Bone Shorts I (Intro) Undertaker x Reader

Even crying children would offer their souls to him...

Yet when you where a child and you cried in his presence you never once offered your soul to him, nor did he ask for it. Then again, you didn't know what he actually was, no he wasn't human, and you knew that. Never in a million years would you have thought, that your child hood companion for god knows how long... was a Reaper.

But, let us start from the beginning shall we?

It was a clear sunny day it was, the sky was cloudless the day the boat you and your parents lived on for, well, you didn't know how long you where on that boat, but it was long enough that you where happy to be able to stand on the solid ground of London.

You where young at the time, five to seven years young. Your parents where middle class, your mother worked in a factory, while your father worked by making train tracks. Times where hard in (P/Y/M/F) and your parents decided it would be best to move closer to family.

Sacrifices had to be made however, most of the money they have saved was now gone, along with all of your furniture, a few clothing items and all of your toys. What you could take with you was clothing, and a suit case to hold said clothing, nothing more. Your aunt sent some money to help pay for the expensive trip that took you across the sea where you spent your days feeling nauseous from the movement of the boat. Your mother had to take you into your shared room and try and calm you down- many times.

This trip that would change your life cost your parents all they had.

The dock was crowded with civilians who where ether leaving the boat, or boarding it. People would occasionally step on your scruffy old boots, and you would glare at them, not that they noticed; you where still to short to make eye contact with them.

"Oh my, it certainly is chilly isn't it?" Your mother commented as she lifted her bag off the ground. Your father made a noise of agreement as he grabbed for your suit case as well, leaving you with nothing to carry. "Yes it is dear, now, where did you say your sister was going to be waiting for us? I cannot see her in this large crowed!"

"Well she said she would be waiting for us on the edge of the dock." Your mother shielded her eyes from the glare of the sun and stood on the tips of her toes looking over the crowed. "But I don- Oh there she is! Hello (Aunts Name)!" Your mother called out in joy.

From far away you could hear a similar sound of joy and your mothers name being called out. Not long after a woman, who was a bit shorter than your mother approached you all, and you recognized her immediately.

"Well hello dear sister, brother, (Yourname)! Do you remember me hun?" She bent down to your height and gave you a bone crushing hug, to which you tried to come out of, with no luck. "Y-yes I do remember you, your my aunt." You smiled at her and she squealed. "You are so adorable! How are you liking London so far?" The question made your frown at her however, "Well, I was sick on the boat, and I don't have my toys with me, and my friends are not here with me nether." You felt like crying at that moment, you didn't have toys and you didn't have friends...

Giving you a secretive smile your aunt hugged you once more, than released you. "Well don't worry, it will all be worth it in the end! Just you wait." She poked your little nose and stood straight up once more.

You hoped what she said was true, but you had your doubts.

Your father cleared his throat, (he had a habit of doing that) "Well, I'm not sure about you three but I would like to be inside before it rains." You looked up at the sky, how could it rain? The sky was so clear.

Your mother nodded, "That is a good idea. I heard it rains all the time here." Your mother looked at the sky worriedly. You aunt hummed, "Well then I shall take you home then, shouldn't i?" 


It turns out your aunt lived in an old building, she lived on the top floor and she let you are your family live in the bottom. The home was small and slightly cramped, there was a total of three rooms, one that held a kitchen and living room, one room was the bathroom and the last cramped room was your parents bed room, that you shared with them.

You've lived there a few weeks now, you never once left your home. It's not that you didn't want to leave, your parents thought it was dangerous considering you didn't live in a good part of town. So, you spent your time in your parents room, or in the kitchen playing with the toys your aunt managed to find, a stuffed bear and a beat up tin solider. Your parents eventually found jobs, both of them in factories, and they came back home tired. There was no time to converse with them, once they finished with there daily activities they went straight to bed.

Though, sometimes you would go with them to visit other family members who lived around. Your grandparents, your aunt of coarse, and your uncle. These visits where not very fun however, as they always asked you questions that had obvious answers. Your uncle would comment about how much you have grown since he's last seen you, and you would respond with an, "But of coarse uncle, I'm supposed to be bigger, aren't I?" your family members seem to make that comment a lot you've noticed.

