NikkiLazy97
(This is a crackship between the Undertaker from Black Butler and Henry's mom from Horrid Henry)
The Henry house was nothing if not... messy. Mornings full of spilled cereal, slammed doors, and constant shouts of "Don't be horrid, Henry!" Mums fussed over laundry, silly fights erupted over toys, and Perfect Peter tried, again and again, to stay perfect.
But that was before the knock at twilight.
A tall stranger in a black coat and a tipped top‑hat appears at the doorstep. Pale skin. Calm smile. Eyes that seem too ancient to belong to the living. He calls himself the Undertaker, and says he might offer services to "very ordinary households."
Mum stares. Henry's grin vanishes. Peter clutches his teddy, Bobo. The house goes too quiet.
What follows isn't a typical schoolyard prank or one of Henry's chaotic schemes. It's far stranger. Coffin‑shop shadows brushing against the wallpaper. Whispered footsteps down empty hallways. Midnight visitors who never leave.
As gothic secrets seep into their cosy home, the ordinary collides with the unearthly. Henry smells opportunity (pranks, chaos, you know him). Peter just wants to hide under blankets. Mum isn't sure whether to faint, fight or call for help.
And the Undertaker? He offers silent smiles, polite patience, and promises that life, and death, are more complicated than any bedtime story.
Curiosity, fear, and reluctant fascination spiral together. Because sometimes, the weirdest visits turn out to be the most life‑changing...