A/N: Ok so in case you've not been paying much attention to the supporting cast, we've got this charming little guy in the Glasses Department named Thomas Barker~! I've never done an OC in a fandom before so I apologise heavily in advance if you don't like him. Yes he's twitchy, yes he's only got one friend. Poor anti-social little bugger, dunno what he's gonna do without Alan around~.AHEM! Anyways uh...hmm, yeah. He doesn't get out to the human realm much, poor darling. Trying to gradually fall in line with the musical, doing my best here people~!

"Ahhhhhhh~, Tommy-dear! What can I do for you, today? Hmmmm~?" Undertaker giggled and stared at the brunette, a little puzzled as to what he was doing out in London. It wasn't exactly often that Thomas left the shinigami realm, and when he did it was usually to collect a reaper or something they left behind. There were plenty of other people in the London Dispatch, mainly the reserve collections department, that could do the job just as well. This is what he gets for leaving the academy with an average of AA. He sighed and picked up a jar of eyes, twirling it around in his hands. "Tea?" Thomas looked over and shook his head.

"No thanks, I wish I could be here for a casual visit but...I've come to gather a few things for the collections department. Apparently, the red one can't seem to do his job. So here I am! I hate to ask this, professor but please...have you heard anything?" He set down the jar of eyes and looked at the others, cringing a bit when he saw one full of...Spleens? "Eeeewwww..."

"Even for you Tommy my information comes at a price, hee hee. You know what I want," He hopped on a coffin and Thomas cringed a little, grabbing the grey medical bag on the desk. At least the Undertaker knew that the brunette had no sense of humour, and no capacity for telling jokes either. "Well~? What do you have for me today...?" He pushed the giant oval frames up his nose and pulled out a jar with a pair of kidneys in it. The fact that he had to sneak into the morgue just to add to the old man's collection was either terribly desperate or disturbingly morbid. Of course after 66 years it was nothing new to Thomas, though it never got any less disgusting. "Oooooohhhhh, these are nice and healthy too~! So rare that my clients have such pretty kidneys...! Hehehe, now Tommy-dear, you sure you don't want some tea?" he nodded and wandered around, running his fingers along one of the coffins. "Care to see how your order is coming along while you're here?"

"Professor why has it taken so many years for you to make one casket?" He shivered when he tucked his hair out of his eyes and followed the old man back through to a private room, shivering the whole way. "I mean, usually you can churn out a whole bunch within a few hours?" He pushed up his glasses and peeked into the room, looking around until he saw what he was looking for. "Oh...wow...that is incredible..." Undertaker giggled again while he walked around it, sliding his fingers along the polished wood and biting his lip. As much he hated to admit, it did look like something Alan would want to be buried in. It was a polished black with white Erica shaped flowers inset all around it. The inside was black as well and looked almost like a cloud. "But, why did it take so long? What if he'd died before you could have finished it?"

"Oh dear little Tommy...you underestimate me~! This has been finished for many many years!" Thomas blinked and looked up at the Undertaker, nodding silently. "You seem surprised, is something wrong?" He cocked his head to the side and pouted when the brunette ran out of the room, wasn't hard to find him though. Since he'd retired and had occasional visits from Thomas, the kid would always end up under his desk, shaking and crying. He'd been getting better at not shattering into so many pieces when he came around but it still happened, as it was now with him curled up and sniffling quietly under the desk. "Tommy, it's hard...but you know as well as I that little Alan is stubborn, hes got a good long more decades before the Thorns destroy him..."

"That's not the point! He's my best friend! My...only friend, we've been close since the academy. Two misfits against the rest of the slackers..." He sniffed and hugged his knees closer to his chest. "What if...What am I gonna do when he's gone?" The undertaker plopped down beside him properly and began fiddling with his hat, taking it off and handing the brunette a shrunken head, "What on-Oh disgusting! Why do you keep that under your hat?" He made to get up and slammed his head on the top of the desk, crawling out quickly and staring at him, shaking a little. "That is just creepy..." He took a few steps back and jumped when there was a sudden knock at the door.

"Undertaker! Open up, already!" Thomas squeaked and looked around panicked while the old man simply kept giggling. Really, of all times to be getting all giggly, this was not one of them. Unless all retired reapers went crazy like this, then he'd much rather spend his time repairing glasses until he dropped.

"Come on now, Tommy dear, in the box~!" Thomas stared at the old man and shook his head, there was no way in HELL he would spend time in one of those again.

