Coffins Make You Crazy (undertaker x reader)

Story of the Past

Jane gave a sigh. Alright. When I was born into this world, I had a twin. A twin named (y/n). When I was born, a tragedy happened. I was a stillborn. People say that our family was cursed. They say that we were cursed because of our difference. We were an outcast. I was a stillborn and you were a... 'freak' they call you. You had the ability to read people's auras. Mother was amazed by this but father was worried. They always had arguments about your powers. One day, father caught you talking to yourself. Talking as if there was someone else around. Father was a bit terrified. The more he spied on you, the more he believed that you were the one who was cursed. Mother has been noticing these things about you too, but she didn't mind. Father was working in his office, one night. Mother was there too. She tried to convince him that you weren't cursed, but blessed. Father was stressing over all the events and eventually, he was so overwhelmed that he stabbed your mother. You were also there that night. You watched from behind a door with a small opening. Mother told you to run so you did. Father chased after you and caught you. He said that you were going to join your mother. He held the knife at you but I pushed him away. I used all my energy. You were so lost that you plunged your arm into his beating heart. I used the rest of my powers to erase the memories of that past and replace it with a less violent one. When you came to, the memory of me, mother, and father wasn't remembered. Why didn't you talk to me sooner? I was recovering. It took too much of my energy to block father's attack and replace your memory all in one night. How did you block father's attack? When they realized that I'm a stillborn, they destroyed my body, but not my soul. My soul now rests within you. So, the person father and mother caught me talking to was you? Yes. Truthfully, you were cursed but was also blessed. I guess. Do not be sad, my dear. Mother is in a happy place and father is being punished. How would you know? Because I wasn't the one who cleaned you up and took care of you. What? What do you mean? After replacing your memory, a man carrying a large weapon approached. He carried you and took you to a different realm. You were being washed and was then resting in an infirmary. When you were healed, the same man placed you in a safe alleyway and disappeared within a blink of an eye. Who was that man? I never heard his name but he was wearing a trench coat and glasses. He had long, silver hair and vibrant green eyes. His weapon looked to be a scythe. Wait. Did the 'scythe' have a skull wrapped in spiky wires with a huge, curved blade sticking out of it?! Yes. It did. Hearing that, I immediately jumped up and ran to wherever undertaker was. I saw him in the kitchen and ran to him, hugging him. "(y/n)!" He hugged me back. "You're awa-" "undertaker, a long time ago, did you ever rescued a girl?" He nodded his head. "Were you wearing a trench coat and glasses while holding a weapon with a skull wrapped in spiky wires with a large, curved blade sticking out of it?" I asked really quickly. He looked a bit shocked then nodded slowly. I immediately gave him a bone crushing hug. "It was you! It was you!" I shouted. He had a brown aura. "You were the one who rescued me when I was all bloody and messed up!" He was silent. "Jane told me that when I was really little, a man with a large weapon, wearing a trench coat, glasses, and had long, silver hair with vibrant, green eyes rescued me!" Wait. It makes sense! Undertaker is a grim reaper and he told me that grim reapers judge souls and decide whether they are sent to heaven, hell, or keep living! I overheard undertaker judging the souls. I looked up and saw that he had a blank expression. My smile faltered and I took a few steps back. Wait. I just told him about me being bloody and messed up! He's gonna kick me out, OR WORSE, he's gonna reap my soul! Or- I never finished my thought.