Humbled ((Undertaker X Reader))

Act Six: Heart

  "N-No thanks..." I looked down to what The Undertaker was offering for 'breakfast'.

The mortician shrugged it off and took a bite of the bone-shaped dog treat,

"Oh well, you're missing out. More for me!"

"You really don't have anything else?!"

There had to be something... Anything?! Don't tell me he's been surviving off dog treats this whole time?!

My stomach rumbled again, and the treats were quickly starting to look more appetizing.

God... No way, no way was I, a noble, about to eat a hound's food!

His sharp teeth crunched through every bite, practically unable to resist eating each slow chew.

No, I was hungry, but not that hungry!

"Nothing in-house, nope," He spoke through the crunching, "It's all I got. A pretty noble like yourself should have no problems shopping though, I'm sure."

"I didn't bring any money!"

Being poor sucked, this was so dumb! As one of his pale hands held the glass jar of treats, another waved around one of the biscuits, as though taunting me.
After a few moments, The Undertaker pulled the treat close and with a crunch, the treat vanished once again, the only complaint coming from my stomach after hearing the sounds of chewing.
He moved to pull out another, but before the ridiculous taunting could begin, I swiped it away quickly,
"Just give me one already, I'll try it, but only because it's literally my only option, got it?"
"Oh loud and clear," The man grinned wide, urging me to turn around as I took a bite. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of watching me eat the horrible food. When I got home, I was going to make sure I stocked so much food in a travel box just so he would eat anything else!
With a sniff, and a careful lick, I couldn't resist the gag before I took a bite. I couldn't believe I was seriously doing this...
Yet as the taste melted over my tongue... I paused.
This flavor...
I turned back to the mortician, still watching me,
"Are these seriously just normal crackers?"
"I never said they weren't," The man chuckled, but I didn't find it quite so funny,
"You should've said something! I thought you were trying to feed me dog treats for breakfast!"

No matter how much I continued to argue, The Undertaker appeared immune to my arguments. No reaction, no response, just silence as I gave him every piece of thought until my voice was hoarse. And even then, he just continued eating as though I wasn't completely pissed off.
Why wouldn't he say anything, I had nothing else I could say, damn it!

Whatever, I'm sure he learned what he did wrong by now, there's no way he would play a joke on me again. Most people normally told me to shut up, I didn't really know what to do now.
When I was finally done giving the mortician a piece of my mind, he set the jar down, a strange expression across his lips,
"Do you feel better, little canary?"
What? I just yelled at him and he was asking how I felt?!
But...
"I... Suppose so," I finally found my words thoughtfully, earning a glistening smile,
"Well, I'm glad to hear it! When you're ready, you should be heading home I would believe. Your family is no doubt quite concerned."
As if. They weren't concerned about me, they'd just find a way to punish me the longer I stayed gone. Probably keeping me from coming back, even.
God, when did I start seriously caring about coming to the funeral parlor?
I opened my mouth, ready to agree, then stopped with hesitation,
"What of the work? There's still much to do."

The mortician's long hair glistened under the window light as he moved, raising an arm and beckoning me close while his other set the jar down on the counter.
What? What was it?
When we first met, I might've been suspicious and called him out on the strange response, but now I didn't really think anything of it.
This sort of strange behavior was simply part of who he was, and to be frank, I trusted the guy more than I trusted anyone back at the manor.
As I approached, The Undertaker outstretched a hand to place it on my head. A comforting touch, but why did he feel the need to place his hands on me? Was I not a noble?
No... That wasn't quite right, I stopped caring about that a while ago too. For heaven's sake, I slept up against him the night before, a pat on the head was nothing but a minor annoyance.
"Little canary~" The man hushed, "Your help is appreciated but you'll work yourself to death. It wouldn't be ideal for my intern to be a client too. You need rest, you already worked your day off and slept in a chair."
As he spoke, The Undertaker's fingers brushed through my hair, combing through it softly. It was all too easy to doze off with the comforting touch, when was the last time I felt like...