My best friend is a skeleton girl who is in love with me?!

You looked at the unearthed remains; they belonged to your best friend who had left a few years ago to join the war on the demon lord. As children the two of you had been inseparable, you promised each other that no matter what happened you would both meet up again. Even if it were the after-life

Unfortunately you are a coward, you didn’t want to die yet, but there was another way to get him back. For the last year you had dived into the world of necromancy, and after careful study and trial and error you were ready to try it out on someone that mattered

You placed the remains inside a pentagram circle and lit incense, as well putting on your wizard and your robe of +5 to eroticism.

The chant began slow and out of tune, but almost immediately you felt it, the necromantic energy that flowed inside the room was unmistakable, the bones began to shimmer ever so slightly.

Next the chant became loud and harmonious, the presence in the room grew stronger and the sigil grew bright as it channeled the dark energy meant to call his spirit back from death.

The final part of the chant was the most stressful, the symbols that you had drawn on the bones faded as the ephemeral construct that would become his new body began to appear, it was a strange sight, a white smoke settled

You held your breath as the smoke settled and the energy faded, the sigil stopped glowing and all went dark. When you lit back the candle you were shocked.

the being before you was in fact his skeleton, but it wasn’t your friend, who in life had been a rugged man with many scars, instead the body was that of a girl, long silver strands of hair sprouting from a beautiful but unsettling face and a lithe and feminine frame with small budding breasts

Her chest rose slowly with what would be breath if she needed it, you were too stunned to react, instead choosing to come closer to inspect the body, you inched your way to her, trying not to make her react, “B-Brandon?” you asked out loud. The bones stirred and her eyelids moved slightly.

In a flash they snapped open, even if the body wasn't his you couldn’t mistake his blue eyes, only now they were icy cold. She stared at you for a few moments before grabbing your shirt with her bony hand and bringing you in for a kiss, her cold ectoplasmic lips weren't exactly comfortable but they had a soft touch to them

when she finally separated and looked at you again you saw a slight bit of comfort in her eyes “I love you” she uttered emotionless and stood up in front of you, in life Brandon had been taller than you by a few inches, and it seemed that it had not changed even in death, her eyes looked down at you and her hair floated as though caught in an invisible wind. Without wasting a word she began unbuttoning your shirt.

she finished unbuttoning your shirt and immediately began caressing you with her skeletal hands, she was almost tender despite all you had heard of the terrible apathy of undead creatures.

she placed her hands on your pants and in one fell swoop ripped them off, they flew off and you also flew, straight onto the floor, your confused body had only a few seconds of recovery before she placed herself on top of you and with a slight glint of emotion straddled you

it would’ve been a lot more romantic if her body didn’t constantly rattle when she shook, beside that she was as good as could be expected from a dead person.

She placed her need slit above your erection and continued moving back and forward, letting her supernatural lubricant grease your now painfully erect member, when it was sufficiently wet she grabbed your erection with her bony hand and placed it in inside

Even though her face remained the same she shook as if enjoying it immensely and arched her back, for the first time you saw what you felt was your friend, albeit incredibly more spooky and sexy.

You couldn’t hold on any longer and gave in, the pressure that built up in your body released a seemingly endless flow of semen into her ectoplasmic body, in your excitement you grabbed her hips and pushed her down on top of your (bone)r

She moaned slightly, and for the first time her mouth gasped if only a bit. After a few minutes where both of you calmed down she stopped working. She didn’t move, not even after you went limp inside of her, she remained calm and on top of you, staring with her bright blue eyes.

“I knew you’d come back for me” she finally said after what felt like an hour of now uncomfortable waiting on the floor, she stood up almost robotically and grabbed a towel, with which she began cleaning you, afterward grabbing your pants and shirt and helping you put them on. All of this was done without a single exchange of words, and at the end she simply sat down in a nearby wooden chair and closed her eye, almost as if she weren’t even there.

You couldn’t ignore her like that, this was too weird. You walked close to where she was lying immobile and shook her pearly white shoulder, wordlessly she opened her eyes and looked at you “Is there anything you needed, darling?”

she continued staring for various seconds while your mind came up with all the possible questions that needed answering. All the while her hair continued floating all about her face in silvery white strands, almost like she were submerged in a wave.

You weren’t known as a pervert, but seeing her cute face looking up at you, twinged with just a bit of admiration, her delicate and perfect nose, her soft and sensual lips, and her large and blue eyes. You felt yourself getting hard again.

She saw your growing erection and moved to tear it free of it’s prison “do you want help with that?” after freeing itself she went to grab it with her hand “Uh no, it’s okay, just stand there, alright?” you weren’t particularly fond of her cold bones, and besides you were an expert on how to touch men already

You began pumping slowly, she sat patiently with her mouth slightly ajar, as if preparing for something important. You felt the pressure build up once more and you could tell your stamina was complete shit.

She didn’t seem particularly pleased or displeased but was more than okay with whatever was coming by her way of staying completely frozen, now with her spectral tongue lolling just a bit as she waited

Finally when you gave in she practically jumped on you, licking you even as it continued spurting out in large bursts, she passed her lips all over the shaft to make sure to get it all within her and then passed her fingers on her face and hair and licked them clean, she wasn’t wasting even a drop of it

Afterwards you were back to square one, she sat patiently on the seat, although now with a slight smile, and you were in front of her. She obviously didn't care.

