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~These Haunting Thoughts~ Alois Trancy
So very dark....
Even now, it seems like darkness will forever consume my very being.
It encompasses me, delicately wrapping its' cold, invisible fingers around me. Around my heart.
"Dinner is prepared, Master."
It is amusing how a simple flick of my wrist sends them scattering away like helpless cockroaches.
No... it's disgusting. Absolutely pitiful.
"Would you care for anything else, Master?"
"No. Leave. Now."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Yes, Your Highness... Yes, Your Highness.... if only you knew how badly those three simple words pain me.
But you do know... Don't you, Claude?
Yes, of course you do.
It's obvious. Why else would you repeat that phrase over and over again?
To torment me. To drive me insane.
To inflict psychological wounds far worse than you could ever hope to understand.
They have the gall to wonder why I lash out at them.
It's because deep down....
Everyone seems to fawn over that Phantomhive brat. Even Claude.
~Revenge Is Sweet~ | Black Butler X Reader |
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"Are you positive this will work?" A certain red haired shinigami asked, a skeptical look on his face.
"Absolutely. All I ask for in return is a little... entertainment of my own, if you know what I mean." You said, earning a toothy grin from your friend.
"Anything for you, Darling~" He replied. You nodded.
"I appreciate it. So! All you have to do is get this in his system somehow and you'll be good to go for about... ohh... two to three hours." You said, holding up a small vial filled with a clear liquid. Grell took it and carefully slipped it in his pocket. You smiled. "Let the game commence~"
~At le Phantomhive Manor~
"You owe me, you little brat!" Grell stated, pointing a finger at the young Earl in front of him.
"What are you talking about?" Ciel asked, clearly unamused.
"That time when your little girlfriend was kidnapped by that puppet, you told me that I could have Bassy for a day if I hel
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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