Second String ♪ [Written/Action]

[fortyfivedegrees]

[Brook wasn't entirely sure what of all was going on right now, but everything seemed to be going very much insane. It felt like he was back on Thriller Bark and the poor skeleton had all but locked himself below deck in the advent of such terrible events; there were many things Brook could stand, but anything even vaguely supernatural was not on that list. Eventually the Strawhats or anyone else that was paying attention might notice their journals conveying Brook's voice, though it sounded distinctly marred by a constant chattering and or rattling that seemed to be near constant behind his words.]

D-dear me...this is all so horribly dreadful, can anyone tell me if its safe to return to the deck now? H-has the danger passed?

[Quite the notable quirk about the lanky skeleton; despite his current state of being, the supernatural absolutely terrified him. He could explain himself just fine having partaken of a devil fruit...but anything past that? If he couldn't explain it...it scared him in ways he couldn't even begin to articulate...it would definitely help to have someone calm the poor skeleton down as he seemed to lack the nerve to do so himself]