Your daily route was to wake up early in the morning, take a bath and get ready for school help your mother make breakfast which consisted of a loaf of bread and a bit of milk. Your mother would walk you to school and at the end of the day your father would pick you up. Then you went home, changed out of your school clothing and help your mother prepare supper, potatoes and bread again?

The days dragged on, and you wished something different would happen. Something exciting, something that could be considered fun and that proves that it was worth loosing everything to come to London.

And something did happen, but it wasn't what you expected, not at all.


You were at the time, tidying up the mess you made in the kitchen that afternoon, you were practically on your hands and knees cleaning the bread crumbs that you carelessly let fall to the ground while helping your mother serve dinner. You huffed as your tried your best to dust it off the floor using nothing but an old rag, 'Hopefully I can get it done so I can play before I go to be-" Your musings were interrupted when you heard someone clear their throat, in a somewhat awkward fashion.

You quickly stood up right on your feet, facing your mother and father. Your (e/c) eyes widened at the sight of your distraught mother who was currently weeping in a handkerchief, and your father who had an unpleasant expression slapped onto his face.

You were about to be given some unpleasant news.

"(Yourname)" Your father spoke in a soft voice, "I'm sorry to give you this most unfortunate news, but ... your grandfather, he passed away." Your father looked uncomfortable for a second, "Will you please go to the bedroom for a few minutes? I must speak with your mother."

Your grandfather has passed, would it be bad, to say you were not surprised? He was an old man after all, your parents have already gave you the talk about how he wasn't going to be here for long. You certainly weren't horribly torn up about it.

You couldn't say the same, for your mother or your aunt who seemed to be the one who informed your parents of grandfathers passing. Your mother's heart seemed to have broken at the news of your grandfathers death, unlike your aunt, who seemed to have been quietly mourning upstairs. As you watched your mother cry you silently wept silently. You couldn't help it. To see someone who was usually strong break down was heart wrenching (at the time you were listening into their conversation like the nosy child you are.)

Your mother nor your aunt was in no shape to make arrangements for your grandfathers funeral. So, instead of herself going to the undertaker's she asked your father to do it for her instead. Your mother was sitting on a chair next to the window, looking at at the busy streets. "L-love, can you please go for me? I-i just don't think I-i can go... to arrange this f-funeral fo-or my father." Your mother wiped her nose as a sob escaped her throat.

Noticing the sour expression on your father's face, you concluded that he did not get along with your grandfather. But for your mother, he accepted the request begrudgingly, and then your mother knowing you were listening into there conversation, asked you a question that you where not expecting.

"Would you be a dear and accompany your father to the undertaker?" Your mother gave you a warm smile, seeming to almost turn into her normal self again."When you both get back, I can make some chocolate for all three of us, then we can go up stairs to visit (Auntsname)."

Though, you know you should have acted in a more somber fashion- your grandfather just passed away, but in a way you where exited to be able to go somewhere else for a change, not only that but your mother was going to make you some chocolate when you came home!

No chocolate from some chocolate house could compare. The answer was quite clear from the start, but you pretended to think for a moment. You then shook your head, yes. "Alright i'll go with father!" Your mother smiled once more, "And dry those tears, you where meant to be happy in this world not sad." Your father shook his head, not seeming pleased at all with what he had to do tomorrow. 

"Well then it's all settled, love, in my father's will he r-reques-sted us to give him a open casket f-funeral, may you please inform the undertaker of t-hat?"


The very next day, you and your father awoke early and set out to the funeral home, it wasn't a short walk like he promised. The old cobble stone streets were empty, it was as if ever living soul decided to stay in. The sky was dark grey, not the vibrant blue color it was when you and your family first came here.

'I hope it's not like this all the time, that would make me sad.' You thought while you continued to follow your father from behind.

Once you and your farther finally made it to the undertaker's, you were taken by surprise.

