Chapter two of this cracked up madness is now up!
Disclaimer: Toboso Yana owns everything, I'm just a crazy writer X3
R&R
The rotting corpses of people in the cemetery suddenly rose and walked in the night, but it was what they did that would surprise most humans –or in this case, immortals– who would be there at the moment. They all got together and embraced one being, who by their mumbling words was 'Father'. Said person was just as confused as the redhead that was pushed aside, yelling 'He's mine!' and stomped in disagreement. There were easily forty or fifty zombies hugging the Undertaker, all bloody and broken.
"Excuse me, but can one of you explain how I'm your father?" The now-barely breathing reaper asked to the zombies. His only answer was them grumbling and moaning incoherent words.
"Oh, well~ I guess I'll just go along with you~."
Undertaker was having a great time with his 'kids', teaching them that 'it's bad to eat your own arm' or 'be careful not to fall down a tomb'. Grell had also gotten friendly with the brainless bodies and decided to show them how to accessorize and properly attack unsuspecting humans. After Grell and Undertaker had finished making them 'pretty', some of the dead walked away and exited through the gates, feeling hungry.
"HEY, get back here and finish your sweater, Marion!" Grell shouted out, sitting on a gravestone.
"Aww, they grow up so fast~ –sniff– I'm going to miss them, aren't you darling?" The silver-haired reaper spoke, wiping a fake tear off.
"...Well, yea, they were kinda cute...just apply some moisturizer and powder and voila! They could be confused for Maria Antoinette...if it was the 18th century."
They both watched as their kiddies disappeared in the mist, Undertaker yelling "Daddums will miss you!"
Then they came to an important realization: zombies ate people, and that was not good, not good at all.
"Maybe we should go after them, honey?" Grell suggested, looking at the older reaper's always present grin.
"Hmm...why not? I still have no idea why they're running around~"
Grell stood up from the grave and walked, tilting his witch hat so see the path. All of a sudden the floor sank down on his feet and sucked him in. "Wah!" Undertaker turned to see the cause of the yelp, and saw his little witch waist-down sinking. Then the ground opened and a huge hole formed where the redhead was, falling in consequence.
"DAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." His voice faded out.
"I'm coming for you, pumpkin face!" The Undertaker made a diving pose and jumped inside the gaping orifice in the floor. Falling down, he noticed there was light at the end, and not caring if he broke a few bones (or his skull again) he plummeted down faster.
The reaper hit the bottom floor with great force, next to the ginger's form. Dust rose up and around the two before slowly descending. Undertaker pounced up and called.
"Grell! Are you alright and...that didn't hurt?" He paused to examine his body. Everything was in place. He fell a great distance yet nothing cracked, nothing hurt, and the same was with Grell.
"Yea, I'm fine, but look." He pointed to the cave tunnel ahead.
"Oh. Well isn't that interesting~." Momentarily forgetting that the laws of physics didn't apply, Undertaker stepped forward and inspected the cave. It was indeed an underground cave mouth, humid stalagmites everywhere and bats resting over the ceiling. "Should we go and see if there's a way out?"
"Please, let's." Grell answered, impatient.
Undertaker pranced away, Grell following behind, shivering.
"M'dear, are you cold?"
"Of course I am! It must be ten degrees down here." He crossed his arms for emphasis.
"Well, if you feel cold, why don't you come over here~?" The elder reaper opened his right arm, clasped the other around the waist and continued to walk, shoes splashing against puddles of water.
"Oh, this is better~." Grell said flirtatiously snuggling on the taller man's shoulder.
Undertaker noticed the cave floor wasn't humid or wet anymore; in fact, it didn't look like they were in a cave, but a long hallway now. Confused, he also noticed the hallway lead to a wooden door at the end.
"Since when did the cave turn to an underground facility?" The mortician questioned, his smirk softly fading.
"What do you mean, honey?"
Besides the fact that Grell didn't seem faced by the rapid change in background, the door they were currently in front of was filled with mystery. Hesitating, Undertaker slowly reached for the doorknob and turned it, opening the door. What was inside surprised him, but put a joyful smile to the red reaper.
