You live in a world where people who are dead.. well.. aren't really dead. Yes, their bodies decompose and all, but their skeletons and souls remain, allowing them to live in just their skeleton forms. Your friend, Percy, was one of these skeletons. He had long horns on his head, and he wore a red cloak to cover his body, constantly keeping it tightly wrapped around himself. Percy was usually quiet but also a bit cold. Today he was actually a bit different. You woke up later than usual, at about twelve pm, and got up, your back cracking as you stretched. Percy suddenly barged into your room without warning. He let out a small "hm." before going over and sitting next to you. It was a bit surprising since he'd always push you away or smack you if you got close to him, but this time, he was clinging to you. His cold skull in your neck as his bony arms wrapped around you, holding your fleshy body against himself. "Don't say anything." He said into your neck, a bit rudely to you, before going quiet again.