The massive skeleton was hard at work preparing a meal for his mates. Cooking was a solace, something Horror could always resort to when nothing else works.

He enjoyed the experimental aspect of culinary arts, mixing up the recipes for his usual dishes in attempt to perpetually improve upon his craft.

The others have yet to complain, so clearly he was doing something right.

A deep rumble of a hum rises from his chest as the taste test proved satisfactory, and he got right back to it.