CM: I'm Coming Back - Undertaker x OC Reader

A murderer ran away from the police officer cursing.

The criminal looked behind him and immediately his eyes shrunk.

He started to run a little faster and the officer chasing him aimed his gun screaming “Halt!”

However the murderer's terror was not aimed to the officer and his gun; it was the Shinigami who was calming walking behind the officer.

She calmly walked behind him her purple eyes flashing.

The murderer yelled, “Get away from me!” He had seen this reaper three hours before. It was around the time he murdered a shop owner and his wife for some money. He remembered the Reaper stepping over their corpses and gently brushing their tragic expressions before fixing her gaze on him. He would have killed her too (thinking she too was human) when she said, “You’re next”.

That’s when his whole world fell apart. A nearby officer came to the shop by pure coincidence and thus chased him out here to the outskirts of England where the Shinigami was waiting.

The criminal thinking he could get away pulled his revolver he used to murder and shot behind him. The officer took cover near a sack of potatoes.

Laughing the murderer rounded a corner. He hid and waited. When the officer ran past and continued looking for the criminal, the murderer slipped away with ease. Looking behind him, he didn’t see the Reaper anymore.

“Hahaha! Idiot! No one can catch me!” The murderer looked to the money in his hand, “Now I could spend this on all the prostitutes I want!” He continued on his merry way feeling on top of the world.

“EH GET OUT OF THE WAY-!”

CRASH!

The body of the murderer collapsed to the ground in a bloodied heap.

The man who crashed into him with his carriage ran over to the murderer screaming, "Oh my God!"

The murderer vaguely saw the man but his eyes widened when he saw the Reaper.

She stood over the man’s body humming her famous death tune.

The criminal whispered, “Who are you?”

She regarded him, “I’m a Death Siryn a type of Reaper” She raised her scythe. “But my name’s Amy” Slashing down, the memories of the man sprung out.

To say the man was filthy was an understatement. He had such vulgar memories and thoughts that the female Reaper retched.

“Disgusting” Amy stated. Now was the time for judgment. Heaven or Hell?

She watched the man’s memory of killing the innocent shopkeeper and his wife.

Amy growled, “You’re going to Hell” She swiftly swung her scythe again and that was the end of him.

~~~~~Timeskip Of Your One And Only Eccentric Coffin-Loving Reaper: The Undertaker! ~~~~~

It was near the dead of night and Amy walked alone in the streets.

She observed that there was barely a person in sight. And that it was quiet.

Amy sighed. She loved the quiet. It was easy and left her alone to think.

She let her body walk to wherever it wished to since she didn’t have a job to do in quite a while.

In what felt like hours, she finally stopped in front of a shop.

She looked up to the shop’s sign and she stopped breathing.

 ‘Undertaker..’

Amy bit her lip. Of all the places she could have gone, her subconscious led her here.

‘Dammit’ she thought. She looked to the door hesitant.

It had been years since she last saw him. And no matter how many times she told herself that she didn’t care for him, she always watched him from afar.

Of course, she didn’t consider herself a stalker but more as protecting her “Big Brother”. Yet she couldn’t help but feel a different type of attraction to the eccentric man.

‘I guess I should visit since I’m already here’ She raised her hand to knock when the Undertaker opened the door.

“Hello Amy” he smiled.

Amy blinked a bit shocked he knew she was there. “Hello Undertaker. May I come in?”

His grin widened. “Of course little Amy! How are you? Well I assume?”

“Yes pretty well” She fidgeted not knowing what else to say.

The Undertaker offered, “Would you mind coming in? I have guests at the moment that would love some more company”

Amy hesitated.

“Come on in now! My guests are waiting” He continued.

Finally she nodded. He stepped out of her way to go inside. Immediately upon entering, her nostrils were assaulted by the stench of bodies just died and the fluids they contained.  

She looked to see one body of a man being drained of his blood. His face was grimacing like he could still feel it.

If she didn’t know the Undertaker and didn’t stay around to watch his work, she would have puked on the spot. Fortunately for her this was a familiar smell that reminded her of old times and much nostalgia.

“So what have you been doing while you’ve been away?”

Amy turned to the Undertaker. “Oh the usual bringing people to the light…or the less forgiving light” She absentmindedly cringed when thinking of Hell. She turned to him, “I see you are the same”

He smiled, “Seeing new people everyday is what gives me joy” He went close to her, “Though I did miss your company”

Amy didn’t meet his eye, “Yeah I have been gone awhile”

The Undertaker agreed, “Yes it has had been awhile” His smile that was usually on his face disappeared for a few moments before reappearing again, “I have an idea. Why don’t you stay again here with me?”

She flinched. She couldn’t stay here again. Those feelings of longing and something more than brotherly love was going to surface.

“I can’t”

“But surely you could-“

"No" She found herself turning away, “I must go” She stepped towards the door.

“Amy” That single word sounded like a command.

Amy stopped. “What?”

“Please…” His smile totally disappeared. Amy was astonished; he was never without a smile. “…Please stay”

Amy searched his face for any playful trick he usually pulls. She couldn’t find any. He was sincere. How could she leave her “Big Brother” behind when he clearly seemed to need her? Before she could realize she was actually feeling something she replied, “Fine. I will stay”

He grinned and opened his mouth to say something when she cut him off.

“But I’m staying only because you asked nothing else!”

“I would expect nothing else little Amy” His grin if possible grew.

“Stop calling me that!”

And so began a tale of the girl who thought she was emotionless and the man who would give her his all.