"C-can't I hide in one of those rooms or something? Last time I almost had a panic attack!" He jumped again when the stranger at the door rapped once more, grabbing his bag and dashing into one of the rooms before the old man could respond. He sighed when he heard the person—no two people come in. He ran a hand through his hair and hopped on top of the fancy casket, running a hand over one of the flowers. This was the thanks he gets for not staying in Collections probably. He'd tried his best during their years at the academy, he really did but he just hadn't been cut out for that division, at least not in London.

"You're what? Thomas, do you have any idea how bad that will look on your record? What if they don't let you into another department?" Alan stared at him from the mass of papers on their footlockers shoved together. Thomas shrugged and rubbed the towel over his wet hair again, flopping down by the other brunette and sighing. Alan got lucky, he got to spend a week in the Glasses department, at least he thought so. For the past two days, all he'd done was whine about how terribly boring it was. "And besides, the London collection department is the best in all of Europe, why would you want to give up such an opportunity?"

"Because they're insane! The supervisor's assistant is cruel beyond belief, real rules-y type, ya know? Like he's got some kinda bloody bug in his bum. Probably does too, him and this one red haired fella are always talking so quiet, and if it ain't that then they're usually in his office getting intimate, like waaaaay intimate and the red one flirts with everybody!" He sat up and pulled the towel to his shoulders, trying not to giggle at the look on his roommate's face.

"What do you mean, flirts? Like...with the girls in th-"

"What girls? There's only four right now, Mr. Spears, Mr. Sutcliff, Mr. Slingby and the boss, but everyone calls the boss Undertaker for some reason, he's a living legend, Al! Although...Mr. Slingby is working abroad in Italy right now, Undertaker says he's one of the best."

"Y-you mean...Undertaker, as in the professor? No way! I would love to work with him! What's he like? Is he strict? Relaxed? What sort of punishments does he give? How about his policies?" Thomas stared at him and shoved the other trainee's glasses up his nose.

"Relax, he's pretty laid-back actually, very calm and all, his assistant though is so anal retentive...and dear lord his boyf-"

"Please don't say it, Thomas. That is disgusting that anyone could do that themselves..."

"Can I least tell you what he's like?" Alan gave him a look and went back to his papers, filling out what he needed to about the importance of proper glasses care. He was in no mood to hear about some flamboyant, psychotic freak of nature who was probably unstable on every level. "I mean, he's a deadly efficient worker, always gets his collections in on time and all, he's just...interesting," Alan glanced back as Thomas slid off the bed and grabbed his scythe, taking a few practice swings before Alan could whine about him being lazy.

"I...suppose?" He shrugged and continued writing, occasionally looking through one of their textbooks to make sure his facts were right. He could really care less about what he was like, especially if he had a habit of making passes at others. He'd become so engrossed in his work though that he didn't see Thomas slink behind him and slide his arms around his waist.

"Ooohhhh~ Mr. Barker yore so clever and strong~! Perhaps I show you a few other uses for that charming little scythe of yours! Maybe I could even show a few endurance exercises t—OW! Alan!" Alan elbowed him in the ribs again and stood up quickly, dashing to the other side of the room.

"What in the world was that about?"

"I told you, Al. Mr. Sutcliff flirts with everybody, it's creepy and that is exactly what he did earlier! Then he got yelled at by Mr. Spears and then they both were reprimanded by Undertaker, I guess usually Mr. Slingby is in charge of keeping them in line and—Alan?" Alan had been looking through Thomas's assignment and found the copy of Mr. Slingby's personnel file. He pushed up his glasses and smirked some when he realised that Alan was blushing while he read through the man's file.

"Wow..."

"Yeah, gorgeous ain't he?" Idiot. Of course that's why he'd be blushing but instead perked up and closed the file.

"You've got to trade with me, Tom! Please? It's so boring fixing glasses all day and calculating lens strengths and...please? It's got to be exciting in that department and I want some excitement, please?"

"Alright, alright! Relax, I'll switch! But its gonna be a long night explaining procedures,"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HOOHOOHOO! HEEHEE, brilliant as ever, master Michaelis!" Thomas jumped and stared out towards the main parlour, swallowing hard. He bit his lip and slipped off the casket, silently slinking to the doorway and peeking out in that direction, staring and letting out a quiet squeak when Sebastian's eyes locked with his. He blushed heavily and pushed up his glasses, swallowing hard. Is that who Mr. Knox was talking about? He'd overheard the kid talking to Alan about some demon harrassing him and based on his appearance this man fit the bill to a T. Sebastian glanced over while the Undertaker spoke to the little blue haired kid and smirked.

