LittleLostReaper

New to the area, the carriage dropped you off by your residence. Your uncle was supposed to be there to show you the exact place. It seemed that he wasn't there yet.  You continued to wait. He was yet to appear. Perhaps you told the driver the wrong address? The street was nearly empty, and children stayed indoors. You began to walk down the street, you were getting worried. With no one outside and no one to ask, you quickly became lonely And paranoid. You felt a tap on your shoulder, and quickly a blonde boy was in front of you. He danced around you. "I'm Alois! Looks like you're lost! I can help if you want! You can stay with me! I like p

You walked over to the place where the reapers were standing, and you held out your hand to William T. Spears, “Would you like to dance with me William?” He looked at you, and straightened his glasses. “NO, Willy, you can't dance with him! We must-” “Yes,” William took your hand and swiftly led you to the floor, happy for an excuse to get away from Grell, but not showing it. Grell clenched his fists and glared at you as William put a hand on your waist in a dignified manner and took your other hand in his. You placed a hand on his shoulder and looked up at  him, smiling. You were up to his shoulder in hei

Drocell x reader – puppet part 2 It was very late at night, when you and Drocell reached your house. You’ll probably have been there sooner if Drocell’s leg didn’t keep on dropping straw. You both entered your house. You sat Drocell down on a chair. Then you searched your sewing kit. You wondered why you were helping him in the first place but Drocell interrupted your thought. “(f/n), I want to thank you for helping me.” You soon found the kit you needed. You sat next to him and cheerfully said, “Your welcome!” A light blush came on Drocell’s face which made you giggle. You started to

Once again the people to greet her with a warm smile and a "good morning" aren't her busy parents, instead it's her staff. Her parents haven't paid her much mind since she turned 12 and they'd had to betrothed her away. Which has still yet to happen due to her stubbornness. She walks out the door, and just like every day she walks to town and takes a shortcut through the alleyway and walks towards the doll shop. He put the doll he's currently working on down to watch this strange, young girl walk by the shop as she does at the same time every single day. She always looks so sad and sometimes he thinks he feels for her, feels sympathy. Then e

         “I wonder what's going on over there. I don't believe I've ever seen a crowd that large in that part of town before.” Intrigued, you stayed off of your path and wandered over to where the masses of people had gathered. Unable to see what was going on due to the fact that you were too far back, you squeezed yourself through until you were almost at the very front of the crowd. Once you were finally able to see, you fully understood the crowd. “A circus, which means, Joker's probably in there.” You pushed through the other spectators once more, but this time, you snuck around to the back of the tents where you k

The moon came out early tonight. It was too bright, it would be obvious to what you were doing. The street was empty, a perfect time for your crime.  As you approached the empty building, the man you had gone to see stood in the darkness, a hand full of money showed he was there for your loot. "Bout damn time lady. Hand over the 'Cain." The man held his hand out, as did you. As soon as your hands were on the money, you pulled out your gun, placing it on his temple. "Thanks for the money, my dear love. I'll be seeing you in hell."  The bullet pierced his brain. He was lying on the ground, blood draining from his head faster than wa

        It was another busy day behind the scenes. Your hair was a mess, you'd ripped your pants at the knee, and you were pretty sure you had either blood, or cherry sauce on your face. But what was worse than all of that? You were late, very, very late. Trying your hardest to make up for lost time, you ran through the cramped halls of the studio, just barely missing a table of refreshments. “Finally.” You reached a door with the name “Claude” written in bold letters. As quietly as you could, you opened the door. Claude was standing back to the door, staring out a window. “I-I'm back sir, I got-.” “

         “This looks nothing like the place on the brochure.” You looked down at the small  folded paper in your hand where beautiful mansion was featured. “Not even close.” In front of you was not the homey, happy place you'd expected. But instead, a home, still beautiful, but covered in ivy and neglect. “No wonder their giving away vacations to here.” Shrugging off your concerns, you walked up onto the porch and hit the oversized knocker against the heavy wooden door. Without anyone being there to open it, the door opened with a loud high pitched creak. “That needs oiling.” You stepped inside,