I'm telling you know, this couple is strange but I freakin love it. I actually got this idea when I was coming up for the character roles in Ciel in Wonderland. I decided to stick to this couple and see how it goes. Who knows, no ones done it before on FanFiction, so here's the first Drocell/Undertaker story.

Also, the song 'Coin Operated Boy' by The Dresden Dolls helped promote this couple so go listen to it.

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Undertaker giggled lightly as he walked around his little home. There were a few coffins lying in front of him. He felt compelled to look at all of them and laugh. So, deciding this was exactly what he was going to do, Undertaker walked over to the first coffin and lifted the lid. It was an old lady who looks like she was gutted. He couldn't stifle the sudden giggle that came out. Undertaker closed that coffin and moved to the next one. This one was a young boy who had apparently drowned in the river nearby. Undertaker laughed again and closed that coffin.

"Everyone here is so stiff tonight," Undertaker muttered and went into a small laughing fit.

He examined the next few coffins and the bodies within. Stabbed, choked, old age, heart attack, run over. All sorts of forms of death. Undertaker sat down opposite of a coffin and laughed out loud to himself. It was all just too funny!

"Undertaker," a voice called.

Undertaker stifled his laughs to mere chuckles and looked over at the door as Ciel walked in, Sebastian in tow. Undertaker's grin widened as he saw Sebastian carrying a large, human sized, box. Undertaker stood from his sitting position and walked over to the two, immediately taking Ciel's hands into his own.

"My dear, please, tell me something hilarious," he said.

"No," Ciel said, pulling his hands from Undertaker's.

Sebastian set down the box ad then came to stand by his master's side.

"What have we here?" Undertaker asked, looking over at the box.

"We were in a nasty jam a little bit ago. Elizabeth wanted him buried properly, even though he's no longer human and he treated her horridly," Ciel answered.

"A body?" Undertaker asked, giggling a little.

"Yes. Will you take care of him?" Ciel asked back.

"For a price," Undertaker muttered through a little chuckle.

Ciel sighed. He was not a funny person. He looked to Sebastian for support. Sebastian nodded in understanding and signaled for Ciel to wait outside. Once he was gone Sebastian turned back to Undertaker. Undertaker sat himself comfortably on the box that Sebastian had brought in.

"You may have beaten me last time but I'm much more resistant to jokes now," he said.

"Is that so? Alright. Then I'll just have to take it up a notch. Okay, you see…"

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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!" Undertaker exclaimed.

Ciel came in a moment later, bored expression on his face. Undertaker was on the floor, holding his stomach area for dear life as he tried to re-catch his breath and stop the almost orgasmic feeling around him. Ciel raised an eyebrow in Sebastian's direction.

"You don't want to know," Sebastian stated simply.

Ciel just nodded. He turned his attention to Undertaker and poked him with the end of his cane.

"Will you take care of him now?" He asked.

"Anything. I'll do anything with that type of laugh. Y-your butler is simply too much," Undertaker replied, pulling himself off of the floor by holding onto a nearby coffin.

"Thank you," Ciel said.

"Anything for a laugh like that," Undertaker said.

Ciel nodded and turned to Sebastian, grabbing onto his arm.

"Take me home," he said.

Sebastian got down on one knee, hand over his heart.

"Yes, My Lord," he said.

Without hesitation, Sebastian hoisted Ciel on one of his arms and disappeared in lightning speed. Undertaker turned away and looked at the box that now decorated his floor. He felt a small giggle as he knew that Sebastian was most likely the one who killed this man. And, when Sebastian killed, it was always gruesome.

Undertaker quickly went over to the makeshift coffin and opened the lid. He was quite surprised to see that there was no blood at all. Just a man, or a puppet with bits of straw everywhere and a few hundred termites here and there. Undertaker scratched his head with his extremely long finger nail.

"Just a doll?" He asked himself.

A smile spread across his face.

"Hee hee hee. Maybe I don't have to get rid of it," Undertaker said to himself.

He leaned over the body and saw that the doll's eyes were still wide open. The makeup around his eyes was smudged. The tattoo under his right eye was faded. His clothes looked in perfect condition. There was a hole in his head where a large cut was made. The wheat inside was already rotting. Termites had made a large nest there. Undertaker cringed at the creaking sound the puppet's appendages made when he bent them.

"This is going to be quite a bit of work," he muttered to himself.

For now though, he closed the box and decided to go and get supplies. In order to get work done, he needed the supplies to fix his newly acquired butler. Undertaker laughed. He always wanted to try one.

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Don't worry, Drocell may be dead now but I assure you by next chapter he will be alive and well. Emotionless, but alive. Give insight, please. I want to know if I left the characters in character. Tell me if you'd change anything.

Signed,

Killer-fever