Opening the door, there was a small room with a wooden table in the center. There were candlesticks over the table and hooked on the wall. Many strange things decorated those walls and metal shelves, some items that were too big or too large sat on the floor or against the wall. And by strange, he refers to many torture devices, including the Iron Maiden, the Rack, the Wheel, various flagellation whips, stakes, screws...
"This is–"
"HEAVEN, BABY!" Grell interrupted gleefully.
He went about his way to observe all the items present in the room, Undertaker standing idly. The reaper grabbed something from a shelf and showed it to the silver-haired man. "Look! Bondage~." What the smaller reaper was holding was steel cuffs, heavily secured and thick. "I'm going to take these with me, and maybe some whips–wink–?"
"No, no, that's not right." Undertaker said. "They're not ours. The owner will miss them, surely. I promise to get some for you later, m'dear~."
"Oh...okay...but you better!" Grell pouted, turning to the door opposite to the one they entered. "We better get going then!"
They continued to walk in the dark hallway, a couple of candles lighting the walls. Undertaker was still wondering how they reached this place and turned his head to see behind them. The hallway disappeared and they were back inside the cave.
"What the... Grell, dear, tell me you noticed this too?" He turned to Grell but the redhead was squirming to a corner pointing at something crawling behind a boulder.
"R-rrat! Disgusting..." The vermin moved closer to the two. "GYAAAAAAAH, KILL IT!"
"Oh, calm down m'dear, it's just a small mous–"
"I DON'T CARE, JUST KILL IT!"
A sigh escaped the elder reaper's lips. The things I do for love...He approached the mouse squeaking and sniffing, and proceeded to stomp it dead.
"Stay still, little mouse. This will be over quickly if you do~."
As he closed in on the mouse, and slowly rose his leg... the mouse looked at him. Eyes flew wide open at its shout.
"GO AWAY! GRAAAAAWR!" The mouse yelled deeply, scaring both reapers bleach white.
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" Grell ran away with all his might after hearing the mouse actually roar. Undertaker wasn't far behind but lost sight of him soon. After stopping to catch his breath, the thought settled in.
A rat roared...?
There're some weeeeird things happening tonight...
Finally, a few more yards of walking ahead, Undertaker found the cave floor elevating and heading to what looked like an opening. Climbing up carefully with his heeled boots, he found a door that looked much like the one before.
"So many strange things tonight...funky rat..." Undertaker mumbled, opening the door.
On the other side was the entrance of the Phantomhive household. Stupefied, he stepped out and heard a familiar voice yell out.
"There you are! I've been looking for you." The ginger exclaimed, looking a tad bit angry.
"Well, you ran like a cheetah here, didn't you~? And...when did you change clothes?" Undertaker wondered outloud.
Grell, who was previously sporting a naughty witch's dress, was now wearing a sexy nurse's outfit, showing off his legs.
"Change? I didn't change anything, darling. You must be seeing things."
Undertaker was most definitely not seeing things. He would remember what his little truffle was wearing previously especially when it was so intricate and stimulating. But whatever wardrobe Grell wore was forgotten when he took a good look at himself.
"WHY AM I WEARING A PRINCESS'S DRESS?" The silver-haired man shouted, shocked.
"Don't ask me, you're the one wearing it. And I must say, pink fits you so well~." Grell cooed.
He had to admit, Undertaker looked good. And he did always want to be a princess.
"...Alright, then, why are we here at the little earl's home?" Undertaker lifted his head and looked at the night sky. It was a very clear night, free of clouds. The stars were all visible and bright. Wait...
'Where's the moon?' he thought curiously. A new moon would be highlighted even more with so many stars, it would make its presence apparent blocking out some strands of light. But the sky showed stars, stars and more stars...
No moon.
The front door opened and the earl with his butler came out.
"Hewwo, Undertaker." Ciel sounded strange and...
He wasn't wearing anything but diapers.
"My lord, please come back insid–"
"OH HELL NO!" Grell broke out.
"Why are YOU a woman and not ME?" He ended.
Indeed, Sebastian was a woman and Ciel was a teenager in diapers.
Undertaker expected them to be, of course, different too...
But THAT was too different.
Yup, things are getting weird, erm, weirder.
Its official, I'm writing crack.
~Cookies