The Phantomhive Cafe (Sebastian Michaelis x GN!reader)

The First Erand

You walked down the street next to Sebastian, whose eyes combed through a list of people. You furrowed your brows, standing on your tip toes to try and see the list. Sebastian couldn't help but smirk, moving the paper from your view.

"This is none of your concern." He said, a hint of amusment in his voice.

You furrowed you brows, crossing your arm, "Come on, you have to give me some details! How am I supposed to help you if I have no idea what the hell I'm doing?"

Sebastian hummed, "You have a point." He folded up the list, placing it in his coat pocket. "Do you happen to know who Jack the Ripper is?"

"The murderer?" You raised a brow, "Yeah, of course."

"Well, he seems to have a copy cat." Sebastian's eyes fall on a building, "And I think I know who it might be, but I'd like a second opinion."

He made a turn, opening a door to... a funeral parlor. You paused mid step, looking up at him.

"Uh... why here?"

You had to pass this place every day to go to work. It always gave you a creepy vibe, giving you that gut feeling of being watched. You grimaced as you gazed up at the creepy sign, sitting crooked up on the roof as if it had been nailed back in place multiple times.

Sebastian chuckled at your question, "Who would know more about death than a funeral director?" He motioned for you to go inside, "Besides, this man has helped us quite a bit before."

You hummed, stepping inside the dimly lit funeral parlor. The place had an odd smell to it, a mix of incense with a slight hint of mildew. There were a few candles scattered about on shelves, casting an eerie glow throughout (Awesome, just what this place needs!). You grimaced, feeling a chill run down your spine at the sight. This whole place screamed "We house dead bodies".

"At least they're sticking to the theme..." You grumbled, brushing off a cobweb as you step past a shelf.

"What was that?" Sebastian questioned with a raised brow.

"Nothing."

"Sure."

Sebastian shut the door behind him, "Now, where oh where could the Undertaker be?" He asked with a hint of knowing to his voice.

A small giggle came from... the coffin you were standing right next to. You deadpanned and looked up at Sebastian.

"Is he in that coffin?" You asked with a raised brow.

Sebastian smiled, "Perhaps."

"Can you push it over?"

Suddenly, the lid to the coffin was pushed open, "Well that's not very kind, now is it?"

You couldn't help but jump at the sudden reveal. He was a lean man with a long gray hair and jagged scars running across his face, neck, and pinky finger. His eyes were hidden behind messy bangs and a part of his hair was tied in a single braid to the right of his head. He wore a black robe, a long crooked tophat, and a grey scarf strapped across his chest and knotted by his hips.

He stared down at you, "Oh, I see you've gotten yourself a newbie!"

"I- uh- (Name)." You said, holding out a hand. A part of you didn't even wanna shake his hand, but another part thought it would be rude not to, and you felt that you really didn't wanna make this guy mad.

The man giggled, taking your hand in his, "Quite the pleasure, dear." He said, leaning in a bit closer.

His hand was cold to the touch, making you shudder. You couldn't help but take a small step back from him, which made him grin. Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder pulling you back.