Forward in time with Black Butler

I See the Undertaker Again(THIS IS AN IMPORTANT CHAPTER!!!)

It was early the next morning and I was walking the city's cold streets alone. The undertaker's shop was in the same location as before and the same dark atmosphere encased me when I opened the door.

"Welcome, my dear. Have you come to have your coffin fitted?" the Undertaker chuckled from behind the door.

"Not at the present time," I smirked,"I was wondering how you brought me to your world. "

"Well you know the price of information, I only wish for-"

"For the joy and pleasure of laughter. I know, I know." I waved him off,"And don't think for a moment that I'm running off to Sebastian for help." 

"Well, I'm waiting," he smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Quickly, I tied my hair back and hung it over my eyes in an attempt to impersonate Sebastian and-"THE PHOENIX !!!"I shouted, throwing my leg and arms into the air. The problem was I lost my balance and fell face first into one of the coffins. I screamed and pushed myself away from the dead body.

"I don't know which is funnier!"the Undertaker said after collecting himself," the part where you tried impersonate the Earl or the fact you are scared of your own body!" 

"That is my WHAT?!?!" I shouted loud enough to shake the dust off all the nearest objects.

"You heard me. Go take a closer look," the Undertaker smiled, genitally leading me over to the coffin. He was right. My face was a bit more decomposed, but it was still me.

"How?" I breathed as my hand crept forward to allow me a better view of the stab wound.

"Well, I have a bit of speculation. Us reapers not only collect all of the souls in existence, but sometimes we are allowed to witness the creation of a new one. I remember one soul particular was accidentally split , not in half, but into thousands of pieces. Now we feared we had lost that soul, but the strange thing was that the shards dissipated into thin air. My theory was that they scattered themselves across worlds I could never know about. That one soul may have been yours as you have a piece of yourself in every world that could be created or imagined. What you perceive as your "base world" is where the majority of that soul went, but be assured, Annabell. Any place is open to you as long as  it is fictional." the Undertake finished his speech and I slumped down beside my body.

"Was I created in Black Butler?" I asked softly. The Undertaker shook his head.

"I would tend to doubt that since to you, our world is fictional, but something of the like happened to your soul in your world that is mirrored across countless others. "

"Then how come I can't go back? To Black Butler, I mean. I tried before, but-" I paused to look at the body in the coffin. It didn't seem scary anymore, just sad. "I died. In that world, I died ," The realization came with such simplicity it was shocking. "I can't go back because if that was a part of me, than I've lost my connection to that world. "            

" The only part that puzzles me is the others and myself were able to cross to you," the Undertaker muttered.

"Maybe it is like two bridges next to each other," I mussed," When I died in  another world my bridge went down, but there is still a bridge the characters can use unless they die in my world."

"Then all connection is cut off," completed the Undertaker. We sat in silence to internalize everything, but I finally stood up to leave, closing the door on that one piece of me that was dead.