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This iniquity castle was indeed like the depths of Hell itself. With atrocious monstrosities stalking in every dim lit corner, waiting for the precise time to strike the insane.
To your very surprise, the dull echo of footsteps sounded eerily just outside the room from where you were hidden in a lone closet (Considering you were just attacked by a Grunt.) Hands trembling with utter fret, you strived to withdraw a Sanity Potion from your torn left pocket.
Of course, like said, the pocket was enormously torn. Although you had such small, panicked thoughts as of the moment, you came to the horrid conclusion that the petite bottle slipped from your left pocket’s hole.
‘Damn’, was all you uttered to think. Soon enough, you began to choke on the bitter taste of your own hopeless tears.
Footsteps approaching closer and closer by the millisecond, you made a small prayer to yourself, begging the lord it not be Alexander[1].
Within an instant, old, musky, wooden doors (to the closet you were in) were forced open by a blonde figure before you. Due to lack of Sanity Potion and Laudanum, you then toppled over onto this unfamiliar person.
A grunt of disgust tore from their throat just as they shoved you away, causing you to timber backwards and clash the rear of your head incredibly hard on the interior of the closet.
As you now slumped to the bottom of the closet, you glanced up dazedly. Finding the strength to attempt it, you smiled with such happiness you could never word. This person could possibly help you! (*Laughs*)
“S-so… ver…very sorry f-for… troubling you, m-miss…”
“Miss?!” The slightly tall blonde figure sputtered with frustration. “I’ll have you know, wench, that I, Alois Trancy, am no ‘miss’!”
Your crimson-stained hands grieved to wipe your [e/c] eyes to gain better eye sight. It must’ve obviously been a bit rude to call this young man a miss. But who were you to blame?!
He did sound sort of like a girl...
“S-sorry. My sight is—”
“Just who are you?”
“__-_______...” You responded back with the little breath you had left within you.
“Well then, _______, you seem to have a “little” ugly smudge on your face…” He commented with a smug grin, indicating the splatters of blood plastered to your face.
Ignoring his smartass comment, you gazed up at him with a pleading smile. “Pl-please… Do you have any… Lauda-… num?”
Childish yet disturbing cackles escaped from in-between his pale lips before his facial expression immediately changed. There he stood, looking as if you just called him a ‘miss’ once again.
Eyebrows furrowed together with arrogance, “Please! Like I would ever give such necessities to someone who’s on the verge of dying such as you! You simply can’t be helped!” With that, his facial expression quickly changed once more[2] to a seductive smirk.
Cupping his hands delicately around your cheeks, without giving a care of staining his clean fingers with your blood, he giggled like a demented child. “But you’ve got a beautiful bruised and bloody face, so I don’t see any harm in putting up with you.”
This iniquity castle was indeed like the depths of Hell itself. With atrocious monstrosities stalking in every dim lit corner, waiting for the precise time to strike the insane.
To your very surprise, the dull echo of footsteps sounded eerily just outside the room from where you were hidden in a lone closet (Considering you were just attacked by a Grunt.) Hands trembling with utter fret, you strived to withdraw a Sanity Potion from your torn left pocket.
Of course, like said, the pocket was enormously torn. Although you had such small, panicked thoughts as of the moment, you came to the horrid conclusion that the petite bottle slipped from your left pocket’s hole.
‘Damn’, was all you uttered to think. Soon enough, you began to choke on the bitter taste of your own hopeless tears.
Footsteps approaching closer and closer by the millisecond, you made a small prayer to yourself, begging the lord it not be Alexander[1].
Within an instant, old, musky, wooden doors (to the closet you were in) were forced open by a blonde figure before you. Due to lack of Sanity Potion and Laudanum, you then toppled over onto this unfamiliar person.
A grunt of disgust tore from their throat just as they shoved you away, causing you to timber backwards and clash the rear of your head incredibly hard on the interior of the closet.
As you now slumped to the bottom of the closet, you glanced up dazedly. Finding the strength to attempt it, you smiled with such happiness you could never word. This person could possibly help you! (*Laughs*)
“S-so… ver…very sorry f-for… troubling you, m-miss…”
“Miss?!” The slightly tall blonde figure sputtered with frustration. “I’ll have you know, wench, that I, Alois Trancy, am no ‘miss’!”
Your crimson-stained hands grieved to wipe your [e/c] eyes to gain better eye sight. It must’ve obviously been a bit rude to call this young man a miss. But who were you to blame?!
He did sound sort of like a girl...
“S-sorry. My sight is—”
“Just who are you?”
