A man sat underneath the shade of a tree. His clothes were ragged, and it seed like he hadnt washed them in over a month. In fact, it seed like he hadnt washed himself in over a month either. His hair was mottled and tattered with bits of black gri coating it. He munched on a piece of rotten bread, slowly. His teeth werent in the best of shapethe few that remained in his mouth. To his back, the faint bustle of the city could be heard, but around him, there wasnt much. It was a piece of unprosperous land that no one wanted; thus, all the holess made it their ho. The only outstanding feature was a particularly large rock with an odd shape. It was like the entrance to a tunnel; however, there was no entrance, and the whole thing was covered with moss and vines.
The holess man exhaled through his nose and leaned back, chewing on the piece of bread. He was lucky it was rotten. It didnt hurt his teeth as much to chew. A crumbling sound drew his attention, and he stared at the piece of bread in his hand. Cracking sounds echoed throughout the air. The dirty man frowned when he realized it wasnt coming from his food. He raised his head just in ti to see a portion of the mossy rock crumble outward. A bony hand poked through, and the man dropped his bread. He rubbed his eyes with his greasy hands, saring their corners black. He blinked hard and stared so more. Another part of the rock fell to the ground with a clack. Another bony hand poked through. Out of the darkness, a skull with blue flas in its eye sockets appeared. It paused, the flas freezing in place. Then, the skull grinned at him, the blue flas flickering like torchlights in the wind. The holess man scread and ran, but he fell over the mont he got up. A chill ran down his spine, and he felt like thousands upon thousands of hands were holding him back. No matter how hard he tried to move, his muscles were frozen stiff. Tears dripped out of his eyes, and a weak whimper escaped from his lips. He couldnt turn his head, but he could see the shadows of the skeleton climbing out of the rock, coming closer to him.
Mr. Skelly placed his hand on the mans shoulder. Hey there, friend, he said and shooed away the ghosts holding onto the man. The man turned his head and t Mr. Skellys gaze, a deep whimper echoing out from the depths of his soul. Have you heard of our lord and savior
Yes! Yes, I have!
Mr. Skelly froze. What? These people have heard of the mistress before? Did she take a vacation in this world before? That didnt make any sense. She was always stuck near the Fountain of Youth until recently. When would she have the ti to co here especially when Vur was up to his usual shenanigans and she was forcibly recruited to watch after him? Unless, during the ti he was underground, she had arrived in this world? Mr. Skelly pressed a finger to his bony temple. Beep, beep. Paging the mistress. Paging the mistress. Are you there?
There was no response.
Are, are you Jesus Christ?
Mr. Skelly lowered his finger and stared at the trembling man. Jesus Christ? Whos that?
Youre not Jesus? The mans face paled at a visible rate. His eyes glanced at the horde of skeletons walking out of the mossy rock. They were lining up in a neat formation, and there seed to be no end to them. Help! Help! Sobody, help ! Soone
Mr. Skelly stuffed the mans shirt into the mans mouth. He put a finger to his lipless mouth and shushed the man. Hey there, friend, he said again. Theres no need to shout, right? There happened to be an evil necromancer, or perhaps a mber of the church, who was planning a massive ritual involving all these undead. However, fret now, for I have taken care of the threat and taken all the undead under my wing instead. Youre safe now, understand?
The man didnt look like he understood at all, but it didnt seem like he was going to say anything, so Mr. Skelly released his shirt, unclogging the poor mans mouth. The man stared up at Mr. Skelly with questioning eyes.
Mr. Skelly nodded. Right, be quiet just like that. He glanced at the moldy, rotting bread on the ground that the man had left behind. Thats not food fit for a person. How about this? You can join , and Ill make sure youre fed. Your stomach will never growl again. Its a good deal, no?
The man lowered his head, staring at the skeletons behind Mr. Skelly. They didnt have stomachs. I, am I allowed to decline?
Mr. Skellys eye sockets contorted as he raised an eyebrow. He raised the moldy bread and sniffed it. You sure you want to eat this instead? I can get you at.
at? The mans stomach growled, his hunger overpowering his fear.
Yeah, Mr. Skelly said and nodded. at. You see, Im not from around these parts, and I need so help finding so locations and whatnot. Besides, look at how you reacted when you first saw . Theres a lot of things that can only be done by a fleshy person.
Im a tramp, the man said. People look as kindly upon as they would to you. He shook his head. Are you sure you need my help?
Mr. Skelly scratched his skull. Well, can you sing?
Sing? Uh.
Mr. Skelly nodded. Or just shout in a really loud voice. You dont have to know how to change your pitch or anything. Can you rember lyrics to shout? Thats basically what Im asking.
I, I think I can do that, yeah.
Great! Mr. Skelly said. Then I certainly do have a use for you. Welco aboard!
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