You're my little kitten now," Undertaker said to you after that night. You were moved into the shop and shared a coffin bed with him. You let him figure out the aspects of your body when he wanted to, and sometimes he talked to you about the dead bodies he'd worked with. Oddly enough, the most recent female bodies have been found without any uterus.
But after about a month, you found dog biscuits just weren't enough for you. Also, you'd grown angry a couple times and hurt occasionally. Undertaker became concerned and began to experiment a little on you. You wouldn't let him cut you open of course, but he found out that you had skipped your period a while back.
"I think you may be pregnant, my dear," he said in his voice laced with laughter.
"What?!" you gasped.
"I don't think apologies are needed," he smirked. "I would love to start a family with you (Y/N)."
"R-really?" He lowered his face to you.
"Don't you know that I love you, dear?"
You blushed, nodding at his comment. Undertaker smirked at you.
"Then, I don't find an issue," he shrugged before kissing you sweetly on the lips.
***5 MONTHS LATER***
The babies room was finished. It was was colored a soft shade of grey and the bed was only slightly a coffin. You were happy with your new fiance. (He proposed to you last month).
Strange things had been happening around town, there had been more deaths but they were more strange than normal. Nowadays they were more often than not victims of being set on fire. You wanted to investigate, but Undertaker suggested that you take it easy.
***1 MONTH LATER***
"Would you like for me to take your picture dear?" a sweet woman asked you as you walked down the street. Her face was aged and in her hands was a camera.
"Um, sure," you replied. You stood in front of a brick wall, holding your very showy belly as the woman snapped a picture. It was then that you saw an odd dust fly out of the camera cover you from head to toe.
"Thank you for your time," she then said sweetly.
*** AFTER THE INTERACTION ***
You got home and Undertaker looked at you suspiciously.
"What?" you asked.
"What are you covered in?" he asked you.
"I'm not sure," you shrugged.
"It just looks just like what I found on the burned victims," he said. His eyes widened before running over to you and collecting the powder from your hair. After careful inspection, he ordered for you to take a shower.
"What's wrong?' you asked.
"That powder all over you had explosive qualities," he said. "Do you know who put this on you.
"Um.. this woman," you began. "Graying hair, kind of chubby, white shirt, long blue skirt, and a kind of warm smile."
"Alright, go have a shower love, I don't want anything to happen to you, love," he said to you.
*** AFTER YOUR SHOWER ***
Undertaker came home and smiled.
"What happened," you asked.
"That woman you described was the cause of all those deaths," he began. "Her special powder was designed to ignite people. She was on the death list, so I had some extra work to do. So now, you and a couple other people are safe."
Taking him into your arms, laughing at how you don't know he would have been sad that you'd died, or happy that he would be able to fit you for a coffin.
*** 1 1/2 MONTHS LATER ***
You gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. He refused to open his eyes, so you didn't know the color. And he seemed to live his father's hat. You knew he'd be a lovely shop owner.
