Spooky skeleton

Spooky skeleton
Monster ID	1419
Locations	Dreadsylvanian Castle
Hit Points	1000
Attack	500
Defense	500
Initiative	25
Meat	None
Phylum	undead
Elements	spooky
Resistance	None
Monster Parts	head, arm, leg, torso
Drops old dry bone, Freddy Kruegerand, Dreadsylvanian Almanac page
Manuel Entry
refreshedit data

 You're fighting Prisoner #840690: "Ghastly Armbone" Credge

Sentence: 23 Years in Boiling Oil

Crime: binding a book with human skin

As you cautiously make your way down the dimly-lit castle hallways, you gradually become aware of a quiet scratching noise. A scratching, scrabbling, scraping sort of noise.

scritch scritch scrape scritch scrape

You turn and look behind you, but there's nothing there.

scrape scrape scratch skitter sssscrape

You carefully do a complete turn, checking every shadow around you. You don't see anything.

scritch scritch scrape scratch skitter

Eventually it occurs to you to look up. The skeleton directly above you, clinging to the ceiling, rotates its head 180 degrees with a creeeeak to stare down at you, then lets go.

Hit Message(s):

The skeleton asks you "Why?" in a tiny little-girl voice. You shudder. Ouch! Ow! (spooky damage)

The skeleton stares at you with its horrible black eye-sockets. You flinch away from its gaze, but not before you see flickering images of dead family members. Eek! Ooh! (spooky damage)

The skeleton tells you exactly where and when and how you're going to die. Spoiler alert: it isn't going to be pretty. Ow! Eek! (spooky damage)

The skeleton stands and clacks its teeth at you. Click-clack, tick-tock. You feel the seconds draining away from your lifespan. Click-clack, tick-tock. Ooh! Eek! (spooky damage)

The skeleton unleashes a screeching howl that shakes you to your very bowels. I mean soul. Well, also soul. Ow! Oof! (spooky damage)

Critical Hit Message:

The skeleton leans in close to your ear, and whispers a secret that it could not possibly have known. Oof! Argh! Ooh! Ugh! Ugh! Eek! Oof! (spooky damage)

Miss Message(s):

The skeleton holds a flashlight under its chin and goes "Woooooo~!" You aren't impressed.

The skeleton takes a moment to just stand and stare at you. It's creepy, but fortunately that's all.

The skeleton asks you "Why?" in a tiny little-girl voice. "Because shut up," you reply.

The skeleton unleashes a screeching howl. Fortunately, you already had your fingers in your ears for some reason.

The skeleton stands and clacks your teeth at you. It's unnerving, but it's better than actually being attacked.

Fumble Message:

The skeleton just stands and twitches for a bit. (FUMBLE!)

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After Combat

You acquire an item: old dry bone (.1% chance)*

You acquire an item: Freddy Kruegerand

You acquire an item: Dreadsylvanian Almanac page (.1% chance)*

You gain ??? <substat>.

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Occurs at Dreadsylvanian Castle

Notes

• This monster cannot be copied.
• The Freddy Kruegerand and Dreadsylvanian Almanac page drops are not affected by item drop modifiers. They are similar to the beer lens drop and drops from crates. In particular, they can still drop after being stomped.
• This monster has elemental resistant which increases with the difficulty of the zone.
• If any elements are banished, starting combat with a spooky Dreadsylvanian curses you, giving one of the messages:
  • A black crow flutters down to a tree branch near you and meows loudly.
  • You feel the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.
  • A ghost shrieks in the distance, breaking your concentration without even apologizing. You shiver.
  • The wind whistles through the trees nearby, startling you and making you lose track of what you were doing. A chill runs down your spine.
  • The creepy vibes in this place really mess with your head. You shudder.
  • A black cat looks up at you and says, "what are you staring at, jagoff?" It hisses and crosses your path as it leaves.
  • You shudder. Something isn't right, here.

