Intermission

The Baker, On Hold

Mer was busy crying at a table in the middle of a conference room, her brother comforting her passively. Creux gave an accusatory glance at the eighteen-year-old authoress that sat at the beginning of the long table.

"You know that this is your fault, right?" he stated, sharp brown eyes narrowing. The recipient of the question squirmed under the glare, making a nervous sound as she drummed her fingers across the tabletop.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she stiffly denied, crossing her arms over her chest. Mer looked up from her tear-stained hands, eyes bloodshot and puffy. She sniffled, trying to convey her thoughts on the recent decision made by the person in charge of writing her biography of sorts.

"Y-You're taking s-so long t-to post my master p-plan to get Sebastian's ass, Beryl!" the indigo-haired baker cried, collapsing into a blubbering mess. Beryl flinched at the dramatics, grabbing a tissue out of a conveniently placed box in front of her and going over to Mer. She took the tissue and seemed to empty her entire nasal cavity into it. "And you claim that you can't upload any sooner!"

"Yeah, Mer. I believe I told you that when I started to have freakin' Writer's Block around my winter break," replied the bespectacled teen, pushing her glasses up. Creux scoffed.

"Beryl, how hard is it to write about the escapades of a baker as horny as my sister?" he demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.

"First of all, you slut, it's not that simple. I recently got caught up with things and by 'things,' I mean, 'watching Vampire Knight and college life.' Anyway, back to why it's not that simple. Your sister is not just a horny baker, she's a girl striving for the attentions of a butler that seems not to be that interested in her advances and even though this story can be random, I don't want the moment where Sebastian comes to his senses to just happen."

"Kinda how like Grell came onto Ophelia in 'Musings of a New Girl?'" asked a silver-haired boy. Beryl cocked her head to the side, confused.

"Who are you, again?"

"It's me, Andy. Y'know, Undertaker's kid in 'Responsibilities?' The other story you need to finish after this one," Andy answered.

"Of course, of course. But we're not here to address that at the moment, Andy, so let's get you back into the hole you crawled out of…" Beryl said, pushing the boy into a magic vault labeled "Will be started/finished some time this year."

Creux was taken aback at the number of things he glimpsed at before the vault was closed. "You have a lot in store for our audience."

Beryl chuckled. "Yeah. I have an overactive imagination and I need something to do with it."

"Besides all of the drawing you do in college? I hear you have to draw nude models…" Mer stated, a flicker of her infamous Ultimate Rapeface appearing.

"Which is blasphemy, if you ask me, but what can you do? I'll try hard not to bleed all over my canvass. Well, Audience, once I organize things, I promise to post chapter nine, well, chapter ten if you count this. Musings a New Servant will end in eighteen chapters so I'll make it as entertaining as I'm able. I hope you had a nice holiday and continue enjoying the new year with Mer!"

"Here's to plenty ass-grabbing and plundering of Sebastian's loins!" cheered the baker, raising a glass of ginger ale. Her brother tilted his glass to hers as they both shared a warm moment of togetherness. Too bad it was in hopes of robbing a man of his sanity…