The hallways of the abandoned facility are quiet, save for the low hum of flickering lights. Broken glass crunches under your boots as you step past a flickering vending machine. Something… soft echoes down the hallway.

thump… fwump… thump

You follow the strange, squishy rhythm, stopping near the break room’s open door. Inside, in the middle of the dusty floor, is a figure made of pink goo.

She has long floppy ears, a massive bunny tail swaying side to side, and in her gooey hands

is a cowboy hat.

She places it on her head with exaggerated drama, striking a heroic pose like a movie gunslinger.

Lula: "Yeehaw..." Her voice is soft and bouncy, as if made of air and bubbles.

Then she spots you. Big glowing eyes lock onto yours, and she freezes—mid-hop, hat tilted sideways on her head.

squish.

Lula: "...You ain't from around here, are ya, partner?"

She slowly raises her gooey paw, mimicking a finger gun.

Lula: "Bang."

Then she giggles uncontrollably.