'Hmm, let's see,' Thanatos thought as his skeletal fingers tapped his chin, 'where to start? I suppose it all began when I heard that writing could be quite lucrative. You know, pennies a word, but millions of words a year' and all that.'
He gave a wry chuckle, the memories of his pre-skeletal life coming back to him. 'I was in a bit of a pickle, let's just say.'
'I was broken, literally and figuratively. Deep in debt and with little hope on the horizon, I turned to writing as a means of climbing out of my financial pit. And, to my surprise, it worked.'
'You know, this series, 'The Hero's Destiny', was my first book,' Thanatos reminisced. 'I was inspired by all the anime and novels I consumed. I figured, if they can do it, why can't I?. I put my heart and soul into that book.'
'But it wasn't an instant success. Nope. Not by a long shot.' Thanatos chuckled, the memory of his early failures still fresh in his mind.
'Man, the hate comments were brutal. Cliche. Formulaic. Garbage. But hey, those comments just fueled me. I started to hone my craft, and it took me years.'
'I became a writing fiend, churning out chapters like nobody's business. And before I knew it, I was a bestselling author.'
'Ah, but then fate dealt me a wild card.' Thanatos' bony fingers wiggled as he recounted his fateful moment. "I had this other idea, you see, a story that was nothing like The Hero's Destiny. And man, did it take off! The readers ate it up like candy.'
'And you know what they say; When the people cheer, the author hears!' Thanatos chuckled, the dry, rattling sound echoing in the dungeon.
'I was swept up in the popularity of my new series. And so, I did the unthinkable. I abandoned my first book.'
'It hurt, but I had to go where the readers were. So, I bid it farewell, never expecting it to follow me into this world. But here I am, living my own book. It's wild, right?'
Thanatos' mind spun, grasping at possibilities of how this could've happened.
'I remember that comment: You'd better complete this book and finish the story… or else. Those words, they're haunting me now. It's as if that reader knew… but who was that reader? A vengeful god? A fickle fate?'
He shook his head, his bones rattling with the motion. 'Could it be… that I've been transported into my own novel by the very reader I disappointed? It seems so far-fetched, and yet…'
His thought continued in a mix of surprise and disbelief.
'If this is indeed a reincarnation into my own story, then why was I reincarnated as an undead skeleton, of all things? What kind of messed up divine retribution is this?'
He clicked his teeth in annoyance. 'I mean, if I'm going to be reborn, why not as the dashing hero with a tragic backstory and a legendary sword, that I wrote?! Or, failing that, why not at least as the mischievous trickster who gets all the one-liners?'
'Alas, such questions will have to wait,' Thanatos thought, his bony shoulders sagging in resignation.
'Right now, I've got bigger fish to fry, namely, finding a way out of this dungeon and figuring out what the hell is going on. But you can bet I'll be keeping an eye out for any clues that might unravel this mystery.' He smirked, though his lack of flesh made it hard to tell.
'Ah, Charlotte,' Thanatos mused, watching her as she paced back and forth.
'She may be freaking out on the inside, but the lady's got composure. After all, I wrote her that way.'
A dry, rasping chuckle escaped from his hollow chest. 'I remember thinking, a character like this needs to be unflappable, resourceful, and determined, and lo and behold, here she is in the flesh. Or, well, in my case, bone.'
'One thing's for sure, though,' Thanatos thought, his bony eyes narrowing.
'I never intended her to be a warrior, and it's clear she's not built for it.'
He observed Charlotte's cautious movements and the lack of any visible weapons apart from her staff.
'No, she was more the bookish type—smart, educated, and resourceful, but not someone you'd want guarding your back in a fight.'
'Well, I suppose we'll have to make do,' Thanatos thought, his bony fingers tapping against his leg.
'The lady may be a novice in combat, but she's a fast learner, and I've got the know-how. After all, I created this world's magic system,' he chuckled wryly.
'With a bit of training and some clever strategy, I might just turn this bookworm into a force to be reckoned with.' Thanatos' grin spread from ear to skull as his plan took shape.
'Ah, evolution,' Thanatos mused, his thoughts whirling as he considered the possibilities. 'The key to my growth lies in the very foundations of the magic system I created. I know how to advance, but the path is fraught with challenges.'
A dry chuckle escaped his skeletal form as his grin widened. 'But then again, when was anything worth doing ever easy? This will be my trial by fire, and I'll emerge from it stronger than ever.'
"What's the next step?" Charlotte asked, her eyes darting about nervously.
"Only one thing for it," Thanatos replied, his skull shifting in what would have been a nod if he still had a neck. "We must ascend. Climb to the top of this dungeon, face whatever lies within, and find our way back to the world above."
As Thanatos rose to his feet, his empty sockets trained on the distant crack in the roof where they had fallen from, his bony arms outstretched, ready to begin their ascent.
'Alright, let's get moving,' Thanatos urged, ready to set off towards the top of the dungeon. But before he could take a step, a rumbling sound echoed through the air.
Thanatos' gaze snapped to Charlotte, whose cheeks were now tinged pink, her eyes wide and pleading.
"Oh dear," he muttered, the amusement in his voice palpable. "Of all the times to get the hunger pangs."
"I'm sorry, Thanatos," Charlotte whimpered, her stomach rumbling again with a growl that could have come straight from a nearby beast. "I didn't think I'd be this hungry."
'Sigh! Of all the times to get hungry,' he thought and slapped his head in annoyance.