It honestly wasn't what you expected, dead people used to be alive once, right? If you died you would have wanted to be taken to a nicer place, not a place that looked like it's inhabitants were ghosts!

Surely your grandfather would have picked someplace nicer to be ... ahem, fixed when he died?

You studied the tall windowless building in front of you, a big purple sign read 'Under Taker' was above the door way, on the right side of the building was a old looking coffin and on the left were weathered head stones.

Your father stepped up to the old dark wooden door and knocked. 

The door gave an eerie creak as it slowly opened and your father gave an uneasy sigh, maybe he thought it was scary too."C-come along (YourName) I want to get this over with, so we can go home."

You followed along and entered the parlor, the floor boards seemed to creek every time you took a step and it irked you. Turning your head you inspected the room, though it was quite hard considering there wasn't a source of light anywhere! But from what you could see the room was a decent size, many coffins of all sizes cluttered up the space, you took note that there where no chairs. The walls were bare, except for a few cob webs dangling from the corners, on each side of the room there where old shelves littered with an assortment of strange objects, suspending in blue a tinted liquid. 'Oh my, this place is much scarier on the inside." You felt uneasy, this place was absolutely dreadful.

"Hello?" Your father called out, "I would like to..." He trailed off when a giggle broke the silence.

"Hee hee..."

You shivered, where could that have come from? No one was here except your father and yourself! You suddenly felt the impulse to turn around.

Someone was watching, you could feel it. You looked at your father to see if he felt it too. If he did, he didn't show it.

You wanted so badly to turn around, but what if you see something scary? Hopefully, it was just your imagination and not something frightening. You turned quickly, and your (e/c) eyes where drawn to a coffin, a large coffin that was innocently leaning against the wall. But even as a child, you knew better.

Someone was in that coffin.

You without knowing what it was inside that coffin, were already deadly afraid. You felt your legs shake from underneath you, and you grasped your fathers hand in your own gloved ones to not only to get his attention but to keep yourself from falling. "F-father..." he payed you no heed as he patiently waited for someone to attend him. Your eyes were however still locked on the coffin. To your horror, it slowly started to open.

*CREEEEEK*

Ever so slowly the coffin door was moved to the side, until you could see one yellow-green orb peek out at you, and your heart stopped when a smile stretched out on it's fa-

"Guhu, hee hee, what do we have here~? I wasn't expecting any clients today!" The voice was that of a maniac, it was then as you watched a very tall and pale man walk out of said coffin, that you screamed.

"M-mm-MONSTER!" You yelped out as your father turned around to face the 'monster' while you hid behind him. You clutched the pant leg of your fathers trousers as you heard the 'monster' giggle hysterically, and your face glowed red, 'How dare he laugh at me!'

"(YourName)!" Your father scolded, What a very rude thing to say to someone! Apologize immediately." Your face once again became flushed with blood, but in embarrassment this time. Embarrassment for acting in the most impolite manor, your mother would be most disappointed in you. Your father would never keep something like this from her, he would surely tell her what happened, and as a punishment they will take away your play time privileges, and your mother would refuse to give you any chocolate.

It wasn't fair! That man scared you first! You had the sudden urge to throw a tantrum, but knowing it would not get you anywhere pleasing, you decided it was best to go into hysterics in your bedchamber instead of the parlor of a lunatic.

You slowly let go of your grip on your fathers trouser bottom yet stayed behind him (you where much to embarrassed to stand in front of this man) you shyly peered at the tall man with grey hair from the back of your fathers leg. In the most innocent voice you could muster you uttered out an "I'm sorry for being rude, sir." 

The man cackled, the smile on his face never dropped, "It's quite all right, Well then what brings you two here? Would you like to have a custom coffin made?" He leered at both of you.

Your father shook his head, "No good sir, I would like to make arrangements for a funeral, and any coffin will do." 

