In reality

I used to watch ruby gloom as a kid, but my family went bankrupt, so needless to say, we stopped paying for cable. (Food was a bit more important...) Recently, we have made more money, and started to get netflicks, and I noticed they had some old cartoons I used to watch, ruby gloom included. Only now am I seeing all the faults with the shoe, and noticing things that in reality would be terrible, but are hidden in a children's show. This is just my forked up view, but this is what I saw looking back and rewatching some of the episodes.

Not sure how I will continue this, but thinking the first bit will be mostly skull-boy's POV, cuz I can relate best to him in the way I see him. Hopefully you will enjoy.

Chapter one: to be seen

Bones. Mine were so beautiful; I just wanted everyone to see how beautiful they were. My structure and features, I know I can be a real work of art if I can just take off the outer covering. But no mater how hard I tried, the skin would grow back. I found it easier to cut though if I stayed out of the sun. The tan I would get just made my skin like leather, hard to pierce. So pale I stayed, even after I stopped trying to cut the skin away.

There was a museum once. My family dragged me through the sun to see it. But inside I was in wonder, for all the beautiful things I saw inspired me. The art, the mechanical innovations, the creativity, the genius. The beauty. As soon as I got home, I started working on my family tree, see as how many of these wonderful creators I was related to, how much creativity must run through my blood. There was so much beauty in my blood; I never wanted to spill it again.

I became obsessed. I wanted to be like the men and women of my past, be a part and help to the new world, and leave my mark of beauty. I did not leave my room, all I did was tinker, create, flow. My life belonged from a young age to creativity.

Food. There was no time for such rubbish. I found my brain worked better in its absence, no distraction. I remembered my bones, and how beautiful they were. My best idea was sprung from a cheese sandwich.

I threw it away. The sandwich, that is.

If I could not reveal my inner beauty with a knife, I could show its silhouette through my skin. And it would prove my true strength, I could prove that food is only a desire, very little is needed for life, I am sure I do not need any.

It was hard. So hard. The empty, the hurt, and avoidance of food.

But not as hard as my strong and beautiful bones were, sharp edges through my skin.

My family, they did not understand, they were jealous. They tried to force food on me. Obviously, they did not understand, because the creative blood must have skipped generations, and concentrated in my own form.

I ran away. Well, I did not really need to run; I was far too smart and superior to run, when I could sneak. I ended up in a nice town, where I never had to eat again. I changed my name to be appropriate to my beautiful figure. Skull boy. It just rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?

Well, anyways, I met a friend, rather fast in fact. She had bright red hair, a large smile, and a large home she said she found lonely when empty. She offered to share her home with me. Said she was searching for new friends to share with. Something was off with her, but she seemed to not be a psychotic murderer, so I agreed to move In with Ruby Gloom.

Some rules were silently made between us, almost telepathically. I did not comment on her talking to her cat. She did not comment on my figure. We live together as friends, happily ever whenever-the-hell-we-feel-this-is-over.