Trapped in black butler【Book of dimensions】***UNDER HEAVY REWRITES***

chapter 2: Victorian living isn't as great as it's cracked up to be.

Midday

"AHHHH!" I screamed as I violently was pulled from my bed into my screen. If I wasn't so terrified at the time, I would've wondered how it would be physically possible to fit into a 16-inch laptop. Nevertheless, I was falling at increasing speed until, with a flash of light, I was no longer in my light grey bedroom and am now in what looks to be the sky falling at an increasing speed. As I was screaming and flailing around, I  promptly fell, face first mind you, onto the cold, wet sand of a riverbank.

I sit up. Where the heck am I? I thought as I patted myself down, I was wearing my plaid pajamas and miraculously still had my phone. Okay, okay, maybe this is a dream, I was already very sleep deprived by the time I turned on my laptop. This could all be an elaborate dream.

This crossed my mind before I realized I could feel everything. As I clearly remember from jasmine, "it's impossible to feel pain or temperature in a dream." And currently, I'm on wet, mildew smelling sand in my pajamas. After this realization, I was in full-blown panic mode.

After calming myself down, I retraced the steps of my day. This must be because of that file an- and that person! So if that's true...I must be in black butler! I mean... It's as plausible as a magic vortex... Unless I really have just lost it. As I realized this, I noticed a group of teenagers in tattered dresses sifting through the muck of, what I assume to be, the Thames. This wholly confirmed my thought of being in black butler.

Wow! I can't believe I get to be a part of my favorite anime, Me! I get up, brush the sand off my clothes and excitedly hurry over to talk to the group of girls. I step carefully to avoid the muck, broken glass, and other undesired things in the sand. As I approach, they look at me in an odd way, not a "who is she?" way, and more like a sizing me up to mug me way. I don't blame them, I do look weird I'm wearing pajamas with no shoes on, I look clean, and appearance-wise I'm quite average. I wish I could say I look average in a fanfiction way, basically secretly pretty. But, no, I just have dull brown hair and boring brown eyes.

I walk up to them trying to contain my excitement and say the first thing that comes to mind.

"ah..Um-... Where am I?" 

A look of annoyance crosses their faces. What looks like the oldest girl says "Miss, You're on the banks of the Thames. Are you lost?"

I see my opportunity to look less like a fool and take it. 

"Erm... Yes! I mean... I just flew- I mean I took a ship from America... And it just docked and I lost all my luggage except for my pajamas. Would you mind if I stayed with you for a couple of days until my...uh...friend could pick me up." I wait with anticipation for their answer.

"No." she says firmly "My family is struggling as it is" she gestures to the three other girls working tirelessly to sift through the muck for anything of value "And I don't need no rich girl looking down on me for what I do." She turns around and gets back to work.

Fuck. How am I going to survive? I don't have any money, connections, or job experience. What am I going to do? Just then, I had a great idea; I take out one of my silver stud earrings. Well, it's worth a shot.

"Miss, I still have my silver earrings. maybe I can trade it for a night or two of room and board?" I outstretch my hand with the small earring.

She turns around hastily and aggressively snatches the earring out of my outstretched hand. She spends a minute inspecting it and places it into her pocket.

"Okay, well." she says with a new air of friendliness around her, "you're welcome to stay with my family for two nights. I'll even give you some new clothes." she says, seeming quite proud of herself.

"really! Oh, thank you!" She seems to mumble "sucker" to one of her sisters, and I get the feeling That I've made a mistake.

Sundown

After a couple of hours of talking with the sisters I find out the oldest girl is named Catherine Shaw, the year is 1888, and her family collects buttons, jewelry, and scrap to make ends meet.

The girls finish their daily work and start to head to, presumably, their house. They call me over and we chat.

"Hey uh..." 

"Catherine" she replies in a worn-out tone.

"Catherine, right, have you heard of the Phantomhives by chance?" I ask, internally holding my breath waiting for a reply.

"Yeah. Don't they make sweets?" 

"yes." My heart starts to race "Do you know where I can find the head of the company...Ciel Phantomhive?" I say excitedly. I'm going to meet Ciel Phantomhive! This is a dream come true, I know enough about the manga and anime to befriend him. Maybe it'll be like the fanfiction I read, and I'll get hired as a maid and, and... As I was daydreaming, I don't hear Catherine's reply.

"Umm, Emily? Are you feeling alright?" She asks, snapping me out of my daydream.

"yes, I'm fine. Are we there yet?" I ask, trying to wipe the sleep out of my eyes.

She doesn't reply; she just walks into a shabby-looking building while everyone follows, including me. I look around, trying to hide my disgust. There is no furniture, beds, or much of anything except a small fire in the center of the stone floor. There isn't even glass in the windows!

Catherine wordlessly hands me a pile of slightly torn and discolored clothes and stale bread; I look around before I stupidly ask, "where's my bed?". I see everyone lay on the ground and follow suit, I quickly eat the bread and using the clothes as a makeshift pillow I fall into an uneasy sleep with dreaming of meeting Ciel and Sebastian.

Author's Note: hey guys thanks for reading chapter 2. I'm still updating every day so if you enjoy the story remember to like the story, and voice your criticism in the comments. anything helps. :^)