#bones-n-pumpking-ask

[xenegrade-chronicles]

"So... Do you remember the one who kept you locked up?" He doesn't even look annoyed by these two, which is strange knowing how much he hates the original version of himself. "I am just curious. I think one numskull told me about her... some time ago." {Bones}

As they sometimes do when strangers they don’t know come up to talk to them in the midst of the woods, both the kiddos whirl around to stare at the Bones with bright glowy eyes. The overall effect of this is kinda like a couple of wild stray cats in the dark.  Pump is still sort of crouching down in the grass, arms wrapped around himself, recovering from the gunshots...he gives Bones a wary, wide eyed stare, clenching his hands into fists a little. He didn't usually react like this to new unknown people, it's just that the unexplainable inner workings of his mind got a sixth sense of Terrible Vibes from this odd lil' skeleton person. Plus, he was still feeling kinda sick and dizzy. don’t answer that stranger’s question, skid, don’t answer it, don’t don’t don’t, he thought hard into the head of his mentally conjoined brother. So Skid doesn’t answer it. Or more likely, he just didn’t remember the answer to that question in the same way Pump did, and also he was pretty curious about how familiar this stranger looked. Skid sort of skitters up to Bones and, moving in in a series of jarringly fast, small halting squirrel-like motions, looks at him from every angle. “HEY,” He said after a few moments, “wwhhhwho are YOU? ARE YOU A WOODS CRYPTID?” That was really weird. The sound and volume of his voice seemed to suddenly switch in the middle of his sentence, and then suddenly switch back. @bones-n-pumpking-ask

[forbidden-mom-friend]

Hey lila-b, there's a new couple of skids and pumps in town! They go by the name of Bones and Pumpking, have you seen them? And if so, what do you think of them?

“Oh, there it is. Well, I suppose it was only a matter of time until someone asked me right-out about them, hm? SiiiiIIigh. Well, here’s the tea.” She just sort of dramatically spoke out the drawn-out word of sigh instead of actually performing the action. “.....” “Of course I’ve seen them. Their very existences contradict both themselves and each other. While most other sorts of Skids and Pumps (and these two hardly share the definition, really!) I have seen are at the very beginning or midst of their stories with their whole intriguingly different lives ahead of them, these two are both wandering around aimlessly at the end of their ropes, and their respective bitter journeys through life. Not very admirable tales to tell at that, either...though I suppose I’m one to talk, in a way...” “To summarize in plain English, (since goodness, I’ve been rambling quite a lot of silly existential jargon, haven’t I--)” She counts off on her clawed fingers. “Rude. Unpleasant. Half senseless. Directionless. Hypocritical...Ah, and they even sometimes make attempts at a similar brand of trade to my own, which I can’t help but resent a little.” She turns away, examining the nails on a clawed hand. “In short, utterly uninteresting. But at least one half of them has good taste in complete nonsense, to even the odds.” “Oh, and a small fun fact, just as a light little footnote...” She flicks her wrist and with a tiny lil Mona Lisa smile, brings up a small specific snippet of dialogue in a wide oblong eye shaped viewport.

“"No immortal being is without weakness. Many a person in our world, all of whom don’t particularly have a date of death unless someone or something kills them outright, tend to believe themselves incapable of being killed until the very moment they are made dead, caught by complete surprise. So, to think that your immortality grants you invincibility as well...now, that right there is an especially foolish pride and prejudgement.”