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...
He tiredly opens his eye to meet mine. I just realized this was the first time I've seen him without his eyepatch. He had a scar over his eyelid, and it looked like it wouldn't be able to open, even if he tried. His expression lightens when he realizes it's me.
"Mornin', Y/N!" He smiled happily as he stretch his arms. I chuckle at his energy.
"Morning, Oli. Come on and get dressed so we can go eat breakfast."
"Miss Y/N, Drossel usually picks out my clothes," he mentions. I blink a few times before responding.
"Oh...okay, then. I'll just pick you out something." I walked to his wardrobe, and opened it. There was many different clothes, but I finally found something. I wanted to take my servants out today, so they'd need some nice clothes.
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"Here you go, Oli." I set the garments onto his bed before opening his nightstand drawer. Inside was a hairbrush, and his eye patches. I picked a black one with a cool design on it and set it on top of his clothes.
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"I'll meet you in the dining room.''
"Okay!"
I walked down the hall and towards the front of the manor, where the dining room was.
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I realize that I'm still in my nightgown on the way there, so I quickly altered my outfit.
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I take my seat at the head of the table as I wait for the others to enter. Arthur was the first to walk in. He sat down on my left, and Oliver followed after his brother before sitting beside him. Gregory walked in next. His green hair was combed and gelled back nicely, and he wore a black tailcoat (that I assume Drossel made) with black pants and dress shoes.
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I recently found out that Drossel takes measurements while you're asleep. I shivered when I remembered when I was looking for him one night and found him in Oliver's room with measuring tape while the boy was asleep. I thought he was trying to turn him into a doll and completely freaked out.
