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...
I enter my new room in the manor. It was certainly something.
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As I sat on the bed someone knocked on the door, interrupting my thoughts.
"Come in."
Drossel walks in. In his hands was a present wrapped in dark blue paper and a glittery, light blue ribbon. I raise a brow in confusion upon seeing it.
"My lady, I have made you something." He sets the gift on my lap. I look down at it before meeting his amethyst eyes.
"Drossel, you really didn't have to."
"Please, open it."
I remove the ribbon and open the box. I covered my mouth, and my eyes widened in surprise at it's contents. I felt tears well up in my eyes from happiness.
"Drossel this is..." I couldn't believe my eyes.
"And so, I thought to myself: my lady has been upset ever since her bear was burned, so I made a new one. Is it to your liking, my lady?"
I jumped up and hugged him tightly, catching him by surprise.
"Drossel, that is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me! Thank you so much! It's beautiful!"
The item was a bear, whose fur was black, but its muzzle, the inside of its ears, and belly was a royal blue color. It had the same symbol that was on Drossel's cheek on its stomach, but in black. I grabbed the glittery ribbon and tied it around the plush toy's neck.
"Are you going to name him?" He asks.
"Hmm...yeah. I have a lot of naming to do today. I think I'll call him," I thought of random names and decided to let the internet in my brain decide.
"Derek." I saw Drossel form a small, rare smile. He went over to my wardrobe and pulled out a navy blue nightgown. He got me undressed and put it on me like he always does. I got used to him dressing me after a while. A loud clash of thunder sounded outside, catching my attention.
"It looks like a storm is coming." Lightning flashed outside the window, and Oliver burst through the door and collided with me. I fell on the floor, with him on top, from the impact. Oliver was crying and gripping onto my nightgown tightly. I was honestly surprised.
"Oliver, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
More thunder crashed, and he held onto me tighter with a few whimpers escaping his lips. This answered my question.
"Oliver, there you are!" Arthur ran into the room. He stands beside Drossel.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N. Oliver is afraid of storms."
"That's all right, Arthur." I pat Oliver's head comfortingly before I sitting up. "I used to be scared of storms too. He'll eventually grow out of it, so don't worry. How about we do something I used to do when it stormed back at home?"
