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 kind of 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 neighbourly...

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.