[May 20th] You were a porcelain doll in the Phantomhive manor, sat on an empty shelf next to a vase full of roses. You were tiny, clean and secretly evil. You'd get up at night and cause chaos, either that be screwing up Ciel's paperwork or making a mess in the kitchen - which ALWAYS made Sebastian annoyed, thinking it was the other servants who were at fault. But today, you were full of energy, sat on the shelf. You tried to move a discreet inch, but instead you fell off the shelf, landing with a loud thud - despite your small frame. Ciel and Sebastian walked out of the study to see what had caused such a sound.*

"What has happened to the doll? Nothing has come near it, Mey-rin is cleaning, Finny is tending to the gardens, and Bardroy is cooking." Ciel muttered as Sebastian gracefully picked you up holding you in a gentle yet firm grip. "It appears to have fallen off the shelf." The butler pointed out, which made Ciel slightly aggravated. He could clearly see that you had fallen off the shelf.