((AN: CREDIT TO JESSIE WHO ROLEPLAYED THIS OUT.))
It seemed like a pretty ordinary day to Undertaker, a new body here and there. A new arrival of bodies just freshly came in empty coffins, waiting to be prettied up. He wandered over to his water dish, dipping his hands in the water and humming to himself.
"Tanoshi, Tanoshi." He giggled creepily as he opened up a coffin, examining the corpse in front of him. "Perhaps I could accentuate the wounds with pink dye, like the petals of a lovely flower! Ooooh! What a lovely idea. Heehee! They'll never notice!"
He soon went to another, opening the lid and eying the next. "Oooh this one would look lovely in that pink dress." He snickered, a bit of drool going down his face. His job was so amusing.
His hidden eyes then looked upwards. There was one left to be open. He went to it, boots thumping against the floor. His mind wandered elsewhere as he opened the lid. He paused however, his body frozen on the spot. His mouth slightly opening.
What he found was a surprise, A young female was laying in the coffin, eyes closed. She appeared no older then eighteen. Her white hair appearing dirty and deprived of cleaning. She was small, no taller then five feet.
The most startling thing was however, was that she was different from the corpses. She was laying on her side, her arm under her cheek as a makeshift pillow. Her chest raised and fell with her breaths. This woman was alive. Or appeared to be.
"Oh my~...This is certainly different." He said in a rather quiet voice, continuing to stare at the surprise bundle. This was going to be an odd day indeed. He could feel it in his bones.
Softly, he reached and stroked her cheek with a clawed hand, making sure she wasn't something else.
Suddenly, The young girl quickly stirred, making no sound. Her eyes opened, revealing glazed purple optics. She turned her head slowly, eyes following Undertaker's arm to his face. She blinked, focusing her vision.
He looked curious. And he was also shocked. This had never happened before in his shop. His mouth was open into an "o". This was entirely a first..."When did you get here, little one?" he asked, looking her over. She seemed uninjured. But was extremely thin. Perhaps in the verge of starvation...
She just stared at him, before tensing up and slowly scooting back. Her eyes still appeared glazed, like she had no clear thought. Her mouth didn't move. And it appeared she had no clear Understanding of his words.
Undertaker sat there for a bit, his mind wondering. There was a woman in his coffin. Alive, and appeared frightened and confused. And seemed to have no clear idea of what was going on around her. Getting an idea, he went off to the kitchen. He soon returned with his jar of biscuits.
The woman watched him with dark eyes, looking curiously at the jar of biscuits. She never saw cookies before. And they were oddly shaped. She wasn't aware they were edible. She showed no sign of trust. She looked like a frightened cat.
He then pulled one out, sniffing it audibly from side to side, before biting into it. He was demonstrating to her it was food. He then grabbed another, offering it to her. He wasn't being threatening either.
She looked even more curious now. Her stomach soon gave a loud growl. She reached out, gently taking the odd cookie. She gave him one last look before biting it with a loud crunch, copying him. She seemed to enjoy the taste as she was gobbling it.
He nodded, giving her a smile and offering another. He could tell she was hungry. But now he had more pressing things to think about. What if this woman was missing from families? Would he really report her appearance to the Scotland yard?
She quickly took it, nibbling away. She was starving it seemed. "...Ah." She mumbled out, already finished eating the second. So it seemed she wasn't a mute, but just didn't know how to form words.
He seemed a bit curious now. The woman seemed capable of learning. She seemed more scared then anything. He then stood up slowly and nodded, gesturing for her to follow. He had some proper food in the kitchen.
She slowly stood up, being rather stiff about it. She stepped out of the coffin, her bare dirty feet touching the floor. Her clothing was extremely dirty and tearing. As he led her into the back, he began to think ahead, knowing he would possibly teach her a few things, then debate on turning her in to Scotland yard.
But judging from her mind, there was some psychological damage. Her eyes showed her soul was tainted. Perhaps something so traumatic happened to change her entirely for life. Perhaps she had been taken in and abused. He would need to be careful with her. And be careful with his words, anything could had set her off. He didn't know if she was a violent person, or a quiet frightened one. He would learn with time.
"Might as well teach ya what I know, little one." He said, ruffling her hair as he walked by her side. She stared at him, her glazed purple eyes reflecting him. She had no idea what the ruffling of her hair meant. She let out a soft sound, following him into the back. Undertaker's arm on her back.
Little did they know, this was the start of something very unlikely. Impossible. The events would soon fall into place.