Giggling the young boy walked into the dark shop filled with coffins, multiple skulls and skeletons and cabinets filled with books about the human body. He tripped a few times, but got to the one he was looking for without any bruises or scratches.
"Mister Undertaker, mister Undertaker," the young boy cooed as he wrapped his small arms around the elder's leg. "Mister Undertaker, I missed you, I weally did!" He giggled again while nuzzling his face into the back of his knee. He visited Undertaker every once in a week, around the same time William brought him there.
"Hello, Ronald," the elder responded to the little boy clinging to his leg. He slowly kneeled down, wrapped his arms around the boy and lifted him. "Let me guess… You came to get a cookie?" He asked, teasing him a little. "Yes, I did! I like your cookies best," He answered as he slowly lifted Undertaker's fringe. "But I also came to see you, mister Undertaker, because I love you a lot," Ronald added. He needed both of his small hands to keep Undertaker's fringe above his eyes, though he thought it was worth the effort as he loved Undertaker's eyes as much as he loved the man himself.
Undertaker chuckled softly. "I feel flattered having such a lovely boy loving me," he said smiling as he walked towards the cookie jar and took a cookie. "Here you are," Undertaker said, holding the bone-shaped cookie just a few inches from Ronald's reach. The toddler pouted, reaching out for the cookie and sighing as he noticed there wouldn't be a way he could reach it. "Mister Undertaker, you're a meanie," he muttered. Undertaker chuckled again and handed Ronald his beloved cookie. He immediately smiled and took small bites from it. Even though he ate slowly his cheeks ended up being filled with crumbs.
"Didn't they teach you how to eat properly, Ronald?" Undertaker asked. "Did I make a mess? Do I have to clean, mister Undertaker?"Ronald asked as he tilted his head slightly to the left. "No, no, you won't need to clean, but your cheeks…" The elder chuckled and removed the crumbs from the boy's cheeks. "…Mister Undertaker, could you please call me Wonnie, instead of Wonald? William always calls me Wonald and I don't like him. I don't want to think about him when I'm having fun with you, mister Undertaker," he said. Undertaker smiled and nodded slowly. "Fine then. I'll call you Ronnie from now on." He carefully put Ronald down, who was still enjoying his cookie, and sat down on one of the coffins.
As soon as Ronald finished his cookie he walked to Undertaker and lifted his cloak. "Ronald, what are you doing?" Undertaker asked, chuckling and wondering what the boy's plans were. "Close your eyes," he chimed. The elder lifted an eyebrow but closed his eyes anyway. He didn't think the youngster would do anything obscene. Ronald giggled and hid underneath Undertaker's cloak. "I hid myself and you have to find me, mister Undertaker. It's very difficult!" He continued to giggle, which made it even more obvious where he was than it already was. Undertaker shook his head and stood up. He walked forward very careful, just to make sure he wouldn't hurt the one underneath his cloak. Ronald seemed to be unable to stop giggling and because of his continuing laughter he tripped and fell. "Oww…" He tried to stand up, but got tangled with the cloak. He started to giggle again as he couldn't escape anymore. "Undertaker, help me," he giggled. "Your dress caught me!" The silver-haired reaper shook his head chuckling and lifted his cloak after kneeling down. "My dress loves catching naughty little boys like you," he smirked and walked his fingers through the little boy's hair.
The door slowly opened and William stood in the doorway. "I hope he has been good, sir," he said. Undertaker smiled and nodded. "He has been lovely, as always," Undertaker responded. William nodded and lifted Ronald who had gotten another cookie from Undertaker. "I'm glad you enjoyed, because this was the last time. He might visit you on his own again, if he wants to," William spoke without any expression. Undertaker's eyes widened and he looked at Ronald. "But he has been here for four years every single day, I really enjoy this little man. Why can't he come anymore?" He asked, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke. He loved being with the little boy, he loved playing with him and everything they always did. Playing hide and seek or tag, games which didn't make sense and even though Ronald always won because he made up his own rules, Undertaker enjoyed it. "Sometimes you just can't have the things you want, Undertaker." William said and left. As soon as William turned around Ronald accidently dropped his cookie. "Mister Undertaker! My cookie," He called, but Undertaker didn't do a thing. He just stood in the doorway, watching William taking Ronald away from him and watching how Ronald started to cry. "Ronnie…"