Nimian and The Undertaker

Nimian watched as a black hearse drove to her house. She blinked, wondering why a funeral car had shown up in her driveway. She made her way to the door and opened it. The hearse door opened and the Undertaker climbed out.

"I suppose that you're Nimian right? Oh how jolly! When they first told me about you, I thought that it was just another body I had to prepare for a lovely funeral! But then they told me that it was a date, that's even better~." Undertaker said with his strange chuckle.

Nimian smiled widely when she saw the Undertaker but remained standing at the door.

"Well? Come along! You can sit next to me in the car if you're not scared! Or perhaps you'd prefer a nap in the back? If we don't hurry we'll be late for the concert, poppet!" He said with a large grin.

"N-no! No! It's okay! I prefer the front seat thank you!" Nimian said quickly.

She hurried over to the car and got in the front seat on the passenger's side. The Undertaker chuckled again and climbed back into the car. He started it and pulled out of her driveway, quickly driving away.

"So. . . were you just heading back from a funeral? You know. . . Because you're still wearing your work clothes and driving this?" Nimian asked with a smile, trying to start a conversation.

"Oh no! This is my car, Love! Isn't it just perfect~? And I thought my outfit looks great! Perfect for events like this!" He chuckled once more.

Nimian sunk back in her seat some as she looked around.

"O-oh. I see." She lightly muttered.

The hearse smelled musty and had a almost kind of suffocating feel to it. It would make anyone feel claustrophobic. Soon, they made it up to a large stadium with many cars parked around it. There was a large line of people that seemed to stretch out for miles, waiting to get in. Nimian lightly sighed as she got out of the car once it was parked.

"We're never going to make it in time. . . And we don't have our tickets yet." She said quietly.

"No worries, deary! I have that all under control!" He grinned as he pulled her along.

She blinked and quickly followed behind him. They made it to the front door in less than a couple of minutes. A large body guard was standing there making sure no one was sneaking in.

"Where do 'ya think you two are goin'?" The large man asked in a deep voice.

"Oh! I got a call from the manager not to long ago. I'm the town's Undertaker. I heard there was a body I had to come collect? I have my assistant here to help me carry it out. I have to get it quickly before the body's gases are released. The poor person cannot wait a moment longer. I have to make them all pretty again~!" Undertaker said as he clasped his hands together, obviously getting truely happy as he thought about it.

The large man was a bit disturbed about the Undertaker making the situation a little more happy and stepped aside.

"Uh. . . Go ahead. Just make sure to use the back door when you bring out the body." The bodyguard said.

"Of course, poppet! Wouldn't want to upset the public now~." He chuckled then pulled Nimian inside.

Nimian couldn't believe that the Undertaker had just lied his way inside to get into the stadium. She stared at him then shook her head.

"I guess that's another way to get in. . ." She mumbled.

"Well Love, lets get going! The concert is about to begin~!" He grinned widely.

Nimian and the Undertaker made it inside the large room where the concert was about to begin. Everyone was shouting in excitement. He pulled her along as they pushed their way through the crowd to get to the very front.

"ALRIGHT! ARE WE READY TO ROCK?" The band's lead singer yelled into the microphone.

He was trying to get everyone pumped. Everyone cheered and they began to play. Nimian danced and sung along to some of the songs. Undertaker wiggled around in excitement since he wasn't used to coming to these kind of events, everything seemed to be going well. The hours passed quickly and it was time for the last song. The lead singer was dripping sweat and panting.

"Alright! Are we ready! THIS IS THE LAST SO-" He suddenly stopped talking as he clutched his chest.

Nimian blinked and stared in confusion like many of the fans in the audience. The lead singer stumbled to the edge of the stage and fell off. He had collapsed. Unfortunately he had falled ontop of Nimian. She screamed as she tried to push him off. People screamed and started running in different directions not knowing what to do. The Undertaker laughed loudly, drool running down the side of his mouth. He was getting a kick out of all the panic.

"Seems like he was too over excited and gave himself a heart attack!" He laughed harder and fell back against the ground, kicking his legs up into the air. Nimian finally kicked the now dead singer off and sighed. The Undertaker stood up and went over to the man. "Seems I have to go back to work now, poppet. Come and help me with him will you?" Undertaker said, finally calming down from his laughing fit. Nimian shuddered at the thought of carrying out a dead man but went and grabbed his feet.

"O-okay. . " She said, shaking slightly.

The Undertaker and Nimian carried out the body of the singer over to his car once they were outside and put it in the back. They got in the car and Undertaker drove Nimian back home.

"Well poppet, this is where I leave you." He chuckled.

Nimian got out of the car and went to the driver's side of the car where the Undertaker had rolled down his window. He leaned up and pecked her on the cheek, not used to showing such lovey-dovey affection.

"And thank you for calling Black Butler Dating Services, Love~!" He rolled up his window and drove off. Nimian lightly shook her head as he walked back up to her house.

"I think. . . that is the strangest date I have ever been on." She muttered to herself.

(I hope you enjoyed your date~!)