The Modern in the non modern world

Metting the undertaker

Your Point of view

While still thinking about your life choices, you hadn't noticed you were staring of in to space getting weird looks from people that walked by.

"Hey! Get off the wall of my shop your scaring my customers, you wench!"

Wait what..did he just call me a prostitute!

"I'll have you know I'm no prostitute! Y-You you...you rude prune!" Pride swelling up in your chest thinking you came up with quite the insult.

The man looked furious and started marching towards me hand high in the air. Oh shit this mans about to hit me..!

Dodging the man you ran away, hearing the yells of the ugly prune, but before fully leaving you turned around sticking your tongue out at him and fled once again.

"Man what's up with that guy, not like his shop was getting much customers to begin with" sighing you kept looking around until you saw a shop you never thought you would ever see..

N-No way way! I don't recall there ever being news of shop that's was based on the undertakers shop from Black Butler. This can't be.. can it?..

"Only one way to find out.."

Taking a deep breath, you hesitantly reached to the shops door handle and opened it. Only to be treated to a dark shop and coffins all around and a front desk.

Dammit how is this even possible!

Walking in, you looked at the coffins some made from wood, most likely for people who couldn't pay for a better one. And of course there were the more fancier ones for those snobby rich people..

"H-Hello?"

Of course no one answered back. Biting my lip and looked around to see which coffin he's in.

Of course he's playing his little game of "hide in the coffin"

"Typical Undertaker.." shaking your head you kept opening coffins, praying you didn't open one with a dead body in it.

"Typical Undertaker you say??"

"Fucking hell! Why must you do that!" you turned around, hand on your heart, facing the coffin that is now open, the undertaker popping out.

"Sorry didn't want to give you a fright deary~" he let out his typical undertaker giggle knowing damn well that's a lie.

"Yeah..sure you didn't.."

"But you never answered my question, how do you know of my fun little game?" now fully out of the coffin he looks at, his bangs covering his eyes, but even then you can tell the gleam of curiosity from his eyes.

What do I say..I can just up and say I'm not from here and he's some fictional character from a show they'll put me in a mental hospital for sure but then again he's not the sanest person either..

"Well word goes around right? And I decided to stop by to check out your shop..despite not needing to buy a coffin.." you looked at him hoping he bought your story.

He said nothing at first and went to look for something from the behind the front desk taking out a jar of dog treat shaped biscuits. Well hopefully their biscuits..

"Interesting.." he bit into one of the biscuits with his creepy smile "Your clothes..quite inappropriate for a lady dontcha think?"

"Well, I just think it's a hassle wearing big dresses and corsets...don't even get me started with those" a look of disgusting formed on your face at the thought of wearing the corsets that basically pushes your organs closer than it should and cut you breathing supply..

He giggled once again as he offered the jar of biscuits towards you, offering you to take one

"Are those actually edible and not just dog treats..?"

He just kept quite, shaking the jar slight as a reached for one and inspecting it.

Guess it won't hurt to try one..

You bit in to the treat, and to your surprise it wasn't a dog treat but just a dog treat shaped biscuit as you hoped and finished the rest actually being quite tasty. You smiled at home as you reached for another.

"Your not from here are you?"

You choked on your biscuit as you looked at him with shock. How did he figure it out! I thought my story was pretty convincing..!

"Your accent it's not quite British sounding, is it?"

Oh thank whoever's out there but fuck you for putting me in this situation

"O-Oh right, yeah I'm not quite from here-"

Before I could even finished the door slammed open, a young boy and his butler walking in.

Holy shit Sebastians hotter than I thought

"Undertaker I need some information.." his sentence drifting to a stop as he looked at you with an eyebrow raised. Eyeing me up and down.

"What on earth are you wearing?" he asked

"Clothes"

You could practically see the tick mark on his forehead as he huffed. And you, well you panicked of course, as any person would in your situation. You had sarcastically responded to the young bluenette, a boy that can easily get rid of you with one command and his hellishly handsome demon butler..

A/n
Me: Well im going to stop there sorry for this crappy and short story but I had to update right and still have to update my other stories

Revised A/n
I don't even know why I start stories when I can barely write a chapter for one of them (or even text back right away-) also sorry it's kinda short but shhhhhh