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You sat on a soft chair and stared out your window. You watched the endless sea of leaves and tree touch the horizon as the sun peaked through. It was like a green blanket that was being peeled off by the giant ball of fire so that it could climb up the cloud ladder and reach its spot in the sky. You had stayed up for a long time, simply watching the sky tell you its story. When you were alone in the cave you spent most, if not all, of your time asleep. But now, when you were on an actual bed, in an actual room, wearing an actual night gown, your eyes could hardly blink. It didn’t make any sense. Here you were comfortable, well more comfortable than you were before, and in a relatively safe room. That should have been more than enough reason to be able to sleep peacefully. Yet, with every second you stayed in your prison, you got more frantic. And the crowd up in your noggin wasn’t really helping.‘We are going to die here!!! Alois is planning on fattening us up and then he’ll feed us to the triplets!’‘Or maybe he’ll use us like as a sex slave.’
‘Don’t be ridiculous. Alois is still a child. He’s too young for sex.’‘Well, maybe we’re meant for Claude then.’
You shuddered in disgust and snapped at the voices. They shut up after that, thankfully. Your tired eyes went back to your window. A small smile twitched upward as you basked in the light that flooded the room after the sun had finally reached its throne high up in the blue sky.
“If I was to be thrown into a cell one day and if I had a choice of bringing any one thing with me...I’d take this window.” You mused aloud.
“Well that sure is stupid. I’d take a fucking bomb and bust my way out.” An absolutely obnoxious and unwanted voice piped in. “Fuck you, I heard that.” She growled and stepped away from the shadows. The other you made herself home and plopped herself onto the large bed. She inspected the room from her perch before letting out a mildly impressed whistle, “Man, this place sure beats the stinky old cave Sebastian left us to rot in.”
Getting all defensive you argued, “I-it was the only place no one would think to look in! He was just trying to keep us—I mean me
safe.” You continued mumbling the word “me” over and over again in a foolish attempt to remind yourself that you’re one person, just one. The voices in your head were exactly what they were, simply voices, just voices.
The other you laughed, “Oh for fuck’s sake, admit that you’re fucking insane woman. There’s two of us in here and a billion in your skull!”
Your eyes glared sharply at the other you. You stood up from your seat and marched your way over to the bozo, “Listen here you twat. Explain yourself! Who the hell are you?! How are you here!? Why are you here!?”
The other you rolled her eyes, “Don’t get your undies in a twist. Who am I? I’m you, if it isn’t already fucking obvious. How am I here? I don’t fucking know, but I’m not going to be a bitch about it. Why am I here? Hmm... I guess it’s to save your fucking ass.”
You slammed your palms on either side of the other you and spat in her smug face, “Save me?
You made me snap at Alois!”
“So what?” She shrugged, “Can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.”
“You weren’t just “breaking a few eggs”!” You screamed, “You were going to kill the damn chicken!”
The two of you would have continued arguing had Hannah not come into the room. Her eye looked at you with perhaps a tint of worry in it, “My lady? You were screaming. Do you require assistance?”
Your eyes widened as you looked back to where the other you had been. However, she wasn’t there anymore. Your mouth fell open and your eyes shifted from the empty bed to Hannah to the bed again. Your pursed your lips together and quietly mumbled, “No...Everything’s alright.”
Hannah bowed slightly and was about to leave when you called her back, “Wait! Actually...I.. um..I could use some answers.”
The tan demon’s hand hovered over the doorknob as she thought about your request. Alois had ordered her to see to what you needed...so technically, she wasn’t forbidden to answer a couple of questions. Hannah let her hand fall back to her sides and she turned to face you once more. You motioned for Hannah to sit on the bed with you; you had a lot of questions after all. You started with the basics, just a few simple questions like “What day is it?” “How long have I been here?” “How mad was Alois?” “When will I be allowed out again?” Hannah had been very patient with you and did not mind your tendency to ramble, or at least not openly. The atmosphere had quietly fallen into a very comfortable one and the conversation had transformed from a full on interrogation to a real conversation with the occasional question from your side. Hannah had even begun brushing your hair at one point, which was pleasant. She had made a small comment about you needing to trim your hair seeing as it was a pretty much dead moss stuck to your scalp. You had giggled and agreed. However, you just had to damped the mood and ask a few very
You bit your lip and mustered the courage to ask, “What exactly happened to Angela?”
Hannah did not stop brushing your hair as she answered, “The crow demon destroyed the angel during their battle.”
