October 4, 2018; Big Mistake

Oh, I should not have drank so much last night. My bones ache, and I feel like the whole world is attacking me. Too much calcium-or perhaps vodka- isn’t good for a skeleton, especially one fighting an eternal war against the scourge of the human world.

There still has been no word from the Special Forces. Tomorrow, myself and a few others are being sent back to New York to investigate. I fear what we may find there, but I hope it’s not as bad as I’m imagining. If it is, we’re in huge trouble.

Something else is going on, too. I haven’t said anything to anyone else, because I don’t know if they have experienced it as well, and I don’t want them to think I’m insane. Last night I got woken up. I don’t know by what, because it was dark in my room and there was no unusual sound that I could hear. A chill began creeping up my spine, and I lay in fear, though I don’t know what I was afraid of. But I felt something, a ripple in the magical field. It was something stronger than I’ve ever felt before. It wasn’t skeleton- I know that much. But as far as we know, the Fuckboys haven’t yet learned how to tap into the magic around them. I don’t know what it was, but if it comes back again, I’m going to investigate. It might be something incredibly helpful to us- or something incredibly dangerous. Either way, we should know.

I might go and visit my mother’s grave soon. She was buried with “RIP” on her tombstone, so her skeleton and spirit have remained at peace while the rest of us fight. I wish she was here with me, but I’m also glad that she is able to rest safely.

Depending on how long I’ve been dead, Emory might still be alive. I don’t know how long it’s been, because I don’t come back every year. Time is weird for skeletons. Some years the Fuckboys are too weak too require all of our soldiers. Maybe I could go visit Emory; see how their life is going. They were a great partner.

I wouldn’t be able to talk to them, I know. Only the Fuckboys are allowed to see us. If we make ourselves visible to anyone else, there are severe consequences. But the Fuckboys- they’ve always been able to see us, even when we try to hide. Another one of the weird parts of Earth.

I need to rest. I have a big day tomorrow, and I’m nervous.

-M A R T Y

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