Y/N returns for her latest adventure in the second season of Black Butler. What sort of mischief will the performer get into this time? Side Note: this is my second book to the series Black Butler and the Modern Reader. Please read the first book before reading this one so that you can follow the story better.

When home alone, Y/N has a strange encounter with a man claiming to be a television god, who grants her the ability to enter her favorite show, Black Butler. However, what he didn't tell her is that this power is much more than it seems... wHaT cAn PoSsIbLy Go WrOnG? {Various Black Butler Characters x Female Reader} Side Note: I wrote the Y/N in this story as American. If that bothers you, sorry. Feel free to ignore that detail if you want to. It's not that important I guess, but it's mentioned a few times in the story. Just a heads up, you know? Another Side Note: This book, as well as it's sequel, are going under some serious editing, so if something's a little goofy that doesn't quite match up, realize I am making some major fixes to parts of the story and dialogue. Along with this, please don't mind that some of it is a little cringe. This is up there with one of my first stories ever made, and I promise, I've improved greatly since then, which you will notice by the time I finish editing what a difference it'll be.

Perhaps on some rare occasion when I am bored or given a writing challenge, I will post the creations here. While as of now they are BTS, I might just create my own characters, I'm not sure. Just relax and enjoy.

Eileen has always been a rather reserved young woman. She has her schedule and sticks to it-for the most part. Eileen is quite the mystery, even to her small circle of friends: she has her boundaries; which most days she stays within while other days she suddenly shoots right past such boundaries without any initial warning. On one such day the hunger for exploration came suddenly to the young woman. Eileen had always passed a small, quaint little duck-park on her way back from her part-time job. It has always been in the corner of her sight; present in her senses but separate from her mind. Today, however, Eileen stopped in the middle of her usually scheduled walk from work, and tore her usually concentrated mind off from the sidewalk below her and cast her eyes to the lively little duck-part. There, in the midst of overzealous young children and boisterous toddlers, Eileen met someone of extraordinary intrigue: like no one she had ever seen in her normally scheduled life or occasional outbursts of curiously. That small little duck-park was where she met him. The young, curious, dark-haired man with a sleek, white-feathered duck settled gently in his hands.

In this book you get to see a glimpse of my soul and how a became me. You also get to look into my past and get to see the events on how I became the god of darkness.