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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"Y/N, can't you do anything?" Ciel questioned with great urgency as Grell pulled hard on the doors with no luck in prying them open. I shake my head, frustrating him further.
"Not really. I could try to transport us back there, but I don't really have control of where I end up. We would most likely wind up back here."
"Oh, dear. Unfortunately, it looks as though we've been trapped." William also sounded irritated about the whole situation. I leapt when a book suddenly hit the floor and faced it, the others doing the same as the pages turned rapidly before settling on the last page of written words. We all stood still, not knowing what caused it to fly off the shelf, before Will decided to check it out. "What is this? It looks like the cinematic record of someone who is in that abbey."
"What a crazy, lucky happenstance!"
"Interesting. 'AnAngelof Massacre isdescendinginanabbeythatisnearPreston.'," he reads, shocking Ciel.
"What? An Angel of Massacre?" Undertaker takes the book from William to have a look for himself, humming and tilting his head with his signature grin still in place.
"Ah, yes. I see it now." Ciel grabs onto the Undertaker's sleeve, voice cloaked with an air of gravity.
"Stop her now," he demands.
"Master, how charitable. I thought your intent was to put an end to this cult once and for all." My hand shoots out to hit Sebastian's arm lightly before I point a scolding finger at him.
"Not the time for teasing, Sebby!"
"Sebby?" He questions with a brow raised, clearly not taking a liking to the name, which only makes me want to call him that more.
"What? Grell calls you bassy, and you don't bat an eye. I call you Sebby, and you're looking at me like you want me to die. Wait! Did I just rhyme?" Groaning at my stupidity, Ciel brings a hand to his face and shakes his head.
"I don't want her to have her way. That is all."
"But what are we supposed to do? We can't even find a way out of here!" I raise my hand with an answer, smiling widely.
"I know! Undertaker has a pretty, pink bookmark!" The older reaper giggles before reaching into his clothes in search of the item, while Ciel was confounded.
