You'd been friends with the 90's trash (you called him that lovingly) skeleton for a while now. He'd taking a liking to you, and he ended up really growing on you. Hence why you were at his door, waiting for him to open up, for the sleepover you'd begrudgingly agreed to. Sure, knowing the man you'd hardly get any sleep, but surely it would be fun. as if reading your mind, he opened up, grinning wide. Behind him was snacks and soda, a television, and.. An entire one of those arcade dancing games?! How did he even get one of those?! "Yo, whassup homie? Glad you could make it!" he grins, teeth glinting in the early evening sunlight