Till Death do we Part Sebastian x reader

His Maid, Cinematic Record

5 months??? I'm sorry- I graduate soon (hopefully), so will be free to write.

You stirred, slowly regaining consciousness you felt a sense of unease wash over you. All you remember from your dream was the day you got kidnapped, as if it had just happened yesterday. You still never got the chance to figure out who had it out for you, you were too busy running around playing maid, detective, wife, and mother. Perhaps it was better to let it go, there's nothing more dangerous for you out there than an unguarded half demon toddler. You felt like crap, whatever drug they used worked too well in putting you to sleep.

"Y/n?"

You picked up your head slowly at the sound of a child's voice. Your eyes popped wide open at the sight of the little brunette.

"Alfred?"

"Y/n," He repeated, his eyes widened like a baby doe. "I've missed you so much."

Clearing your throat you found your voice, "I've missed you too..." you trailed off, it felt so surreal to talk to him again. Too eerie even for your morbid taste. He died twice. The young lord gave you his word that he died. You mentally laughed, his word... until now you thought he was an only child. The irony. "Why're you here? I don't get it."

"You said we'd get away," his timid voice spoke up. "When you saved up enough, we'd go to the countryside."

"But Al, that was a long time ago," you gave him a small sad smile.

"You promised!"

"I know but, things are different now. I've-" you swallowed the word, but the anxious ball in your stomach pushed it back up, "got a family."

"And you're the only family I've got."

"You're dead Al."

"That's impossible I'm right here talking to you!" Tears started to brim his eyes. He knew he was dead, Undertaker may have modified cinematic records, but the bizarre dolls knew something was missing. They go out to seek it, whether it be a soul or a memory they can't complete. His memory was your promise.

"Lift up your bangs, when was the last time you were hungry? When was the last time you grew? You should be a teenager by now."

He fell silent, tears dropping to the floor.

"I can't take you with me dove, and you know it," you said sadly. You wanted nothing more to correct your failure to keep your promise. But to a walking corpse?

A voice far off in the distance made you jump, it seemed to echo within the room as you looked around for the source. Realization hit and you sighed in annoyance. His voice was slowly becoming an irritant whenever you heard it.

"Morning dearie, hope you slept well!"

That happy nasally voice made you stir even more. You were clueless about the previous events that started to slowly trickle back to your mind along with consciousness. You groaned, your tongue felt like lead and your wrists hurt. You were chained to a wall, hands on either side above your head. The pain of them digging into your wrists slowly started elevating. Alfred was gone, replaced by Undertaker I should've known it was you."

"Thee one and only. How are you?"

"Feel like a carriage drove over me." You glanced up at the cheerful grim reaper before sighing closing your heavy eyelids, "Just then, Alfred wasn't real was he? It was you... Stop messing with my head, I'm not one of your experiments."

"Hehe," he grinned. "Sorry about that, just a small precaution. Besides, your subconscious is much easier roam around than using my scythe dearie."

Your eyes popped back open, their demonic fuchsia burning brightly. "Corbin, where is he?" You pulled on your chains and stood up. Immediately you felt dizzy and fell to your knees still struggling to break out your shackles.