You enter a room that's pitched black, until suddenly you are pushed into a chair just as the lights turn on, revealing all of the characters from Doggy Biscuits and Crow Feathers, all lined up on the stage wearing ridiculous outfits, all except Michelle who decided to be a party pooper and wear sweatpants and a tank top
"This is a Christmas special~" Finny begins to sing, stepping up to the front of the stage. "We bring to you this joyous season," Bard and Mey-Rin join in as well.
"A series of updates! Oooooh, yes, series of updates! Made of words, series of updates, we bring to you!" Grell screeches, before pointing towards Michelle. "Take it away Michelle!"
"No."
The music winds down to a stop as everyone turns to Michelle. "Why not? You sing to that little stinky beat over there," Grell whined to her, pointing to said stinky beast who crawled over towards him and farted directly in his face, laughing as she did so.
"Why you little!" He growled, trying to snatch up the baby who walked away on her feet
The author comes around the curtains, holding a headset with a stack of papers in her hand. "You shook can't just do as the script says?" She frowns, calling security to grab the washing baby.
"Anyways, here's chapter 11 of Doggy Biscuits and Crow Feathers!"
"What kind of name is that?"
"I know right? It makes no sense. If this is an UndertakerxOC fiction, why are crow feathers there?"
"Yeah, crow feathers represent Sebastian right?"
"Shut up! It's my story, and that's it's title! It's too late to change it, so deal with it!" The author yells and throws papers on the ground before stomping away "Just upload the damn sorry already!"
Tell me again, why am I here?
I looked around the room, filled with people, dancing to music that was too loud for my liking. A girl started twerking on Ron, had no idea what was happening, so he just laughed and went along with it.
I sat at the back of the club, plugging in my earphones to block out the horribly loud music that was blasting out from the speakers.
Grell was laughing and dancing with another girl as she taught him how to twerk. The sight was just terrible, I wanted to cry.
Undertaker was having a drinking contest with about three guys, to see who could get drunk the quickest. So far, it was down to just Undertaker and one of Ron's friend's, Jordon. He was so close to paying out, thousands of empty shot glasses, beer bottles, and other alcohol littered the table.
Undertaker laughed at his expression and took another shot of whatever was in his glass and let out a burp. He didn't look like he was intoxicated at all, he probably could just his down his alcohol I guess.
Let me tell you how all of this ended up happening.
XXXXXXXXXX Time Skip To A Week Ago XXXXXXXXXX
"Pleeeaseeeee Michelle? Let's go! It's going to be so much fun!" Ron whined in my ear, holding up the piece of paper, showing an invitation to a Halloween party at a nightclub.
"You go. I'm starting here to go trick or treating with Finny and Ciel," I said, flipping the page in my book and tried to ignore his whines.
"I can take them."
I snapped my book closed and glasses at Sebastian who just came back from his world, walking behind Ciel who was looking around for food butt sighed when he realized there wasn't any.
"Sebastian. Not. Helping," I said through my teeth, giving him a fake smile.
"Michell, why don't you go? Sebastian can escort us there," Ciel said, noticing how much I didn't want to go.
"You guys don't know where to go. What if-"
"Actually I took a tour around the neighborhood myself to be familiarized with the area. I'm sure we'll be just fine," Sebastian interrupted and started to fix lunch.
"...are you all serious right now?"
"Oh, come on! You need to get out more! Darling you need more friends!" Grell said as he started to paint his nails on the table.
"I have feelings you know. Plus, who's gonna take care of Pahu?" I asked with a smirk at the excuse that popped in my head.
"I'm sure your Mama can take care of that Baby Girl," an elderly voice joined in from the doorway.
I turned around and for the first time ever, I frowned at Mae. "I thought you were on my side," I pouted as she kissed me and Undertaker in the cheek, giving Ciel a small bag of candy.
"Just a little to get you started," she whispered to him, posting his back as she took a seat.
"Sweetie, I'm always on your side, but Red's right. You need to go out more, get socialized, I know you ain't scared of the sun," she said and watched as Pahu wicked around on her feet, running around the house before tugging on Undertaker's leg for him to pick her up.
"If I go, I'm sitting at the bar, I hope you know," I muttered quietly in my cup. Grell let out a loud squeak and gave me a hug. "Yes! Now, we have to go shopping to get your something sexy to wear," he said, dragging out the word sexy.
"And I'll come along too," Mae offered with a smile. My eyes widened at the woman. "Mae, I know you've seen the stuff they consider sexy, I might as well go there naked!" I whined, smacking Ronald in the head. "Don't picture it!"
"Yes, but isn't that sight for that young man right there?" She said with a smirk. My face blew up at her words and I continued to drink my juice.
"We'll just have to put you into something modest, but something that still shows off your figure. I know you won't wear shorts, so we'll go with something right fitted then," Grell wondered out loud.
"Looks like you might have some competition there son," Mae said and continued to fan herself as she turned on a black and white tv show.
"You're such a traitor Mae," I said.
And that bring us back here to this awful nightclub party.
