Here are the final two chapters.. Yoko and me decided to be responsible after so long and finish this story after all! Enjoy!
Part Four
The sound of the dirt being piled on top eventually subsided, or became too encompassed to hear it anymore. William tried to lift the lid off when the undertaker just started, but the bastard was standing on top of it. Now, with all the many pounds of dirt settling on top of the coffin, all his attempts to open his tight-fitted cage was not only futile, it lessened the oxygen in the coffin that much quicker and the minute noxious gasses consisting of arsenic, nitrogen, formaldehyde, mercury and several other putrefaction gasses that resided in the dirt. While shinigami didn't necessarily need to breathe, the toxins that were becoming more prevalent every minute of William's entrapment could easily cause him to have complications.
"Damn, I'm starting to get a really annoying headache...better find a way out of this; Think, William!" He thought of possible methods of escape, even the more irrational ones like clawing his way out, though he knew with the craftsmanship put into this coffin by the Undertaker, he'd probably be more likely to scrape his fingers off than make a visible scratch on the hard, lacquered wood. William then tried to kick the coffin lacking in any other bright ideas, but was somewhat disappointed that he couldn't produce enough force with the lid just inches from his body.
With the volatile fumes seeping into the pores of William's skin, he was increasingly feeling vertigo, ears ringing severely and very lethargic; his thoughts became more muddled as time passed and struggled just to stay conscious. As a last attempt, he managed to bring his leg up to his chest with much effort and tried to force the lid open, hoping the dirt on top would give way, but instead, just wound up getting stuck and had to put in a lot of effort to get it into its' former, more comfortable position. At this point, the strain put on William's body became too intense, and being unable to tell from the pitch blackness of his prison from his mind shutting down, quickly fell unconscious.
William slowly opened his eyes, luckily his glasses were still affixed to his head, else he wouldn't be able to survey his surroundings, not that it did him any good; there was an unbelievably bright light shining directly on his face. He squinted and looked around, it appeared to be a sterile medical lab, but the equipment was nothing like he'd ever seen before: there were strange machines with bright colorful lights, and medical monitors, not to mention the walls were stainless steel, though for some reason there were mismatched and colorful party streamers along the walls as well.
He groaned. "How long was I unconscious for...?" he thought to himself; he tried to move, but realized that, except for his head, he was strapped down to the table. He struggled to break free from his bonds, but found his attempts to be futile. He turned his head as best as he could to see his predicament, and was appalled to realize that all of his clothes were gone! "Is the Undertaker behind this as well?" he wondered to himself.
He heard several footsteps just behind him, though they didn't sound normal, more like they were shuffling and staggering toward him. William tried to turn around, but couldn't get a good enough look. "Who's there!" he demanded; the only reply received was a stiffened moan. This was no good, he had to wait for them to come into clear view, but then what? "No scythe, no clothes, completely bound, I might be in real trouble. let's hope they're friendly..." He thought to himself as he spoke to the direction of the sound.
"Excuse me, but is there a chance one of you can-" His question was cut short as he saw the party of 3 come into his view, and was slightly repulsed to see they were walking corpses dressed in nurses' clothing. But given his recent encounter with the Undertaker, he wasn't that appalled. They took notice of William and faced his way, then proceeded to probe him with their hands, particularly on his most sensitive regions; the smell and feel of decaying flesh on his skin and staring at their faces with their mouths grotesquely agape and their eyes clouded over, staring into nothingness, disturbed him so much that it felt as if it was his own skin that had worms crawling under it.
He tried to resist getting an erection from the corpses touching his tralalala, this was simply continued for about two minutes though for William, it felt like 2 hours; then suddenly, a section in the wall to his left (which apparently was a door) opened to reveal his co-worker, Grell, whom was in very provocative women's lingerie and Undertaker, whom had some sort of mobile lab tray he was using as a tea cart with a 3-tier cake and a fancy tea set on it.
"Happy Un-birthday, William~!" they both exclaimed in unison. Undertaker poured a cup of tea and placed it on William's head. "See? it really is flat, I told you so~ heeheehee" Undertaker poked at Grell teasingly that he knew something he didn't and proceeded to slice up the cake.
"Naughty Will, you were having fun without me~? how shameful~ but you haven't perked up so I GUESS I can forgive you~" he said while he crawled on top of William and purred like a kitten. This was the point of no return; his dingdingdong shot right up.
"Don't tell me you were conspiring with that guy, Sutcliffe, these walking dead are clearly his doing!" William exclaimed to Grell, whom just giggled like a harlot saying "Oh no, Will, you have the wrong idea~ I asked him to do this for me since he had such a wonderful ship that flies in space, I thought it would be the most romantic thing ever~" William thought that it was the most ludicrous thing he's ever heard, and this was coming out of his wildly infatuated subordinate who has said some pretty ridiculous things in the past.
Seeing the doubtful and irritated look on her hubby's face, Grell got up and pressed a button that revealed a shielded window that opened, showing that they were passing by the moon at that moment.
"See? Isn't this the best, most romantic thing ever?" he asked spinning around and dancing happily, twirling his hair around his finger and attempting to look at William innocently as a blushing maiden would. Undertaker, in the meantime, had taken this time to put cake on William's chest, just out of reach from his mouth; he thought for a moment and giggling evilly, spread a glob of icing onto Willia'ms penis. and wandered off to munch on his usual bone-shaped cookies and tried to feed them to his dolls.
"Oh, Undertaker, you mischievous man~ " Grell said, smiling and flashing his shark-like teeth. "I'm going to have to be careful not to devour him so quickly now~" he commented to himself as he leaned in close to William's now-existing erection and took a teasing lick of his head looking up to make sure William was watching, and he definitely was.
"Get your willy ready, Will~" giggled the Undertaker commented to him teasingly.
"Here~ I~ coooome~" Grell said as his teeth went down to the base and was about to suck William off, which, with those teeth of his, was going to be excruciatingly painful.