Story Time (Undertaker x Reader)

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(Y/n) felt like she's never been more happy except when she first kissed Undertaker. Perhaps that's why she hummed happily to herself as she swept the floors of the morgue.

"(Y/n), dearie, your mother is going to visit in about an hour. Would you like to change?" Undertaker asked his lover.

(Y/n) smiled excitedly and rushed to change.

Jane walked out from her room that used to be (Y/n)'s, but since (Y/n) now shared a room with Undertaker, Jane got the room. She grinned and chuckled. "Calm down, (Y/n), it's only our mother. She's not the freaking queen of England or anything."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. "Well, I'm sure our mother is way more important than the queen of England. Besides, you know how I feel about her. She sits up on her throne and--"

"And let's others do the dirty work," Jane finished.

A grin made its way to Undertaker's smiling face. "Alright, alright, go change now before you two argue for the remaining hour we have left to prepare," he said.

Jane smiled as (Y/n) ran into her room to change. Undertaker washed his hands and placed a lid on all the opened coffins with a corpse inside.

|time skip|

"(Y/n), get your butt outside! Mom's here!" Jane yelled.

(Y/n) rushed out and jumped at Jane. Undertaker giggled like a madman. (Although, I'm pretty sure he is.) Jane rolled her eyes as the little bell over the door rang. Undertaker sat up straight and grinned. (Y/n) turned and smiled wider than before.

"My dears!" a female voice exclaimed. There, through the door, stood the mother of (Y/n) and Jane who is now a grim reaper. Her yellow-green eyes shone with surprise behind (f/c) spectacles. "It's so good to see you again," she said.

(Y/n) grinned. Undertaker stood and walked beside (Y/n). He gave a bow and greeted her mother.