~ I own the plot updates are slow bye ~ You lived at the children hospital for three years. You were a spacial child you could since goodness. And badness in people you had another ability. But you never used it afraid that it will hurt people you care for like the nurses and the doctors. you never concerted. The doctors or the nurses as family only friends. You always visited the elderly people. At the main hospital making them laugh or smile. It made you happy knowing that you made their day. One night you snuck out of your room and went. To the main hospital next door you came across. A room and pushed the door open slightly. You saw a young man looked about the age. Of twenty or twenty five he looked lonely. So you went in the room and pushed a chair. Next to his bed and climbed on the chair. Then onto his bed and curled next to him.

You heard the title! Everything from Ciel getting a cavity to Sebastian singing Wrecking Ball! Now, hold onto your shorts because this is going to be simply one hell of a Black Butler Crack series. ;) I am proud to announce that this book is #126 in Black Butler as of August 5, 2018! Thank you all so much. I love you. <3 Requests are closed! WARNING: Contains frequent Hetalia, Attack On Titan, and SpongeBob references! Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Black Butler characters or Black Butler, despite how much I want to. :3 Published August 10, 2015.

Basically one shots of Bleach. Request anyone. Enjoy!

When I woke to green light and purple shadows. The air was heavy and humid, wrapping around me like a blanket. A faint buzzing irritated my ears. Fear gripped me. They would be coming soon. Coming with their sharp silver instruments and whispered promises that they were "just trying to fix you. It'll be over soon." Ignoring my screams. Looking down on me with painted smiles. I close my hand around the glass shard.

The word has an angry, malignant sound that brings the idea of attack vividly into the mind. There is a vicious sting about it somewhere -- even a foreigner, ignorant of the meaning, must feel it. A hornet is wicked; it darts and stabs; it pierces, aiming without provocation for the face and eyes. The name suggests a metallic droning of evil wings, fierce flight, and poisonous assault. Though black and yellow, it sounds scarlet. There is blood in it. A striped tiger of the air in concentrated form! There is no escape -- if it attacks.

She lived deep in the forest in a tiny cottage and sold herbal remedies for a living. Folks living in the town nearby called her Bloody Mary, and said she was a witch. None dared cross the old crone for fear that their cows would go dry, their food-stores rot away before winter, their children take sick of fever, or any number of terrible things that an angry witch could do to her neighbors.

My stepmother was vile. I guess most kids think that when their father remarries. But in this case, it was true. She only married Father because he was rich, and she hated children. There were three of us – me (Marie), my middle brother Richard and my youngest brother Charles. We were the price my stepmother Sparrow paid for being rich. And we were all that stood between her and inheriting Father's money when he died. So she took steps against us. She sent my youngest brother Charles away to boarding school overseas. It had a good, scholarly reputation, but it also had the reputation for being a hard school that was full of bullies and strict discipline. Not a place where a delicate child like Charles, who had been sickly as a baby, would thrive. He was miserable there. Somehow, Sparrow contrived to keep him there for all but the summer holidays, and when he came home the first year he was pale and thin with dark circles under his eyes that looked like bruises. He cried – he actually cried! – when Father told him he had to go back to the school. But Father didn't listen to him. Sparrow thought it would be good for Charles to go there, and so Charles went. I did everything I could – encouraging letters and daily phone calls – until Sparrow said it was too expensive and restricted calls to five minutes once a month. I even got Father to book me a ticket to Europe so I could visit Charles. Sparrow was enraged when she found out. Her blue eyes went so cold it made chills run up my spine, and her pink mouth thinned into a bitter line that bade ill for me since I had dared to interfere.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'This some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door- Only this and nothing more." By Edgar Allan Poe