Feel It In My Bones
(Undertaker x Reader)
(Author’s Note: This was a request from “JustCre8ive22”. I hope you enjoy it! This is my first Undertaker x Reader…so sorry if he’s OOC [I am not very familiar with his character]. Thanks for reading n_n!)
You glanced around the dreary funeral parlor with a look of skepticism about you. There were cobwebs everywhere, the lights were dim, and coffins were strewn everywhere. None of these things really scared you, though. Actually…nothing scared you. You weren’t overly courageous or so stupid that things didn’t affect you; you just didn’t feel fear like a normal human.
You heard a low creaking sound and turned to see one of the coffins slowly opening. A hand curled its way around the edge of the lid and you saw the shimmer of a golden eye. You arched an eyebrow as someone stuck their head out.
“Greetings!” The person chuckled. It was a man with pale skin and long, silver-gray hair. He exited the coffin and loomed over you in a way that would probably intimidate other visitors. You stared at him blankly.
“Are you the one they call Undertaker?” You asked calmly. The man nodded.
“Yes I am~. And you are?” He began running one of his long, black fingernails up and down the side of your neck. You ignored him and kept talking.
“_____,” you stated your last name briefly. “I want someone dead.”
The Undertaker arched an eyebrow quizzically. He tilted his head, letting his hair topple over his shoulder.
“Usually people come here AFTER someone dies, you know,” he said with an impish grin. “You’re a strange one, aren’t you, Love?”
You gave him a tight smile. “You have no idea.”
The Undertaker cackled maniacally and gripped your wrist in his hand. He pulled you over to an old sofa and plopped you down rather forcefully. You watched as he began brewing some tea over a small stove.
“Tell me more about this person you want dead,” he said. You could tell he was stifling another laughing fit.
“He’s a murderer,” you stated simply. “That’s all you need to know.”
The Undertaker poured two cups of tea. “One lump or two, Love?”
You considered his question for a moment. “Two, please.”
The Undertaker dropped a couple of sugar cubes into your tea and approached you slowly. He handed you the cup and sat down beside you.
“I think I like you~,” he stated cheerfully.
You took a sip of your tea, but grimaced as something hard brushed against your lip. You arched an eyebrow and glanced into your cup to see a bone floating on the surface of the dark brown liquid. You calmly removed it and handed it to the Undertaker. He took it and leaned forwards a bit.
“I think I like you a lot~,” he said with a wide smile. Your faces were mere inches apart. You could feel his cool breath brush against your lips. He tipped his forehead against yours and for the first time you could clearly see his lime green eyes through his long bangs. They held a mischievous glimmer as they met your (eye color) ones. “I think we’re going to get along splendidly. I can feel it in my bones.”
You dared to smile a bit as you saw him twiddling the small bone between his fingers. You nodded.
“I think you might just be right.”