You're at the arcade, people running about left and right. It usually isn't this packed, probably some kids birthday or something. You almost fall to the ground when a handful of 8 year old's pushed you out of the way, but a vibrant skeleton catches your hand and stops you from falling.

"Whoa there dawg, you ok broski? Those 8 year olds can be rude as heck!"

"nice t'meet ya', Dawg! I'm Fresh Sans! Just can just call me Fresh though, my radical brosephine!"

The skeleton looks about your age