Surprise bitch…bet you thought you'd seen the last of me. My motivation is back, praise the lord. This is something I found while cleaning out my folders to make space. I read it and thought it was interesting so I decided to finish it. But before reading I highly suggest you read the manga or watch Black Butler season 3 if you haven't done so already because you're going to hella confused on who Snake is and why this little shit talks through his snakes (he's my precious angel that's who he is). Um spoiler alert I guess for those who haven't read the manga? Please enjoy readers.
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"You go get it." Elliot Phantomhive whispers to the girl adjacent to him.
Abigail Phantomhive pouts, her sharp eyes focused on her quivering twin. "No way! Besides you are the one who kicked it down there. You go get it."
The twins had been playing a game of kick ball in the gardens.
Elliot, being the uncoordinated twin like his father had kicked the ball over his sister's head and onto the cellar doors, where it fell through a large hole in the rotting wood.
This led the siblings to their current situation: standing before the worn door deciding who would retrieve the ball.
Elliot sighs, knowing he could not argue with Abigail's point. It had been his fault after all. "Fine. I'll go get it... but only if you go with me."
"What?! Why do I have to go with you? You're the one that kicked it down there in the first place." She shouts, her arms crossed over chest.
Elliot remains silent, trying to assemble a lie to tell the girl so he would not appear cowardly.
With his mind fresh out of creative fibs to tell, he settles on the truth. His mother had always said the truth was best anyways.
"Um...I don't want to go by myself because I'm scared." He blushes and shifts his gaze to his shoes.
Abigail grins, "You're such a baby Ellie a big scardy baby!" She cackles pinching her brother's cheeks.
Elliot balls his fists as the tips of his ears become red with mortification. "N-No I'm not, Abby!" He cries in defense.
The girl giggles and let's go of the skin she seized before replying, "Yes you are Ellie." Her eyes soften, "But that's okay. I like it when you get scared because then I won't be the only one that's scared." She smiles genuinely and pecks her sibling's cheek.
Elliot's anger diminishes as Abigail places her soft lips on his cheek. "Thanks Abby." He smiles.
The older twin nods. Her small hand curls around the rusted metal handle and lightly tugs on it.
Warm sunlight pools in the cellar, detracting some of the eeriness of the room, though traces darkness still linger.
Abigail turns to Elliot and takes his hand into her own.
Experimentally, the twins place each of their feet on the rickety step, ensuring it could hold their weight.
Crying in protest, the slightly rotting wood elicits loud squeals as the heels of their shoes step on its surface.
The small noise causes the twins to jump and bring their feet back to the coolness of the grass.
After collecting themselves, the twins place both their feet on the step again, though this time they ignore the loud squeak.
After cautiously sidling down the steps, the twins finally reach the bottom stair and begin to search for the lost ball.
"Do you see it anywhere?" Abigail calls to the opposite corner of the room.
"No!" He shouts back.
The young mistress huffs in frustration. "Stupid Ellie. Why did ask I him to play ball with me? Next time I'm asking Bard to play with me." Abigail grumbles quietly to herself.
Elliot sighs, obviously hearing her irritated ramblings.
He did not mean to kick the ball in the cellar. He just is not as athletic as Abigail. The young master also loathes the idea of him being replaced by Bard. He is supposed to be Abigail's favorite playmate not that inept chef!
He sighs and ignores his sister's callous disregards in favor of searching for the ball.
Two large boxes labeled 'baby clothes' piques the boy's attention. Elliot strolls to them shoves them aside.
He grins.
"Abby! Abby, I found the ball." Elliot cheers.
Abigail stands up and brushes off the dust clinging to her dress.
"Yay Elliot~!" She claps cheerfully as she sprints to the other side of the room.
As Elliot bends down to retrieve the ball, he jumps back in alarm.
"What's wrong?" Abigail inquires.
"Th-There's a snake!" He squeaks, pointing at the ball.
Abigail raises an eyebrow and peers down at the ball to see a snake wrapped tightly around the base of it.
The girl's initial fear washes away as she takes a closer look at the snake. "Ellie, you're really stupid." She giggles.
Elliot's mouths gapes, "How am I stupid?" He demands. Just how many times was she going to insult him today?
Her lips curl into a smirk. It is always amusing to see Elliot angry.
"Because, this is obviously one of Snake's snakes." She says, preening herself for her intelligence.
Elliot rolls his eyes. "No it's not, Abby! If it was, why would it be down here?" He asks.
"It might have escaped. I wonder which it is. Oscar? Or maybe Emily? Or Keats?" Abigail wonders, tapping her chin with her index finger as she recalls the names of Snake's friends.
"It's neither of them because that's not his snake." Elliot tries to reason with his stubborn sister.
"Yes it is! I'll prove it!" She yells, stomping her foot against the solid concrete. Why is it so hard for Elliot to trust her?
"And just how are you going to prove it?" Elliot queries, his arms crossed.
The mistress grins, "Easy. I'll show him or her to Snake."
Abigail bends down as her hand reaches for the creature's tail.
The alert snake aims it's fangs at the child's hand in retaliation.
Abigail swiftly pulls her hand back. "Calm down Emily or Donne. It's me Abby." The girl soothes and tries to the reach for the tail again.
