Corruption (Yandere Various x Reader)

Yandere! Undertaker x Reader II ~Assumption~

A/N: Greetings, fellow earthlings, I'm back with the second part of a certain story as I've promised. Before you go ahead and read, do note that this story shall be more bloody than the usual standard. Tw: attempted murder

And not to forget, I don't endorse revenge, this is just for the plot, and you get the point. Also, spoilers for the Book of Atlantic ahead.

To my dear friend,fallen__soldier , I hope you'll enjoy this piece. Have a lot of fun reading.

The persisting scent of earth and damp mould permeates the air, weaving into everything in the room before it sinks back into the ground and wall from whence it came from. It stiches itself in your lungs with every breath you take. It is also the sort of musk that can be found in every English cellar, and it reminds you of death and decay just as much as the velvety dark of current whereabouts does.

Carefully, you feel your way along, shuffling around in a helpless manner, yet silent as a ghost. Another trait you have acquired during your unwilling stay with the Undertaker. When his unusual abode hadn't been filled with eery laughter and persistent demands as he had concocted new ways to twist your life in alien forms, then it had been brimming with suffocating silence. It had been always the type of silence that seemed the sacred, the kind that ruled churches and graveyards and libraries. During those long hours, you had learned to flit around like a shadow.

It was best not to disturb the eternal rest of the dead.

Too bad for him that he will soon be on the receiving end of everything that he had taught you, you having now finally discovered an opportunity to put your skills to good use. Such a fitting twist of irony – it will be most exhilarating to finally evoke an expression of shock, on those mind, patrician features. It shall be something you'll forever cherish, a memory that you shall hold close to your heart.

Edging yourself along, you eventually reach the door in the pitch black. With some fumbling, you manage to locate the doorknob and tentatively open the barrier. A deafening screech echoes down the corridors as it swings on its rusty hinges, a scolding to attempt to avert you from enacting vengeance.

Your heart pounds in your throat as you remain still, as you fully expect some keen soul to come racing down the staircase to apprehend you. Yet nobody comes and you're only haunted by the ghost in your own head. After a good few minutes of standing there, frozen like an ice statue, you conclude that you're safe.

In the twilight, you turn around outlines of dozens of coffins, messing and iron handles glinting in the sparse light. There are dozens of them, all neatly stacked up on each other in rows that run down the length of the chamber and fade into the darkness before you can see where the lines end.

Funny, your "lover" is the one normally the one to receive deliveries en-mass, not the other way around. There is something very unnatural and suspicious going on, your gut tells you, and it is only affirmed by the prickle in your nape. The hint of shady business being done enflames your curiosity.

Never mind that it has only gotten you into trouble so far, a fact that has already been pointed out to you multiple times. Yet is a life in boredom and stagnation a life at all?

Besides, his lack of morality is something you can rub in his face when you find him. High and mighty as he was, he debased you on the very same grounds in the past – he had simply laid out reasons for you to do the same to him.

"Tha' is far too snoopy and greedy fer your own good. Tha' should learn to keep your nose out of other people's business and your fingers out of other people's pockets. Else you shall not be received."