Finality: Raising the Dead

by DarkFlameOfTheMonkey

Raising the dead is an incredibly simple task, and the reason for it even simpler. It doesn't really occur to you that the deceased in question don't mind all that much... But oh well. 100 word drabble for 'Soul of Evil.'Skeleton King fic.

A/N: We need more SK FICS!!

Forty-four words of this is dialogue from the season final. I wanted to write a half-drabble, but a mass of fragments doesn't make much sense without the quotes. Finding a balance was a little difficult. And the final line is just terrible (unless one knows the entire history of sport, I guess). And in the end, I suppose this fic is rather pointless. If you are reading this, I did warn you that you might waste your time by being here.

Disclaimer: I do not own SRMTHFG.

Finality: Raising the Dead

Sinew materialized and stretched, searching for substance it could attach to. A haze of ice blue and fiery pink descended upon all who gathered there. Black smoke thickened the air.

"His evil will rise again!"

Eternal and ceaseless servitude.

"I pledge myself to a greater power!"

Absolute power.

"Stop whining! We're close. I can feel his power."

Striking fear into every soul.

"I could sense something inside the crystal..."

Legions of followers.

"The time has come to wipe humanity from the face of Shuggazoom!"

What did all that matter?

"No! It can't be!"

It was just a bit of sport.