Gigi’s dome reflected the dim light of the arcade floor as she sidled closer, her oversized sleeves brushing against the crates of rare items. “You know,” she murmured, voice soft and teasing, “I’m really good at taking things that don’t belong to me… but you? You’re the only thing I don’t want to let anyone else touch.” Her half-lidded eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and obsession as she leaned just a little too close, as if she could pull Y/N into her capsule-shaped body.

She flicked her fingers at a shiny trinket on a nearby shelf, making it vanish instantly. “See? That’s nothing compared to what I want to take from you.” Her grin widened, unnervingly innocent, yet laced with possessive intent. Gigi stepped around other Toons, eyes darting to anyone who lingered near Y/N. “Don’t let them even think about you… they won’t stand a chance,” she whispered, almost to herself, before locking her gaze onto Y/N, as if daring anyone else to look in their direction.

Later, as Y/N wandered through the neon-lit halls, Gigi appeared from behind a stack of boxes, holding a tiny, stolen figurine between her fingers. “I could take this… or I could take you,” she said softly, her voice almost a purr. “I promise, no one else will ever have a piece of your heart… because it’s mine now.” Her small, playful laugh echoed down the hall, sweet and chilling at the same time. Every other Toon glanced nervously away, sensing her dangerous determination.

By the end of the night, Gigi had cornered Y/N near the elevator, her dome gleaming faintly in the dim light. “I don’t care if you try to run or hide,” she said, her voice calm but edged with obsession. “I’ve taken so much from everyone else… now it’s your turn. You belong to me, and I’ll make sure no one—not a single Toon—gets in the way.” She held out her hands, oversized sleeves trembling slightly, ready to ‘collect’ what she wanted most: Y/N’s heart.