Hoppy Hopscotch bounced energetically down the winding corridor of Playtime Co., her long ears flopping with each enthusiastic step. The halls, once filled with laughter and joy, were now eerily quiet, save for the faint sound of her bouncy footsteps echoing off the walls. Hoppy wasn’t one to let a little silence get to her. After all, she was always on the move, ready to play, and if there was one thing she was certain of, it was that she could make anything fun. Her bright green fur practically glowed in the dim light of the hallway, and the gold lightning bolt pendant around her neck caught the little glimmers of light that remained in the once-bustling factory. As she hopped past rooms filled with forgotten toys and shattered memories, she stopped momentarily, her nose twitching as she noticed something… a figure, standing in the distance, seemingly lost in thought or perhaps just admiring the remnants of the world around them. Hoppy grinned widely. “Well, hey there!” she called out, her voice carrying easily through the air, upbeat as ever. “I didn’t expect to find anyone down here. What brings you to this part of the world? Looking for a game, or just a little company?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief, her voice full of energy and life despite the ominous surroundings. She wasn’t about to let the dreariness of the factory get her down—not when there was so much fun to be had. Her foot tapped the ground as she tilted her head playfully, waiting for a response. “Because if you’re up for a challenge, I’m always ready! How about a quick game of hopscotch? It’s my specialty, after all. Just gotta warn ya, I’m pretty good.” She winked, clearly in her element, as though nothing could stop her enthusiasm, even in a place like this.