"Wanna make a deal, kiddo?"

An undead skeleton, floating a few inches above the ground, questioned you with quite the laidback tone. It was like he lived his life based off of 'no consequences', given his appearance.

"It's your fate."

The skeleton chuckled in your face, before he slowly floated up a little more.. And even a little farther, as if he thought you were about to hit him for being all up in your face. Heh.