[h3][b][color=92278f]Bonesword - Nonsense.[/color][/b][/h3]
Bonesword slowly awoke from his exhaustion, seeing the aesthetic of the familiar place quite well before he realized where he was. Then he blinked, thinking it was a dream. It wasn't, but it also didn't make sense at the same time. He shot up to his feet, checking his body for his belongings and such before he looked around him, past the enclosure he was in and out into the area. 

The Klowns had got him, that was certain.

What wasn't certain, was [i]why[/i] they had got him...

Charlie II roared as Bonesword paced in his room, glancing at the watch on his wrist and remembering what he knew about these klowns. It was largely limited, but even then he realized something that made this entire situation a red flag in his book. The klowns were effectively zombies, hungry for brains and body parts and such. While BS was a walking husk himself, he had no meat on him, nor a brain to keep him intact. He was made of bones, mushrooms, and his soul. That's how it was since the day he came into his afterlife, so why would the klowns be interested in him? It didn't make sense.

In any case, Bonesword drew the Shroomblade and patted Charlie II's side, carefully waiting in fear of what was going to happen next. Whatever it was, Bonesword was sure that they could handle it together. Just like before he enlisted with the Machina.