The Skeleton's first realization was that he hadn't the foggiest idea where he was, nor how he'd gotten there. His second was that he'd had another bout of memory loss. How terribly inconvenient!
The last he remembered, he'd been in the abandoned house he called "home," reading by candle light. After that, there was nothing. Just an empty space where memories should have been. Now, he was no longer surrounded by the warm darkness of his home, but by swaying trees and grass and rocks.
He glanced down at himself. Two hands, ten fingers, fully clothed, everything seemed fine. His hand traveled to his head and he was relieved to know that his beloved hat was still there. Well, at least that was one crisis he did not have to deal with! He'd have been aghast if it had been missing.
It was then that he heard movement from somewhere behind him, and he froze. Oh no. People. People meant discovery, and discovery was rarely good in his case. He was, after all, a Hollow Man--or at least, he was fairly certain that was what he was--and people tended to not react too well when faced with un-dead skeletons, no matter how many manners said skeleton possessed.
If he'd had a throat and bile to swallow with it, he may have gulped. Instead, he turned slowly to see who it was that had happened upon him, fully prepared to flee, if need be.
The last he remembered, he'd been in the abandoned house he called "home," reading by candle light. After that, there was nothing. Just an empty space where memories should have been. Now, he was no longer surrounded by the warm darkness of his home, but by swaying trees and grass and rocks.
He glanced down at himself. Two hands, ten fingers, fully clothed, everything seemed fine. His hand traveled to his head and he was relieved to know that his beloved hat was still there. Well, at least that was one crisis he did not have to deal with! He'd have been aghast if it had been missing.
It was then that he heard movement from somewhere behind him, and he froze. Oh no. People. People meant discovery, and discovery was rarely good in his case. He was, after all, a Hollow Man--or at least, he was fairly certain that was what he was--and people tended to not react too well when faced with un-dead skeletons, no matter how many manners said skeleton possessed.
If he'd had a throat and bile to swallow with it, he may have gulped. Instead, he turned slowly to see who it was that had happened upon him, fully prepared to flee, if need be.