Miss Butler (Black Butler x Modern!Fem!Reader)

That Girl, Meeting A Mortician

Recap: "A CAT?"

[(A/N) hey hey! Again... if you're rereading this chapter, ur awesome man... thanks for putting up with me ]

[ Y/N's POV ]

5:30

I slowly  open my eyes and hold my throbbing head. Ouch. If that wasn't a bumpy ride... Yeah cool, you're probably right out the gates of heaven, about to get rejected and you find the time appropriate for shity jokes? Fuck off, inner demons.

As I was saying... I open my eyes and observe my surroundings. I am practically laying in a wet alleyway, my back facing a wall, probably some shop. I blink my eyes, slowly trying to adjust my blurry vision to the sudden light.

Where am I? What happened? Where's everyone? Why does everything look... animated? A thousand unanswered questions that I wad determined to find the answer to,

I look down at my hands. One could clearly make out the scratches and the forming bruises. My fingernails... They are black? This is definitely not nail polish, maybe they got bruised too? I scratch them roughly, but the colour isn't coming off anytime soon, it seems like. Ok, that's not bad... not at all, at least I don't have to paint my nails again,

Concentrate, Y/N... What would James Bond do? Better find out where I am... yes, good idea... lovely. I get up and dust myself off. My suitcase should be somewhere around...

"Here!"

Somehow, my suitcase and guitar are in perfect condition, not a single scratch... well, a little blood, but that's irrelevant! I take hold of the handle and look around, how to get the fuck outta here...

"Come, ladies and gents! I've got brand new merchandise for ye'! " I have an idea,

Ok Y/N, just follow the voice of the complete stranger and you'll get out. Yeah, solid plan.

I begin walking towards the light, and oh boy. What I saw shocked me.... all the people are wearing clothes from the Victorian era. Why does this town square look familiar? I'm pretty sure I haven't been in another time period before. People were too busy shopping or chatting with each other to notice me, seems I found myself in the middle of a bazaar of sorts.

"Come ladies and gents! I've got the finest silks! The most exotic birds!"

The voice came from an extremely tan, bearded and slightly overweight man with short black hair sticking on his forehead with sweat. He was sitting on a booth surrounded with various knick- knacks and caged birds. Huh, cool. I approached him.

"Hello! Beautiful maiden! Are you interested in any of me' beauties?"

"Are you talking to me dude?" Was he? Couldn't really tell, he was practically yelling out everything, trying to get the attention of the public who consisted of snobby nobles and some beggars.

"Why yes, me' lady! Are you interested in purchasing any of my sweets?"

"Ahh, i... umm," I was getting anxious, I hated being in the center of attention... stop over - thinking everything damn it!

"Ah, yes. I would like to buy... that crow?" What. It was the only bird he had that I knew the name of. Showy ass feathered creatures...

"The crow, me' lady? Are you certain?" An expression of disbelief crossed his features,