You hummed, “So luckily that didn’t change...What about Ciel? Is his soul here?”
Hannah’s face contorted into one of mild confusion, “Why would his soul be here?”
You looked back at the maid quizzically, “What do you mean why? Alois needed it to get back at Sebastian. How else does he plan on getting him riled up?”
Hannah did not answer. She kept silent and her gaze stayed on you. Seconds ticked by and the gears in your head began turning. When you finally realized what happened, Hannah had begun to worry that your eyes might actually pop out of their sockets and roll out of your head. Your face turned paper-white as you shakily spoke, “H-h-he’s... he-e’s d-dead?”
A nod was the reply.
You licked your lips, “A-am I-I-I the p-plan?”
A scream erupted from your throat and your hands went up to your scalp. Your fingers curled into your hair and you began tugging them out. Your eyes stung with tears and senseless mummers gushed out of your mouth. Panic, fear, and anxiety seeped in and sent your body into complete autopilot. Even though you were sure that you were still awake, you could feel
yourself being pulled out of your consciousness and into a small dark little area. The force sent you flat onto your ass. Too frantic to question where you were, or what happened, you simply curled into a small human-ball and sobbed. Your arms and jaw tingled, but you couldn’t tell why, nor did you care to find out.
Nothing made sense anymore. Everything spiralled downward so quickly, it was terrifying. In the beginning, you knew every word everyone was going to say. Now... now you didn’t know anything. You didn’t even have a clue of what month it was until Hannah told you. You felt... naked in a sense. Naked, vulnerable, lost and... alone.
“Y-you’re not alone...” A voice called out.
Your head snapped up and you began searching for the sound, “W-wha?”
Out of the darkness, came out another you. She wasn’t the asshole you met before, no, she was different. Her hair was loose, and she wore one of your old outfits. This you shuffled on her feet awkwardly and pulled her clothes, “H-Hi... I-I-I’m scared too..”
“I’m hungry more than scared to be completely honest.” Said a h/c-haired girl wearing your favourite pjs and rocking your bed-head. She scratched her stomach lazily, “Though, I guess I’m a bit terrified too.”
Several different versions of you began popping up at once and began filling in the darkness that had been there. All of them wore different clothes and had different hair-styles. Some had the extra extensions Undertaker had given you, some didn’t, but in the end, they were all you
.You scrambled up onto your feet and began backing away. “W-what the hell!?”
You turned around to run, but before you could, a pair of hands settled onto your shoulder and held you there, “Hey hey hey... Calm down darling. We’re not going to hurt you.” A you with a soft smile said. She looked exactly how you did when you officially joined the Phantomhive manor as a maid, minus the cat ears and tail.
You couldn’t explain it, but just seeing her managed to ease the tension wrapped around you, “W-w-where..?”
“We’re in your head love. But it’s okay, I already handled your body.” She smiled brightly, “It’s resting right now. I’m sorry if I dropped you too harshly in here... I needed to get you out of there fast.”
She watched with slight worry as you opened and closed your mouth, visibly trying to process everything.
“Ugh!” A bikini-clad you spoke out, “All this stressin’ is going to make us lose our hair!! You know what we need!? To get laid reaaal good!”
“Oh oh or have a niiiice big meal~” cooed the pj-you, “A nap could work too.”
Maid-you rolled her eyes and giggled, “What they mean is that we’re carrying too much on our shoulders. We need to trust that Sebastian will come and find us.”
Maid-you’s eyes widened when she noticed that you were no longer shaking. You weren’t even crying anymore, you were just standing there. And then, out of seemingly nowhere, a shadow-like creature emerged from behind you. It took the shape of a person, a person maid-you admittedly hated. Every other you noticed the shadow-person, but you seemed oblivious to it.
“Get me out of here now.” You hissed, “I hate this place and I hate every single one of you. Here, nothing is making sense, and all you can say is that I'm stressing too much!? Nonsense! You’re nothing but weaknesses. And least bitch-me can do
Maid-you sighed and her eyebrow twitched. She grumbled some words before turning to you with the most annoyed expression imaginable, “As you wish.”
She then pushed you and right when you hit the ground, your body jerked and bright colours invaded your vision. You gasped and sat up with cold sweat dripping down the side of your forehead. You looked around to see if anyone else was around, but luckily it was just you in the big intimating room. Despite how roomy it was, the four walls made you feel suffocated. The unexplained anger inside you also pushed you to do something
other than sit in these four walls for a minute longer. And despite how much of a bad idea it was, you couldn’t help but open the door and step out. It was a stupid and reckless decision, but you couldn’t be in that prison cell for a moment longer. The window that offered you comfort now was teasing you. Where once the sight of trees and birds were enough to satisfy you, it now felt like it was taunting you.
