Undertaker x Reader

~morning~

"Wake up deary heehee...Come on wake up." I hear someone say as I come from my dream. No scratch that. My nightmare. "Come on open your eyes heeheehee." The voices continues. That's when I realize someone is breathing in my face and and a cold boney thing is poking my cheek. Well this seems familiar. My eyes flutter open am I am meeted with the Undertaker's pale smiling face above me. "Ah there you are I thought you died in your sleep heehee." He says still poking my cheek. "Ugh stop it i'm tired." I grumbled sleepily swatting his finger away and turning around in the coffin onto my stomach. Wow this coffin is surprisingly comfortable. "Come on love there's work to be done." He chuckles, now poking my shoulder. Can't he just let a girl have her beauty sleep? "Okay, okay damn" I say raising myself out of the coffin. "My, my such a foul mouth for such a lady." he says. Once I steadied myself I look over at him and glare at his smiling face. After a fews seconds I can't help but break out into a grin also. "Alrighty what should I do today?" I ask looking away from him and around the dark, but clean room. I smell something musky but...delicious. "Today you will be helping me with a body." he says, his grin getting bigger as he walks towards a casket on a table. Curiously I follow close behind him. I stand on my tiptoes and look around him and into the coffin. My gaze settles on a man. A very bloody man. Shit. "Aaah!" I squeal covering my face with my hands and backing away quickly and bump into a table. I peek out between my fingers to see Undertaker looking at me with a smile. "You scared deary." He asks trying not to laugh. "No I...it's not th..that it's the...blood. I don't do well around it.." I mumble through my fingers. I let my hands slide down my face but keep them clasped over my mouth. I then slowly make my way back over to the casket and hide behind the Undertaker, peeking over his shoulder. "Can I watch you on this one?" I ask bringing my eyes from the mangled corpse to Undertaker's bangs. I wonder what color his eyes are. I reach my hand up to brush his bangs from his face, but right when my fingertips come into contact with his silver hair he grabs ahold of my hand with his and pulls it from his face to his side. I blush looking down at our intertwined hands then look back at him "Sure." he says smiling. Then he turns back around letting go of my hand. I frown when he does this and take his hand back with both of mine and hold it up to my face, examining his pinky. He glances back at me with a curious smile. "What's wrong dear? I need two hands for this job you know." He says with a smirk. Damn that looks sexy on him. Wait what? Why did I just think that? Oh well, I think as I trace the small scar on his pinky with my fore finger. "It's such a cute and small scar how did you get it?" I ask glancing up at him for a second then focusing back on his scar, still tracing it. "Teehee I'm not telling." he says sticking his tongue out at me once again. "Your such a child." I say laughing and letting go of his hand.