As a grim reaper, who hasn’t yet retired, you often sleep in empty coffins. I mean. It’s the most comfortable after all.

Well. Today, Your coffin ended up with Undertaker. He was sad cause you were flawless. Not a single scratch. That made him frown as he lifted the lid to your coffin.

“How disappointing…You’re just so plain…” He spoke with disappointment as he began to caress your cheek with his slenderer fingers.

You snap awake, and Undertaker jumped as he saw you sit up. He blinked from under his gray tuffs and tilted his head.

“Aw, you’re not dead? How sad.” He hummed before tilting his head. “Wanna play dead together?” He asked with a smirk, and ever so simply opening yet another coffin for you two.

Do you agree?