"Ehehehe, is that so? And please call me Undertaker, Sir makes me feel old." He cackled once more, and walked towards a basin and dipped his hands into whatever chemical was in it, he had long bony fingers each tipped with long black nails. Once he was done with whatever he was doing, he turned back to you and your father, and you could feel his gaze on you. "Oh child, why on earth are you frowning in such a way?" He asked you the grin widening just a bit, and you looked at where you assumed his eyes where, you faintly wondered if this man was ... distracted.

You shivered in your boots at the thought and didn't answer him, from the corner of your eye you saw your father scowl at you, Undertaker probably saw it too, for he dropped the subject, thankfully. You felt the slightest bit guilty, he probably knows you are afraid of him, but your guilt was soon crushed at the realization that he was the reason you would not be getting chocolate.

You watched as the Undertaker walked back and forth around the room his footsteps were silent, even though he was wearing high heeled buckled boots, the floorboards didn't creek once. Since he was occupied with talking to your father at the moment, you decided it was safe to study him.

Undertaker was a lean man, with very pale skin, as if he not once went out and seen the light of day. He had long hair and a single braid that was laid on right side of his face, his bangs covered his eyes; yet it seemed to not affect his eyesight in the least. He had a gruesome looking scar across his face and neck, in the back of your mind you wondered what could have made such a wound. On top of his head laid an incredibly long, crooked top hat, he was wearing a matching black robe, and a gray scarf, that was strapped across his chest, knotted on the left side of his hip, keeping it in place. Attached to his right hip was a chain holding old lockets. You looked at them curiously. Around his neck he wore brown beaded necklaces.

What a strange way to dress.

"So, my good man, how much is the fee for the preparations for the embalming and the open casket funeral service?" You tuned in just in time to see your father stick his hand in his trouser pocket, to pull out money.

Undertaker shook his head and quickly walked up to your father, until he was face to face with him,"NO! I have no need for the queen's money, I will however, ask for a first-rate laugh." The Undertaker brought his sleeve up to his mouth and snickered into it.

"Oh, a joke?" Your father took a step back, and almost stepped on your foot as he tried to put some distance between himself and Undertaker. Your father cleared his throat, and took a step to the side so he was no longer in front of you, leaving you helpless and vulnerable. "Well, i'm not very good at making jokes, but i'll give it a shot." Undertaker clapped his hands, "Let's hear it shall we?"

"Alright then, What did the fisherman say to the card magician?" Your father asked, "I'm not sure, what did he say?" Undertaker giggled, "Pick a cod any cod!"

Badum dash

The corner of Undertaker's lips twitched, but he didn't laugh. You almost started to laugh at how awful  your father's joke was. "Good try, that was funny, but not side-splitting funny." Undertaker tittered, then turned to look at you, an almost wicked smile spreading across his lips, he flashed towards you and bent down so his face was leveled with yours, you blushed at how close this man was to you and, like your father you took a step back. 

"How about you child? Can you give me a first-rate laugh?" You gulped and looked up towards your father, asking for help. "Give it a try (YourName)." Your father spoke. 'Oh many thanks father.' You thought glumly. 

Undertaker looked at you expectedly, "Um... why did the chicken cross the road?" You finally managed to stutter out, Undertaker smiled wider, "I don't know, why did the chicken decide to cross the road?" He questioned, "To get to the other side." You finally finished, in a speak, and stared at the man, expecting a reaction.

Undertaker quickly straightened up, and it was silent for a few minutes, until you heard a rumbling sound that seemed to be coming from within the Undertaker himself.

"...guhu..he..ehehehebwAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHA!" The man suddenly burst out laughing, scaring your father and yourself witless in the process. Undertaker fell to his knees while holding his midsection, as he laughed hysterically. You could have sworn you even felt the shop shake from beneath the soles of your boots.

"BWAHEHAHEHAHAHAAHA.. Guhuhu..." Once he finally quieted down the Undertaker rose to his feet and wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeve."How splendid! Wonderful first-rate laugh child." He smiled down at you, and (for a reason unknown to you) you smiled back, a tiny smile, but a smile non the less. "That's it child, smile, a world without laughter would be sad after all." He tapped his chin with his fingernail.

