I think the picture says it all😆
💀🖤at a private Phantomhive gathering🖤💀
Victoria's POV:
The boy invited all his closest friends, including me and my father . . . and these people are crazy. Lau and his sister who clings to him, an Indian prince and his butler still eating curry—which was delicious—Elizabeth, and this little girl on spider-like legs who was giving me creepy vibes. And next to her was her butler, how many butlers are in this household?
"Alright everyone, here are the drinks," Sebastian said. "So you're supposed to do this once in a while," I said. "Yes, invite people I know, show them my hospitality, and maybe they'll bring some interesting news," Ciel said. "By the way you look lovely tonight, Victoria." "Oh what this old thing, last time I war this was when I became a you know what." I pointed at my eyes. "Ah yes . . . that," he said. "Here you are, my Lord, Victoria," Sebastian said. I smelled it, nothing but cherry punch, I guess it'll do. "Hmm, there's still one cup left," Sebastian said.
"Hehe, why don't you drink it for yourself," dad said. "I couldn't I'm simply—"
The doors busted open. "Now I knowww you didn't start the party without me."
"Grell, darling what took so long?" "Oh you know work." "Grell what are you doing here?" Sebastian asked. He had knives at the reddy, but I'm not afraid of those. "No don't, I invited him, and I promise he'll stay six feet from you, Sebastian," I said. "My Lord, what do you say?" Ciel just sat there drinking. "You what they say, Sebastian, the more the merrier."
We all had a good time, Grell couldn't move from the couch, Elizabeth talked about dresses, we played pool, and my dad laughed his ass off . . . Until he coughed. "Dad are you ok?" "Y-Yes just *ugh* I'll be right back."
Undertaker's POV:
I did my business in the bathroom and I felt better. I washed my hands and face, and when I looked in the mirror I jumped back. That was not my reflection, at least not in this time period. I had a ponytail instead of a hat, spectacles, and was in my usual reaper uniform instead of robes. I wanted to touch it but I just shook my head and washed my face again, it was dried up but I just couldn't look up. "*sigh* That man is gone, hehe, a new man walks the streets now."
💀🖤the next day🖤💀
When I got home I didn't know we were having guests. Eric and Alan were in the kitchen, Ronald was in my seat relaxing, Grell was leaning on Will, and Victoria was on the floor writing a song. "Hey, dad, I hope you don't mind but I'm having a little gathering of my own," she said. "I don't mind, just remind me first," and I cannot believe this came to mind. "Where's Othello?" "Being a geek and working late," Grell said. Makes sense. "Boys how's the food coming?" Victoria asks. "Ten minutes," Eric said. I wonder what kind of gathering this will be.
💀🖤time skip🖤💀
We were having a good time, I went to put back the bone biscuit jar, and I could have sworn I saw the skull of my death scythe outside. "Everyone be quiet."
Victoria's POV:
I can't believe they actually did that. "Dad what's—"
The front door clicked open and what came through had me blinking and shaking my head. "Oh my god I'm having a deja vu moment," Grell said. In front of my dad stood . . . well, my dad, but the way he looked when he worked as a reaper. Hair in a ponytail with a bow, the spectacles, and even back then he had a little braided. They looked each other up and down, they wanted to touch and make sure this was real. "I wouldn't do that, making physical contact with your other self could ruin your timeline," Will said. They both put down their hands.
"Who are you?" "Isn't it obvious, I'm you . . . just seventy years in the future."
"They even sound the same when they talk," Ronald said. I went to my dads side.
"And who are you?" I asked. The resemblance was uncanny. "I'd like to know who you are first." He crossed his arms over his chest. I looked at my dad, " . . . Oh you're good, you're really good." "Hehehe I know right," Undertaker said. And I do mean Undertaker because he was using his creepy voice, now I can tell the difference even more. "Alright you wanna know my name, my names Victoria. Now tell me yours, and I mean your real name, not 136649," I said.
"I can't."
"What!" And that came from everyone but my dad. "What do you mean you can't?" "If he's me, then he should tell you." I looked to my dad but he just looked down. "You know what how'd you get here?" I asked. "I was finished working, the records that day were so boring I was jumping from building to building, and when I landed here I started coughing. It felt hard to breath and then I lost conciseness, when I woke up everything looked the same, so I just came home."
Weals in my brain were turning. "Dad, yesterday at the gathering, you drank punch and then after a while you started coughing," I said. "Yes and it tasted odd actually," he said. I looked to my younger dad. "You didn't drink or smell anything weird in the past 24 hours, did you?" "Right now the weirdest thing I'm smelling is blood and I wanna know why it's in my apartment." Me and Undertaker looked at each other. "Funny story um—"
"I think I've got it," Will said. He brought out a piece of paper and pencil. He drew two lines. "Undertaker what you drank last night must have made contact with yourself from another time-stream or dimension." Only I understood what he said. "In English, Will," Grell said. "He's from another time like my dad or a parallel world," I said. "But from the looks of these two lines, I'd say dimension or parallel world." "Hmm, at what time did you drink that punch, Undertaker?" "At six," he said. "And at what time did you set foot on this building?" I knew he was talking about his lookalike. ". . . Six." Will drew a line going down into the second one. "At the appointed time you drank and coughed, he came into our world," Will said. Then he drew a line pointing up, "now we just have to get him back before anything in our world—living or dead—or to either of you starts happening." Will handed me the paper, "and something tells me you're the only one who can do it, Victoria."
Cliffhanger😈