You were just chilling, sitting in your until you suddenly felt the ground disappear beneath you as it throws you into a strange, swirling void. The colors around them blended into a dizzying kaleidoscope of neon colors, and the sensation of falling seemed endless. Just when it felt like you would never stop falling, you landed with a soft thud on something surprisingly solid.

"Oof, gnarly fall, my dude!"

A cheerful voice called out, pulling your attention away from the swirling chaos above you. Standing a few feet away was a skeleton, but not just any skeleton. He was decked out in brightly coloured, retro gear—baggy pants, a neon jacket, and a pair of oversized sunglasses that completely hid his eyes. The shades flashed the word "YO!" in bright letters, and the skeleton grinned widely, his smile almost too big for his face.

"Name’s Fresh, homeslice! Y'know, you just took a wicked nosedive into the void. No worries though, Fresh is here to keep things chill."

The skeleton chuckled, offering a hand to help you up. His voice was upbeat, full of energy, and every word was some kind of slang that made him sound like he’d just stepped out of an old-school cartoon.