A young girl, around the age of fifteen, had came from the village and gotten lost deep in the woods, a faded letter the only thing in her hand. Arriving upon a manor, she knocks on the ominous door asking, “Is anyone there?”
The door creaks open to the sight of a butler with black hair and crimson eyes. “My, do you need some help?” He queries.
A pair of small, almost identical doll-like figures gather at the door to greet her as well. “Welcome,” The doll-girl says.
“To our wondrous mansion,” The doll-boy finishes.
They both grab her arms, pulling her into the dark manor. The girls head whirls once she steps foot into the manor, but she quickly shook off her thoughts when a maid appears saying, “Please, do let me prepare you some tea,”
Everyone gathers as the female guest is ‘appraised’, you could say. A man with blackish-blue hair who looks to be the master of the manor remarks, “A meeting such as this, you know, must be fate!”
The doll-twins then chirp, “Then we shall party, party!”
“Let us welcome you!” They all say in complete unison.
“Hurry, hurry!” The boy doll says.
The butler then says, “Pour the wine.”
“Are you ready?” The girl-doll asks.
“Are we, indeed?” The mistress counters.
“Then let us begin!” They all sing.
It seemed that this guest was very important, or so they made her feel as such.
“You’re the main role in this crazy night,” The master once remarked to her, handing her a glass of wine.
“All dressed up with a glass of wine,” The doll-twins trill. “Once you’re drunk enough, won’t you enjoy yourself so?”
“Sing, dance, make merry,” The mistress and maid croon, “Forget what’s sweet and bitter, ‘till the point of madness.”
The night after the banquet, something seemed amiss. The lady had fallen asleep and awoken, but the morning never came. As the lady gathered herself and walked into the hallway, the doll-twins came across her.
“Shall we,” The girl-doll started. “Tell you a secret?” The boy-doll finished.
The lady stayed silent but looked at them intently. “Take a look at that clock.” They both say, pointing to a grandfather clock in the distance.
The lady looked, and sure enough time was frozen. The clocks no longer moved; morning wouldn’t come. But little did she know, all was as it was planned.
The lady’s head was beginning to whirl again, and she fled to the first place she could find, a secret chamber. down the hall. Upon opening the door she screamed, “Jesus, Jesus!”
A pile of coffins lay in that room, the smell of death wavering in the air. The mistress came in from behind the lady. “Oh, dear.”
“So you saw it?” The master’s alluring voice rang in her ears.
“Danger, Danger,” The doll-boy trilled.
“Don’t be scared, please,” The maid looked at the lady’s terror-stricken face.
“Where are you off to?” The doll-girl inquired as the lady shoved passed everyone to get away.
“Where, indeed?” The butler repeated.
“Please, wait!” They all called together in a sing- song tone.
You are the lead actress in this crazy night- is all according to script? A voice played in her head. What then, of tonight, what ending? It’s all up to you, you know. The voice continued, Search, look hard for a happy ending, but mess up the order and it’s all over. The voice was so sticky-sweet that it was sickening as it persisted, Does the true end lie in those coffins?
At this point, she could hear foot falls gaining on her. “Ah, Is it just another bad end night?” All of their voices caroled together as they pursued her down a staircase. They eventually caught up to her and her legs trembled under her as she asked, “What can I do to get back home?”
The master and the mistress both responded, “Once the play is over…”
“Then you shall return...” The butler and the maid chime in.
The soft-spoken lady slowly stood. “The key to the happy ending, Where has it ended up?”
She fled fearfully back up the steps, heading for the grandfather clock the twins introduced her to earlier. “The coldly-glinting key,” She reminded herself slowly. “I found it~.” Instead of having two hands pointing at the time, they were golden daggers.
She then proceeded to find the household, showing off her new blades. “I am the lead actress in this crazy night,” She began, “Plunging a knife into your skulls.” She finished, doing just so to the butler and the master. “And once I’ve swung it just enough… I began to enjoy myself so.” Too bad they were both demons.
The door shuts behind her and the two pull the daggers out of their skin. “What a pity, you found the key just to give it right back to us.”
You could guess what happened afterwards. She just ended up as another coffin.
*** (Aurelia’s POV)
“Sebastian; Rachel, that was great! You should be storytellers,”
“Why thank you, I am merely one hell of a butler,” Sebastian says, “If I couldn’t prepare such a story, what kind of butler would I be?”
I smile and look over to Rachel. “And what about you?” I query.
“I’ve been telling you stories since you were young, of course I would know what would please you,”
Oliver and Ciel both look at us lot like we’re mad before I ask, “Did you not fancy it?”
They both sigh.
“To each their own, I guess,” Ciel says.
A/N: This is based heavily off of the song on the side. I hope you enjoyed reading this! :3
