Chapter One - Brainless
The man in a black leather overcoat shivered. He was lying on a old beach chair. It was one of the only ones uncovered by sand and cobwebs. Skulduggery stared up at the stars.
A constant 'lap lap lap lap' of waves along the sandy shoreline got on his nerves. He still didn't know how his skull could hear when his brain – that would hear for him – was nonexistent.
Speaking of that, Mr Pleasant didn't know how he could think either. How could he speak, anyway?
It was a mystery how he could do anything at all, really.
A/N: Drabble series! Right now, Skulduggery is ON HOLIDAY! WOOO! (Have you ever seen him do that?) Tanith is NOT possessed. I do have a plot in mind.
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