Depression, Pain, Suffering, self-harm, Suicide thoughts, loneliness, sadness

A skeleton, sometimes still with rotting skin or bleeding eyes. He often carries items with which he’d like to end life. Often cries in a corner and does not connect with the others.

He doesn’t understand the others very well and is often left out. Why on earth would Bones go trough so much effort when we could be feeling better by just eating lots of food we like. It’s not like it matters in the end, we’ll die anyway… by his hand or fate. Order used to be like his best friend but she left him for Chaos, it just proves why there’s no reason to make friends. Loneliness will always come back…