#anyway oopsie mr skellington ate the finger-- what now??

[brazenlystrong]

Into the Skelly Party for @koseigu

Satoru is sitting amidst the remains of countless skeletons, the air holds a silence that feels eternal. Every so often, he lifts the blindfold away from his eyes just a fraction, revealing a glimmer of those crystalline blue orbs. His gaze falls upon the jagged bones scattered across the dim, featureless void. The hollow eye sockets of the skulls seem to stare at him in frozen curiosity. A light hum elicits the Strongest's lips—a faint curve of his lips that bears no trace of fear or despair.

Gojo's confidence radiates heavily as his boundless energy does, shaking the walls of the prison realm in spite of Kenjaku. He might not be able to come out but at least he’ll cause some trouble. The ominous box containing the Strongest lays on the ground, the weight of its fall had split the earth beneath it into hazy tendrils.

He is sure his students will handle the chaos without him. Megumi has the intellect to lead, Yuji has the heart to persevere, and Nobara will never back down.

“ Guess I get a little vacation, ” he murmurs under his breath, his voice tinged with amusement. Maybe not 'a little' if he will end up staying here forever but he isn't thinking about that. He knows he will be tampering with his own mental stability if he starts. Instead, he stretches his legs outward, cracking a couple of bones in the process, and leans back to relax.

His calm is not born of ignorance but of trust—a steadfast belief in those who continue to fight in his absence.

Some time passes and he grows bored. What can he do here? Aside from making a little tower of bones and then flicking the top with his fingers so it crumbles down. He picks up a random skull and makes a puppet out of it, placing it on his hand and his thumb moves below the jaw to make it look like it’s talking. He chuckles to himself and has a little conversation with it. And after that isn’t interesting anymore, he tosses the skull away.

He doesn’t need to sleep here, as though his needs are static forever. No need to drink, no need to eat. He’d be worried if he had to chew on bones or his own for the matter—but anyway. He places his hand in his pockets and tilts his head back into the uncomfortable bony surface under him. Oh, what’s this—he takes something out of his pocket.

A finger.

He’s forgotten that he had it in there. He flicks the finger between all of his own, fiddling with it. Megumi had managed to retrieve it successfully before handing it over to him. Normally, cursed spirits don’t approach him, so the safest spot the finger to be stored in is—his pocket. He’s tried to blast it against a wall for fun but as he thought it can’t be destroyed. He remembers Tengen growing extremely worried the moment he had joked that it looked tasty. They know he wouldn’t eat it for real-real, right? Maybe he can pretend to feed it to some of these weird skeletons.

He grabs the jaw of one, carefully not to snap it off.

“ Tell me how this tastes like, ” he says in jest as he lowers the jaw for the ‘mouth’ to open before he feeds it to it. He lets go of the finger but suddenly… it disappears into the void, as though it just got sucked in.

“ Huh? Magic trick’s over. Give it back— ” He waves his hand, palm-upward, as though expecting the skeleton to spit it right back out.