"Its very rude to intrude on a private conversation, young man..." Thomas simply kept still, twitching a little. "Hooooo, you must be one of dear little Ronald's friends..." He squeaked and dashed out past Sebastian.

"You stay far away from me, you demon!" He banged into the desk and panted heavily, turning and staring at the demon in pure terror. "I mean it...you take one more step to-" He swallowed and held his chest, trying to calm down, damn his anxiety. "One more step towards and I'll-" More panting, grabbing his scythe and giving it a few swipes before he dropped it and grabbed his chest, "You keep yer filthy paws off me, ya hear? Ain't got the—the...the..." He clinged to the desk and started gasping heavily, alarming the Phantomhive boy as the demon pulled him away. "Filthy..." He swallowed hard and cringed before fainting.

"P-professor?" Undertaker looked up from his desk and sat back as a student came in, clutching his books and shaking like a leaf. Poor kid looked absolutely terrified beyond comprehension. Not like it could be helped though, it wasn't uncommon for third years to still be nervous about spending a week in one of the departments. This particular student had the Undertaker's curiosity, he was quiet, jumpy, usually in the back of the class with...of what was his name again? Humphries, that's it! The kid cleared his throat and pushed up his glasses, twitching a little when Undertaker stood up. "I-I uh...h-have this assignment here...Ive g-got to sp-"

"I know about it, Mr...?"

"B-barker, sir. Thomas Barker..." He sniffed a bit and rand a hand through his hair, looking aroung the office and jumping away when he saw a jar of teeth on a bookshelf, "AAAHHH! What is that? Why is there a jar of teeth in here? That's just creepy, Professor!" Undertaker chucked and pushed up his glasses, crossing his arms and watching the student squeak and jump away from every jar and anything that just looked questionable in general. "What is...with all this weird..." He held onto the books tighter and started panting heavily the more he looked around the room. Undertaker furrowed his eyebrows and stood up quickly, walking around and putting a hand on his shoulder, smiling when he started to relax a little.

"You're quite jumpy aren't you? Must have had a rather painful death, huh?" He shrugged and stared at the Undertaker silently, not realising that his knuckles had turned white from how hard he was holding the books. "Relax Tommy-dear...Let me go get my assistant and he'll fill you in on how things will go this week, hmm?" He forced Thomas into a chair and left the room, searching around. "Ooooh Willie-kins~! Where are you?" Thomas blinked and scanned the office quietly, jumping when he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders.

"Please don't hurt me! I swear, I didn't mean to break that red scythe!" the hands on his shoulders tightened.

"So it was you~! You little rat, I'll kill you!" He dropped his books and squirmed out from under the man's grip, dashing around to the other side of the desk, shaking like a leaf. He swallowed hard and stared at the red reaper, squeaking when he dashed around near him and grabbed his throat. "No good little brat, you destroyed my baby~! How dare you even think to touch a lady's possessions so carelessly?" Thomas coughed and whimpered, trying to pry Grells hands off of him.

"Sutcliff! What do you think you're doing? Put him down right this instant. Unless of course, you don't want to-"

"Will...you wouldn't~!" The dark haired man raised an eyebrow and he let go of Thomas in a heartbeat, both watching the brunette dash out of the office before he could even blink.

"Tommy, I would highly suggest looking into getting some assistance for these anxiety issues of yours. According to Mr. Anderson they've been interfering with your work every so often," Thomas remained silent and stared down at his tea, shifting his weight on the freezing coffin. "You didn't catch any of what I told the Little Phantomhive and that butler of his, did you?" The brunette shook his head and kept his eyes low, pushing is hair out of his eyes. "If you want-"

"Professor please, just give me the information I asked for so I can go home..." He curled up into a ball and looked around, setting the tea aside and sniffing. He didn't want to inconvenience the ueady had. Undertaker pouted and stood up, flipping his hair a little and stalking away from the twitchy reaper, returning with a body slung over his shoulder. He dropped the body onto another coffin and motioned for him to come over. "What's the corpse for?"

