Bard sat in the kitchen, bored as ever, with nothing to do. He put a cigarette in his mouth and opened the swinging door to go outside and have a smoke. When he got outside, he leaned against a wall and happily took a drag. Suddenly he heard someone from a distance.
"Bard!" It was Finny, running frantically in Bard's direction. He came up to him and quickly shoved a pot in his hands. "This plant was making weird noises! Dispose of it!" Finny said, clearly frightened.
Bard sighed skeptically but nodded his head and went back into the kitchen. He grabbed his flame flower, got positioned to destroy, when he heard it. The flower pot was... talking? Bard couldn't believe it. He hesitated, thinking maybe he should still destroy it, but listening for a second couldn't be bad, right?
"Bardroy. It is so nice to finally meet you." The voice emitted from it but Bard could see no mouth, however the bright green leaves did sway a bit despite the lack of breeze in the kitchen. Bard was too shocked to even say anything, so he stood there mouth agape holding the flame thrower.
"You see, I have been watching you for quite some time and I must say of all the people on Earth, you are the most worthy." It paused for a moment and Bard thought it was done talking. "Are you ready, my boy?" It finally asked. Bard nearly dropped his flame thrower in amazement.
"Ready? What the bloody 'ell are you talking about? Ready for what?! How are you even speaking?! Am I dreamin'?!" He finally spat out at the plant, who simply gave a small chuckle.
"Ready, of course, for time travel." In front of Bard's eyes, it's leaf extended to reach near his hand and make a sort of cup. "All you have to do is grab that leaf." Bard sat there for quite some time debating on what to do. He didn't even know if he was hallucinating or what, but what if it was true? Time travel was a big commitment. He sighed, it didn't feel like a trap. Besides, he had been needing some excitement in his life anyways.
Bard put down the flame thrower but grabbed one of the kitchen guns in case of an emergency and then reached his hand out to the leaf. When he was about an inch away, he paused to take a deep breath and then finally placed his hand gently on the plant. He closed his eyes, hoping it wouldn't hurt.
He didn't feel anything except wind. "Do not open your eyes" The pot's voice was no longer in front of him, it was around him, completely surrounding himself. Bard did as he was told. He did not hear much, except the distant sound of a suction type thing that was slowly growing louder. Suddenly, Bard realized, it was deafeningly loud and very irritating. However he didn't say anything.
Quite abruptly, all noise ceased, except the voice of the flower pot. "You may open your eyes now." It said. When Bard did, what he saw in front of him was amazing beyond belief.
In front of him was a huge room that stretched farther than any he had ever seen. There was a vibrant red carpet and beautifully decorated floor, walls, and even ceiling. Bard knew the Phantomhive manor was beautiful, but he would have dared to say what he saw was even nicer.
Bard also noticed he was sitting in a large chair. It was incredibly more comfortable than the plain wooden chairs the servants got in the manor. It was made of a plush, soft deep red velvet, darker than that of the carpet.
The flower pot now looked different. Still a flowerpot, but there was arms and legs attached. The flower seemed to be in place of what would be hair. Bard was shocked beyond comprehension. He had no words. His eyes glistened brightly and his tongue lolled out of his mouth.
The flower pot bowed. "This is where you belong. We have been waiting all this time for you. I am your servant, Roltin, and I am always at your service."
Bard looked at Roltin, confused. "Me? Why?" He scratched his head and then realized his normal white coat had turned into a luxurious white robe and his goggles were a crown that now sat in his lap.
Roltin chuckled slightly. "My apologies for laughing, sir, but after all, you are the king."