Alex couldn't help but feel as if he recognized the people he was leading to his kitchen. However, he did know that he hoped they weren't serial killers. The kitchen was kinda like a five star chef's kitchen. Not to brag, but Alex was a pretty good chef. As soon as everyone was settled, he realized that he was surrounded by giants.

He was a meager 5'3 while everyone else seemed to be 5'9 or taller. He shook it off and quickly started cooking.

"Would you like any assistance, Master Brown?"

Alex squealed- I mean he emitted a manly sound of awesomeness as Sebastian and Claude appeared by his sides out of nowhere. Ignoring his pounding heart he answered.

"Uh yes. Could you bring down the spices when I need them since my brother thought it would be funny to make fun of my short stature and put them at the tallest shelves," he grumbled as he pulled out pots and pans aware of the butlers' curious glances.

"Hey, Alex, do you happen to know what year it is?" Asked Grell playing with his hair. "We've no idea where we are."

"Ah, thank you, Claude and Sebastian," says Alex as he was handed the lemon pepper and black (butler) pepper by the tall men. "And to answer your question, welcome to 2019. Mind telling me your names?"

"I'm Ciel Phantomhive."

"I'm the one and only Alois Tracy!"

"Adrian Crevan heheh~"

"The Queen of Reapers, Grell Sutcliff!"

"Sebastian Michaels."

"Claude Faustus."

Alex almost froze in shock. How had he not noticed that Black Butler characters were in his home. He bit his lip and opened his mouth to answer, but his phone interrupted and start vibrating. He answered, motioning for his guests to be quiet. He continued cooking.

"Hey! Alex, how's it going!"

"Curtis, we've talked about this! Stop blowing my eardrums up with your voice," he hisses at his friend.

Curtis laughed.

"I hope you realize that we've got somewhere important to be tomorrow."

"If you're talking about me dragging you into the pits if he'll and watching as your soul is devoured by some hungry demon then yeah, that's important," he grumbled, " 2019 Demonfest should be fun then."

"Demonfest?" He heard Sebastian mumble with a smirk.

Claude looked intrigued as well as the others..

"You don't think the Angels will ruin it again do you? Last time I had to body slam one andthrow two others out of window just to keep them from trying to take me from the Demonfest. I'd already told that I loved it there and I'd maybe see about the Angel counterpart. But nooo they didn't listen," complained Alex as he set the fish in the pan.

"Dude, that was hilarious though. I'd never seen you get so angry. Plus they were taller than you!? Geez, are you actually a demon?"

"I wish because I'd get to devour you soul," laughed Alex, "but I have to hang up. I have guests that'll be staying for a while. Bye."

"Bye."

"What's this fest for demons you're talking about, heheh~?" Undertaker asked for everyone. "You don't seem like the type to love beings of their caliber."

"You amuse me Adri-kun," says Alex, "I'm not a good person."

Alex once again emitted a manly sound of awesomeness as Grell picked him up and crushed him into a hug. He wheezed as Grrlk started hugging him tighter.

"Aw! You're a good person, Ale! Besides what bad person, besides Bassy, is this adorable?!"

"I am not adorable," muttered Sebastian rolling his wine-colored eyes.

Ciel snickered while Undertaker full out laughed. Sebastian glared at Claude who tried to hide his amusement.

"Continue and you shall perish. '

"I'd to see you try, especially with our current situation at hand, Raven."

Alois rolled his eyes and snatched Alex away from Grell who'd just about smothered the poor blonde.

"Stop hugging him! He's my cuddle buddy not yours!"

Is nobody going to acknowledge the fact the food is burning? Wondered Undertaker and Alex as a verbal fight broke out between the others.

Maybe not. Wait, is that fire? Holy-

"Shit!" Yelped Alex literally launching himself out of Alois's arms.

He quickly controlled the fire trying to keep his house from burning down. But before he could fully put it out, he was pulled away from the stove and Claude took his place. He looked up and seen it was Sebastian who'd grabbed him. He deadpanned and slumped. Would he be able to keep up with them.

"-you okay, Master Brown?"

"Yes, but please do not call me 'Master Brown'."

"Understood."

Someone save him, anyone. Just please. And somebody tell Grell to stop sticking his fingers in the fucking toaster before they get burnt- you know what...let em' burn. Maybe it'll teach him something.