"Dammit, Alois."

Ciel pulled at his hair in frustration as he paced back and forth. In front of him, lay nothing but a slowly drying puddle of blood, a broken fridge, and a broken smart phone. The one particular little boy he was searching for however, was nowhere to be found.

Ciel didn't understand. Where could the boy have gone? It's not like he could really go anywhere, there was no way out of the basement except-

"Why am I so fucking stupid?" Ciel hissed at himself. He walked over to the old and tattered door and kicked it open. Moonlight flooded into the basement from the outside. Ciel walked up the withering stone steps and was back on ground level, on the left side of the house. Taking a few steps to see if Alois had come up here, the bluenette felt something under his foot. He knelt and picked up the object. A wallet. Flipping it open, he found that it was Alois' wallet. Ciel smiled to himself.

"I feel like a detective." He whispered to himself giddily. With a new profound feeling, Ciel began to search around for 'clues' to Alois' disappearance. Much to his despair, he found nothing. Then his phone began vibrating in his pocket.

"Hello?"

"Sir, Ciel Phantomhive, is this?" Said a gruff voice on the other line. With a cautious tone, Ciel replied with a "yes" that sounded more like a question than an real answer.

"Hello, hello, my name is Freddie and I'd like to play a game-"

"I don't do prank calls and trolls pal, get a life." Ciel snapped.

"DO NOT INTERRUPT THE GREAT FREDDIE WHEN HE IS SPEAKING CHILD!"

Ciel held the phone away from his ear, not wanting to go deaf. Whoever this 'Great Freddie' guy was in need of some serious anger management classes. And maybe he needed to go back to kindergarten where he would learn to use his inside voice.

"Fine, fine, what in the hell do you want?"

"I want to play a game." Said Freddie, now suddenly sounding a lot calmer. Suddenly Ciel was getting a video chat request. Hesitantly, he answered it and lo and behold, upon his cracked screen, there displayed a cage, with a little blonde boy inside, who was waving into the camera as if nothing was wrong. Attached to said cage, was a timer, no doubt counting down for a bomb.

"Alois!? How the hell did you get there!?" Ciel nearly screamed.

"I don't remember. One moment I'm trying to stop my arm from bleeding with your sweater and the next I'm in this cage. It's actually quite comfortable, I've got a pillow, a blanket, my arms all patched up and-"

"SILENCE YOU IMPECCABLE FOOLS." Freddie shouted. The camera turned and Ciel couldn't see anything but a brown paper bag with holes for eyes. "You filthy maggots like talking so much, I might as well just sew your lips shut!"

"This is such bullshit. Alois stay still for once and don't die. I'll be there with help soon." Ciel huffed, knowing he would have to go to the police. He hung up his phone, pocketed it, and walked away from the haunted house. Maybe he should've suggested skipping it and going straight to the sex shop. Alois would've like that. Then they would've avoided this mess.

"Excuse me, but I need to report a kidnapping of a boy named Alois Trancy."

"Alright, when did this happen?"

Ciel made a face. "Sometime around midnight." He said, "We were in a haunted house, he fell in a hole, I went to get rope, came back," Ciel made a 'poof' motion with his hands. "Gone."

Our favorite bluenette sat in an uncomfortable chair in Detective Abberline's office. Sebastian stood next to him and so did Claude. It was just his luck that he had run into both of the older men on the way here. Apparently they were looking for Alois and Ciel themselves. It was rather hard for Ciel to explain where Alois was since Claude was there, giving him the coldest stare in existence.

Detective Abberline was now inspecting the latest picture of Alois. It was only a week before but the boy was wearing the same sweater in the picture as he was when he was kidnapped. Ciel shifted uncomfortably in his chair, this was agonizing. He had been calm earlier, but now the most terrible worst case scenarios where running through his head.

What if that...Paper Bag Man named 'Freddie' decided to torture Alois? How would he do it? With a whip or a knife? How long had it been since he had seen that bomb timer? What if it blew up? Ciel didn't want to think about any of that at the moment. He just wanted his friend back.

Maybe some sponge cake too…

"Mr. Phantomhive, does the app you and this… "Freddie" video chatted on save any of the videos?" The detective asked, pinching his chin. Maybe he wanted a goatee, maybe that was a bad habit, no one, not even Fred Abberline himself knew.

"No sir. It just keeps track of when the calls where made and who called. Messages too, but he only video called me." Ciel explained, rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans.

"May I see your phone then?" Abberline asked.

Ciel nodded, unlocked the phone, murmuring his code loud enough for everyone to hear, then handed it to the man behind the desk. it didn't take Abberline long to inspect the app records. It seemed Ciel only video chatted with few people…

"I hope you don't mind, but I'll be needing this to solve the case. Is that alright with you?"

Ciel nodded quickly, ready to leave. Little discussion was held and a few numbers were exchanged before Ciel was up and out the door. Once outside, he breathed in the fresh air and took in a breath. Why were detective offices so...tight spaced?

Nothing was spoken between the three men as they got into Sebastian's car and drove home. Ciel tried to nap in the backseat but he could never stay sleep for longer than a few minutes.

