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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Days had passed since the events of the Frost Fair, and it had gotten late. Citizens were heading home, either by foot or by coach, while I just walked aimlessly through the streets. I haven't been my cheery self since Sebastian spoke those hurtful words to me. I've been pondering just leaving this world behind and remaining where I was meant to live, but it's hard to part with this place. Honestly, I'd rather not abandon it. Who gets the opportunity to jump into a new dimension and ignores it? However, I'm not meant to be here, I never was, so wouldn't it be for the better if I did? I heave a sigh and rub my tired eyes. I haven't been sleeping well either. I'm falling apart. I gaze over at the lined-up coaches beside me, finding them all stuck in a traffic jam.
'I wonder if there was an accident or something?' A shiver rolls down my spine when the grating sound of a music box plays from behind, leading me to whirl around with wide eyes. A few carriages down, a girl bursts out of the vehicle and into an alley, looking a lot like Lady Elizabeth. Without a second thought, I race after her, secretly relieved that I didn't screw up the timeline after all. I struggled to keep up with her pace and lagged behind quite a bit, but eventually, I found my way to Angel Wing Antiques, Drossel's shop. I catch my breath and peer in through the window, shivering from the cold as I watch the blonde peer around with curious eyes.
I gulp and decide to wait outside until help came.
The music came to a sudden stop the moment Lady Elizabeth stepped into the antique shop, leaving the room in a quiet, eerie atmosphere. The glass eyes of dolls watch from the shelves as she takes a look around in search of what drew her to the store when a chilling voice spoke.
"Welcome, little girl." Lizzy jumped in surprise upon finding a man with orange hair seated upon a chair near the counter. Upon his crossed legs is a large music box, whose song had lured her there.
"Um, I..." she stutters, unsure of what to say to the peculiar-looking gentleman as he stood from the seat.
"I see that you have the ring." The doll makes a look of disappointment upon spotting this detail, as this was not the one he had hoped would find the beautiful, blue gem.
"Yes, indeed, you have it. Unfortunately, however, it appears that the stone has not chosen you to be its new master." Realizing what he was talking about, Lizzy looks down at her hand, where the ring resides, as the doll maker takes heavy steps towards her. She gives a short gasp and leans away when he suddenly stands before her and brings his face closer to her own. "But, my, look how lovely those eyes are." The tips of his gloved fingers brush softly against her fair cheek only for the girl to avoid his hand.
