Next chapter! Thank you for reviewing, GeekyGothGal and Arisa. I am a Doctor Who fan, Arisa. For your consideration you get... umm... Claude, because he follows my sister around and it annoys me. My sister is the female version of Alois and I was stupid enough to show her Kuroshitsuji II. Back to the story!

His shop was pretty decrepit but it looked so cool! I mean, his sign had a skull on it and when you got inside it was just as creepy. Coffins everywhere! Maybe he'll let me sleep in one of those beauties.

"Woah..." I have to admit, this place is admirable! I reached into a casket nearby to feel the dark velvet lining. So soft...

"Do you like my coffins? They're quite lovely, ne?"

"Can I sleep in one? They're simply fantastic! Such intricate symbols etched throughout the majestic cedar... soft velvet linings... such deep, dark colors. What's not to like? They are absolutely amazing!"

"You think so? Really?" I nodded feverently. I was awestruck by their magnificence.

"Well, it's nice to know someone appreciates my work."

"You made these?" I asked, disbelieving for a moment. He appears to have many talents, though I'll bet most go unnoticed. Poor Undertaker! He chuckled lightly at my question, responding with a "Why yes, I made each one, m'dear."

"Does that mean I can sleep in one, please Undertaker? Pleeeeease?"

"Everyone else seems to prefer a bed, but I'm glad you want to sleep in a coffin made by my humble self. They will all be at least a bit too big for you, you're so small. Perhaps I could fit you for a coffin sometime? I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him, shouting "Oh yes, yes please! That would be the greatest! Thank you ever so very much, Undertaker! What's the payment? I'll do anything!"

"The form of payment I request isn't tangible, but something much better than the Queen's coins. All I ask for is prime laughter."

Well... I have the funniest idea in my head, But I would have to do it midday, at the big town nearby.

"Sleep first." If I could see his eyes I would've realized he was contemplating the situation.

"Okay, milady Maggie."

"Which coffin do I get to sleep in?"

He led my to a casket laying on a table. But... one small problem. The table was too high. I would need a stool or something to get up, but I couldn't find one.

"I can't reach." I said bluntly.

"Hehe, you're so short!" He then picked me up and set me in the coffin he picked out. I took off and set aside my shoes, laying down to get more comfortable. Undertaker couldn't keep his laughter to himself and burst into giggles.

"What's so funny!?"

"You're so girly and the coffin's so creepy! What a contrast!"He continued giggling.

"Not sure how to take that." With that, I turned around and went to sleep.

Nightmare

As I entered the house, my smile evaporated and I hoped he had passed out already, so he wouldn't notice me. His torment was always painful, but I came home too late to prepare dinner, having lost track of time in the library again. No luck. He was sitting on the couch tossing a half-empty bottle between his hands.

"Why were you out so late, Magdalene? Were you off loving some boy silly? You're a slutty whore, just like that crazy momma of yours. I can put you in the loony bin as well. Obviously, anyone in their right mind would've been home in time to make dinner!" At this point, he threw the bottle at me, phantom pain reminding me of how much it hurt.

"Are you trying to starve me to death, after all I've done for you!? You think frills for your fancy dresses are cheap!?" He screamed at me, not mentioning how I make all my dresses myself.

"It's my money that buys the food and pays for this house, ain't it!? If you don't behave, I'll ship you off to the funny farm, too!" With that, he started undoing his belt.

"No daddy, please no! I'll be good, I promise!" But my cries were in vain. He turned me around and pushed me up against the wall. The whipping was about to start. He raised his belt high, only to bring it whistling down at me, as fast as-

End Nightmare

"Aaaahh!" I screamed loudly as I woke from the nightmare, Undertaker rushing in.

"Are you hurt?"

"No, it was just a nightmare."

"That doesn't mean you're not hurt." I finally took notice in what he was holding. A proper Scythe like the Grim Reaper does in the faerie tales. It was fancier than most pictures, though, with bones decorating the hilt. It looked like it could do some serious damage, too.

"Where did you get that?" I asked, in awe again, though the coffin he's going to make me is a lot cooler.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you where I got it, and there are no others." But it's so cool!

"It looks like the one the Grim Reaper has in the stories."

"So it does. Of course you would read of things like that."

"I read about everything! Or at least, every fantasy. I've even tried to write some."

"Oh? Is it any good?"

"Well, I like my writing." I started to get hungry, being the type of person who has breakfast first thing in the morning.

"What's for breakfast?" He looked dumbfounded for once, his smile disappearing.

"Uh... Let's see." I search through his cupboards, but I only found a tin of bone-shaped cookies.

"Why haven't you got anything but biscuits?" I mean, who lives off biscuits? He seemed a bit offended.

"I like them. They are delicious if you only give them a chance, but we can go get some different food if you like." He said 'different' like a neurotypical would say 'demon'. I can imagine the stares I would get if I went into our small town with him already, and it's not like he will let me stay in his coffin forever. If we go into the big city nearby, I can give him his laugh and get breakfast! I explained this to him and he complied. I'm excited because my plan will make me laugh as well.

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