Miniature nightmares….

Sebastian dropped Claude home and then drove a few blocks down, pulling into his own driveway. He and Ciel got out of the car he they both up stood on the porch. While Sebastian looked for the house key, Ciel leaned against the railing and yawned.

"Tired?" Sebastian asked. He knew the answer, of course he did, but the boy needed something to distract him from his overpowering thoughts. Ciel nodded and followed the raven haired man into their home. "Don't worry, Alois will be back here, harassing you soon enough."

"I hope so." Ciel murmured with a yawn. He murmured a quick "Good night" to Sebastian and took the steps two at a time to get to his as fast as possible. Ciel kicked off his sneakers by the bedroom door, shimmied out of all of his clothes, leaving him in his boxers, put on a nightshirt, and flopped into bed.

His laptop beeped on the nightstand next to him and Ciel groaned. Who would PM him now? It was so late...well...rather early; it was almost seven in the morning. Good for Ciel it was a Saturday.

With another groan, Ciel sat up, pulled his laptop close to him and opened up his message box. Of course there was one from someone unknown with a weird username; why did people like making friends? Nevertheless, Ciel read it.

Gregs!Donut!Penis: Hello there!

The bluenette contemplated on whether he should really talk to whoever this was. They seemed like no threat so far, and he couldn't sleep anyways, so why the hell not?

FiftyShadesOfBlue: Hi

Ciel wasn't much of a conversationalist. Especially over the internet.

Gregs!Donut!Penis: Do you know who this is?

FiftyShadesOfBlue: obviously not ;-;

Gregs!Donut!Penis: Haha, you're right! But lets play a guessing game, alright? I'll give you hints and you try to find out who I am!

FiftyShadesOfBlue: Fine, whatever.

Gregs!Donut!Penis: Alright, first clue; Fred

Ciel thought for a while. Who did he know named Fred? Well..there was that detective, Fred Abberline. Was This a stupid way for the man to get in contact with him? Or maybe the detective had a son…

FiftyShadesOfBlue: Are you possibly that detective Fred Abberline? Or maybe his son?

There was a long pause. Maybe the other person was throwing a fit because they've been found out? Ciel didn't know but he was getting tired of waiting. He shrunk conversation window smaller and ended up back on his contact list.

Swallowing a lump in his throat, Ciel clicked on one of his conversations that he had with Alois only days ago. If Alois wasn't physically here with him, why not question some of the shit they talked about to pass the time?

JuicyBootyLover: CIIEEEELLLLLLL!

FiftyShadesOfBlue: WHAT?

JuicyBootyLover: WHY DO MICROWAVES SOUND SO SCARY OMG CIEL HELP ME I THINK MY MICROWAVES GONNA KILL MEEEEEEE D:

FiftyShadesOfBlue: wtf microwaves do not sound scary and they most certainly will not kill you Alois.

JuicyBootyLover: YES IT WILL CIEEL IT'S BEEPING AT ME! DX Help, plz, make it stahpppppp

FiftyShadesOfBlue: Dammit Alois that means your food is done. If you're so scared, just unplug it.

FiftyShadesOfBlue: actually, no don't unplug it, tell Claude to do it. Last time you unplugged something it was my fridge and you managed to set that on fire.

JuicyBootyLover: Oh right. PFT I KNEW THAT

FiftyShadesOfBlue: sure you did

By now, Ciel was making a face. He had no idea in hell what was wrong with Alois but it seemed as if these messages were sent late night. He was about to close his laptop when it made noise. So that donut-penis-greg guy was back huh?

Gregs!Donut!Penis: Aha! No! Alright, have another hint! Bomb.

It clicked, slammed Ciel in the face like a bag of bricks and suddenly Ciel was angry.

FiftyShadesOfBlue: YOU! DAMMIT YOU'RE THE ONE HOLDING ALOIS CAPTIVE

Gregs!Donut!Penis: Hoho that I am! Hmm, you're smart. Maybe too smart for The Great Freddie!

FiftyShadesOfBlue: I DEMAND YOU GIVE ALOIS BACK RIGHT NOW

Gregs!Donut!Penis: Not until you play my game! You so rudely hung up before we could discuss such things. Now, don't ignore me or your blonde friend might just be found in a river somewhere...

FiftyShadesOfBlue: Fine! I'll play, but you keep your grimy hands off of Alois! I'm the only one allowed to bully/slash torture him! Got it!?

Gregs!Donut!Penis: Of course! Glad to have you aboard the game Ciel.

...I am so sorry Dx

I can assure you I haven't died, nieeennn I plan to finish this. I won't leave you guys hanging like that; it's rude

Anywhore, It's 3 am and I am just now finishing this chapter goddammit. I've been swamped in school shit and i have no fucking time to write *sobs* It's not fair...

But I have a four day weekened because of Thanksgiving! So happy Thanksgiving! And if you don't celebrate Thanksgiving, then enjoy whatever you DO celebrate!

I really wanted to throw in some comedy in there with Alois even though he's playing Tic-Tac-Tow by himself in a cage somewhere... Those usernames oh my god...

I regret nothing.