Blackfeather Woods Spooky Scary Skeletons

Nemesis lifted a light glare at him, a warning not to venture into the topic of forgiveness. She never forgave, no matter the trouble she had caused, or the people she had hurt. In the end, she had always done what needed to be done, and trusted that she knew best despite the casualties. "Yeah well, don't get used to it" She deadpanned, a look that ended the topic where it started. Before she could halt him from reciting a ridiculous tale, made up by his little scheming mind, he opened his mouth and began.

Nemesis narrowed her eyes at the boy, resting the urge to laugh at his ridiculous story. But, she thought, maybe it was best if she let him play it out, let him have his fun even if it was a pitiful attempt at scaring her. There was nothing that could faze her, not matter the danger or the spookiness. And really, how could she believe that a giant flying eyeball could do any harm? 
She held back the urge to sarcastically note that his story made literally no sense, that no eyeballs could fly so said common sense, but he was a kid. And as far as she knew, that's what kids did. Right? Instead, she put on a look that suggested she was intrigued, that she had gullibly fallen for his tale. 
Before she could respond, he carried on with his story, and she noticed how into it he really was. He had ambition, for someone as young as he was. She would give him the benefit of the doubt, maybe fake her surprise to go along but truly no matter how hard he tried, he could never scare her.

Or so she thought.