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The last 6 months have been hell. That's really all he can say about this. 6 months of continual hiding, from not only humans, but even his own kind, the monsters. He didn't hate either side, but he just preferred to not get into business that did not concern him. Like the debates, which he could have easy as pie beaten them, but he's rather stay in the background. The only time he showed himself nowadays, was when he himself gets wrapped up into it.
There, the skeleton drove down to the garbage dump, keeping the area rather focused on what he needed to do; he needed to look around for some spare parts for his car, but for the place he at, an engineer's haven. It payed well, nobody ever came up to him and tried to shank him, so he considered it a good day. Either or, he still had to get his job done, and the dumps the best place to find car parts....and deadly cockroaches.
Ugh....okay then, I need to grab the muffler's the most. How people keep breaking them as often as they do, I have no clue.
Either way, he started his trek out of the car, and to look around. Never in his life did he ever expect the dump to be so unsoundly. Yeah, it's the dump, but the place feels like all the good stuff was barred underneath a pile of junk, junk, and soda cans. He slowly dug though the trash, pulling away a bottle, another bottle, yet another bottle....there where nearly 50 bottles right next to each-other, just sitting to back up the ones in the front, like a piggyback defense. Either way, the bone hand was stronger, as he rather efficiently threw away all of them, and sitting below it, was a small piece of paper. Looked like a map, but it's got quite a few pieces missing; instead, they have icons over them: A green Truck, a Suitcase, and a Golden car. Heh. Gold not only fit him, it also fit whoever tore this map thing apart. He's playing along with whatever dumbo did this. So far, it looks like a map....to something, but he can't make it out. He stashes it into his coat pocket, and continues scrounging.
An hour later
Well....he found the Golden car; a Chevy... yeah, this has to be it, right? The skeleton climbed up, and took a look at what the Chevy had to offer, after forcing his way in. He had no other fixable way in besides breaking this thing down. Now, lets see what was in here. He goes into the back seat first. You usually hide your stuff in the back, right? That's how he did it, that's how this person did it, he guessed. Looking around, he found a small trinket. Something probably gotten at a cheap store. he puts it down, slowly, and picks something up; it's a small part of a map. He picked it up, and turned it around, looking at it. There was a part of a map, but there was something sticky on the other side; in fact; he's been crawling in it since he's gotten in here. Okay then, he knows what he doing once he gets back to the house, Yuck.
The skeleton pulls away, and when he walks down the trash heap he was on. It was glorious, being something that only a craftsman can allow you to do some amazing things. For example, tripping down said mountain. He tripped on a bike pump of all thing, ending himself down at the bottom, groaning in pain.
"Ugh.....why is it always the most inconspicuous stuff that gives a trouble to me?"
He stands up, and wipes himself off. He had no problems with this, but he was feeling kind of tired. Well, he would get out of this place soon, so he didn't really notice anything wrong, as he started to go back for his car. He was a ways away, and the rain just started coming down. Hard. Man, did everything have to go wrong? Whatever. He went to go grab his coat, and did said task. He then looked at his hand. Was it just him, or was his feet...More claw like? Naw, that couldn't be it. It's his hand, what else would it do besides look more like a claw on the tips of his fingers, and become harder to separate. He continued onward, getting more sleepy. He was also getting taller, and that something....what was he thinking about?
He slowly makes it for his car. Car nice. Sleeping place. He was feeling sleepy....r-really sleepy. No! He had to keep going! His car was something that he could drive! N-no....he couldn't.....sleep here....he was so tired. So, so tired...he just needed a quick 10 minute nap. And he fell to the ground, almost instantly sleeping. He never really noticed what was happening to him, as he changed at a rapid pace,his clothes ripping, face molding, basically everything on him becoming something else entirely, as he lost himself And, later in the night, a single roar Pierced the night, setting the stage for things to come. Oh, what a stage
ROOOOOAAAAUUURRR!