**Shed go up to him and pick him up, taking him back to her truck**

**SHe'd be kinda cunfused, but shed carry on. She'd reach the truck and she'd put him in the back seat** ((She has a pretty big truck))

**SHe'd get more worried about him, but she had to focuse on driving**

**SHe'd smile** No, your in a truck on the way to my mother's house where my brother can heal you.

**She'd blush lightly** Is that so? Well sorry hun, but I ain't no 'cute grim reaper'. **She'd laugh quietly**

***She'd laugh** Yeah right. No one has ever said that before! Especiualy the human part!

**She'd sigh** Thank you. Anyways, what were you doing back there? Do you remember?

**She'd make a weird face** Ah, well. If that's all you remember right now, maybe you'll be able to remember a bit more when we get to 'the house'.

So, what's your name?

**She'd look kinda surprized** I'm Sinicila, but just call me Cil. **She'd smile** You have an interesting name. Is that kind of name normal for whatever you are? Haha- Sorry if that's a rude question.

**She'd smile again** That's alright! Wanna sit up in the front? **She'd keep her eyes on the road but reach her arm over to the passenger seat**

((Was that his power o_o))

Shit- How hell did you do that?! I mean like- I can control minds and that shit- but what the frick-

((Lol- but XD)) We're almost there, so you should be- Holy shit- y-you are bleeding a lot more then I thought-

**She would look worried** **She'd pull over and grab some bandages from under her seat** **She'd lean over and rap the places where he was bleeding the most** Th-there.

It's fine, it wasn't plesant knowing theirs someone dying sitting next to you. **She'd get back in her seat and start to drive again**

Ahah- I don't think so- I don't know why I said that- uh- sorry- ((Afk for a minute))

Woah! Your good! **She'd smirk** Hehe- but not as good as me >=3 **She'd change the song to: Let me down slowly, by... ((I forgot who made it ;o;))** **She'd sing along and she would also sing perfectly as good as the original singer, but better**

((Oof- I've sang it so many times in class- Someone you loved is such a good song ;w;))

((Hehe- I'm also a singer, I was I could sing to ya rn ;>;))

Okay! **She'd smile, blushing lightly** **She'd get out of the car ((They got to the house))

**She'd look shocked** ColorBound! **She'd go over to him, but him up and run straight to the house, opening the door without knocking** ((I gtg! Family time UwU))

As he got closer, he saw that this was no animal. It looked like a skeleton, and yet, it bled. He gasped but then regained his composure, crouching next to the monster and reaching out his hand. He wasn't close enough to reach it. Forced to take one more step, he did. His head turned towards his left faster than he could realize. A body. A charred, featureless body, with its mouth wide open and its arms spread out; frozen, as if time had stopped for them. They wouldn't have been able to escape, either; they were stuck, forced in place by the seatbelt. His eyes widened. He couldn't tear them away. He moved one step closer to the animal, his eyes still locked on to the body, and stumbled and fell; forcing to tear his gaze away to the ground, slamming his hand against it for support. With no other option and an anxious breath, he reached out his hand to the monster, and pet it. It was cold. It felt harsh. But that was better. It took him away from reality.

how's your character shaped? I assumed it was an animal-like figure since most of this site's rpers are heavy furries afaik but it seems like it's really not, which is pretty cool. by the way animal or not petting still works. headpats best shit since sliced bread change my mind) It opened its eyes and talked. Whatever this thing was, it knew how to talk - worst of all, it had eyes. They looked distraught; gazing, sluggish and with a small flinch of pain, at every direction. They were injured. His chest hurt, and he felt hopeless. His hands shook and his breath quickened; as images of the body appeared on his mind - relentless and unforgiving. That anger he had felt earlier was replaced by pity and a sense of doom. "He-hey, are you okay?" He asked to the skeleton. The skeleton. This was a skeleton after all. In one swift moment, it all hit him at once. The body, the creature - the fire and his betrayal; it reached him, as fast as a car in a highway, that went off-track and rolled sideways.

He could only put his hands to his head as he whimpered, feeling a million emotions. With them, came thoughts. Thoughts of disappointment, self-doubt and of regret: He thought of this poor monster, whether or not it was a skeleton with eyes that could somehow bleed and talk. He thought of the poor driver. He thought of his girlfriend. Only clenching his hands and tearing his hair, he looked at the monster with tear-stricken eyes, awaiting a response.

I guess he's like your pfp? Kinda like sans. I'll think of him that way if you okay with that) His thoughts all shut down in a mere moment as he heard the creature talk. He didn't register his response. He could only but nod, wiping his eyes with his sleeve before shivering as he remembered the body, then standing up. He needed to talk, but words wouldn't come out of his mouth. Taking a deep breath, he tried to talk once again. "Do you," he said, his voice quiet, "need a ride?" He needs to take him somewhere - perhaps an hospital, but he doesn't think they treat skeletons. If that doesn't work, he can take it to his mother; she's the one who told him about their existence, after all.