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LISTEN, I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY. FOR ALL OF THE UNDERTAKER SIMPS OUT THERE. NOBODY MAY SEE THIS BUT STILL. I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR THE PAST HOUR.

warnings - none that I know of

THERE MAY BE SPELLING ERRORS, SORRY!!!!

(omg look at him just sitting there.)

You are getting ready for someone’s funeral. You told the Undertaker that you would go along with him, trying to make an attempt to get out of the somewhat messy place in which he lived. He accepted, which was a pleasant surprise.

But there was only one problem. You were having trouble getting your corset tightened. It was new, so it was still a little bit stiff. 

So there was only one person you could ask for help at the moment. The Undertaker. 

You called his name, basically asking him to come into your room, which was decorated with skulls, candles, a few caskets laying around, and a bed with black sheets.

“I sorta need a little help with my corset, I am having trouble tightening it.”

He laughed a little bit and walked over to you, his boots making little clicking noises on the ground while the buckles that were looser than the others hit his boots.

You turned around and he grabbed the strings, he tried to tighten it. 

It seemed that he was having a little bit of trouble, too. He let go of the strings and grabbed your waist with both hands, he then gently pushed you closer to the wall. His feet following yours, which were only a few inches in front of his.

He put his right foot on the wall, leaving the buckles to slightly hang from his boots.

“This may hurt a little bit, darling.”

You nodded, trying to grab the wall for support, knowing you’ll need it.

His hands were slightly showing from under his long sleeves. He wrapped the strings around his hands once again and pulled the strings of the corset as tight as he could, making your waist seem much smaller than it was before.

He then tied the strings and put his arm around your waist, while resting his chin on your shoulder. He was slightly smiling while his bangs were still covering his eyes.

“Does this feel alright, dear?”

I strongly feel that it's the latter.

Who agrees?

Just your friendly local undertaker. But was he burying the bodies or digging them up? You'll never know...