Creepypasta one shots (Smut Can Be A Thing)

A walk in the moonlight

❄Hey guys I'm sorry I haven't gotten around to writing anything recently. What has it been 21 days. Yes that's right. So as a little treat I am going to write a black butler one shot. Now don't worry, I'll explain everything. Well everything you need to know.

The undertaker is a mortician. Which means he prepares the dead for their final ceremonies. He has long silver hair, bright vibrant green eyes and so much more. I kind of figured that the undertaker is a lot like the creepypastas I normally write about. So what do you say, shall we get on with the story?❄

I was taking a nap in my backyard. To be just a little more specific, the tree in my backyard.

I fell asleep fighting with my friends. I have two notable friends. Sarah and Darcy. Sarah likes angles, and Darcy likes demons! I will never say that one of them is better than the other, but from what I've read on the topic, grim reapers appeal to me more.

"It doesn't matter if someone is pure or not, a soul is a soul. No one person can claim to be without sin. And no one person can truly say they are without hope. It's like saying you've never laughed." Both Sarah and Darcy looked up at me as I readjusted my long black hair with longer silver streaks. My hair naturally covers my eyes, so I keep having to move it out of the way.

Darcy was the first to pipe up. "Okay then which do you like?" I shook my head and jumped out of the tree. "What a useless question. If I were to pick a side I wouldn't tell you. I would only be ridiculed. It is neither a creature of hell or a thing from the heavens, but is instead a divine being that works on the surface."

Sarah is utterly useless when it comes to figuring things out, I have a little more hope for Darcy. "Are you saying that you think a grim reaper is better than a demon?"

I noticed a mortician going down the street by my house. "No! I am not, please do listen. I said I will not pick a side. I merely believe that Grim reapers have the most important job. A Grim reapers job, to my understanding, is to decide whether or not a person lives, or dies. Also to send them to heaven or hell, based on their own perspective of their lives."

The mortician stopped and turned towards me. "How do you know?" "The same way I know grim reapers are depicted as carrying around large scythes, and wearing all black. I read. And every book I have ever read on the subject says that a grim reapers job is simply to decide. However I have my own theory that because Grim reapers have no connection to the souls they claim, they almost always die."

He clapped his hand that were covered by his overlapping sleeves. Wait a moment we have similar appearances. My hair covers my eyes, so does his. He wears all black, so do I. I have a small lacey top hat, he has a large top hat with some weird material hanging from the back of it.

"Um, Whats your name?" He tapped his chin with a long black finger nail. "You can call me Undertaker." With that he walked away.

Sarah looked back at me. "He was filthy!" Which caused Darcy to fire right back. "And what is that supposed to mean?!"

"Just what I said. That man is so unclean."

"I'm unclean as you say. But you still hang around me!"

"Only for her!" hearing me being mentioned I began to listen as I jumped up and grabbed the lowest tree branch. It was still 6 feet of the ground. I swung my legs up and sat down on one of the many high branches. Now that I was at least ten feet in the air, and hidden by branches I could listen and not be noticed by the other two.

"Ohhh do you have a little crush?!"

"No I do not. She is small, quiet and perfectly clean. Unlike you!"

"Ha Ha Ha clean, do you have your girls mixed up? She is a trouble maker and has the nickname dirty whore around here."

"Yes that may be so, however she never did any of that stuff, you did."

"Yeah well no shite, I am a prostitute."

"Actually I did break all those windows, and wagons." I said it blankly and remained hidden.

They both instinctively hugged each other. "WHAT!!! OH MY LORD WHERE DID SHE GO!!

Declining to answer either of them, I turned towards the street and noticed that the undertaker was holding a scythe and deciding someone's fate.

So thats it hmmm undertaker is a Grim reaper.