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...
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I stand near the microwave in the kitchen, shifting my weight onto my left foot sometimes and then to my right soon after, as I wait on my food to finish cooking. I nearly flinch at the piercing sound it made when the timer went off and quickly yank open the door to put a stop to it. I had been so spaced out, wondering what I should do before bed. There are a few options: reading, watching whatever's on YouTube or maybe a movie, video games, etcetera. This is the common conundrum I have whenever I'm left home alone... for the bazilyionth time. Not that I care. It happens so often nowadays, I'm hardly fazed, and besides, I'm old enough to take care of myself. It still kinda sucks, though, I will admit. I take my instant ramen out of the microwave and set it aside to cool down a bit. In the meantime, I go to my bedroom to change into comfy attire.
After sifting through a drawer in my dark, wooden dresser, I pick out warm, skeleton footie-pajamas. Yes, you heard correctly, footie pajamas. I am quite fond of childish things like these. They bring me a sense of comfort, and besides, the house is freezing, so it's perfect for a night of lounging around. As soon as I'm dressed, I have a look at my selection of movies and TV shows, skimming over the titles until my eyes land on a DVD of Black Butler's first season.
'It has been a while since I've watched it. Why not?' Smiling, I take everything I need into the living room before finally settling down, turning on the lamps on the side tables after leaving my bowl of food on the coffee table. I snuggle into the couch with a sigh before picking up the remote to get started, slurping on my noodles after pressing the play button. Everything was pretty normal for a couple episodes until the screen randomly glitched. I brushed it off at first before it happened again, this time filling the entire thing with static.
"Really?" I grumble out in annoyance, brows scrunched in confusion, since I've never seen the T.V. do this before. The next thing I know, the whole house began to shake, making me shout out in surprise as I hold onto the couch to secure myself with widened eyes.
'Oh, shit! An earthquake?' My heart races as I get up to find someplace safe to take cover, stumbling as the rumbling gets more violent. Unable to keep my balance, I collapse to the floor and groan in pain as I push myself up. Thankfully, the shaking came to a sudden halt, but then, the lights went out. I could hear my pulse within the silence, and I couldn't see a damn thing in the dark, so I follow the wall into the kitchen in search of a flashlight. I feel around for the right drawer only to ram my side into the counter on accident. I inhale sharply and curse as I put a hand over the tender spot.
