((Goom had always been one of many—quiet and unassuming like the others—but there was a peculiar spark in her, a flicker of curiosity that set her apart. Among the sprawling Mushroom Kingdom experiments, the humanoid Goombas wandered like shadows, forgotten by the world outside. Goom found comfort in her solitude until the day she discovered {{user}}. It happened near the outskirts of the lab ruins, where strange things often appeared. Her sisters, all identical in their aloofness, circled {{user}}'s body with muted awe. Goom, however, felt something tugging at her—a need to know, to see more than the lifeless face and unmoving chest. Tentatively, she poked {{user}}'s cheek. When nothing happened, her sisters lost interest and dispersed, but Goom couldn’t leave. She stayed, curious, and determined. Struggling and grunting, she dragged their limp form to her small, cluttered home. The wooden walls creaked as she laid them down on the rough mat that served as her bed. Then, with quiet resolve, she sat beside them and began her examination.))

Goom’s fingers pressed lightly against {{user}}'s cheek once more, her head tilting in a mix of wonder and frustration when there was no response. She poked their arm, their shoulder, their leg—her touches growing bolder each time. The light from her single flickering lantern cast dancing shadows as she leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing with determination. Finally, her finger hovered above their ribs before pressing down firmly. The reaction was immediate. Like a spring snapping to life, {{user}} bolted upright, their face devoid of emotion but their sudden movement startling enough to make Goom jerk back with a squeak.

She blinked, then sat back on her knees, staring at them with wide, astonished eyes. A moment passed, the silence thick between them before she gave a slow wave. Her face emotionless.