“__-_______...” You responded back with the little breath you had left within you.
“Well then, _______, you seem to have a “little” ugly smudge on your face…” He commented with a smug grin, indicating the splatters of blood plastered to your face.
Ignoring his smartass comment, you gazed up at him with a pleading smile. “Pl-please… Do you have any… Lauda-… num?”
Childish yet disturbing cackles escaped from in-between his pale lips before his facial expression immediately changed. There he stood, looking as if you just called him a ‘miss’ once again.
Eyebrows furrowed together with arrogance, “Please! Like I would ever give such necessities to someone who’s on the verge of dying such as you! You simply can’t be helped!” With that, his facial expression quickly changed once more[2] to a seductive smirk.
Cupping his hands delicately around your cheeks, without giving a care of staining his clean fingers with your blood, he giggled like a demented child. “But you’ve got a beautiful bruised and bloody face, so I don’t see any harm in putting up with you.”
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Breakfast quickly passed and moved on to chores for the butlers. "___", I have an appointment today. I have to go pick up some new tea ware and a new pair of boots. I hope you don't mind coming," Alois placed his hands on your hips and stared at you for a moment before pushing you away. "That's enough. Bathe and get yourself presentable." He was
walking away, waving you off.
"Would you like any assistance?" Claude lagged behind Alois, looking at you willingly.
"No, I should be fine." Claude's expression sank into disappointment. You walked away, alone this time. This time, out be able to bathe alone, no worries of anything to happen.
You r
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"I really do like these boots..." He ran his delicate fingers across the smooth leather. His face lit up, yet almost as in ecstasy, let his head fall backwards, taking a deep breath, beginning to breathe more and more heavily.
"A-Alois...A-are you okay?" You looked at him in horror. You sat in the carriage awaiting Claude to begin taking you home.
"I'm thinking of you...____, I keep thinking...This leather is so soft...like touching you...feeling you...it...it hm....it reminds me...ngh..." His body began to twitch involuntarily. "I want you again...I need you, ___..." He looked over at you, his eyes drooping, sagging, as if he were about to
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The previous night was a blur. You know you'd lost yourself to a psychotic boy...but it wasn't bothersome at this point. You'd lost everything...what was your innocence at this point? You woke up, holding Alois close beside you. His arms were tightly gripping you, hugging you tightly.
Claude made his way into the room, opening the blinds, pouring tea,just as a butler should. He had a face painted on, it was obvious he had known what had happened last night.
Alois awoke, smiling to you, then giving a grin the Claude.
"Claude...dress us." Alois looked at you once again. "Or..wait...should we bathe..." He began to laugh. He couldn't stop. "O
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Finally! 'Tis done! This is my first story I'm posting on deviantART. It can also be found on my profile on Quizilla (XXxvanitasxXX). Please. please, please try to keep the comments respectful^^! No one's ever said anything about my writings other than a close friend of mine. Thanks a lot for reading! Means so much to me!
[1] Alexander is the main "bad guy" in Amnesia: The Dark Descent. If you haven't noticed, this reader insert story is a crossover of Kuroshitsuji II and Amnesia: The Dark Descent... *nervously laughs*
[2] Sorry how abrupt that was! But you Alois fangirls know damn well how much mood swings that cute little bastard has! :3
Oh yeah! And the fanart above was done by Alexi Ran from Zerochan^^!
ANOTHER ALOISXREADER STORY I'VE WRITTEN WHERE THE TWO OF YOU ARE IN THE GAME OF SLENDER MAN: rissiner.deviantart.com/art/Di…
[1] Alexander is the main "bad guy" in Amnesia: The Dark Descent. If you haven't noticed, this reader insert story is a crossover of Kuroshitsuji II and Amnesia: The Dark Descent... *nervously laughs*
[2] Sorry how abrupt that was! But you Alois fangirls know damn well how much mood swings that cute little bastard has! :3
Oh yeah! And the fanart above was done by Alexi Ran from Zerochan^^!
ANOTHER ALOISXREADER STORY I'VE WRITTEN WHERE THE TWO OF YOU ARE IN THE GAME OF SLENDER MAN: rissiner.deviantart.com/art/Di…
Plus, if you would please calm done with all the Pewdiepie comments. I'm not trying to rain on anyone's parade or hate or anything like that. I would just prefer comments including feedback on the story rather than a million brofists...
Please leave some feedback, if ya don't mind! Thanks^^!
Please leave some feedback, if ya don't mind! Thanks^^!
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I loved it! May i ask, If there isnt a continuation to the Story, Can you make one if you dont mind?