its a Black Butler and Mlp Fiw crossover. Its got 5 chapters in each story, each one representing the stages of BOC;
Such as book 1; Streets, book 2; Orphaned, book 3; Circus,book 4; Service, and, book 5; Gypsy.
I'll be happy if you read it! But...
Peter sat there, twirling a knife through his hand. He stared at the bakers shop. "Don't risk it!" The ginger boy shook him by the shoulder. "I don't care, ginge! I'll do anything to keep you alive!" He shouted back, a crazy glint in his turquoise eyes. The ginger boy stepped back, worried about his friend. Mally looked at him, as he made a defiant look towards the shop. He looked at the knife, then sighed. The crazy look dropped in his face, and he dropped the knife on the floor. "What SHOULD we do, then?" Wendy asked him, and he turned away, his arms folded. "What we NEED to do is to bladdy get rid of him, that's what." He said. His voice was soft, and bitter. Wendy's round eyes were fixed on him, as he stood, his back facing her. She sighed, getting quite angry with him. First he threatens to kill the baker, now this. Not speaking to them. "Peter! What are we gonna do?" The black haired boy at the age of 10 asked, his sea green eyes dull with fatigue. The 15 year old turned to him, smiling in quite a maniacal way. "What we're gonna do is crawl through the sewer. Then, we'll end up in the back of the shop. We've gotta be quick, though." He said in a sarcastic manner . The boy looked at him, as he shook. "Peter? What's the matter?" Wendy asked. " I NEVER wished for this goddamn life!" He shouted, then punched the wall. Wendy fell back at his sudden outburst. Sis (Doll) snuggled into the ginger boy, and he lifted her up. "Listen, Peter! We didn't want this life, too. But we've gotta put up with it!" He shouted. Peter was shocked to silence. He sat there. The familiar flashback came to his mind. He sat there, eyes wide;
I'm sat at the kitchen table, as my mum gets ready to go out to do her..... Work. My dads at the factory. My mums never really been fond of me, because of this goddamn condition I have. She comes over to me, her long, blonde hair shimmering down her back. "Say, Peter.... Well.... Um....." She lowers her head. "What is it, mum?" I ask, and she puts her head up again. "Move out." Her voice is bitter. "What!? Why?" I ask, my eyes start to fill with tears. "Its because of the condition you've got... Well, you can't work, what's the point of having YOU as a son!" She shouts. I can't believe it. "But.... Where would I go!?" I ask, close to tears. "anywhere, I don't care." She aims a swipe at me, but I dodge it and I run for the door, through the streets ,away from my home. Who'd care, anyway?
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