Mornings in the Phantomhive Manor started off as any other morning. Ceil wakes up, Sebastian helps him get dressed, Bard blows up the kitchen, Sebastian fixes it and gives Ceil breakfast, MeyRin breaks all the dishes and Sebastian cleans them up, Finny's dog burns down the garden and Sebastian replants the flowers, and all day long Tanaka drinks his tea.
For a demon butler all this is a piece of cake. All of it except dealing with the demon hound that Finny refuses to give up. 'Pluto', as Finny calls it, causes almost as much destruction than Bard, Finny, and MeyRin could do in a week. And the surprises that Pluto leaves in the rose garden makes Sebastian wish that he never took the job as butler in the first place.
One afternoon while Sebastian was pruning the white roses, he happened to smell a stench coming off the east wind. Dreading what he was about to see he slowly turned his head to look at the steaming pile of you know what. Pluto was unsuccessfully trying to hide it with his large bulk.
"Ugh, you damn demon hound. Why do you insist on going HERE of all the places on the manor. Why shit on my roses?" Sebastian scoled Pluto holding the spade threateningly in his gloved hands. "You can do that somewhere else!"
Immediately changing into his human form, Pluto rushes over to Sebastian and begins hugging on him. Being from the supernatural world like Sebastian, Pluto had an enormous amount of strength and what seemed like a simple hug to him was a sweaty wrestler hold to Sebastian.
"Finian. GET IT THE HELL OFF ME!" Sebastian yelled to the golden-haired gardener on the other side of the bushes.
Finny was busy trying to decide whether or not the yellow sign with the black wingy-looking things meant anything dangerous when he heard Sebastian yelling for him. "Right away, Sebastian!" Finny called as he put down the bag of toxic waste and ran towards the rose garden.
"Pluto! Down boy. Get off Sebastian, boy. Pluto, please. PLUTO NO!" Finny shouted as Pluto changed out of his human form into demon hound form. All would have been well if Pluto still wasn't holding on to Sebastian while he did it.
Soon enough Sebastian was buried under 500 pounds of hound butt. And for all his super demon strength, Sebastian could not get him off. Finny, going into panic mode, hastily called for Bard and MeyRin who came running over just as fast. All three of them, mostly Finny's superstrength, were able to push Pluto off of Sebastian.
Groggily Sebastian sat up and stared at the three faces crowding into his personal space. Raging mad, Sebastian rose to his feet to scold the three when...he fell on his face. He tried to get up again and met the same result: a face full of dirt. He continually tried to get up when MeyRin spoke up.
"Eh Sebastian? I don't think ya want to be on that foot. In fact, I think it's broken." MeyRin pointed out as she bent down next to Sebastian and tried to check out his ankle.
Suddenly Bard moved into the picture. "Move over MeyRin! I was an expert in broken bones in the military, I bet I could set his foot up in a quick sling and-"
"Touch it and you'll end up in the oven." Sebastian said coldly as he sat up. "I want Bard and Finny to help me into the manor and MeyRin to go get the young master and tell him to come down to the foyer. And YOU," Sebastian said menancingly turning towards Pluto, "YOU stay right here, in this spot, and Do. Not. MOVE."
By the time Bard and Finny along with Sebastian came into the foyer, Ceil was already docked into his favorite chair tapping his cane with apparent impatience. "Sebastian! What's all this commotion about? MeyRin ran into my office and practically dragged me down two flights of stairs saying that you were 'dying' or whatever."
"Well I can assure you that I am not 'dying', that was MeyRin's exaggeration. But I have seemed to have broken my ankle-"
"And how the hell did that happen?" Ceil demanded before Sebastian could finish.
"I was just about to tell you that. You see, Pluto sat on me."
"Excuse me? Can you repeat that?"
"Okay, I'll try to make it clear this time. The demon hound, known as Pluto, sat on me resulting in the broken ankle." Sebastian stated matter-of-factly.
Ceil let out a tired sigh and roughly facepalmed himself. "You mean to tell me that the demon hound sat on you?"
"Yes."
"And broke your ankle?"
"Yes."
"And now there's no one to be the head butler in the Phantomhive household?"
"Yes."
Sighing again, Ceil got up and went to the typewriter he had on the coffee table in the middle of the foyer. While typing he said, "Well, I would have gotten Tanaka to do it but he's only good for regular emergencies. I need another supernatural butler, if you catch my drift, so typing this up will have to do. Bard, Finnian, and MeyRin: go make copies of this and hang them up in town."
And with that Ceil held up the poster he was typing up: HELP WANTED. HEAD BUTLER FOR PHANTOMHIVE MANOR. 1 TRIAL DAY PERMITTED.
