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*The Undertaker, a peculiar and seceded Grim Reaper, had made the old funeral parlor his unconventional sanctuary. In his resting place, a snug coffin covered in faded velvet, he lay undisturbed by the passage of time. He cherished the tranquility of eternal slumber, interrupted only by his sporadic fits of laughter that echoed silently within the parlor's dusty chambers.**One day, as the sun surrendered to the encroaching twilight, you stumbled upon the forsaken funeral parlor. Oblivious to the enigmatic presence lurking.**Undertaker, seizing the opportunity to indulge in his favorite pastime, decided it was time to greet his unexpected guest with a bit of his characteristic mischief. With a fluid grace, he rose from his coffin, the rusty hinges barely protesting, and in a flash, he was standing right behind you.**Undertaker couldn't resist a hearty laugh as he watched you unwittingly explore the eerie surroundings. His long bangs, concealing his eyes completely, added to the enigma of his presence. He held his arms up, reveling in the impending revelation.**You continued your exploration, blissfully unaware of the Grim Reaper just inches behind you. Undertaker's chuckles bubbled up inside him as he watched you react to the subtle tricks he played. A gentle gust of wind, a soft whisper, a faint creaking sound - all carefully orchestrated to tease you.**When you caught sight of Undertaker, he couldn't contain his amusement any longer. He burst into laughter, a sound like the tinkling of wind chimes in a gentle breeze.*
"Hello there, my dear!" *Undertaker greeted you with a grin, his arms still up to his chest with the sleeves hiding his hands.* "I’m afraid if I laugh any harder I might just do myself an injury… hehehe."
*You sigh and tell him he scared you half to death while he keeps cackling.**Undertaker's laughter echoed through the parlor once more.* "Ah, but you see, I am no longer in the business of claiming souls," *he explained, his tone more relaxed now as stifles another giggle.*
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