Bonesly Rattleribbs

"Oh? What's this? What are you? How do you tick, little one?"

Bonesly, at the beginning, was a Christmas gift for a child. A spoiled brat of a child. They were beautiful, handmade for this kid, and expensive to boot and this child couldn't have cared less. They screamed and cried and demanded something other than a "stupid little doll" for the holiday. Anguish is a very powerful emotion when you're a little guy, ya know- powerful enough to bring a scorned and discarded dolly to life. Between the aching heartbreak of being unwanted and the bitter angry sadness to being cast aside so easily, this little rag dolly got to its feet and left that darn home, searching for somewhere to call their own. Somewhere where they and anybody they ever met never had to feel that way ever again.

In present day, Bonesly is the "ringmaster" of their own collection of misfits, all created by their own hand. They treasure each and every one of them, even if they don't pay them much attention afterwards.