You needed to get out.
Your bare feet tapped over the wooden floor boards in the vast hallway. Your hand was pressed against the painted walls to steady yourself, and your ears were twitched every couple of seconds. You knew that you were breathing heavily, you knew you’d be caught, you knew this was the most idiotic thing you could have done, but you didn’t care. A sort of child-like wonder coursed through you as you walked through the Trancy manor. It was just like when you were first able to fully explore the Phantomhive estate. It was familiar.
And that one small thought was more comforting than anything you could have ever asked for. And just like that, nearly all of the tension in you melted away. Granted you weren’t about to let your guard down completely, but you felt some peace.
Your ears stood up when rhythmic taps began leaking out of one room. If memory served right then.. this was the dining area. You shyly opened the door and peaked inside. The large pale dining room was fairly empty. In fact, it would have been deserted had it not been for the spider demon tap-dancing high up. Your mouth fell open as you were mesmerized by the fluid and quick moments of Claude’s feet. The dance was clearly difficult, but he made it look so easy
. The demon abruptly turned around and threw his glasses into the air. You couldn’t help but gasp in awe when he jumped onto the chandeliers and threw the cream carpet up into the air. Everything after that happened so fast, you got dizzy by the fast blurry change of colours. Mere seconds later, Claude was on the floor and his spectacles fell snugly onto his nose.
“Woah...” you whispered softly and stared at the walls that shed away their pale colour for a much stronger red. Despite how much you’d rather not admit it, Claude had thoroughly impressed you.
“I do believe that even in the future it is bad manners to sneak around someone else’s home.” Warm breath washed onto your neck.
Your shoulders stiffened and the hairs on your tail stood up, “I-I-I’m so-sorry.. I just—I wanted to— Eek!” All of a sudden you were trapped in between Claude and the door. Your heart was beating erratically at the close proximity between your body and Claude’s much taller one. His golden eyes stared down at you with such intensity, you were pretty sure that he was dissecting your soul with them. And let’s be honest, he probably was. You gulped and pressed your back against the door in futile attempt to put more distance in between you and him. Sadly, the only thing it did was make your back sore. His silence was starting to irritate you. What was he thinking and why was he staring at you as if you were an odd trinket? Couldn’t he see that you were getting uncomfortable!?
“Take picture why don’t ya?” You seethed, “It lasts longer.”
Claude’s staring didn’t falter, and his face didn’t as much as twitch, which only angered you further. What right does this guy have to act this way!? So what if he’s a soul-sucking demon with no emotions! He can’t just silently stare at you as if you were the last slice of pizza in the world! It made you feel violated, and the only allowed to do that was Sebasti— I mean no one! Your mouth opened to say another snarky remark when Alois slammed the door open. Claude was able to move away and avoid impact, while you weren’t as lucky. You groaned loudly and held onto your nose. Warm blood dripped down it and you hissed.
Alois looked back to see you on the floor and blinked innocently, “Y/n? What in bloody hell are you doing on the floor?”
You glared up at him, “Oh golly, I don’t know.”
Alois waved his hand absently, “Claude, go clean up Y/n. I don’t want her looking like that when the guests come over. I do want to make a good impression when I finally announce my fiancée!”
“FI-FIAN— WHAT!?” You stared wide-eyed at Alois who continued to ignore you.
Claude bowed and picked you up from the ground. Unlike with Hannah, you didn’t struggle when he was the one dragging you out. Whether it was out of fear or shock, you pick. Within minutes you were back in your lavish prison and sitting on your plump bed. Claude took out a napkin from his breast pocket and cleaned up the blood from your nose. Neither of you spoke a word while he gently tabbed the crimson liquid away. You wanted to snap at him again and tell him to get lost, but all your words died in your throat.
When he was done, he stood up and informed you that Hannah would come to bathe and dress you. With that he left you alone to your thoughts. Almost immediately after you were left alone, you fell back onto the mattress and groaned loudly, “I hate this!”
“Me too buddy.”
Outside your room, Claude stared at the bloodied napkin in his hand. Curiously he brought it up to his nose and took a sniff. When the aroma filled his senses, his eyes turned from golden to pink and his mouth fell open in awe. He nearly staggered but managed to compose himself before anyone saw him. He quickly put the napkin back in his pocket and swiftly walked away.