Green Butler
Black Butler and all related characters belong to Yana Toboso. The Mask and all related characters belong to New Line Cinema/Dark Horse Comics
Chapter 2: His Mask, Powerful
The night was lit by only a full moon as a creature moved through the streets of London. The creature was chuckling with a certain mischievous glee, as it moved into an alley were it spotted something that caught it's eye. A man attempting to kill a woman. Now while the creature had no interest in playing the hero, it couldn't very well pass up a chance at entertainment.
"Come on little girl, scream for me!" The man said as he brought a knife close to the woman's throat. The woman was about to, when she saw something approach the man from behind.
"What in the world is that?" The woman said in a confused tone, the knife temporarily forgotten. The man turned, his knife still trained on the woman's throat, and saw what she was talking about. It was roughly the size of a boy and wore a garish bright orange suit with a ridiculously large yellow and purple polka dot bow-tie with a green rose in the middle of it , and an eyepatch with a yellow smiley face on it. But the most striking thing was the fact that the creature had a large green head, bright purple hair, gigantic red eyes, and teeth the size of playing cards!
"Now when will people learn that no means no?" The green headed monstrosity said as it began to laugh psychotically. The creature spun in a whirlwind before transforming into a nun with the same oversized emerald head and walked closer to the man.
"Time to discipline the naughty children!" The creature said as it reached behind its back and pulled out a giant paddle from nowhere. The creature swung it over his head and then brought it down on the man, crushing him and splattering blood everywhere. The woman stood too stunned to move, as the creature spun around again and transformed back into his original attire. The creature noticed the scared expression of the woman and walked up close to her. He reached up and grabbed her neck, pulling her down to his level, as he said,
"Why so serious?" The creature said as it pulled out a large knife and slit her throat. The creature laughed wickedly and merrily walked out of the alley and down the streets to find more victims.
Ciel woke up in a sweat. He looked around and saw that he was in his bedroom. He then heard Sebastian walk in.
"Ah, good to see you're already awake Master." The butler said as he began to open Ciel's curtains. The young Earl groaned as he got up, but froze when he felt something next to him under the sheets. He looked under the cloth to find The Mask sitting there. Sebastian began to do his usual routine of naming the breakfast items available that morning, but Ciel payed him no mind as his gaze was transfixed on the mask in his hands. Had it all been a dream, or did the mask really hold power?
"Master? The crumpet or the scone?" Sebastian said, stirring Ciel from his thoughts. Quickly composing himself, the young Earl replied,
"The scone."
Ciel simply poked at his breakfast, his mind transfixed on the mask. Surely it was just a coincidence that he had the old mask on his person. Ciel then picked up the morning paper as he sipped his tea. The young Earl nearly choked on his drink as he saw the headline,
"20 KILLED LAST NIGHT. POLICE SAY JACK THE RIPPER NOT TO BLAME." Ciel read on and the descriptions of the murders matched exactly what he had dreamed!
'This can't be possible. It was just an idiotic myth!' The Earl of Phantomhive mentally panicked.
"Is your breakfast not to your liking Master?" Sebastian said as he noticed that Ciel had barely touched his food.
"I'm not very hungry this morning." Ciel replied, not taking his eyes off of the paper. Sebastian merely took his plate as he asked,
"Would you like more tea Master?" Ciel put the paper down and stayed silent for a few minutes before saying,
"Yes I would." Sebastian simply gave a smile and left to prepare more tea, but as he was almost out the door Ciel said,
"I want you to take that mask and lock it in a box." Sebastian paused as he turned and asked,
"And where do you want me to put it?" To which Ciel immediately replied,
"In the river." Sebastian bowed and said,
"As you wish Master."
Sebastian had done as his master had asked and locked the mask up in a small trunk and threw it into the river that ran on the other side of the estate. When he told Ciel that it had been done, the young Earl of Phantomhive breathed a sigh of relief believing that he had succeeded in keeping that cursed mask away from anyone. Little did he know that this wasn't the first time that the Mask of Loki had been chained and sunken in water, nor would it be the last as it floated down stream until it washed up on a bank far away from the Phantomhive Estate. The box sat there for days, not a sentient creature around to be curious enough to try and open it. That is until one night.
"I can't believe this! I leave Edge City for England to try and make it big in comedy, and all I get is a lousy job as a bank-teller!" A young man said in a Northern American accent. He was an average looking young man, brown hair and eyes and wore a dull gray suit. Suddenly the man kicked a rock hard at the river in frustration at his luck. But instead of the sound of the rock hitting another stone or falling into the river, the young man heard the sound of a lock clicking open. He looked and saw a box that was partly opened. The young man scratched his head as he wondered what a box was doing out on the bank of a river, but then the idea of what could be in said box got him excited.
"There's got to be something worth something in that thing or my name isn't Stanley Ipkiss!" Stanley said as he ran over and looked in the box, only to see a simple green wooden mask inside.
"That's it? No jewels or gold? I just can't catch a break!" Stanley growled out in frustration at his luck. He sat down and looked at the mask, as he sighed.
"Well, at least you don't have to worry about money." Stanley said absentmindedly as he put the mask up to his face, only to have it wrap around his head before he could react. Stanley screamed as he tried to remove the mask but he suddenly started to spin in a green tornado. When he stopped spinning his gray suit was yellow and his jacket now sported long tails that reached down to the ground, his shirt was still white, but was now polka-dotted red and black. On his head he now sported a yellow hat with an extremely wide brim with a feather in the band. But the greatest thing about his transformation was that his head was now three times larger, had large eyes, and playing card sized teeth.
"S-s-s-smokin!" The green faced Stanley said. His large eyes caught sight of himself in the water and said,
"Hmm, I can get a lot of laughs with a look like this! But if I really want to get known, I'll need to advertise!" Stanley then reached into his pocket and turned it inside out as a moth flew out.
"Hmm, can't make the scene if you don't have the green. I better make a little stop!" Stanley said as he sped off with inhuman speed, laughing like a maniac.