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Chapter one: The Strange “Man”
Should I call the Undertaker's?
I asked myself, as I stared down at the red haired, strange looking man, dead in the flowering meadow. At least I think it's a man. After all, “it” was wearing a ladies red jacket and wore “it's” hair long and down. But the chest of this strange specimen was flat.
He's not even breathing and I'm worried about his stupid gender! What the hell is wrong with me?! That's it, I'm calling the Undertaker's when I get to Erica's!
I knelt down to the grass to get a better look at him. His skin was pale as moonlight, like all the color had drained from his face. I couldn't tell if his skin was originally that color or if it was because of his death. I looked everywhere on the body for maybe a stab wound or a bruise, but he just lay there beautifully motionless and clean of any abrasions.
“Oh, Sebastian, wherefore art thou, my fiend angelical?”
“AAAAAAAHHHHH,” I fell over with surprise “He talked!”
I scuttled away backwards, frantically like a crab and got up shakily onto my feet, only to fall back down again.
“I'm waiting for a certain special prince to wake me up with a magic kiss.....” he said seductively.
At that, I ran away. My picnic basket that I made for me and Erica to share this afternoon spilled everywhere, but I was too stunned to care about the assorted pastries, teas and berries flying every which way. Now the thought of turning up to my best friend's house without a gift dawned horribly on me.
Damn, I thought, as I sprinted up the road.
Should I call the Undertaker's?
I asked myself, as I stared down at the red haired, strange looking man, dead in the flowering meadow. At least I think it's a man. After all, “it” was wearing a ladies red jacket and wore “it's” hair long and down. But the chest of this strange specimen was flat.
He's not even breathing and I'm worried about his stupid gender! What the hell is wrong with me?! That's it, I'm calling the Undertaker's when I get to Erica's!
I knelt down to the grass to get a better look at him. His skin was pale as moonlight, like all the color had drained from his face. I couldn't tell if his skin was originally that color or if it was because of his death. I looked everywhere on the body for maybe a stab wound or a bruise, but he just lay there beautifully motionless and clean of any abrasions.
“Oh, Sebastian, wherefore art thou, my fiend angelical?”
“AAAAAAAHHHHH,” I fell over with surprise “He talked!”
I scuttled away backwards, frantically like a crab and got up shakily onto my feet, only to fall back down again.
“I'm waiting for a certain special prince to wake me up with a magic kiss.....” he said seductively.
At that, I ran away. My picnic basket that I made for me and Erica to share this afternoon spilled everywhere, but I was too stunned to care about the assorted pastries, teas and berries flying every which way. Now the thought of turning up to my best friend's house without a gift dawned horribly on me.
Damn, I thought, as I sprinted up the road.
This is a Fanfic I started to write, because my friend Erica wanted me to. It's where me and her are dropped into the world of Black Butler and stuff. SOOOOOO enjoy, dammit. I also need a name for my character, so please give me ant ideas you have!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!This is from the episode where Grell falls asleep and doesn’t breathe, and my OC finds him and calls Undertakers
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Pffffftttttt this comment is so late but I love this XD