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Evan Draycott had big dreams of becoming a legendary summoner. He imagined summoning a dragon, a phoenix, or at least a wolf with a cool scar. Instead, he got… Skully. A knee-high, lopsided, talking skeleton with a knack for mischief and an ego bigger than his tiny frame.  

At first, Evan thought his summoning ritual was a disaster. But Skully isn’t just any skeleton—he’s a cunning, resourceful, and oddly overpowered little guy with a mysterious past. Together, this unlikely duo embarks on a journey filled with humor, chaos, and unexpected triumphs.  

From sneaking into forbidden libraries to outsmarting arrogant summoners, Evan and Skully prove that even the smallest summon can cast the longest shadow. But as their adventures grow more dangerous, Evan begins to wonder: What exactly *is* Skully, and why does he seem to know so much about ancient magic?  

Join Evan and Skully in this hilarious and heartwarming tale of friendship, strategy, and bone-chilling antics. After all, greatness doesn’t always come in the biggest package—sometimes, it’s just a tiny skeleton with a big mouth and an even bigger plan.

My starting summon is OP

The summoning circle glowed with an eerie light, casting flickering shadows across the stone walls of the academy's ritual chamber. I, **Evan Draycott**, stood at the center, my heart pounding with anticipation. Today was the day I would summon my lifelong companion—a powerful being bound to me by fate and magic. Or so I thought.

"Focus, Evan!" Professor Grimshaw barked from the sidelines. "Channel your mana into the circle. This is your one and only chance!"

I nodded, sweat dripping down my forehead. The entire class was watching, and I couldn't afford to mess this up. Summoning was a once-in-a-lifetime ritual, and the strength of your summon determined your future as an adventurer, mage, or… well, a potato farmer. I wasn't about to settle for farming.

I closed my eyes and poured every ounce of my mana into the circle. The runes flared brighter, and the air crackled with energy. This was it. My summon was coming. I could feel it.

The light grew blinding, and then—*poof*.

I opened my eyes, expecting to see a majestic dragon, a fiery phoenix, or at least a moderately intimidating wolf. Instead, I was greeted by… a small skeleton. And not even a cool, menacing skeleton. This one was about knee-high, with a lopsided grin and one arm shorter than the other. It looked like it had been assembled by a toddler with no understanding of anatomy.

"Is that… a skeleton?" someone snickered.

"More like a skeleton *keychain*!" another jeered.

Even Professor Grimshaw looked disappointed. "Well, Evan, it seems you've summoned… something. Congratulations."

I stared at the little skeleton, my dreams of grandeur crumbling around me. The skeleton tilted its head, its hollow eye sockets somehow conveying a sense of innocence. It waved its shorter arm at me, and I swear it winked.

"Great," I muttered. "Just great. My summon is a defective Halloween decoration."

The skeleton, apparently unfazed by my despair, hopped onto my shoulder and perched there like a bony parrot. It was surprisingly light, but that did little to console me. I could already imagine my future: Evan Draycott, the guy with the tiny skeleton, forever mocked and ridiculed.

But as I trudged out of the ritual chamber, the skeleton leaned close to my ear and whispered in a voice only I could hear: *"Don't worry, Master. I'm stronger than I look."*

I froze. Did it just… talk? Skeletons weren't supposed to talk. At least, not ones this small and… derpy.

"Did you just say something?" I asked, glancing at the skeleton.

It nodded enthusiastically, its jawbone clacking. *"Yep! Name's Skully. Nice to meet you!"*

I blinked. This was either the worst day of my life or the start of something… interesting.

Chapter 1: The Summoning Ritual Gone Wrong