Cheshire & Bonejangles | A Good Day To You
Bonejangles was sitting at his piano, trying to figure out which notes should go next for his new composition and was beginning to feel tired. He hit the five lowest keys in unison at an attempt to show his aggression towards the piece and stood to grab a drink. As he was pouring himself a gin, he noticed a glimmer of light in the corner of the room. The last time Bon had seen that glimmer of light was the night he'd died a violent death and was about to step back in cowardice when it formed into a wide, menacing but welcome grin. He couldn't move. What was happening to him? It had to be the gin. The light seemed to grow larger as it brung itself closer towards him from the other side of the room. "What are you?" he whispered and to no surprise, the thing didn't answer at all and just kept on bringing itself to it's target. It was time Bonejangles gave up and so he sat on the floor and downed the whole glass he'd just poured, in waiting for his fate.