routine, I make myself a bagel with cream cheese for breakfast, which I munch on while pulling on a pair of long, black boots. I pause, however, before I could pick up the remote, retracting my hand and frowning slightly out of anxiousness.
'What am I thinking? I'm acting like I'm gonna go in there and know exactly where I'm going and what I'm doing.' Still, I really want to go. Surely, it won't be so bad just winging it. It won't hurt to have something to anchor my worries, though. I go to my room and pick up my precious teddy bear, Teddy, from off the bed before squeezing him close to my chest...
What? I did mention I'm childish, didn't I? Teddy, he's important to me. I couldn't bear to live without him, so I'll take no judgment from anyone about his presence. He's cute, cuddly and helps out when I get stressed. With him, I can jump into this new world without feeling so alone, so I return to the living room with the plushie under my arm and push the buttons like before.
