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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"Come on! Get up all ready! It doesn't take this long to snap out of it!" Giving her a violent shake by the shoulders, I attempted to wake the woman but got nothing, not even a snore! I began to panic.
'Ihopeshedidn'tactuallydie.' Sucking air through my teeth nervously, I grow more frantic to wake her. There has to be something I haven't tried yet.
"Hey, get up!" I drop her back onto the bed roughly, gaining a twitch under the eyelids. Ah ha! Success! "Thank me!" They open halfway to reveal drowsy, E/C eyes that gazed up at me in a way that made me think she might not be seeing clearly. "Morning, sleeping beauty! How you feeling?" I greet Y/N with a big smile, even knowing she definitely felt like crap. She mumbles something inaudible, leading me to lean in close. "What was that?"
"I said, I feel like shi—"
"Hey!" I interrupt, quickly pressing the palm of my hand against her lips to prevent the rest of her curse word from slipping out.
"We're in Heaven, ya dingus! Keep it PG! Save your bad language for another time!" Ahhhh, I love fucking with people. It really doesn't matter. Y/N rolls her eyes, becoming more aware now as I remove my hand.
"What happened?" She croaks out, barely above a whisper. "I feel like I got hit by a bus."
"Oh, you died," I state simply. Eyes widening, she sat up fast only to wince at the horrible pain in her body and groan.
"What!?"
"Yep! Dead as a doorknob!" I say, giggling a little, but the fun was cut short by a soft object hitting my face hard. I gasped at the audacity. "Did you just throw a pillow at me!?"
"Why would you say something like that with a smile!?"
"Well, if you didn't cut me off, you would know!" I shout back, rubbing my cheek before crossing my arms and looking away with a pout.
"God, you're childish," she mutters, raising a hand to her aching head.
"Hey, I heard that!" I glare at her and she glares back.