I let out another sigh, clicking through my phone and started to play Asphalt 8 Airborne, which was a racing game. Whispering, by Alex Clare blared through my beats, and I tapped my foot to the beat.
Someone pulled a chair up next to me, and they started to talk to the bartender. I thought that's what he was doing until he harshly tapped my shoulder. I turned around to face him and put down one side of the headphones to hear him.
"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked, flashing me a bright grin, his white teeth blinding me when the light reflected on them.
"Oh, no thank you. I'm good" I said, featuring to my glass of water.
"Is that water?" He said surprised. I held back a groan when I realized that this guy want going to leave me alone anytime soon.
"Yeah. I don't like alcohol," I said, hoping that he would leave. "Well you know what a virgin is right?" He asked, ordering a Blue Lagoon and a Jack Daniels.
I shook my head at his question and praised my hand to send mom a text.
Tell Mae I'm gonna hurt her when I get home, I sent.
The guy passed me the glass that was filled with a blue liquid. I looked at it weird, then at him like he was crazy. "Don't worry, it doesn't have alcohol in it. That's what a virgin is," he laughed and took a sip of his drink.
I looked in the glass and saw something dissolving at the bottom of the cup. My heart skipped a beat and I pushed the glass aside. "No thank you," I said and gave him a smile.
"No, I insist, have some," he said pushing it back to me. "No, I'm good," I said again, a feeling of uneasiness passing over me. "Oh, come on. I already paid for it. A beautiful ladies like you should be treated well on a night like this," he murmured, leaning forward and placing his hand on my thigh.
"Thank you for the complement, but I'm starting to get tired," I said, fidgeting around. "Would you like a rude home? We can have fun on the way there," he whispered in my ear, licking the outer shell as his hand trailed up further on my leg.
My breath hitched and I think he took it as a sign that I liked what he was doing. I stood up from my chair with a frown and walked over to where Grell was, sitting down and laughing next beside a girl.
Once the girl saw me, she immediately frowned, excusing herself and giving Grell a kiss on his cheek. "Oh? Is that your new girlfriend?" I teased, leaning on his shoulder.
"As if. The only one for me is my dear Sebas-Chan!" He squealed, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and laughed.
"But, I know who your new boyfriend is," he cooed, pointing towards Undertaker who laughed loudly when the man he was drinking with passed out on the table.
"Shut up. He doesn't know, and I prefer it to stay like that," I muttered, a faint blush on my cheeks. "Why don't you tell him? You two would be the perfect couple!" He said, making a heart frame near both our faces.
"That's only if he likes me back," I muttered sadly in my cup. "Well, you never know until you try. Plus, didn't you sleep with him already? I'm sure that gives you a hint," he said.
"Wha? I didn't sleep with him! The way you put it makes it sound like we...we..." My face blew up at the thought as I looked at Undertaker who was still laughing as another man came up to him and tried to best him at the game.
His head tilted hip, and I felt it eyes kick for a good seven seconds. My heart warmed, and pumped out of my chest. I quickly looked away, but my face betrayed me when I felt it when up.
"He's still looking you know," Grell whispered in my ear. I jumped and nodded my head. "Michelle, this is gettin on my nerves, you're going to confess to him TONIGHT, whether you like it or not. I'll be sure to set up the perfect scene, with a beautiful candlelight dinner, as he takes off his gloves-"
"Bending down on one knee, his long black tailcoat trailing behind him-"
"He doesn't even wear a tailcoat! Are you even talking about Undertaker anymore?!" I yelled, tapping his shoulder in order to make him get out of his faze.
"Hey, are you guys ready to go? The party's getting boring and they're running out of alcohol," Ronald asked, walking up to us with two girls on each arm.
"Yeah sure. Grell, go get Undertaker before he passes out," I said, pointing to the drunken mortician who was laughing his head of as another guy passed out.
"Why don't you?"
"Cause I don't want to. Plus, he's heavy. Go get him," I said, grabbing the keys and walking towards the exit. We started to pass the guy who offered me a drink and he frowned when we were leaving.
A song shot up my butt, and I jumped slightly, turning around to see who did it. The man smirked, and passed me a slip of paper before lifting up two fingers and working his tongue in between them.
I blushed in anger before slapping the guy in the face with my dreads, making sure to only get the tips on his face so it sung even more.
Ronald was already waiting in the car, the two girls still with him, one of them on his lap and the other one sitting next to him. "Uh, who are they?" I asked, pointing towards the girls who looked at me with sneers.
"These are my-"
"Ron, I'm not driving your one nighters to my house so you can get laid while everyone else tries to sleep," I said, shaking my head.
"'S not...happenin'!" A drunk Undertaker mumbled at Grell's side, giggling to himself as he almost fell. I sweatdropped at him, before starting the car.
"Sorry ladies. Maybe next time," Ron said apologetically to the girls who started to whine.
"Call me Ronnie," one cooed as they made their way back into the club.
I scoffed as we made our way back home. "Ronnie? Are you serious right now?" I laughed.
"Hahaha! Rookie has quite some moves! He knows how to pick up the ladies," Undertaker hiccuped and dragged out the word.
