The Skeleton Lad Has a Massive Payload

"Come on, Wig, explode!"

That's the order I hear most often from my buddies. Ever since I handed over my contract, I've been an explosion machine. But I enjoy exploding. That warm feeling briefly drives away the chill I've had since birth.

So I'm happy every time I die, and empty every time I come back to life.

I can't go looking for a master myself, so I wait for someone who knows what I'm worth to come find me. In a way, I'm like a mercenary.

I figured this was how my life would go, even though it would never end.

Then one day, the Skeleton King suddenly told me that the visitor outside the graveyard was nothing like the usual do-gooders and busybodies.

I didn't have much to say. From the start, obedience was the only choice I had.

And so my skeleton life changed

Changed how, you ask? Doo doo da doo doo da.