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   â âZ-zombie?!â
      âI must hand it to you, âzombieâ is a new one, you troglodyte.â
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@themightyskeletorâ
   â âZ-zombie?!â
      âI must hand it to you, âzombieâ is a new one, you troglodyte.â
A bucket of meat - Loghain/Skeletor
@atonings
     Skeletor was having an awful day through out Sector 3, keeping a hurried pace and trying his best not to make eye-socket contact with anyone. The people here were absolutely intimidating, and he was sure heâd seen at least 2 brandishing weapons. After bumping into a man and having a small altercation, Skeletor blasted him with energy and knocked him out, but this left him with only 2 more shots. Heâd never make it to the train station. Then he spotted a potential hero.
      âYou! The meatsack in the rusty bucket armor!â, Skeletor shouted, running up to a man who appeared to be on the older side, even down to his attire. He stepped behind him, keeping a hand on his shoulder, using him as somewhat of a human shield. âAlright, you tower of sheet metal, I, the mighty Skeletor, am now recruiting you to take me to the nearest train station. Youâll be promised a position in Ultra Snake Mountain once itâs finished!â, Skeletor bargained, even though Ultra Snake Mountain was possibly years away. Either way, if this guy believed it, that would mean safety for now.Â
Of all the things he could have said. It just had to bet that, didnât it? And, as usual, Josuke Higashikata went from 0 to 100 in an instant.
âOi, bonehead.. What did you just say about my hair..?â
     âHeh, Bonehead, good one. And I said it was stupidâ Skeletor repeated himself. âAre your ears stupid too?â, Skeletor mocked, not quite knowing what he was in for. He had a bad habit of pissing off the wrong folks.
âBut I DO think youâre a nice guyâ
     âI DO think youâre missing a chromosome, lady! Iâm no nice guy! Iâm the farthest from it!â
âMy fashion sense is top notch, thank you very much.â
     âIf you call a pre-schooler top notch, then absolutely! And what is with that stupid hair?!â
âYouâre from Eternia tooâŠ?â
     âHmmmm... You donât look like any Eternian I know... Believe me, Iâd remember a face as ugly as yoursâ
Getting Boned - Skeletor/Sans
@saturdaynightfemur
    Skeletor was surveying the ungodly Sector 2 once more, considering more and more investing into land there. It would be the perfect prefecture for Ultra Snake Mountain. Itâs just like the original Snake Mountain, but with more snakes. The thought of how righteous it would be soothed Skeletorâs evil beating heart for a few moments, until he bumped into someone of course. His head was looking off the path, at his hopeful future spot for Ultra Snake Mountain above a disgusting pool of waste, when suddenly he collided with a much smaller being.Â
     âLook here you dribbling idiot, watch your step or Iâll break your legs so you never step aga-â, Skeletor was cut short, seeing another brother by bone laying on the ground before him. âGood lord!â, Skeletor shouted, helping the small hoodie clad skeleton back up to his feet, which were wearing slippers. âMy apologies, bone face. I too, am a bone face! Iâm known as the MIGHTY SKELETOR!â, he shouted, raising his fake staff to the air as he pronounced his title. âMay I ask your title, my skinless friend?â
Mockery - Skeletor/Sei
@c4ptiveprincess
     Skeletor couldnât believe his eye holes. While making a run through his retched town of Sector 4, he spotted what could possibly be the biggest insult to him and his lifestyle to date.Â
     âHalt! I, the mighty Skeletor, demand that you take off that skeleton glove IMMEDIATELY! I wonât let such an honorable hand be worn with such a fashion disaster of an outfit!â Skeletor shouted, his anger hitting the roof. He just couldnât stand the appropriation of skeletal style into fashion. It wasnât right! He wasnât born with this bony face and he didnât think it was polite for others to make light of the skinless.Â
â Do you really think so? I was always told it was quite charming.. â
     âOh, I know so. Whoever told you that you were charming is not to be trusted any longer, boy.âÂ
(( mmmmm letâs get this second run going with an RP AD! capping at 5 likes, and theyâll range from small sentences to full starters, depending on how i feel. get to liking, flesh sacks! ))
â Your face is a skull!!! â
     âYour face is ugly!â
     âI hope you meatbags enjoyed your time away from me, but Iâve returned for this city and all of the buffoons in it!â
      âBahumbug.â
   ăâ ăâWell, in my opinion, Christmas is a whole lot better than Halloween. Christmas has loads of cool shit, yaâ know, snow and presents and good food. Lots of lights and decorationsâ itâs pretty fuckinâ sick.â
    âIâd imagine itâs pretty sick with how damn cold itâs getting around here! All of those things sound like they bring joy, and disgust me. Is there a way I could cancel Christmas?!â
   ăâ ăâWell, thatâs not very Christmas spirit-y of yaâ! Arson is not what Christmas is about!â
     âChristmas! All I hear about is this damn Christmas! First Halloween, now this! What in the world are any of these âholidaysâ anyway?!â
   ăâ ăâOkay, who wants to let me sit on their lap as I tell yaâ all I want for Christmas and my birthday, which âm gonna make sure no one forgets that itâs cominâ up soon.â
     âCome anywhere near my lap, and Iâll set that feather duster of a head on fire.â
⥠= offering a place to stay overnight .
âMy hood is wet and I am miserable. As long as I have a hinged door between us, I will accept your offer, you overzealous doof.â