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She could feel it. She could feel the dirt in her skull, between her bones, in her mouth. Ew. Let's just say don't eat dirt.
She had died, it seems. And now she was alive. As a skeleton. Great. Necromancy exists.
Testing herself out, she wiggled her fingers and toes, and opened her eyes. Somehow, the dirt above her didn't fall in. As she peeled back her eyelids, a soft pink glow appeared. Not taking the time to wonder why her eyes had something pink and glowing, she soon realized she wasn't breathing and didn't have to breathe. Delving through her thoughts, she found that she didn't have a single memory, even a name. Deep inside, she felt she was female, though.
The dirt packed tight around her was starting to worry her, so she gently flipped her hands around with the space she had and started to scrape at the soil with her fingers while wiggling the rest of her body to loosen the dirt. Soon, she had a larger pocket and could take a look at herself.
First she got as much dirt as she could out of her skull, providing instant relief from the itchiness. Her bones seemed thicker than a normal human's, sometimes fusing together in unnatural ways. They were dirt stained, but scraping her phalanges across one of the bones in her forearm to get the dirt away proved they were pearly underneath. The pink glow was still coming from her eyes, so she stuck one of her fingers in and felt the finger poke at something sensitive, causing her to jerk the finger away. Wondering if she had a tongue, she opened up her mouth and stuck in a finger to see. She kinda wanted a tongue...just as she thought it, a tongue materialized under her probing finger. Sticking it out through her pointy teeth, she saw that it was longer than a human tongue would be, and was that same soft pink. Thinking, she thought about having hair, envisioning in her mind what it would look like, and boom, there it was, pink and down to her mid-back.
Wondering about something, she focused on her crotch reason, and willed a pussy into existence. Playing around, she also made a dick and some boobs, one at a time. Nodding at the knowledge that she could, in fact, still do the dirty, she willed the pink magic away. Glancing down, she saw a shape in her ribcage. She drew it out like she had been doing it her entire life, and saw that it was a white upside down heart. Poking it gently caused her to heat up, and she could feel pricks of pleasure. She put it away, and set back to the task of digging out.
A few minutes went by, and the pocket got bigger and bigger, until she burst through the top on one of her scoops. The entire dirt ceiling fell away, revealing florescent white light to her sensitive eyes. Sticking her head out, she saw she was in a room, the soil she had just dug out of in an untiled patch in the center. There was a mirror on one wall, which she knew to have someone behind, watching her, and a door.
Using the muscles she no longer had, she climbed out of the hole and stared into the mirror. Something about it...
It made her mad.
Quickly finding her voice, she growled, walking toward the mirror. It quickly grew to an enraged scream, and she slammed straight into the shiny surface, aiming to break the fragile material. Several long cracks were left, and she went again, this time punching the mirror with all her might. A small section shattered, and she took the opportunity to start tearing at it. There had been commotion going on on the other side since when she slammed against it first, but she paid no mind as she kept smashing apart the mirror.
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The scientists of the Guild on the other side were freaking out. Some were trying to call someone to get them in the room to try and sedate the enraged skeleton, some were gathering as many materials and equipment as they could, and still others were trying to simply shove their way out the door, wanting to escape certain doom.
Eventually they all got out, and they could hear the skeleton smashing and ripping things inside, punctuated here and there by a furious scream.. The lock clicked from the inside and it was then that they knew they weren't getting back in there for a while without at least minor injury if they were lucky.
Everyone was breathing heavily, and it was then that one scientist said:
"It's a jinx."
Though they were afraid to say it, they were right. This experiment was a mistake, but there wasn't a way to get rid of the bony thing. Anyone that went near was likely to die, and they weren't sure if it slept, being a skeleton.
There was a possibility of further experiments, if they managed to transport it into a more specialized room. Nothing like this had ever happened with this particular experiment. The most that had ever happened was minor twitching in the corpse used. Maybe it was because they had used a skeleton instead of a corpse with flesh still on it...
There were so many possibilities, and nearly everyone at the Guild was crazy enough to carry through with anything. Yes, there would be time for tests.
S-1 would do them whether it liked them or not.
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Once she was finished destroying every single thing in the room, S-1, who did not realize she had been named yet, took every scrap of paper and other softish materials and carried them into a corner. If they were to be in here for a bit, as there was sure to be people monitoring the other side of the door, might as well make the place nice.
The materials got spread out in the corner in a rectangle shape, making a make-shift bed. Filing cabinets that had been knocked down in her rage were placed around the 'bed' in a protective shape. S-1 spread glass shards on the floor as a sort of caltrops. The glass wouldn't pierce her bony feet, but flesh and fabric would get shredded.
After piling the remaining furniture in front of both doors as a barricade, S-1 took to pacing around the room with the hole. That's when she started to really think.
What is my purpose? and Why was I summoned back? were some of the more serious questions, interjected frequently with thoughts like I'm going to fucking murder the next person I see.
That is, until she heard rummaging coming from the door in the lab. Quickly retreating into the bed space, S-1 peered through a strategically placed gap at the door. Eventually, light streamed through the gaps in the furniture, and a quiet groan could be heard. S-1 smirked.
