Skeleton Puppet Comedian Novels & Stories

' He thought as he lunged toward the skeleton, letting out a monstrous howl. Beast Yao Tai threw his stone with all his might, causing the barren skeleton soldier's skull to crack with a disgusting crack. The skeleton faltered from the force of the blow, opening up an opportunity that would be perfect for a quick-witted Goblin to take advantage of. While the skeleton was unbalanced, Yao Tie jumped into the air, using all of his weight to kick the skeleton to the ground. And as soon as the skeleton fell, It was filled with a wave of goblin punches, each one echoing the sound of broken bones throughout the room.

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

By the time I looked closely, I saw a throne and a skeleton dressed in an elegant robe was seated on it. "What the--" It's eyes suddenly glowed green and it's gaze was solely on me. I almost threw the lamp and ran back but I couldn't move no matter how hard I tried. I looked down to my legs and I found out rocks had already been molded to them. I stared at those eyes again, they reminded me of Levi. My breaths hung in my throat and my heart pounded like crazy. Something about this skeleton spelt doom! "Aaron Harrington." The Skeleton muttered, my eyes exclaiming in horror. "I've been waiting for you."

Sariel squeaked, using his ice to freeze a skeleton that was almost close to him. Unfortunately, his ice didn't hold and the skeleton burst out, running faster as it raised it's sword. Prince Ludiciel instantly appeared in front of Sariel and punched back the skeleton. His power was enough to blow a hole in a mountain but the skeleton was only pushed a few spaces back before it began to run towards them again. "Damn it." Prince Ludiciel cursed, holding his hand. "That hurt. The skeleton is extremely hard and heavy. I don't think we can fight these things head on."

"You already have the deadpan sarcasm down to an art form." Gavin laughed, taking off his glasses to clean them on his shirt. "Hey, if I'm being forced into participating in this elaborate Halloween production, I'm going all in. I already ordered Thing. You know, the creepy disembodied hand that crawls around. It's animatronic and everything." Lucas groaned from the couch, looking genuinely pained. "You're all taking this way too seriously." "That's because you have no Halloween spirit," Piper teased, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You're like the Scrooge of Halloween."

“A friend of mine is a comedian and he does shows in human territory. He is doing one about 30 minutes away tonight, and he offered tickets for us if you are interested.” I raised my eyebrows. “Who is your friend?” “Buster McGee.” The excitement hit me fast and hard. Buster McGee was/is a young hottie-comedian who had made his way to fame through Z-tube. Basically, after several clips of his sex-inspired comedy went viral, he was propelled to fame and he began doing large, sold-out shows all over the world. “What??? He’s a werewolf? And your friend?” “Yes and yes. What do you think?”

“Your parents are not dead. You’re not easy to control! You aren’t suitable to be a puppet!” “Unfortunately, I, Harvey York, am not a puppet either.” “No one has the right to make me a puppet!”

"For now. My hounds do not like metal. It breaks their teeth." The creature stood up. It was tall, impossibly thin. Its bones clicked like dice in a cup. "But hunger is creative, Warden. If you cannot eat the nut... you eat the soil around it." The Skeleton walked to the ventilation shaft. He sniffed the air drifting down from D.C. "The boy is safe. But his garden..." The Skeleton smiled. His teeth were needles. "The garden is soft." He reached into his rags and pulled out a handful of dust. It wasn't gray dust. It was red.

“Are those real skeletons in those things?” I nodded, “Yes, but you can relax about who died to donate them, you can order them from medical facilities all over the world. Whoever they were, they’ve been long since dead and probably died from benign mundane things like heart attacks or cancer or something years ago.” “Where are their legs?” She walked up to one examining its macabre structure. I shrugged, “I dunno, must be why I got them all half off.” She groaned like I’d just punched her in the gut and turned to look at me with a grimace, “Really? That was a horrible joke.”

I couldn’t see his face, not that it would make a difference since he had no face, but I wondered if my question made him sad. “I’m not much of anything,” he said. “Just a guy who fucked up and was cursed to live for all eternity. But not in a cool, sexy way, like a vampire. Just cursed to slowly rot and erode. Eventually I’ll just be dust, when these bones start to disintegrate in millions of years.” “That sounds… lonely,” I said. I couldn’t explain it, but I was starting to feel genuinely bad for this strange talking skeleton. He shrugged. “You get used to it. That’s why I decided to hang out in that anatomy lab. I like seeing all of the students come and go.”