Coffins Make You Crazy (undertaker x reader)

The undertaker?

|(y/n)'s POV|

I was really tired and found a box to sleep in. Then, I was awake in an undertaker's store the next day. "What happened?" I said as I got in a sitting position. After realizing I wasn't on the streets, I started scanning the area. There were jars filled with organs and such things and coffins either laid down or leaning against the walls. One thing that stood out the most was a person with long, silver hair wearing a black robe with a grey sash. He turned around and spoke. "My, my, how did a living girl end up in my shop?" I furrowed my brows in confusion then realized that I was in a coffin. "Oh, well, isn't this an unusual wake up call?" I said. The man bursted out in laughter. "Oh, you're just too much!" He laughed. I only stared at him. "Um..." "well, you could call me undertaker. Welcome to my humble shop!" He said as he calmed. "I'm (y/n). Nice to meet you!" He gave a big smile. I wonder what his eyes look like... "well, it looks like you need a place to stay." He said. I just sat there. "I do." I said. "Heehee, you could stay with me if you like!" He offered. "If that isn't too much trouble for you!" I said with a grin. He only nodded.