She was actually feeling really giddy all of a sudden, and came out of her cave, as she was now calling it, to bounce forward to the barricade. Giggling quietly, she stuck her face into a larger opening and brightened her eyes, making sure to show off her sharp teeth. The person behind the wall jumped back at the sudden face, so S-1 pulled her face into a sinister look, staring intently at the man. He looked at her warily, and then called out in a language S-1 understood.
"Could I please have some help? S-1 is sticking its face through the barricade and is looking at me, and I don't want to touch anything in case it injures me." he said, calling out to the right.
Surely enough, a woman soon appeared in S-1's line of sight, taking a brief look at her before turning to the man and saying, "I'll go around to the other door. Chances are, it's blocked up that one too, but S-1 likely won't expect someone to come from there."
Scowling, S-1 withdrew her face, retreating to sit on the frame that once held the mirror so that she could watch both doors at once. Nearly immediately after she sat down, the second door opened quietly, and S-1 could see through the cracks the woman. She began to quietly remove furniture, while the man at the first door started loudly taking pieces from it.
Giddiness gone and anger back, S-1 slipped into the cave, planning a sneak attack for whoever came in. If one got dragged into the cave, the other was sure to go running, and S-1 would get to relieve some of the rage through terrorizing the victim.
S-1 saw the last pieces get removed, and then both the lady and the man took a beeline for the cave, as it was the only place S-1 could have hidden, kicking away glass with their shoes as they went.
The woman was the first the peek her head in. But no matter how cautiously she did it, S-1 was still there to grab her and drag her in. The man ran out, maybe to call for backup, and the woman was left with S-1.
As soon as the man was gone, S-1 snapped her head back to the panicking lady on the ground. She tried to fumble for her walkie, but S-1 was faster. She pinned her down by the arms, snatching the device and placing it far enough away that the woman couldn't grab it.
Then she moved one of her hands to the woman's neck, holding her gently while keeping her still while she circled around to behind her head. The woman was whimpering, powerless, seeming to have given up.
But it was all a ruse. S-1 was hoping the woman would be the one that she took, as she would have definitely killed the man. The woman, though...
S-1 had seen clearly the barely concealed fear in this woman's eyes as she looked at the man. Clearly he had done something to her, and S-1 didn't like that. So S-1 planned to take to woman, let the man run, and then comfort her.
Propping the scared woman up on her lap, S-1 removed her hand from her neck and separated a clump of loose blond hair on the woman's scalp. S-1 knew that in life she had enjoyed having her hair played with, so she was hoping it would help this woman calm down. A pretty tune came to S-1, so she started to hum softly while braiding the hair.
Understandably confused, the woman asked, "Wh-what are you doing?" while trying to pull away.
Gently, S-1 soothed in a voice that was slightly rough from not being used much, "Shh, it's fine. I won't hurt you."
"You can talk?" The woman said, surprised.
"Yes. I had to get you away from that man. I saw how scared you were of him..." S-1's voice drifted off.
Little tears came to the corners of the woman's eyes. "You...you saw that?"
Securing the braid by looping the strands in an easy to undo knot, I moved to a different section, starting another braid. "I did. You don't have to tell me what happened between you two, but I know it's something very unpleasant."
The woman's body relaxed, and she heaved a sigh. "I'm sorry you have to be trapped in here."
"You have nothing to be sorry for, unless you were someone who explicitly worked on whatever brought me back." Another braid done.
The lady shifted nervously. "Can...can I ask you some questions?"
S-1 raised a bone brow, before starting on a third braid, this one on the top of her head. "If you'd like."
"One, do you have a name? Two, do you have any memories of your previous life? Three, what gender are you? Four, would it...would it be possible for you to not attack someone if they came into your room?" the woman asked.
Focusing mainly on the braid, S-1 said "No, no, female, and yes, as long as it isn't that man."
"Just so you know, we'll be calling you S-1, for Success 1 or Skeleton 1, for now, if that's fine. If you'd like I could give you a name?"
S-1 thought about it. A name sounded nice. "Yeah, sure. Pick something femme, but still badass."
The woman thought for a bit. After a bit, she was still thinking, and S-1 had finished the middle braid, which was a larger French braid. She had just started wrapping the center braid loosely with the side braids when the woman said "What about Jinx?"
S-1, now Jinx, cracked a smile. "Perfect." Finishing up the lady's hair, Jinx undid the smaller braids' knots, and clumped the ends together with the big braid. "Do you have a hair tie?" When the woman handed one back, Jinx secured it on the end. Since the small braids were shorter than the big one, there was a big section after that was like a ponytail, but it just pulled the look together. "You look beautiful. Now, run off. I'm thinking those reinforcements that man called for will be here soon, and I wouldn't like them to see me toying with your hair."
Smiling, the woman exited the room, leaving Jinx on the 'bed'. Tired from all the excitement, Jinx made sure all the doors were closed and laid down. It wasn't long before she was passed out.