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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"It's time to wake up now, Little Goddess." Something pointy prods my shoulder, disrupting my sleep in a somewhat gentle manner. I woke up groggy, struggling to blink open my eyes as I gave a low grumble, looking over at the grim reaper standing beside me. Undertaker greeted me with his usual smile. "Everything's been sorted. Would you like a lift?" He held out both in arms in offering, one of his hands displaying a few bone-shaped biscuits, which made me chuckle. I accept the treats, feeling a bit hungry, after rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
"Sure, why not? Better than me taking a quick swim," I joke, earning a soft giggle from him as he effortlessly scooped me up into his arms. My stomach twirled, and I couldn't help smiling in amusement, having not expected him to actually carry me this way, but hey, I'm not complaining. "Thanks for the ride and the biscuits. I'm starving." I bite down on one, holding it between my teeth before waving another in front of his face. "Wan' one?"
I chuckled as he bit down on it with a soft crunch, while he carried me out of the cargo hold and brought me all the way to London, right at the center of the burning inferno that consumed the city in roaring waves. I had finished my snacking by the time we got there, my energy replenished after the much needed rest and food. I'm sure to thank him again as he set me down, but the heat was quick to get to me, all the smoke sending me into a coughing fit. Knowing the fire wouldn't cause any actual harm to me, however, I was able to push any worries away. I stretch my arms up together and open my mouth in a big yawn before cracking my neck from side-to-side.
"Now, time to get to work." Swinging my arms down, I rolled my shoulders back, but looking down at the comfy clothes I had changed into before resting, I realized I was not the least battle ready. Gotta look cool for the showdown, after all! What good is it battling an angel in sweatpants? After some quick thought, I snap my fingers. My body glitched out of shape, changing my clothing to something I felt was more fitting for an epic, anime battle while also making a few, minuscule changes to my appearance, namely my eyes. Flickering grey and black spots of static flashed across them, the E/C irises fading in the background, while my skin flickered in and out of focus. Catching sight of myself in the broken glass of what used to be a window, I geeked out, giggling at how cool and scary I looked. It was perfect!
"HoW do I loOk?" I asked Undertaker in a voice with several, uneven tones, spinning on my heel to face him. Holding up my hands, I wiggled the fingers creepily. "SpoOky?"
