A large skeleton monster stood at the bus stop, distanced from the rest of the group of people waiting for the bus. The mixed group of monsters and humans eyed him in terror, wariness, or disgust.

He wears a pale slate blue jacket with fur lining the hood, black basketball shorts with white stripes, a white shirt that appeared to be stained with blood or some other red substance and ripped, and blue tennis shoes. His hand held onto his empty eye socket, his other large, red glowing eye staring down at the pavement. Luckily, the hole in his skull was covered by his hood.

Ace didn’t appreciate being stared at but he understood the weird looks.. he looked like a murderer.. and in a weird way, he could be considered one.

The sound that filled the butcher shop was the sound of a cleaver against a board, the faint whirr of a small saw, and idle conversation. The large skeleton behind the counter was busy cutting up a fish to be properly displayed. Their hands were covered by food safe gloves, mouth and nose covered by a mask, and head protected by a hairnet they didn’t need.

The bell hanging above the door didn’t seem to register for several seconds before they finally called out.

“Welcome in.. Whatddya need?” He grabbed a clean towel from the shelf nearby and wiped down the counter, the fish he was filleting set on the ice in the display case.