Title: Every Man For Himself!

This is my first time writing for this fandom, so don't expect anything too great. This was meant to be a death match where everyone dies, but I wasn't inspired enough. Set during the Ship Voyage arc.

… You know, this arc reminded me of Titanic.

:(

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"Sebastian, kill that zombie!"

Splat.

"Yes, my lord."

"Sebastian, kill all of the minor characters!"

"Yes, my lord."

"NOOOOO!" screamed That Guy Named Ryan Whose Name I Don't Remember.

"Sebastian, kill everyone in the Aurora Society!"

"Isn't that a hate crime, my lord?" Sebastian quipped as he shoved dinner utensils through the heads of said society. Ciel stood behind him with his arms crossed and ignoring the bloodshed around them.

Ciel rolled his eyes. "Just do it, Sebastian. That's an order!"

Grell Slutcliff * jumped down from the chandelier. "I know something you can do, Sebas-chan~"

"Don't," Ciel growled warningly.

Grell ignored him. "Me!"

Ciel face palmed, and Sebastian picked him up to carry him to the escape boats. Grell followed behind like the idiot he was, but then they ran into the currently homicidal Elizabeth Midford. The blonde young woman was cutting down every zombie in sight, and her brother was trying to stop her.

So… if Edward is trying to stop Elizabeth, who is trying to save everyone…

"ELIZABETH, YOUR BROTHER IS WORKING FOR THE ZOMBIES!" Ciel shouted over the groaning of the zombies and terrified screaming of the living passengers.

Elizabeth blinked in surprise, but then spun around and killed her brother in a mad rage.

"How could you?" she screeched.

"I'm… not," Edward coughed, but was silenced shortly thereafter. Elizabeth removed her sword and cut down the approaching horde of the undead, returning to pointless battle.

Sebastian ran past Elizabeth, who Ciel last saw being eaten alive by the "Bizarre Dolls." Ciel sighed in relief. Good riddance! Now he wouldn't have to waste time and money cleaning up after the decorations (vandalism) she always littered his house with. It didn't come down in just one day, and Sebastian was too busy to deal with that. The other servants were useless.

Viscount Druitt was at that moment seen on top of a table in the dining room, holding a mirror in one hand and admiring himself.

"I am the most fabulous man alive!" he proclaimed, tossing his platinum blond hair with his free hand.

Grell stopped in his tracks to stare. He scowled in distaste, and then took out his death scythe. He jumped onto the table and killed the Viscount, kicking his dead body off the table.

"Now who's fabulous, bitch!" Grell sneered down at the dead man.

"Sebastian, kill everyone on this ship," Ciel ordered.

"Is that necessary, my lord?" Sebastian questioned his master. He set Ciel down on the ground and began to remove his gloves.

"Sebas-chan~" Grell cooed as he began to approach.

"Does that answer it?" Ciel smirked.

Sebastian grabbed the utensils from the table nearby.

"Yes, my lord."

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THE END

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*Icy what I did there.

Man, that pun right there above this comment sure was cold. Lettuce romaine calm, and not flame this story. Sea what I did there?

Yeah, I know I'm a horrible person for making these puns about sinking ships and people dying. Go ahead and make me walk the plank.

Whoops O.o

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