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 have the Phantomhive household down, just one more place I need to go.' I sighed and pondered how to go about it. As badly as I wanted to reveal myself to Drossel, Arthur and Oliver, it might pose a risk. It's possible Drossel might tell Ash. and if at all possible, I'd like to sneak up on that angelic bastard. It will make things less complicated. Still, I want to see them. I need to know if they're doing okay without me. There must be a way. My eyes lit up when I had it, striking a fist into my palm with a small clap as a smile broke out on my face.
When there was a knock on the former Mandalay Manor's door, Arthur opened it solemnly, curiously meeting the gaze of the person on the other side. He was still tired from crying at the loss of his first master and friend. In front of him stood Ash with a smile on his face. The boy straightened up to be professional.
"Mister Landers, welcome back." He bows respectfully to greet him.
"Good evening, Arthur. Would you mind fetching Drossel for me?" The white-haired man wore a charming smile and spoke politely as the boy raised his head.
"Of course, Sir. Would you please follow me to the drawing room?" Ash nods and follows Arthur into the manor, looking around the place and finding it in good order.
"Good to see the manor has not fallen into disrepair at the loss of its Lady." Those amethyst eyes pinned to the back of the boy's head as Arthur tensed, choking up at the mention of Y/N. He cleared his throat discreetly before answering the man with a concealed sadness, disguising it behind professionalism.
"She may be gone, but we will always serve her. Here we are." Opening the door to the drawing room, he lets Ash inside, avoiding his gaze in hopes that he wouldn't notice the tears in his eyes. "I'll go find him for you. I'll return shortly. Would you like some tea as well.
"No, I won't be staying long." Waving the boy off, Ash took up a chair and waited patiently for the doll. After a few minutes pass, Drossel appeared with Arthur close behind and placed a hand over his heart before bowing with a few sharp clicks. "You may leave us." Arthur closed the door behind him to give the two privacy. Once he was gone, Drossel rose up with another thunk and a click.
