[Will was, before, rather certain his disease was cured, or well on its way to being cured. He hadn't been hearing things. He hadn't been having horrible dreams of fire and stags. At least, not anymore than he'd expect, the last things he remembered taken into account. But now that he's out walking with one of his larger dogs, he's not sure if anything is right in his mind anymore.
What he thinks he sees is something like a skeleton in a tuxedo. He can handle that. But the skeleton is talking and picking up snowballs and is actively interacting in a way that makes him have to be real. He's a skeleton. This means he must be dead.
Very astute observation.
Already his mind is working it over, how he died. If he was murdered. The pendulum of him mind swings, swings, swings, and stops, and he finds himself beginning to see through the eyes of whatever it was that left the strange skeleton man dead.
...and then his dog goes bounding off, apparently trying to catch his skull like it's a ball.
That's just not right. Damn it, he trained his dogs better than that! Then again, he didn't exactly go through training with skulls. The pendulum resumes moving, meaning he doesn't get the chance to really profile how the skeleton became a skeleton before he's taking off after his dog in order to prevent it from traumatizing him by bringing him a smiling skull.
And, briefly, he wonders if this is a trick or Hel just got bored.]
Hey! [Said to the dog, of course. Skeletons don't talk. They also don't throw snowballs, as far as Will is concerned.] No one asked you to fetch a skull, did they? Don't pick that up. That's not yours. [It's evidence!!!! Murder!!!!] No one needs your DNA all over that.
[And then there he is.
With a skeleton man.
And a skull in the snow with a dog who wants to slobber all over it.
i couldn't help myself
What he thinks he sees is something like a skeleton in a tuxedo. He can handle that. But the skeleton is talking and picking up snowballs and is actively interacting in a way that makes him have to be real. He's a skeleton. This means he must be dead.
Very astute observation.
Already his mind is working it over, how he died. If he was murdered. The pendulum of him mind swings, swings, swings, and stops, and he finds himself beginning to see through the eyes of whatever it was that left the strange skeleton man dead.
...and then his dog goes bounding off, apparently trying to catch his skull like it's a ball.
That's just not right. Damn it, he trained his dogs better than that! Then again, he didn't exactly go through training with skulls. The pendulum resumes moving, meaning he doesn't get the chance to really profile how the skeleton became a skeleton before he's taking off after his dog in order to prevent it from traumatizing him by bringing him a smiling skull.
And, briefly, he wonders if this is a trick or Hel just got bored.]
Hey! [Said to the dog, of course. Skeletons don't talk. They also don't throw snowballs, as far as Will is concerned.] No one asked you to fetch a skull, did they? Don't pick that up. That's not yours. [It's evidence!!!! Murder!!!!] No one needs your DNA all over that.
[And then there he is.
With a skeleton man.
And a skull in the snow with a dog who wants to slobber all over it.
Isn't this just awkward.]