Wilted Roses (Undertaker x Reader)

Chapter One

You blow warm air into your freezing, shaking hands as you travel down the chilly streets of England.
Your father and mother were abusive towards you... You couldn't take it anymore. You were going mad, and almost took your own life.
So you ran away here.
To England.
You've always wanted to live here as a child, 15 years ago when you were just 2...
You listen to the snow crunch under your boots, yout mind wandering further into your past.
The grey skies added to yout sadness and despair, warm tears rolling down your cheeks.
You look for a place to stay, or at least stand in until you warm up again.
You shuffle to the nearest building, teeth chattering and your desperate demeanor taking me over.
You open and close the door swiftly, sighing.
You turn around, looking throughout the shop...
Or so you thought.
The place was dim and dark, gloomy you must say.
There were jars of organs on the dusty shelved and an anatomy skeleton dummy.
There were also a plethora of coffins as well.
One of the coffin lids started to move so you snapped your head over and saw the lid slowly and eerily sliding over.
Inside was a man, his hair is silver, long and flowy.
He has a weird hat and his eyes are covered.
He also has a black robe and very long, black nails.
"Ello Miss, are you here to be fitted for a coffin today?" He said with an accent that added to his rather uncanny appearance.
"I might be, if it gets anymore cold."
You chuckled.
He noticed you were only wearing raggedy overalls and an overcoat.
"You might just croak wearing clothing like that!" He laughed hysterically.
You giggled.
He clambered out of the coffin, sitting at the front desk and grabbing a bone-shaped cookie from a jar.
"Well you see, I ran off from home and am in need of some hospitality- just until I can get my own job of course!" You explain anxiously.
He swallowed the cookie and grinned at me.
"Well I can offer you a job but in exchange,"
He rose up from his chair, walking towards me.
"You need to make me laugh."
He said in a bubbly tone, stopping right in front of me.
You thought for a moment.
And more moments.
And more.
The man waited patiently, a grin resting upon his pale face.
"Even people who are good for nothing have the capacity to bring a smile to your face,"
You start.
He frowned a bit,ready to interrupt.
"For instance, when you push them down the stairs."
You smile childishly, laughing in the process.
A few seconds pass and the man's howling with laughter.
You smile more as he leans on the counter to catch his breath.
"Alright, you get the job and a place to stay." He giggles at the end of his sentence.
"Can you stomach dead bodies and such?" He asks, organizing the jars of organs on the shelves.
"Yessir!" You reply crossing my arms and smiling.
"Good," He replied
"Wouldn't want chunder all over me corpses now would we?" He chortled.
"Oh, I forgot to ask your name?" You probed.
"Just call me Undertaker." He sing-songed, inspecting the coffins.
"Well, my name is (Y/n)." I smile happily.
The clock chimes, indicating that it's 2 in the afternoon.
"Let's get you some new clothes, ey Miss?" Undertaker asks.
You nod your head eagerly and both you and Undertaker head to a shop.
You saw a black dress with fluffly ruffled sleeves and skirt, it had a corset along with it as well, and the neck of the dress was tight with a little black bow on it.
You check the process and it was well over the process you hoped it would be, but Undertaker noticed your interest in the enticing dress, and picked it off the rack.
"I see this lovely thing caught your eye." He grins devilishly.
You shake your your head, putting your hands up.
"No no, it's way too costly!" You utter.
"It ain't much, sweets." He inclines, walking to the counter and paying for the dress.
Your face goes red with embarrassment as he hands you the dress.
"T-thank you..." You look down, clutching onto the dress and walking out the door.
As you and him are walking, the snow crunching under your boots and the cold, chilly air causing you to shiver a bit, you smile to yourself and hug the dress dearly.
"This is the first time someone's ever bought me a dress." You admit sheepishly.
He looks at you, or al least you think he does, you don't know for certain since his eyes are covered.
"It's a mighty fine dress as well, it'll look absolutely fetching on you if I do say so myself!" He grins.
You smile and thank him again, entering the shop.
He shows you to a spare room, warning you that it may be a little untidy.
That was an understatement.
You spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning the room, taking your mind off of things.
At 6 in the afternoon, you're finally finished, fixing the bed sheets and eventually curling up in bed with the dress cradled in your arms.
Not even a minute after you lay down, you hear Undertaker call your name from downstairs.
"(Y/n)!! We have a customer!!" He sing singer eerily.
You quickly undressed yourself and put the black dress on instead, heading out the the shop.
Undertaker is humming a melody to himself as he inspects a corpse.
You stand next to him, waiting for him to tell you what to do.
"Get me a couple jars will ya sweets?" He asks.
You nod and wander around the ship a bit before actually finding empty jars, walking back to Undertaker and supply him with the jars.
He then performs an autopsy, and you watch, trying to understand what he is doing.
"Ah so that's how this fellow met his demise." The Undertaker muses aloud.
"So how did he die?" You probe,
"Ingested Ricin. Once you eat it ypu only have a few hours to live. Man must've been hungry."
You look at the mortal remains of the man and see a shimmer...
You reach into the man's intestinal region and grab hold of a coin.
"What in the bloody hell?" You exclaim, wiping the blood off the coin.
You reach back into the corpse and find more coins.
"Bloke must have been a peculiar one to swallow 20 pounds of coins." You look at Undertaker,
"What the hell am I supposed to do with these?"
You started to get annoyed, like something wasn't right about this corpse.
"Toss them." He chuckled, not looking at you and instead putting the organs into the jars he requested.
You put the coins in a cardboard box and toss them into the garbage, quickly walking back to Undertaker's side.
You felt uneasy, like someone was watching.
Undertaker seemed to notice your mood and quickly closed the coffin and wiped his hands on a piece of cloth, standing up from his seat and walking to the back.
"Let's get some rest. We'll work more tomorrow. Already 10 PM."
He hands you a cloth as well and you clean your hands with it, nodding and following him to the rooms.
You go inside your room, wishing Undertaker a good night and flopping down onto the bed.
A wave of sadness hits you as you realized you probably didn't help the Undertaker at all today...
You were as useless as you were to your own parents...
Your mind went blank for a while.
Maybe even hours.
You had no idea.
You didn't want to be a burden, he had a lot of work to be done and you're only in the way.
You search around the room for a knife of some sort or maybe even a gun.
Instead you find a rope.
You tie a flimsy noose and attach it to the top of the closet,
You tighten the noose around your neck, climbing up on a stool and jumping.
Everything is blurry.
Your head feels like it's going to pop.
And then...
Bliss.
Everything is dark and you feel light.