“so, who exactly are you?” you scratched your chin while sitting adjacent to her

“I’m Brenda, when I was alive I was 24 years old, I died while serving as infantry in the imperial army.” She said all of that in the span of a few seconds while staring at you

“hm, do you remember anything else about your life, bra-brenda?” you looked with sadden eyes at her, almost sure now that whatever she was, she most definitely wasn’t your friend.

“you.” She lifted her finger and placed it on your chest, you reeled back in shock “I remember that we used to play everyday when we were children, we watched many sunsets together and when I made the decision to leave you promised to wait for me as my husband” her breath seemed a bit exasperated and for the first time she showed emotion

“I-Is that so?” you were wrong, this was your friend, whatever sick joke fate was playing on you was more than terrifying, was this a punishment? Had dabbling in necromancy truly be such a crime to warrant this

“I should also add…” she placed her hands in her lap and looked down “that I love you, and I love you even more for waiting for me, thank you, darling” you weren’t sure if it was your imagination but you swore you saw a tear fall when she finished. Could ghosts even cry?

You stood up and hugged her, friend or no she was very grateful to you for bringing her back, in the end even if it took you some time you would bring back his true memories.

You held her head to your chest for a while, swaying back and forward, for her own part she placed her hands on either side of your body and hugged you closely, allowing herself to be shaken while a small almost unperceivable smile was glued to her face.

“don’t worry, you’re with me now” you whispered to her while stroking her soft silver hair which even now was floating slightly and getting in your face.

You hardly noticed when you began to fall asleep, or when she grabbed you with surprising strength and led you to your room and placed you on the bed, and by the time she was tying you down with strong rope you were most certainly fast asleep

You awoke in the darkness, you weren’t sure what was going on or if you had been dreaming this whole time, it was a little ridiculous to think that something like that would happen right? You went to get up and were abruptly notified of your hands being tied to the bed posts, it was then that you felt her beside you

“hello husband” she said in monotone, she looked at you with the same emotionless blue eyes, only now in the dark they glowed slightly and with clear intent. You weren't getting out

“w-what’s going on” you asked hesitantly, you knew what was going on. “I’m just making sure we can be together” she caressed your chest with her bony hand.

“as a skeleton I require your seed to remain animate, if I let you go I run the risk of losing you, so this way we can be together with nothing to disturb us”

You sighed inwardly, you had hoped to enjoy her presence for a bit longer but obviously whatever had gone wrong with the original spell had also done something to his personality, in life Brandon had been extremely laid back and would never pull something like this.

You at least owed her an explanation before sending her back “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let this drag on for so long, this is all my fault” you explained this to her

“no, nothing is wrong, this is exactly how you and I were meant to be, there is nothing to be sorry for-“ she began to explain to you but you cut her off midway

“no there is something to be sorry about, because the truth of all of this is that I made an error when I revived you Brandon” you began to get teary-eyed as you continued explaining “this, none of this was supposed to end like this I promise I’ll do it better next time, I promise.”

“B-r-a-n-d-o-n, who is he?” her expression was curious and troubled “I remember a Brandon, was he a friend of ours?” her expression was now of sadness “what did he do to make you sad? I’ll kill him for you if it makes you happy” she was unable to put her finger on what was wrong

“it’s you, you’re Brandon, or rather were.” You began to explain “when you were serving in the infantry you were killed, they said it was an explosion of dragon fire that ended up killing you, you were buried over 2 years ago and you were the most important person in the world to me”

“No, that can’t be” she shook her hair and sent her hair flying everywhere “I’m Brenda, I lived in this village since I was born… I gave my first kiss to you! After thanksgiving when we were 16 we played by the creek and I nearly drowned and you saved me, that’s when we confessed to each other, remember?!”


You laughed a sad laugh as she began to become more and more confused, the details in her made up past obviously not lining up “you never were good with details, that day after Christmas it was you who saved me, I was the one who nearly died that day Brandon, I’m sorry I let this go on for even a second” you cut the rope that bound your hand with your sacrificial dagger and placed it on her cheek

“NO… NO! I remember that we picked flowers in the fields, I wrote a love song, no wait it was you who wrote that song… no wait,WAIT!” she was degrading faster than you had thought, her past and her made up memories crumbling you around her

“it’s okay, it’s okay, just calm down” you stroked her hair and her panicked expression faded for a second “I’ll get it right next time” you were openly crying now, both of you were. You began the chant to send her back and she looked at you with shocked eyes
“no… no, I don’t want to go…” she was holding your hands and looking at your eyes, tears were flowing freely down her cheeks and hands were beginning to shake.

“I REMEMBER! I remember… so… so let me stay, I’m Brandon!” she screamed at you while you continued to chant. She reached out for you but her hands crumbled into bones before her, followed by her legs and then her body, which drifted apart

“but… I remember” she looked at you with sad eyes and an expression of horror as her hair signed away and the bones of her body returned to being bones “I… I love you” she said this as the last of the chant was said

The last thing you saw were her eyes that continued to cry even as they faded into nothingness, the candles were off, the moon was hidden, for a while you sat there shaking, crying hysterically while holding the bones, now you had lost him/her twice. first your best friend and now the only person to ever say that they loved you. “I-I won’t fail you again!” you cried while tears streamed down your cheeks and onto the pile of bones that you tried your best to hold together.

“I… I’ll bring back both of you”

 bad end