Chapter Four:
Author's note: We will soon start in the TV series and eventually make our way to the Manga. Actually, I'm not quite sure about going through ALL the manga, but I'll cross that road when I get to it. Enjoy~!
When I woke the next morning, I felt stronger.
I attempted to sit up, knocking my head on the lid.
"Geez," I muttered, rubbing my head. "If I'm gonna sleep in a coffin, I need to remind myself that there is a lid."
I shoved the wood off, sitting all the way up, stretching. I felt refreshed. Standing up, I realized I was in the shop alone.
"Undertaker?" I called, looking around.
I cringed. Undertaker's shop wasn't something a normal person would call "organized". Along the wall There were three cabinets, two of which weren't closed all the way. The third had a skull-like lock on it. The counters were littered with trash and loose leaf papers. In the corner, a bookshelf stood, the books on the shelves collecting dust. Some of their spines were either ripped or covered with unknown substances.
Coffins were numerous in the room, some being stacked up by threes, and three were leaned up against the wall. The right was pink, the left was purple, and the middle one was green.
All of this junk, but no Undertaker.
"Good Morning Dearie~!" Undertaker's sudden voice made me yelp in surprise and search frantically for him. It seemed to come out of thin air.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"I'll make you a deal. If you can tidy up my shop, I'll reveal my hiding place." he giggled.
"What!? I have to tidy this hurricane of a mess just to find you?" I asked incredulously. Another snicker pierced the silence.
"That's correct." he said.
I sighed, looking around. My eyes caught the coffins and my first brilliant thought of the day popped up.
I approached the first pink coffin.
"Ha!" I yelled, pulling it opened.
No Undertaker.
"Then he's in the other two." I said to myself. I popped the green one open.
"Gotcha-no I don't." Still no Undertaker.
"I'm not as dumb as I look, Undertaker," I said with a smart grin on my face. I opened the purple one.
No Undertaker.
"Arrggghhh!" I groaned.
Then I checked the other coffins that where stacked in the corner.
SEVEN COFFINS LATER...
"You couldn't have made it easy, could you?" I asked in annoyance. I sighed, seeing that I have no choice but to clean the shop.
I trudged to the counter, sorting the papers and trash into a designated pile.
I threw away the trash, stacking the papers up on the counter. Then I looked at the cabinets. I decided it wasn't a good idea to try to open the cabinet with the lock on it, so I moved the the next one.
I opened it and saw a bunch of jars messily stacked in there. The contents were unknown, but I'm pretty sure I didn't want to know what was in it.
When that was done, I looked around the room. The bookshelf was a bit dusty, but I had nothing to dust it off with.
Then I saw a door on the farthest side of the room, hidden by darkness.
I kicked myself for my stupidity, then crept towards it.
I threw it open and my eyes widened in horror.
Before I could shut the door again, a tidal wave of clothes had buried me.
I clawed my way to the surface, gasping for air.
Undertaker's cackle echoed in the room.
"You are such a card!" he giggled.
I looked around, knowing he was in the room somewhere.
"You clearly aren't as bright as you look, dear~!" he teased. "Now you'll have to clean that up as well. Unless you can find me,"
"Where are you?!" I yelled. He didn't answer, nor did he have to. My brain finally clicked, and I kicked myself mentally for being so stupid.
I looked up, seeing a grinning Undertaker.
"Why you little-"
Author's note: I apologize for the long wait, I lost my laptop privilege for the week so I was delayed. As well as my best friend trying to end her life, I've been extremely. I love you guys for being so patient for me. I will update some more for you, and I am sorry that this was a short chapter, but longer ones are on the way, ok? We will soon travel into the manga and anime, so that'll be fun! I love you all so much!
~JasmineCrevan