Author's note. Hey guys, this is the first fanfiction I've ever helped write ever so I finally wanna put it up. Half of the credit goes to my dear friend Englishfooddoesn'tsuck and you should check out her stuff if you like this, we only collaborate on a few things but we have the same general hardwired-for-randomness brains. We can be serious but choose not to be a lot of the time. Sooo, yeah. I present to you guys the bizarre story of Will's origin: William Hates Parrots.
Prelude
Once upon a time, there was a young boy named William T. Spears. William had awful vision, he would run into everything and oftentimes fall over. At age 6 he was abandoned by his parents, only to be found by the Parrot King and Parrot Queen, who adopted him, for they were unable to have an egg of their own. 4 years later William's beloved parrot parents were tragically killed in a mining explosion while on a miner-hunting party(for it is a common pastime for parrot royalty to hunt human miners). The explosion was rumored to be caused by a black-clad figure wearing glasses. William vowed to get revenge...
Chapter 1: A Company of Parrots
One bright afternoon in the heart of London, two shinigamis, William T. Spears and Ronald Knox, were sent on an important mission to retrieve the soul of Alois Trancy. Unfortunately, demon Sebastian Michaelis ended up fighting with the two shinigamis. The fight ended when Sebastian knocked Williams glasses off using a butter knife, then left to find his master, Ciel Phantomhive. William let out a startled cry as the as the air was filled of the distant squawks of a group of parrots. Groping on the ground for his glasses, he yelled at Ronald. " Help me! They're getting closer! Hurry!" But Ronald only stared, transfixed, as the company of parrots dove down upon the two of them. William frantically fought the parrots, stabbing and snipping with his death scythe, all the while calling for Ronald to help. Regaining his wits, Ronald lept at the swarming mass of parrots. When he got close a bunch of parrots broke away from the main group. They then flew at him and, sinking their talons and beaks into the flesh of his left arm, tore and pecked at him. Ronald let out a startled cry as he tried to pull the mad creatures off of him. Finally, with a triumphant squawk, one of the parrots bit the last string of skin holding the arm on. Still carrying the arm he flew away to be joined by three others. The four carried the arm away into the sky. As Ronald clutched at the bleeding stump, he watched as William was carried away by the rest of the company, only to be accidentally dropped higher up. The parrots quickly swooped down, retrieved him, and carried him off into the sky. Ronald, leaning heavily on his lawn mower, staggered to the opening of the ally and collapsed.
"Oh Will! Will my dear, where are you? I've been searching for hours. I'm so tired I could just curl up and die right here...Will?" This is what Grell Sutcliff called into the slowly darkening town. I've been all around town, he thought, what could my dear Will be up too? He was sent out on this mission hours ago! Is he avoiding me? "Oh! Playing hide-and-seek are we Will darling? Look out, I will find you. I'm Deathly serious. Oh, here I come my beloved ice king!" he called to the empty streets. After searching for awhile he came upon Ronald, barely clinging to consciousness.