(Your POV)

I should have known I was doomed from the moment I stepped into that dark cold shop, hearing the door close behind me.

I should have run.

I should have never come back.

I should have.

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The shop was dusty, dark and gloomy.

Not much light shone into it.

Coffins lined the walls and my breath hitched as I felt two cold clammy hands on my shoulders, feeling warm breath on my neck.

I tensed up, trying not to scream as I turned quickly to face the person.

It was a man, seemingly as old as I, wearing a tall dark hat, long ghostly white bangs and long dark fingers nails.

He had a long scar running across his face.

"H-Hello.... are you Undertaker?" I asked, my voice shaking not quite as much as my body.

The man grinned, placing his fingertips together thoughtfully.

"Why yes I am. You must be my new assistant. The last one needed replacing."

"What happened to them?" I asked, curiously as Undertaker started to circle me, like a vulture...

"Died three years ago." He said plainly.

I gulped, my eyes wide.

"But I'm sure that won't happen to you..."

"Yet."

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(Undertaker's POV)

After the years (Y/N) has worked here, I've gotten quit close to her.

She's different, special.

She doesn't mind the corpses nor me.

At first she did however...

But now she's changed.

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(Your POV)

"Um, Undertaker?"

We were both fixing the last finishing touches on the latest body.

My work was almost done today and I would be able to retire to my room.

"Yes dearie?" Undertaker asked, brushing his cold hand with mine as he fixed something I'd done.

"I've been meaning to tell you something."

"Pray do tell." He said slowly, inching closer to me.

"I've gotten enough money now to work somewhere else. Thanks.. so much for letting me stay here and paying me. Now I can pursue my dream to go on stag-"

"What?" Undertaker stood stock still, his long nailed fingers next to mine, deathly white.

"I'm leaving."

"After all the things I've given you? You're going to just leave me?"

"Well... yes I mean this was a small job just to get enough money to go to acting classes."

"Was that all it was?" Undertaker stood up straight, swiping his long bangs aside, showing intensely green eyes, seemingly looking right through my very soul.

I staggered back, getting highly leery of his actions.

A long white hand stretched forwards, grasping my wrist in a vice-like grip.

I gasped, trying to pull away.

"Undertaker! Stop it! I thought you'd understand!"

"No, I don't, why would you try to leave me?" He muttered, pressing his forehead to mine, roping an arm around my waist, drawing me closer.

"Let me go! I'm leaving!" I protested, trying to punch him.

He grabbed my hand, leaning close to me.

"I won't let you leave me."

Undertaker pulled my wrists behind my back, pulling me along to my room, throwing me onto the bed and locking the door behind me.

"Undert-" My mouth was silenced by him slipping something into his mouth before pressing his cold lips to mine, holding my shoulders down as a small slippery pill slid down my throat.

My eyes widened and I coughed when he broke away, gagging.

"W-What did you give me?" I asked, clinging to his shirt as my vision slowly grew hazy.

"Don't worry, you'll wake up in a better place."

I felt him hug me close, kissing my neck as I blacked out, slumping into him.

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I held (Y/N)'s beautiful corpse.

Yes... devoid of life...

Yet so unconditionally beautiful.

All mine.

Every bone.

I placed roses around her neck, fixing her (H/C) hair, kissing her lips, pale as the moon.

"Let's put some color to those lips." I murmured, putting some power on her lips, coloring them red as blood.

"Now, you can never protest, never run away, never leave me. My perfect (Y/N)."

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Authors Note: -coughs- Yeah.... Reader-chan died.....

I'm sorry.

It was kinda necessary since he's the Undertaker...

I don't do this much.

Nerophilia is: [attraction toward corpses.]

So.. yup :)

Thanks for reading xD

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