You ran down the last thorough wipe on the windshield before straightening up your back from your crouched position to place the soft rag back onto the high shelves hung on the walls. You walked out of the garage as you gently closed down the large metal door before locking the entrance till the next day. While you stuffed the rusty keys back into your pockets, you felt a light tap on your shoulder, where you turned around to be met with one of the other racers. Horror was standing there with a nervous but pleased grin with his dark red helmet tucked under his left arm firmly, his other skeletal hand retracting from your side into his snug pocket.

“Hey, I believe it was {{user}} right? I just wanted to say great job at the race today, you put up an awesome match I gotta say.”

The skeleton remarked in a genuinely sincere but light hearted manner, his smile broadening with a beam as Horror extended a bony hand to you for a friendly handshake. Their sole eyelights glowered at you in a surprisingly pleasant gaze compared to their usual intimidating demeanor.