Hello Again (Undertaker x reader)

Born as a woman in the Victorian era isn't as funny as it sounds, its rather the opposite, especially when you are a normal citizen, a young woman in your mid twenties, losing the last people who gave you a feeling of safety. Now, its all gone, next destination, its either the poorhouse or the brothel. They soon pick me up... that's what the lady next door said. Should I wait, here, in this empty room, which used to be the living room? What will happen to me if I choose to stay? Is this really what I was meant to do?

Nope!

Throwing a tiny bundle of clothes over one shoulder and off we go. From now on I choose my own destination. Somewhere were I can find work and a place to live. Its decided next stop .... London.

On the road somewhere in the East End

I had better ideas then going to a place like London, especially without any cash. As someone from the country you have to get used to the smell, the smoke and ,unfortunately, being hungry, otherwise you wont last long. For the time being I have started begging on the street, while covering my face acting like an old woman. (no explanation needed here) Thankfully it worked. At night I crawl underneath a piece of wood, leaning sideways to the wall and wait for the next day to come.

3 Days, its been three days since my arrival in London. I met someone who had the same splendid idea as me. As it happens, she wasn't cut out to last long on the streets. She lasted only 2 days till she feel asleep across my shelter (she had her own shelter) I noticed it later that day.

Another day has passed, the streetlights are on and I tried to fall asleep. „If there wasn't a dead body nearby it would be easier", I thought. But then, all of a sudden, a cart appeared. It stopped at the alley I live, as a black figure got off the vehicle and walked towards me. What did he want? Who was he? I hid deeper into the shelter, hoping not to be seen. Before he reached me he turned sideways and ... walked over to the lifeless body. In one swift move he had her, bridal style, in his arms and carried her over to the cart before getting back on it. All I could see was a black cloak, a hat, long hair, high heels and something in his mouth (I guessed it because of the crunchy sound he made) . But to see him better, I had to get out of my shelter. Curiosity got the best of me. The sound to the piece of wood above me moving, made him face my way. I froze. One green dot appeared where I assumed are his eyes, it scared me, unfortunately his big creepy smile, followed by a deep chuckle, didn't help either. Who is he? Is it a he? The chuckle sounded like an old Witch laughing. Whatever it is its freaking me out!

As luck happens, the cart moves and disappeared into the night together with that weird creature. Silence filled the air. This whole event drained my last bit of energy to stay awake. Slowly, very slowly, I drift off to sleep thinking of that... that... thing. „Whatever it is I hope never have to come across it again ... ever"