"Abby stop it! You don't know if that's one of his snakes." Elliot cautions, violently yanking her shoulder to pull her away from the reptile.
The mistress slaps her brother's hand away. "Will you shut up? I know what I'm doing! Why do you have to be such an annoying baby?" She growls and pulls away from his grip.
Elliot's eyes widen in shock before his fists clench at sides. His usually pallid cheeks and ears blaze red. A deep scowl marred his countenance.
Abigail gulps; she has never seen Elliot this mad. She takes a step back.
Suddenly, his anger and fury abates. "Fine." He says simply, unclenching his hands and shoving them into his pant pockets.
Abigail raises an eyebrow at her brother's outlandish behavior. Just a mere few seconds ago it looked as if Elliot wanted to hurt her, now he looks calm and sedated.
"Elliot?" She asks.
"If you're going to be that way then fine. I don't care anymore." He huffs and turns away from her.
Abigail's eyes widen, "Where are you going?" She shouts as Elliot begins to walk away.
"I'm going back inside." The boy says simply, climbing back up the stairs which squeaked obnoxiously as he did so.
The girl begins to pout, "You better not be going up there to tell mama and papa!" She yells.
Elliot ignores her and climbs out the cellar door and closes it lightly behind him.
Abigail rolls her eyes, 'What's his problem?'
She shakes her thoughts away. She had no time to worry about her stupid brother's behavior. She had to figure out how to get this poor snake into the manor.
She peers around the basement for anything she could use. Upon her search she finds a worn out bucket.
'Perfect.' She muses and picks up the rusty pail.
She retreats back to the rubber ball with the snake still wrapped around it's bottom.
Abigail lays the bucket on its side a few inches away from the snake. She then tip toes behind the ball.
Once out of the reptile's eye sight, the mistress lifts one leg behind her, positioning herself to kick the ball.
With a swift movement, the mistress boots the ball halfway across the room. The startled snake begins to slither away; right into the bucket.
"Yes!" Abigail cheers, rushing to bucket and picked it up by the handle.
She peers down at the animal inside and smiles. "Dan, or Oscar or Webster let's go find Snake, okay?" She coos, skipping out of the basement.
She pushes open the cellar door and crawls onto the cool grass. 'Good to be out of there.' She shivers, setting down the bucket to close the door.
She shuts and locks the door back and picks up the bucket. She turns her heel and begins trotting back to the manor.
"I'm sure Snake misses you Goethe or Wilde." She begins chatting with the reptile within its confinement. "Hopefully he won't be too cross with you. He's really nice." She smiles recalling all the memories of the man playing Elliot and she. He is very kind and gentle despite what his frightful appearance may let on.
As the mistress mindlessly prattled on about the ex circus performer, the little snake began slither to the rim of the bucket so much so that its head began to peak out. The girl's fluffy skirt that rustles as she walks catches its attention. Aiming its fangs carefully, the snake lunches for the cloth and sinks it's teeth into it.
Mid sentence of her recollections, Abigail feels something tug at the hem of her dress. She glances down to see the snake currently biting down it.
Immediately, the child cries bloody murder and instinctively throws down the bucket.
Unfortunately for Abigail, the action did not quell the reptile's attack, its teeth still latched onto her dress.
The frightened child screams again, tears streaming down her pale cheeks.
"Abby!" She hears.
She looks behind her to see Elliot running towards her with Snake in toe.
"Oh Ellie!" She sobs in relief and fright.
As he reaches the mistress, Snake carefully leans down and plucks the animal from her dress.
Once released, Abigail throws herself into Elliot arms and buries her head in the crook of his neck.
"Oh Ellie! I'm so sorry I called you stupid! You're not stupid! I'm so sorry! You were right all along!" She wails and tightens her grip on his shoulders.
Elliot smiles and soothingly rubs circles on Abigail's back. "It's okay Abby. I forgive you."
"Are you hurt Miss Abby says Donne?" Snake says after releasing the snake.
Abigail finally relinquishes her death grip on Elliot and wipes her eyes. "Yes I'm fine." She sniffs. "It just bit my dress."
Snake's eyes soften in relief, "Master Elliot told us what happened. You should not assume every snake is one of us says Goethe."
Abigail lowers her gaze, "I know. I'm really sorry everyone." She says petting one of the reptiles on Snake's shoulder.
"As if that atrocious thing could be me says Emily!" At that Abigail and Elliot begin to giggle.
"Don't ever do such a foolish thing again says Wordsmith!" Snake shouts pulling himself off the ground and brushes off the grass that clung to his pants.
Abigail huffs, Wordsmith was always chiding her. It was almost like having another Sebastian.
The mistress shivers at the thought of two nagging butlers constantly watching her every movement just waiting to criticize her.
"I won't." She says.
"Are you going to tell mama and papa on us?" Elliot asks as the trio begins to walk back to manor.
Snake is silent for some time. "Yes, says Goethe."
The twins groan picturing the hell their mother was going to raise once she finds out.
"I hate snakes." Abigail decides. And after the severe tongue lashing and spanking she received that night, she concludes that snakes are most definitely her least favorite animal.
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Huzzah! I finally wrote about my favorite Phantomhive servant. Can you guys just imagine Ciel and a very pregnant Lizzy sitting down with Snake and telling him, "Look, Liz is going to give birth soon and we need to talk about keeping those things away from our baby."