"I've had my *hic* share of women in my prime as well," he giggled, bumping into Ronald with his shoulder. "I was a reeal man with the *hic* girls too! Alooot of them were *hic* pretty as well!"
He leaned forward and giggled in my ear, making me yelp. "None of them were as beauu~tiful as you," he said, kissing my cheek sloppily. I squeaked as my face heated up with a blush.
"Pretty blush. Is the mousey shyy? I hope I can make you blush more" He cooed before collapsing on his seat, hiccuping and laughing as he went.
"Well, now you can't doubt his feelings for you," Grell laughed and helped drag him out of the truck and into the house. "Hey Mama, how was it?" Mae asked, burping Pahu on her back.
"It was awesome! I finally get to see this ancient guy get drunk!" Ron said, giving her a hug. Finny and Ciel were happily eating candy, sometimes they traded certain things.
"What? I'm not drunk!" He said, almost falling on the ground. "The Undertaker drunk?" Ciel scoffed, chuckling softly. "I find think the man could get drunk."
"I say I'm not drunk! Bollocks, I can stand up on my own!" He yelled, pushing Grell away to prove he could stand.
He wobbled and nearly fell again. "Maybe the mousey can help me stand," he giggled before passing out again.
"Better handle your lover," Mae laughed as Undertaker shook occasionally with his giggles as drool trailed out of his mouth.
XXXXXXXXXX
The next day, I vowed never to go to a party with those two ever again. And not to bring Undertaker if alcohol is involved. Speaking of the drunk old man, he hadn't left my room and I was starting to get worried a little.
"I'm going to check on Undertaker and bring him some food," I said, grabbing a tray of food and a glass of orange juice before walking towards the room, by heart pounding out of my chest with each step forward.
"Undertaker? I'm coming in," I said, opening the door softly as I tried not to make any noise as I sat down on the bed. He let out a small noise before groggily sitting up on the bed, holding his head in one hand.
"Damn it, I drank to much didn't I?" He asked in that same low voice, the much better one than the scratchy English accent he usually spoke in.
I nodded my head and laughed a little at his messy hair that stuck out in all places. He took the treaty from my hands, silently thanking me as he ate a strip of bacon and started to eat the pancakes I offered him.
"Michelle," he called, snapping me out of my daze. I jumped and looked at him. "Yeah?"
"I'd like to...apologize for my actions yesterday. I don't really know what came over me, but I am sorry for it," he said
"Y-you remember that?" I stuttered as a blush dusted my face. "I do," he muttered and rubbed his face with his hand.
"Again, I deeply apologize for my actions," he said. The door opened slightly, and Grell's head poked through the doorway and left in merely two seconds, letting out a small, "Don't apologize Undy! She liked it anyways, just ask her!"
I blushed at his words and refused to look at him. There was a moment of silence for a while and I felt his eyes on me. "It's he right?" He asked after what felt like centuries.
I fiddled with my fingers before rushing to get my stuff out of the room. "Uhmm, M-Mae told me what you need to do when you have a hangover, s-so, if you need anything, j-just call for... someone," I rushed, turning to leave the room.
A hand reached out quickly and grabbed my wrist as I left. "Wait," he whispered, trying to bring me to him. I flinched when he didn't let go and struggled out of his grasp, fear evident in my eyes.
He noticed this and let my hand go quickly, watching me as I practically ran out the room. "I-I have to go. I'm sorry."
XXXXXXXXXX
Later on the day, everyone had winded down, and during that time period, I had tried to avoid Undertaker that whole time, flinching whenever he came close to me or touched me.
I was in the kitchen, washing and putting away the dishes by myself when I felt someone walk up behind me. "Michelle," the voice called.
When I recognized who it was, I jumped and dropped the bowl in my hand, watching it fall in the ground. My hand reached out to touch it, and so did his. When they touched, a spark of electricity flew up my arm and made me jerk it back.
He looked at me, the half of his face I could see turned into one of concern. "Why have you been avoiding me?" He asked.
"I haven't been avoiding you, I've just been busy."
"Then how come every time I touch you, you flinch?" He asked again. I scoffed. "I do not." To prove his point, his hand touched my arm, and I jumped again.
"Do you fear me?" He asked, a pang of hurt in his tone. I paused before taking. "No." I said, before noticing that I had been waking the same bowl for about four times.
"Michelle, I don't know what's come over your for you to grow this..sudden fear for me, but I want you to understand something. In no way, am I even similar to that bastard Liam. I would never, ever hurt you," he said, gripping my arms lightly and turning me around to face him.
"That's exactly what he said when I fell in love with him. I'm Too scared to go through that again," I whispered, hanging my head low.
"I'm not him!" He yelled again, making me wince and fear passing through my face. He let out a sigh and loosened his grip on my arms. "I'm not him. I don't know how to get that through your head either, there's only one way I know how to."
His hands raised up, parting his bangs with his hand and brushing them aside over his head so he could see me more clearly.
"I love you."
No words. All I have to say right now is...
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-SNORT I GOT YOUR HOPES UP! Your welcome.