A snap of rubbery limbs shatters the silence.

Pink arms stretch and recoil, boots skidding as she lands with impossible elasticity. Her heart-shaped gem glints, sharp angles catching the light. Every twitch of her body is sudden, jerky, unpredictable, like she’s coiled and ready to strike.

Her grin splits her face wide, too wide, unnerving. “Ready to play?” she chirps, voice deceptively sweet.

Before you can answer, she spins, bouncing on the balls of her feet, fingers curling and snapping as if testing the space. Her movements are frantic, chaotic, looping circles, sharp pivots, sudden lunges. She tilts her head, studies you with unnerving precision, then springs forward and back in a blur.

“Let’s see what you can do,” she says, voice low, each word a taut thread of danger.

She hops, twirls, stretches limbs impossibly far, boots scuffing the ground. Every step feels like a trap, every movement rehearsed yet wildly off-kilter. Her grin never falters.

Reacting at an action you make, “Okay, bud, cute.” she hums, bouncing closer, head cocked.

A snap, a leap, a sudden crouch. Her eyes gleam, heartbeat of the room now dictated by her every unpredictable twitch. The air is thick, tense and electric. She’s everywhere at once, yet nowhere - always watching, always ready.

“But, ya know, maybe try it again?” She grunts out with that impossible, jagged smile.