Moomglade, the zone was falling apart, massive trees were cut, houses flattened, entire islands demolished.

Abby, Vinnel and PastaFiend hid from the skeleton in the basement of a nearby house.

They were all badly hurt and low on health.

"Looks like I underestimated it..." Abby sighed.

"I knew I shouldn't have let Malagmus in here..." she thought.

Vinnel was using a barrel as a seat as he looked down to the ground, twiddling his thumbs.

The ceiling above them trembled as the skeleton slashed buildings apart on his quest.

PastaFiend was slowly healing his missing arm.

Nobody had anything to say, they all knew defeating the skeleton was their only chance at survival, but they were powerless to act, stuck sitting around on their asses while their home was being destroyed above.

That's when they heard the loud noise outside.

Like the sound of metal hitting metal.

"I FACE THEE AT LAST!" Bonifacius exclaimed, his shield smashing into the skeleton, its body smashing through a window and into an unlit house.

Moments later the roof exploded as the scythe-wielding skeleton launched itself through it and into the air.

It landed in the ground by impaling its scythe into Bonifacius' shield, the clash of the two weapons went nowhere as neither yielded.

The skeleton, Monoblum let go of the scythe, using his hands to grab onto Bonifacius' throat only to once again be launched back, this time by a stream of water to his side.

Monoblum's eyes focused on Revenberry standing a fair distance away from Bonifacius.

"Tidal jet!" she thought as from her hand came a stream of water powerful enough to pin the skeleton to the wooden walls of a nearby house before they shattered.

In a flash, an explosion of green launched the skeleton past Bonifacius and towards Revenberry.

"Abyssal grasp!" she cast the spell as from the water came a hand-shaped water-tentacle grabbing onto Monoblum, weeds and fish suspended within as if they were just going about their everyday water-business.

He evaded the hand, summoning another scythe mid-air and going in for a kill on Revenberry before being pulled into the hand by a goose growing out of the water.

Revenberry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks, though I was actually gonna die!" she remarked.

Crown was standing in the opposite direction, past Bonifacius,

The sight of Crown's ability sent the skeleton into a blind fury as he gripped the scythe tightly and scanned the area in search of the caster.

The skeleton was tossed into the massive lake with enough force to make it skip atop the water's surface like a flat rock.

"One... two... three! Three skips!" Revenberry cheered before retreating behind Bonifacius to proceed as John planned.

After that the skeleton finally sank, falling down to the dark depths of the lake before clawing its way out, as an undead it could see underwater flawlessly.

Monoblum leapt out of the water only to be intercepted in the air by Bonifacius' charge ability, thrusting them both across the lake and into the designated area.

As they hit land they were forced into a tumble on the ground, Bonifacius clung to the skeleton as it tried to escape.

Finally, it kicked Bonifacius off, swiftly moving its scythe to slash him before he even landed, only to be met with a dagger to each wrist. Both John and the Thief swooped in from above, taking a skeleton hand each before backing away.

Bonifacius landed before using Colossus roar to grab the skeleton's attention.

It worked, the skeleton snapped towards Bonifacius as it was lifted into the air by the pocket of water it now found itself in.

"I got him!" Foxly exclaimed as from behind a tree appeared Steve,

"Here I go!" Steve said excitedly as a gust of sand came from his hand.

The water whirled in one direction, so quickly that it became white with foam, Steve used sand swirling in the opposite direction to erode the skeleton within.

After a cautious five minutes, Foxly finally released the spell as he breathed a sigh of relief, in the puddle of water lay a white, chalky pulp.

Slowly it began to take shape once more.

"It's not dead yet!" Steve exclaimed.

Everyone looked at the slime-like pulp.

"We must make haste and defeat it!" Bonifacius exclaimed.

"Hold on..." John said, hopping down from a tree with a loud crunch.

"Shit... I keep forgetting to activate cat's fall..." John thought.

With his now broken, shaky legs he John approached the skeleton-pulp.

He extended his hand towards the white pulp as the purple-black tendril make their way towards the skeleton's soul.

In an instant, JohnWillStab was greeted with silence.

The memories of this individual seemed blank at first sight.

No hearing, no scent, no taste, no feel, even sight was more of a stream of information than true sight.

JohnWillStab looked through the skeleton's memories and they were nothing more than blackness, since day one in this world, darkness.

The occasional thought came into view whenever his "eyes" saw Crown, "FIX IT!"

Within only minutes of feeling this void, JohnWillStab was starting to feel sick, he pulled his tendrils off the skeleton, as soon as their connection broke John gasped for air.

"What is it?!" Foxly asked.

JohnWillStab looked to the white pulp that slowly took shape, a piece of a skull was beginning to form, in one socket a green ball of light that acted as an eye.

