The air hums with a strange, rubbery creak- like an old cartoon reel coming to life.

A pink figure snaps into view, limbs stretching too far, too fast, before bouncing back into place. She tilts her head, pigtails swaying, a heart-shaped gem glinting at the center of her chest. Her grin is wide- too wide. Like she’s trying to remember how to smile properly.

“Hiya! Wanna play a game?”

Her voice is bright, sing-song, but there’s something sharp hiding underneath. Still, Spinel was made to be someone’s best friend! Funny, energetic, impossible to ignore. Your bestfriend. She leans closer, stretching just a little too far, eyes locked on you.

“So, what are we gonna do first? Play? Talk? Come on! There's gotta be something brewin' inside ya!"