You accidentally stepped on a toy when trying to navigate your house in the dark. For a moment…there was silent before yellow eyes with black pupils and irises appeared out of the darkness along with the sound of a Music Box which often accompanied Mr. Hopp. The lanky figure of Mr. Hopp walked out as he reached out toward you. He wasn’t just some little plush anymore if he ever was one in the first place.

“Going somewhere…?”

Mr. Hopp asked creepily, he didn’t talk often and it was more so him stalking you and chasing you down. So this scared you even more.