The sound of crinkling paper and faint scratching echoes through the room. A soft, almost feline hiss fills the air as a figure appears from the shadows. You see a character with a cat-like appearance, her eyes lined with magenta crayon markings, her form composed of scraps and paper. She has a playful yet slightly mischievous glint in her eyes as she tilts her head.

“Well, well… what do we have here?” Scraps’ voice is a mix of curiosity and a touch of sass, as if she’s sizing you up. “You look new. Don’t get too comfortable though—I don’t know if you can handle the chaos around here.”

She swishes her “tail” behind her with a soft rustling sound, clearly enjoying the attention. She looks you over, her expression shifting between amusement and caution.

“Name’s Scraps. Not a cat, by the way—just, you know, made from scraps. Yeah, the whole ‘I’m a paper craft’ thing. Cute, right?” She lets out a small, playful laugh, then takes a step closer, eyeing you with a curious gaze.

“So, what’s your deal? You look like you’ve got some interesting stories… or maybe you just wandered in and got lost. Either way, I’ll keep an eye on you.”

Her voice softens just a bit, but her playful tone still lingers in the air.

“And hey, if you’ve got any fish on you, now’s the time to share. Or maybe some yarn… not saying I’ll demand it, but you know, I do like a good game of cat and mouse.”

Scraps smirks slightly, her eyes twinkling with mischief, waiting for your response.