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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With the little boy on my back and my hand gripping the older man's wrist tightly, I make my way to Undertaker's parlor. I try to move fast because I'm not sure how long exactly I'm going to last dragging these two there. Thankfully, it's late enough that barely anyone is outside. I manage to avoid the gaze of those who did wander in the night, so they wouldn't get the wrong idea. I'm carrying an unconscious child and a bleeding adult after all. I think that warrants a good amount of suspicion to be thrown my way if I were to be seen.
Thankfully, I make it to the shop with little to no problems. I try the handle only to find that the door is locked. I groan in frustration as I drop the man's arm to knock firmly on the door. I just hope Undertaker won't actually mind helping me. If he wants a joke in exchange, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve that I hope will work.
Not a minute later the door unlocks and creeks open. I raise a brow when I see he's not at the door. The store looks vacant of life. I sigh, not really in the mood for this right now. Yes, this is awesome (I'm about to meet Undertaker after all), but I have a man that's bleeding out quickly.
I grab the balding dude's hand again and drag him inside before shutting the door with my foot. The second I enter, I'm hit with the strong stench of the deceased, which makes me want to gag. I cough instead and shake my head in attempts to take my mind off of it. I'm careful not to breathe it in heavily either.
"Excuse me, I kind of need some help over here!" I shout. A light cackle reaches my ears, and I turn to where the sound was made. I find myself looking at a coffin that's leaning vertically against a wall. A smirk appears on my lips as I approach it, leaving the bloody man on the floor.
"Oh, just take your time," I start calmly as I adjust the boy on my back. "I only just shotamaninthegoddamnleg!!!" I shout the last part as loud as I can, allowing my panic to shine through. The laughing grows louder, but he remains in the coffin. I grin wider with eyes narrowed in determination as I stare at the wooden casket.
'So,that'showit'sgonnabe.' I knock lightly on the lid, hardly able to contain my own giggles.
"Knock Knock." I hear a few giggles before he responds.
"Who's there?" He whispers close to the wood on the other side of the lid.
