Smile, my Darling~!

Laughing Victoriously

Denise's Point Of View (Denise is Undertaker's assistant. Not the reader.)

I sighed deeply as I subconsciously gazed at the clock that was ticking at an excruciating slow pace above the front door; sulking at the fact I couldn't attend the play and see Undertaker acting like a complete fool because I have to stay in the shop in case of any guests arriving.

That bloody liar, no guests have arrived for the entire day meaning that I have nothing to do in order to keep me occupied or entertained during Undertaker's absence.

However, now that mysterious old geezer has left the shop and will be gone for at least three hours this gives me a huge opportunity to snoop through his stuff; and of course I would never pass up the chance to really know who Undertaker is.

I get up from my position on the counter and skipped to the back, where his room was. I turn the knob and it didn't work, it seemed that the room was locked.

Groaning at this, I then began to go back to the counter and wallow. But then I felt a prick on my left, bare, foot. I yelped in surprise and lifted my foot up to see what I just stepped on; my eyes then lit up in triumph as I saw what it was.

It was a bobby pin! Fuck yeah! Excited, I picked it up and unlocked the door with said bobby pin. I kick the door open and rush in.

The room was dimly lit, from all the candles randomly placed so carelessly near the damp carpet. I deadpan at this, the shop could burn to the ground if the carpet ever caught on fire!

I look around, examining the room. There's a bed, which is a complete mess, there's a shelf full of books and an unpolished skull, there's also a desk across the shelf, which was extremely dusty and made my nose sting.

How does Undertaker live properly in these filthy conditions? Then a large, wooden box; most likely mahogany, caught my eye.

I saunter towards the box and furrow my eyebrows at the fact the box was completely clean, it looked new and polished unlike all the other stuff he keeps in his room.

I squat on the creaking floor and unlatched the metals clips of the box, I pull off the lid and gasp in wonder at how much stuff there is in the box. I rummage through the box, finding books, papers, notebooks and files. All about the dead, and their information.

My eyes widen frightfully at the contents, it reveals when they die, how they die, and the exact time of their death. It freaked me out, I dropped all the files and scoot backwards feeling completely uneasy and disturbed.

All those innocent people...all those poor children...did he?

Did he kill them all?! Is he a murderer?! Killing people and examining even the deepest depths of their lives?!

He couldn't be a murderer, even though he has an infatuation with the dead. Wanting to confirm this, I peer back inside the box only to find another small box at the very corner. Hesitant, I picked it up and brought it out.

Opening it, there were a bunch of old pictures; curious I looked through all of them.

All of the people in the pictures were all wearing formal clothing, suits, tuxedos, gowns and all the like and all were smiling joyfully towards the camera. One particular yet strange thing I noticed about the pictures was that they were all holding some sort of weapon beside them, all were gardening tools to my surprise.

Then one picture caught my eye the most, I grab it and brought it close to my face. There were at least five people in the photo, one of them being Undertaker! With his hair tied up and his fringe pulled back revealing his chartreuse phosphorescent eyes, only one sort of species has this significant eye color.

They're Grim Reapers!

Undertaker's a Grim Reaper! All of the people in the photo's were Grim Reapers! I sigh in relief, however still quite shaken up by all this overwhelming information, that explains those disturbing files I saw.

I took a close look at the photo in my hand, and I then notice that he had wrapped someone around his surprisingly big arms...and that someone with (H/C) hair and an oh-so bright smile on their lips, wearing the prettiest gown I have ever seen in my entire life.

And that someone is (Y/n) Crevan--oh erm I meant (F/n).

I smile at the picture and it's adorableness, the two were smiling brightly, with Undertaker's arm wrapped around (Y/n)'s waist as (Y/n) does the same to Undertaker. With the three other reapers smiling and are pushing each other with their scythe's, one of them had a wrinkled lab coat layered on their suit and with shaggy, dark green hair.

They both look so happy...

I then took note of the time and noticed that Undertaker should be coming home at this time, panicked I shove everything back into the box, but I kept the last picture in my pocket.

To be fairly honest, I have always imagined Undertaker in a relationship with (Y/n) ever since he first talked about her. It's very obvious that he absolutely adores and loves her with all his un-dead heart.

The way his eyes seem to light up at the mere mention of her name, how he gets all blushy and bashful when he talks about the silly things he and (Y/n) used to do together,

How he utters out her name in such a passionate and shaky voice.

He loves her with a burning passion, a burning passion that wouldn't ever be tamed or to fade, until he gets his hands on her.

However I'm not so sure about (Y/n), since I have never seen or met her in person.

I get out of the room, making sure to lock it before I positioned myself behind the coffin counter, patiently waiting for Undertaker to go through the door.

After a few minutes, Undertaker then enters the shop, in a pink, flowy dress with a pink head-dress to match.

I do a spit-take and then I burst into insane laughter, I then fall from my chair onto the floor from all the laughter. Tears started to form in my closed eyes.

I then slam my hand onto the coffin counter for dear life, still laughing hysterically as I managed to bring myself back up. My other hand was still clutching onto my stomach as it started to hurt from all the laughing.

"You...AHAHHAHAHA..look, AHAHHAAHHAOHMYLORD- so bloody ridiculous AHAHHAHAHAHAHA!" I laugh, pointing at Undertaker as he too started to giggle to himself.

"I bet she absolutely loved it!" I proclaim with a happy grin, referring to (Y/n) as I was told that she also attended the play. I then sense a pinkish tint on his pale, scarred face as he giggles more like a high-school girl.

He outstretched both of his arms, exposing more of the queer dress he was currently wearing.

"She actually did!" He proudly exclaimed as an excited giggle escapes his lips as he gives me a mad grin.

He then starts to go on talking about how she came to him after the play and laughed at his costume, saying that she loved him--I mean his scene in the play.

"And then...then the sparkle in her eyes! It was just like old times, best thing is she doesn't even know who I really am!"

I smile as he rambles on about (Y/n), however his eyes are covered by his fringe, I can tell that the same sparkle Undertaker said (Y/n) had was also in his chartreuse phosphorescent eyes.

He really does love her...doesn't he?

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