The Queen's Cat (Seme Male Reader x Black Butler)

Chapter 1

(F/n = Your father's first name. I wanted to add somethings to this story, so it ended up being completely different on some ways, but I really like this new and improved version of the story. I blame this on me reading way too many old Gothic novels. Real quick...answer key of sorts since this may get confusing.

Italics = Either a real book quote, a letter shared between two characters.

Bold = A character's diary entry, internal monologue, a tape, or the equivalent of an ad/poster.

Bold & Italics =An internal monologue from the reader himself, or a dream.

Normal text = The main story line/current events/the thing you people expect to see when reading this.

Remember to read all the 'notes' they're important. Also as most might have guessed from the book quote in this first chapter this story will use/heavily reference Alice in Wonderland, Into the looking glass, American McGee's Alice/Alice Madness returns, Alice mare, etc.

Anyway as usual this story has: Mental illness, religious imagery, both positive and negative mentions/views on religion, stalking, heavy lovecraftian themes, existential dread/crisis, way too many references to Gothic literature, Is the reader worse that the one in my gravity falls story? Who knows? either way he's really fucked up, body horror, cannibalism, switching perspective to second and third POV way too much, mentions of/allusions to sexual abuse, animal death, cults, symbolism, way too much symbolism in fact, demons, canon typical violence, abuse of authority/religion/power, self-destructive behavior, and a horrible amount of catharsis for a gay reader insert, depersonalization, derealization disorder, etc.

I swear this is the last fucking time I rewrite this fucking chapter I'm so sorry but I needed to do some changes to make sure that future chapters lined up with what I wanted and that then led to this chapter going on for way too fucking long.)

Title: Tick...tock...tick...tock. There goes the sound of the few remaining gears in my skull as they seem to turn faster and faster, and despite how perfect this display of broken machinery is I still can't get you out of my mind, to the point where even a hunt seems obsolete. It's funny I've learned so much, and I know that you can't equate one's value to their status, but it doesn't seem to be the case when people interact with me. Last time I checked I accomplished much more than then any of them. AKA; Ding dong, this chapter's too FUCKING LONG!

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"So she set the little creature down, and felt quite relieved to see it trot away quietly into the wood. 'If it had grown up,' she said to herself, 'it would have made a dreadfully ugly child: but it makes rather a handsome pig, I think.' And she began thinking over other children she knew, who might do very well as pigs, and was just saying to herself, 'if one only knew the right way to change them--' when she was a little startled by seeing the Cheshire Cat sitting on a bough of a tree a few yards off.

The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good-natured, she thought: still it had VERY long claws and a great many teeth, so she felt that it ought to be treated with respect.

'Cheshire Puss,' she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. 'Come, it's pleased so far,' thought Alice, and she went on. 'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'

'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.

'I don't much care where--' said Alice.

'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.

'--so long as I get SOMEWHERE,' Alice added as an explanation.