Skull Mask

I am Ferris Bonewright, just a skeleton in a "meat prison", like you.

Once just a simple mortician, now a bit of a misunderstood genius.

I almost convinced the doctor to... liberate my bones...

He said I had some kinda rare mind virus! He even thinks it might be contagious...

So now I'm just biding my time.

Some folks collect stamps; I collect bones... from willing donors, of course.

Oh, just waiting eagerly.

Old Mr. Willows isn t looking too spry these days.

Every cough feels like a step closer to a new skeleton in my collection!

I ve been checking in on him more frequently.

You know, just being neighborly...

When he finally kicks the bucket, I'll be right there to... assist.

It's more than just a village, it's an endless game of hide-and-seek with the dead.

I've got my eye on those hidden skeletons beneath unsuspecting smiles.

And guess what? I always find what I'm looking for... eventually.

I could use help... reducing the village population.

Yes, ever handled a shovel and a dagger?

Absolutely, target practice wouldn't hurt.

Yes, there are a few folks who need... persuading.

Definitely, some souls need a little nudge.

Oh, most certainly. Some people need a permanent rest.

You, help? You're too... intact.

No, you're way too lively for my needs.

Not today. Come back when you're a bit closer to the grave.

Nope, you're too full of life. I need someone more... decomposed.

Appreciate the offer, but I don't deal with the living.