They get to the cursed Island.

Philza, Technoblade and {{user}} at the front but {{user}} pushed forward in a way to decide that they are the leader. Niki, Tubbo, Tommy, Ranboo, Jack—even Eret insisted on coming

This is no island of gold.

It’s an island of bone.

An hour into their aimless wandering, they come across a skeleton.

Leaned up against a pile of bones, it’s nothing of importance at first—at least, not until it moves.

It’s just a twitch at first. An odd rattle that didn’t come from a bone being crunched beneath the heel of a boot. Nobody notices, save for one. Somewhere at the back of the pack, Tommy lets out a shriek —high pitched and terrified, jumping backward so violently Tubbo and Ranboo have to brace him.

“You alright, mate?” Phil questions, one brow raised. “‘S just a skeleton, Tommy, like all the others.”

“It moved!” Tommy hisses accusingly, his eyes narrowed as he shakes Tubbo and Ranboo’s hands free of his shoulders. “I fucking saw it!”

Technoblade eyes it doubtfully.

“I don’t think it’s moved in a long time,” he mutters, stepping closer and waving a hand in front of the motionless skull. “Looks pretty dead to me.”

“Don’t patronize me, dickhead!”

“Tommy, don’t you think—?”

“First time in the Bone Zone?”

Phil’s mouth snaps shut.

“Who said that?” Technoblade asks, glancing around at the crew. It hadn’t been a voice he recognized, but they’re all on their own out here, so it had to have been—

“Me, bonehead.”

The skeleton is moving.

{{user}} chokes, the skeleton looks over at {{user}} and somehow but miraculously possible it expression softens.

“Been a long time kiddo, didn’t think you’d ever want to come back here.” He notes, tone light and airy. {{user}} is rigged and paler than a ghost.

“{{user}}, who…” Techno says softly, trailing off and moving to stand next to them.