Like a compass, it pointed towards one person as from behind John came the rest of the group, Crown and Revenberry.

JohnWillStab noticed this and came up with a theory.

John opened his friends-list communication and spoke directly to Bromy.

"What's up?" Bromy asked.

"We found the skeleton and... immobilized him..." John explained looking at the skeleton's remains.

"We'll be taking the leftovers to the little village," John continued.

"Right, I'll let Larry know..." Bromy replied before hanging up.

JohnWillStab scooped the skeleton pulp into a small sack and carried it over his shoulder.

"Quickly, before it gets bigger!" John exclaimed.

The Thief, Crown, Bonifacius, Foxly and Revenberry hurried back to the town where they met up with Bromy and Larry.

"We got him!" Foxly exclaimed,

Bromy lit a cigarette.

"What now?" he, looking at the bag.

Larry was looking through the homes in search of any remaining people.

"Crown, he's very obviously after you, Is this like you ex-skeleton?" John asked.

"I ONLY HAVE ONE SKELETON!" Crown replied.

"UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE!" she continued looking at Bromy.

"...hmmm" John scratched his head.

"Did you... piss off any skeletons in-game?" he asked.

"No... Nobody plays as a skeleton since its annoying, you can't see or hear anything - it's never meant to be played, but much like many other things, the devs never removed it..." Crown explained.

"I really dodged a bullet in chapter one... what if I picked a skeleton?!" John though trying to keep a straight face.

JohnWillStab got another idea.

"Did you, turn someone into a skeleton?" John asked.

"..." Crown thought about the question.

"Now that you mention it..."

Crown thought about it before remembering what happened.

"Two years ago, some guy tried to get me banned so I turned him into the worst race, undead, specifically the one-hundred percent decayed one!" she exclaimed with a sudden gasp of realisation.

"That explains it!" John said patting himself on the back.

"Mystery solved gang!" John exclaimed.

"That was fast..." remarked the Thief.

"Yeah, Bony did all the fighting..." Bromy sighed.

"Hold on, are you saying this is the person I turned into a skeleton?!" Crown asked.

JohnWillStab nodded.

"That would make sense, right?" he laughed.

"So... I screwed up his character..." Crown thought.

"He's stuck playing an undead... how terrible..."

"That last comment was unnecessary...!" John thought keeping a straight face.

"Yeah, well - he's been living without any senses for the last month!" John exclaimed.

"What?! Tis terrible!" Bonifacius exclaimed.

"In some less than ethical experiments done in the past, people couldn't deal with losing two senses for a few hours, imagine losing all of them for a month..." Bromy remarked.

Crown was overcome with a feeling of guilt.

"Wait... it's my fault...?" she thought.

"It's my fault this whole zone is wrecked..."

"It's my fault this random person lost his mind..."

"And I can't even fix it..."

Crown looked down to the ground.

"And now... he's going to have to be perma-killed or locked away somewhere because I fucked up..."

"Over a stupid game..."

A few tears began to run down Crown's face as she thought about the person she doomed, they could have had friends or family, maybe some of those people are in this world.

"I ruined an innocent person's life... over nothing..."

"I never wanted this to happen..." she said quietly.

Crown felt a hand push down on her head once more, she looked up and saw it was Bromy.

"Quit crying like its the end of the world, what kind of main character are you?" he sighed.

"I'm not-...!" she was cut off when Bromy called out into the forest.

"I know you're there, Malagmus! Get your ass out here!" Bromy exclaimed.

A few moments later Malagmus walked out of a nearby bush, seemingly unhurt.

"Oh, hi, didn't notice you there!" he laughed awkwardly.

Bromy let out a sigh.

"Make the skeleton a meat-suit," Bromy ordered.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Everyone looked at Bromy and Malagmus in awkward silence.

"Sorry, no can do!" Malagmus said with a shrug.

Crown looked down in defeat.

"I knew it was impossible..." she said.

Bromy gave Malagmus a cold stare.

"..."

Malagmus sighed.

"Maybe if I was to be compensated handsomely..." Malagmus began.

Crown looked up.

"I guess I do owe you guys a bit of an apology for bringing the skeleton here, he just kind of followed me so I signed him up for the fight," Malagmus continued.

"..."

"Wait, you can seriously make the undead not-undead?!" asked JohnWillStab.

"Like I said... If I was to be compensated fairly..." Malagmus repeated,

Bromy let out a sigh.

"Fine, what do you want?" he asked.

"Mmmm...." Malagmus scratched his chin.

"I dunno... It'll take me some time to figure that out... I think of that part afterwards!" Malagmus offered.

Bromy placed his hands in his pockets.

"Forget it, then,"

"Whatever," Malagmus shrugged.