Author's Notes: Okay, so this was a sort of spur of the moment plot bunny thing. I used to write crack fics a LOT on my last account, and I've honestly been missing it. So, since I love the Reapers in Kuroshitsuji so much, I felt they would be the perfect centerpiece for a crack series!

Now, this isn't going to have a particular order, and most of these are going to be random, unconnected instances in the Kuroshitsuji world. So, character cameos galore! If you have any suggestions or bits of randomness, let me know and I shall try to please~

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji.

Chapter 1: Poor Will.

William T. Spears thought himself to be a simple being.

He did his job properly, filed all the necessary documents, and followed the rules to a tee. He did not ask for much from his coworkers: just calm and order. Simple, right?

"William darling?!"

No. No, nothing could ever be simple, now can it?

A familiar, red-head came barreling towards his office, arms outstretched and a manic grin on his face. William merely sighed while standing in the doorframe, and just as the temp worker neared his office, he slammed the door shut. This was immediately followed by a loud thud of a body colliding with the door and a pained groan. "Oh, William, why?!"

"Go away, Grell."

He heard the handle begin to turn, and William simply reached forward and turned the deadbolt on the door. The handle jiggled, and a huff came out. "Why are you always so cold to me, William darling? Don't you love me?"

"No."

Cries of outrage and shock came from the other side of the door. Ignoring the sound, William stiffly turned around and strode back to his desk, hoping to get a dent into the massive pile of paperwork sitting upon the desk. The yelling soon was accompanied by a fist pounding upon the door, to which William clenched his jaw, but otherwise ignored as well. Though, after a few minutes of this…

…Silence.

William strained his listening, trying to ascertain if his coworker had actually left or not. The silence, though appreciated, did not necessarily mean that all was calm. But, William decided he could not care less. Let that pitiful excuse for a Reaper be someone else's probl—

A loud mechanical revving sound, followed the cracking and splintering of wood. William jumped up in shock, grabbing his Death Scythe before watching as a chainsaw stuck its way through his door. Soon, his door had been shredded to pieces, and a foot burst through, effectively kicking away what little remained of the once solid door.

Stepping through the remaining framework, the red-head looked towards William with utter glee, such as a child trying to show off to his- or her, as Grell proclaimed- parents. Clutching the chainsaw close to his chest, Grell proclaimed, "Oh look~! My custom death scythe finally came in! Isn't it gorgeous?! And oh, I just love all of its vibrations…" Confusion crossed the exuberant Reaper's face. "William darling, you look a bit red in the face? Love the color, but are you possibly ill?"

William's eye twitched.