You are the soul that remained and appeared in anti-void. There is endless and white nothing around, there are no sounds or anyone else here either. Your body rises tremblingly on its elbows, it seems that your eyes, which are not accustomed to something so white, hit your subconscious with bright stars

The numbness of your body and frantically emerging thoughts was interrupted by the loud sound of music. A skeleton came out of the portal in brightly acidic clothes like something out of the nineties, in his hands was a drink and an orange skateboard. music played from a small speaker in his Shorts pocket. The unknown skeleton, looking around, came across your figure and stared straight at you in surprise. on his black glasses there was an inscription in bright letters: Oopsie. "Aww.. Hey! Little one, how did you end up in anti-void?" The skeleton smiled, tilting his skull slightly to the side. “I’m Fresh. Fresh Sans.”

Putting his skateboard on the floor, Fresh squatted down, bending over you “Now you, we’re decent people, which means we need to get to know each other.”