"Just take a look at it, Tommy. There's no signs of a struggle, like they didn't even feel it, yet there's a huge gash in her abdomen. She doesn't look like she even felt it! Now does she?" Thomas stared quietly and bit his lip, shaking his head, "No she does not! Now the only way this could be was that she was not killed by a human~! No human could be so skilled with such a thing, now could they?"

"So...it had to be a demon, right? Or maybe another reaper?" Undertaker perked up at the mention of it being a demon. Thomas may be a little naïve but he couldn't be that clueless, could he? What indication was there that it could possibly be a demon? Aside from the missing soul, of course. "Wait...Is that even possible for a reaper to make a cut so flawless? I mean so that they wouldn't feel it?"

"It is very possible, Tommy. I will admit though that it is a skill that can take many decades or even centuries to perfect,"

"Professor...You're not doing this, are you?" Undertaker cocked his head to the side and pouted.

"How could I? Even if I wanted to, I don't have the means..." He chuckled and started twirling around, tripping on his robes and falling down, cackling hysterically.

"Whoa! Are you alright?" Undertaker continued to giggle as Thomas dashed over, blinking when he wasn't where he landed. "...Oh dear..."

"BOO~!"

"AHH!" The brunette cringed and curled up into a ball, pulling his hair loose. "Please don't hurt me!"

"So...You don't want a cookie?" The old man giggled again and waved a biscuit in Thomas's face, squeaking when he grabbed the biscuit and pulled Undertaker over the desk. "Still a no, huh?"

"Give it. That is really not very nice, professor!" He pouted and stood up, ruffling his hair again and and adjusting his glasses. "Anyways, I should get back before I get into too much trouble. I'll see ya!" He grabbed his bag from the room and ran out of the shop, tripping over his feet in his panic. "Ow..."

Eric sighed as he watched the children running around the park from a tree. He ran a hand through his hair as Grell appeared next to him, straightening out his hair.

"Ahn~, my my tha-"

"Shut up Sutcliff, we all know you and William aren't back together." The blond didn't even bother to look over, far from being in the mood to deal with such an annoying redhead. Had it not been for Alan having the day off then he could just deal with Ronald like usual. Though Alan not having to come in might be a good thing, he'd been rather sore when Eric had left and probably would have been terribly miserable. "Don't you have any souls to collect?"

"Nope~! Finished them all about an hour ago~! Where else do you think I've been, darling?" He shot the redhead a filthy look and hopped out of the tree, going after his next soul. He never did like having to collect children, they always cried, no matter how gentle you were with them. He ran a hand through his hair as the kid stopped and was grabbed by a filthy old man, kicking and screaming to get loose.

"Get yer bleedin' 'ands offa me, ya filthy beggar! I ain't done nuffin'-" The man tightened his grip around the boys throat and smirked as he resisted more, Eric gripping his scythe hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Oh this man would definitely get it. He'd honestly hoped that he'd end up on Grell or Ronald's collection lists as horrible as he was. The man dropped the kid on the ground when he'd stopped fighting, walking away as Eric came out of hiding. He knelt down by the child and placed a hand on his head, looking away as he sobbed in his last few moments.

"I'm so sorry, I promise you'll be alright soon, you won't even realise I've been here..." He sighed and dragged his scythe along the boys body, watching the record silently before stampign it 'Complete'. "man I really hate doing this to kids..." Glancing down at the body once more before standing and walking off.

"Aww~! You're so compassionate, Eric! It's so cute to see you have such a—OW!" Eric stuck his arm and saw straight out as Grell ran after him, whining and pouting after clotheslining himself. "How cruel~! You should know to treat a lady with more respect~!"

"I thought you liked it when people were cruel to you, Sutcliff..."

"Only William~! He's so sadistic and that cold stare of his is just so thrilling~!" He wiggled around on the ground obscenely, not noticing Eric walk off after a group of girls. He put his saw away and caught up to them, snatching up a handkerchief that one of them had dropped. He stopped for a moment and furrowed his eyebrows, sniffing it a litte.

"Ugh, marigold...disgusting..." He shook his head and followed after the girls again, watching silently until they were all settled. He couldn't do this, could he? These girls were young! Barely sixteen by the looks of it, they had their whole lives ahead of them!

"Oh dear, I forgot! I saw some lovely flowers on the way over here!" The girls giggled as one got up and Eric made his way over, stopping before the girl could walk away.

"Excuse me, Miss. I believe you dropped this,"