You acquire an effect: Curse of Exposure (duration: N Adventures)

or

You acquire an effect: Curse of Impotence (duration: N Adventures)

or

You acquire an effect: Curse of Forgetfulness (duration: N Adventures)

or

You acquire an effect: Curse of Misfortune (duration: N Adventures)

or

You acquire an effect: Curse of Weakness (duration: N Adventures)

or

You acquire an effect: Curse of Hollowness (duration: N Adventures)

or

You acquire an effect: Curse of Dullness (duration: N Adventures)

or

You acquire an effect: Curse of Clumsiness (duration: N Adventures)

or

You acquire an effect: Curse of Loneliness (duration: N Adventures)

or

You acquire an effect: Curse of Sluggishness (duration: N Adventures)

or

You acquire an effect: Curse of Vulnerability (duration: N Adventures)

• Effect duration, N is the number of times a noncombat in in the village has modified monsters this run.
• Getting hit by a spooky Dreadsylvanian in combat causes a loss of MP, giving one of the messages:
  • You struggle to stay alert, your mental acuity fading as this place drains your energy.
  • You find yourself losing focus, unable to concentrate.
  • Your energy drains away, leaving you feeling exhausted.
  • Just holding onto your sanity in this place drains your energy.
  • You slump forward, suddenly exhausted.
  • You suddenly feel inexplicably sleepy.
  • You groan. It feels like you haven't eaten in days.
  • Your eyes glaze over as your willpower drains away.
  • You shudder and feel energy drain from you.
  • Your eyes unfocus as you feel your mental energy draining away.

You lose Y Mana Points.

• The name, image, and introduction text of this monster are all randomly selected:

A skeleton shuffles toward you, arms outstretched, teeth chattering loudly. It hisses at you, and unexpectedly, the hiss almost sounds like a word: "Teeth." It stumbles forward, still chattering, still hissing. "Teeth. Teeth. Teeth." As it gets closer, you can see that the constantly-chattering teeth are all different colors and sizes. It reaches for your mouth.
Further up the castle hallway, you spot a skeleton shuffling around in a tattered and threadbare floral-print housecoat. You ready your weapon and move forward to attack, and as the skeleton senses your presence, it whirls around. The housecoat flaps open. The skeleton has another, smaller skeleton hanging just below its ribcage. Like the skeleton of a monkey, or... or... a doll. Yes, that must be what it is. A doll skeleton. Which is jeering and clacking its little teeth at you.
A skeleton approaches you, its teeth chattering, its movements stuttering and twitchy. You stand your ground firmly. "I bet you think you're frightening," you say. "Well, I'm not scared of you!" The skeleton pauses, then says, "Everyone you love will eventually die and leave you all alone. The only way to avoid this loneliness is for you to die first. The universe is incomprehensibly large and chaotic, and far from missing you, it will not even notice your departure, any more than it noticed your arrival. The inevitable fate of all life is oblivion." "That's... better," you say.
As you turn the corner in the castle hallway, you encounter a skeleton. You charge in for the attack, and the skeleton jumps back, and waves its hands at you frantically to stop. Puzzled by this unexpected turn of events, you lower your weapon. The skeleton nods at you, then points to its left leg. You notice that it has a healed fracture in the middle of its left shin, and it occurs to you that you broke your leg in the same place in a bicycle accident when you were twelve. Then the skeleton points to its right humerus, about an inch below the shoulder. There's a healed fracture there too, in the same spot you broke your arm while skiing about three years ago. "Okay, well," you say, "that's an interesting coincidence, but..." The skeleton steps closer, and points to its front teeth; the lower-left one has a chip out of it, identical to the chipped tooth you got in a tavern brawl last week. "Shut up!" you say, and raise your weapon. The skeleton grins at you, as though daring you to attack it.
A skeleton approaches you, staring intently with its empty sockets, and begins to whisper at you: "So hot..." "What?" you ask. The unfathomable depth and blackness of its gaze is almost dizzying. "You must be so hot in all that skin. Stifling. Sweltering. Take it off. Take it off and feel the cool air on your bones. Take it off and join us." Now that it mentions it, you do feel rather... warm... Your skin is hot. And heavy. And it itches. You feel like you're wearing a heavy winter coat in the summertime. Maybe it would be better... Sensing your hesitation, the skeleton reaches forward to help. You come to your senses just in time.