Belle Adams' Butler
Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~
Red handed- Part 2
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A few hours ago...
Barron was walking past the corridor where the Grim's were captured to see if Greed and Baltimore were still there in their assigned rooms and had not disappeared from the mansion as it would be disastrous.
Taking a peek at the room where Greed was, his eyes moved to see Greed who was already staring at him as if he knew he was going to have a visitor.
"What are you doing in the rabbit suit?" asked Greed and he sighed, shaking his head, "You look pathetic. For a Grim reaper to be captured is shameful, but then I wouldn't be surprised that Guilt has abilities that none of us knew."
"Aren't you a Grim reaper yourself?" asked Barron, he placed his rabbit hand against the door, leaning against it fashionably as he was the superior here.