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Three hours later that vile man returned. With an innocent smile on his lips he eyed the cake and tea I prepared. I avoided his gaze desperately. I fell for his stupid tricks again. He always got me but this time it was different. I needed to talk to him about the things he said. “Un-Undertaker?”, I mumbled and he looked at me with a wide grin. He was enjoying this way too much. “Let's sit down first.”, replied the tall male and placed himself on one of the chairs. Originally he had no chairs. I managed to convince him to buy some though. No, that wasn't important for now. I needed to confront him. I sat down as well

             Shivering and trembling from the icy rain, you pulled your thick coat closer to your body and sneezed for the dozenth time in the last hour. “I swear Sebastian's trying to kill me, or at least get me sick. Out of everyone that could have gone, he had to send me. It's always like this too.” Your words caused a deja vu feeling to take over. For some reason or another, Sebastian seemed to enjoy shoving you into things and making you do tasks you'd rather someone else do. Maybe it was true that you tended to be a bit stubborn and needed to learn how to obey, but it still annoyed you. “The sight of the local tea shop

         “That should be just about everything on the list. I hope I didn't forget anything.” Making your way back from a simple errand, you strolled down the street with a bright smile on your face. Despite the daily morbidity and gruesomeness of your work, you had honestly never been happier than you were tight now. You never would have imagined it, but working for the Undertaker brought a sense of purpose to your life, something that you hadn't had before. This new purpose gave you something to look forward to, which in turn, made you very happy. Being around the Undertaker all the time wasn't exactly a bad thing either. As you

           A comforting, delicious smell filled the air around you, pulling you from your sleep. You knew this smell well. Even without opening your eyes, you knew the Undertaker was wafting a fresh plate of scones under your nose. “I swear those things smell better every morning.” “Aye, I don't doubt that they do love. I still wish you wouldn't be so very picky about what I put in me biscuits though. Now get up, we've got a quest waiting.” The undertaker placed the hot plate on your chest and walked away chuckling quietly. Slowly sitting up, you stretched your arms as high as you could and let out a long, happy sigh

        “Why do I put myself through this kind of torture.” You shook your head and looked up at the large sign on the building. It was crooked, the once black letters faded with age and neglect. “Returning to my kidnapper like a sheep to the slaughter, I must be mental.” “Well now love, people will think that's so if you keep talking to yourself like that.” The Undertaker peered at you from behind the heavy wooden door, his eyes shining brightly. “So, you going to come in? I don't have all day now you know. This is a time sensitive job.” He cracked the door open a bit more and cackled to himse

         It was finally your turn to draw from Grell's purse. You walked up to where he was standing, and placed your hand inside. There were items of all shapes and sizes, but there was one that was very easy to recognize. You lifted your selected item from the purse and held it up. "Who put the bone in the purse? Wait, is this, a cookie, or, a crumpet?" "No, no, my love." The Undertaker walked up to you and snatched the bone from your hand. "It's my biscuit." He bit into it and let out a strange sort of laugh. "They just taste better when they look like this. I have more if you want to try some." He moved behind you and started playing wit

         “God, why does my head hurt so bad.” You tried to rub your sore head, only to realize your arms, and legs were strapped down. “The heck? Why am I in restraints?” Panic and anger set in. Your heart was racing and your breath became rapid. You had no idea where you were or why you were there. You pulled in vain with all your might against the restraints. Finally, feeling you had no other option, you started to scream as loud as you could. After a moment of screaming, you heard a mans voice. “Hello there love. I didn't expect you to wake so early.” The man let out a cackle, one you would be able to r

Today was the day. Your great grandmother would be buried underneath ground within the next three hours or so, but of course... first came the funeral. There was a knock on the door of the guest room that your Aunt let you sleep in for the past couple days. Automatically, you called for the person to come in.Your Aunt entered, a sad smile on her face as she let herself inside of the room. She gave your funeral outfit a once over, as you had done previously that morning in the hopes that your attire was appropriate. Looking at your Aunt, you saw her satisfied grin which instantly put your worries aside. However, a sudden wave of nostalgia wa

You stepped off of the ferry boat and onto the London dock. You’d come all the way from America so that you could attend your great grandmother’s funeral. In all honesty, you hadn't known her that well. You would only come to visit her once every two to three years, however, now was your final visit. It made you sad to think of never seeing her again. She was always nice and would offer you peppermints every time that you came. Your great grandmother was the type of person that would always remain in your memory for her kindness and faith. --Time Skip-- You arrived at a funeral home, the sign reading "Undertaker". You were kind