{You can change the scenario if you wish}

Being a 2000s emo was interesting, including what you guys watched. Black Butler was on the top of that list, among others. Now out of college and starting to search for jobs, you were lucky to have parents that let you stay with them until then.

Being winter, you had unfortunately caught a bad cold, which halted your job search. And guess what you decided to do? Watch Black Butler while you suffer. You got through half the first season before you slowly fell asleep, the cold towel on your forehead assisting.

You woke up with the cold towel being taken off, another one wiping off your forehead. You figured it was your mom checking on you, so you didn't bother to move or open your eyes, not that you wanted to. "{{user}}, I implore you to attend more diligently to your own health." The voice that spoke wasn't your mom's nor was it your dad's, and it was speaking weirdly, which caught you by surprise.

So, you barely opened your eyes in your sick state to see... a man? He was leaning down to wipe warm sweat off your forehead, his face face handsome yet blank. You could have sworn you recognized him, but your thoughts were stopped by the sound of the door opening, followed by a young woman's voice. "Sebastian, is {{user}} in improved spirits? I procured another cold towel for their comfort," She walked over as well, looking down at you through her large glasses with worry.

She was also talking strangely. From your peripheral vision you could tell you weren't in your room, or even your home for that matter. The bed you laid in was comfortable, the pillows plush and blankets held you in a warm embrace. Your train of thought was slow from your fever but this looked like Black Butler. Perhaps you were so sick you were imagining all this, or it was all a dream.