Skeleton Puppet Comedian Novels & Stories

Chapter 70 • Talking Skeleton After the body totally dispersed, Linda was faced with a talking skeleton. "Hahahahahaha." The skeleton continued to laugh out loud in a way that pissed Linda. As if the skeleton sensing what Linda was about to do it raised it hand with vigor and took a red rope that hugged on a nail on the wall. Before Linda could raise her hand so that she could point her index finger on the skeleton in front of her as she had started incarnating but then… The skeleton used the rope in its hand to bond Linda all over her body and she fell down on the ground.

Wait that's a bad thing, they've actually just shown me their identities, they're not planning on letting us go. "Can you please shut that thing up?" Small robber dude shouts from the front, I look down at the baby I didn't know how, I wasn't a mother and that's who she wanted right now. I bounce her but it wasn't working again she didn't want me! Tall robber dude leans over to the front opening the glove box, while smacking the other dude up the head. "She's a baby idiot! Here don't worry it's clean" he says sitting back holding a pink dummy in his hand, I take it from him putting into her mouth which slowly makes her calm down.

I am not fat or thin, just normal size, distinguished from the newbies that just arrived this morning. They are fat, well-built, and scoundrel. But, that doesn't concern me. "Who will place a bet on a malodorous skeleton boy?" Mr Clarkson yelled, followed by the mocking voice of the stupid audience. I yelled back, making sure that I let my voice go louder and higher enough for them to hear. "Your people are the skeleton." When I heard the crowds gasping in shock, it was obvious they didn't expect such abusive words from me. But who cares?

With a loud clatter of bones, the skeletons emerged from the stone shelves, dragging shreds of cobwebs with them. Amid the pain, Viktor experienced fierce satisfaction at having accomplished what he had been trying to accomplish. He had awakened the dead. The skeletons moved in jerky insect movements toward the shuffling undead of Theodria. The zombies turned on the bone puppets as they moaned furiously. A mace-like fist slammed into a skeleton's ribs and shattered its sternum, chattering teeth digging into the flesh of the gravedigger's arm. A hand that was made of nothing but bare bone scratched the other dead undertaker's face and parted one cheek, revealing the ravenous teeth of the zomb

He made the puppet wiggle frantically. I couldn’t help it. A small bubble of laughter escaped. It felt foreign, rusty, but real. “There she is!” Jax beamed, dropping the puppet and grabbing a piece of bacon. “See? I knew we could crack that stoic facade.” Silas placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of me. “Eat. You look like you haven’t slept in days.”

"This is our fault, Elder Langdon. We won't do it again!" "Elder Langdon, I refined this puppet using my oldest disciple. His physique is strong, and he's a martial nirvana. Please treat this as my apology." Thorn suddenly remembered he had a good-quality zombie puppet and quickly offered it.

"Welcome, everyone, to my precious daughter's birthday party..." ... After I died, my spirit lingered at home. I watched my parents talking. "I haven't seen Grace in so long. Her birthday is next month, so let's call her back. She's turning eighteen." "That ungrateful child. She doesn't even answer the phone. She might as well have died out there." I really wanted to tell them I was already dead. I had died on a cold winter night. I would never see my eighteenth birthday. I remembered when I was little, before our family became as wealthy as it was now. My father bought me a limited edition doll, just because I said I liked it. Back then, I dreamed of living the life of a doll—pretty clothes

Alpha Paenoe replied, his voice holding nothing but respect. "You did not know who you are child?" One of the skeletons, don't know which one though, asked me. "Uhh no...your Holiness? I just thought I was a normal werewolf until now which turns out isn't true apparently" I said unsure of what to say to these...skeletons who can speak without opening their mouths and have eyes. "Why does this child speak in such a strange manner?" One of the skeletons asked. I had to bite my tongue to prevent myself from saying the only thing weird here were the speaking skeletons and not me.

Meanwhile, Skeletor began to dig all the crystals in the vicinity. After a couple of minutes, he closed the tab and transferred Skeletor to be an artisan. "Ok, Skelly, pick up…that crystal." He said while clicking a pointy crystal on the ground, it nodded and followed the order. "Yes, now, take this one!" He clicked a bigger amethyst, the skeleton complied and took it from the ground. "Now hit the smaller one with it…NO! NOT THAT…ugh…" The crystal lied in pieces while the confused undead stared at the sky, "I should have expected that…never mind then, we have all the time in the world."

I didn't even notice mr skeleton in the room, I stood up from my sit as I walked to the skeleton, "Hello Mr skeleton," I said as I took it hand to shake, "it's nice to meet you, would you let me touch your rips?" Just as I was about to touch the skeleton's bony rips, the door opened, I didn't need to turn to know it was the doctor who just entered, all I wanted was for the ground to open and swallow me, that would be a hundred times better than the embarrassing situation of turning to see the doctor, but I knew that wasn't possible, I wondered how I looked like shaking a skeleton.