"Now, please take a seat Mr.(Lastname) you too child, we aren't done making preparations yet!" Undertaker seemed to glide as he made his way to sit on the coffin. Your father and yourself sat on the coffin opposite of him. You needed a bit of help getting up, so your father lifted you up and placed you on the coffin lid, your feet dangled at the sides. 

You watched as Undertaker pulled an old journal out of his sleeve, and began to scribble a few things, "My guest will be an elderly gentleman, and will have a open casket funeral, the casket will have (color) material on the inside, is that correct?" He asked your father, the smile never dropping from his face, you began to wonder if the strange man ever frowned, You also wondered if he has any family. Where they like him? Always smiling, incredibly pale, wearing dark clothing, and having long black nails?

"Child...child! Hello hehehe?" The Undertaker was now standing in front of you once more, waving his bony hand in your face, in his arms (that where now covered once more with his long sleeves) was an urn, filled to the brim with something, that was shaped like bones.

"Huh?" You looked up at him, and did a double take, you almost giggled at the sight; The Undertaker had a bone dangling from the side of his mouth he had a curious expression on his face, in a way, he looked like a pup.

You covered your mouth with a gloved hand, trying your best to keep the giggles in. "Pfft...he...hehe...haha.."

"Eh? What are you giggling at child?" The Undertaker looked confused, then, your laughter must have gotten to him, because he too started to giggle along with you.

"Hehehehahaha..." He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, once you both stopped laughing. your father was looking at both of you, as if you where crazy. "Child, I was asking you, if you wanted to try one of my biscuits!" Undertaker happily chewed on his bone shaped biscuit as he studied your reaction from under his bangs.

You cocked your head to the side, so those where biscuits, and not bones! Funny, they looked so realistic, you honestly wouldn't be surprised if this man ate bones in secret!

"Um," You looked at your father, asking silently for permission. You father cleared his throat, "What are those biscuits made out of?" He wasn't going to let you have one, that's for sure.

The Undertaker smiled a smile, that held secrets, he snickered as he took a bone biscuit and snapped it between his teeth and fingers, "Oh, my biscuits are made out of flour... salt, a secret ingredient." He smiled wide and finished his snack, closing the urn.  

Your father shook his head, "No, (Yourname) your mother said she would be making you something, if you eat now, you won't eat when you get back home." Your father gave you a small apologetic smile, and Undertaker's smile seemed to have shrunken, but this went unnoticed by both of you.

"Well you look at the time!" Your father looked at his watch that he kept under his coat. "We really must be going now, thank you very much for your services." 

Undertaker chuckled, and held himself as he looked like he was about to burst with excitement. "Yes yes, I will make sure he will look beautiful for his special day." Undertaker gave a chilling laugh and you could not help but shiver at it.

"...Well, good day, come along (Yourname)." Your father grabbed your hand and pushed you in front of him. 

"Have a good day Mr.(Lastname)...You too child." Undertaker smiled at you and you could have sworn you saw something shine behind his bangs. "Good bye Undertaker." You smiled back at him, even though you where a bit sad that you had to leave. 

Your father tugged you along and you both left the building, as you walked you heard your father give a sigh and you looked at him questionably. "That man, is something..." Your father said no more as he shook his head and visibly shivered. "Will we see him again father?" You asked, really wanting to know if you could see this strange man again.

Your father glanced down at you disapprovingly, "I'm afraid so." To this you smiled slightly, today was quite different, and strange. 

For once you could break out of that boring route, and where you the only one who noticed how much you spoke? You hardly ever spoke but today you talked with a stranger who you would like to know more about. Strange people need friends too right? Maybe he will be your friend and you could have tea with him. You weren't scared of him anymore, on the contrary you where quite curious.

As you and your father walked home you fantasized about all the ways you and Undertaker could converse, perhaps it will go something like this, Hello Undertaker, how are you today? and he will pat your head with his bony hand and respond, I'm doing well child will you like a biscuit? No thank you Undertaker, but my mother made chocolate, would you like some?

It will go on from there.