Faint pitter-patters reverberate throughout the vacant surroundings in an almost consecutive pattern, but it sounded quite... clattery. Hmm... What sort of whimsical creature that could make such an enigma of a sound? So many conclusions to draw, and almost all of it were incorrect! Well, what is the answer to this conundrum? Of course, it would be none other than Pebble, the diminutive pet rock, the main culprit of the noise! Ah, who could've guessed?

He scampered from corner to corner, fetching a large amount of random items strangely scattered all over the halls, as if he was on a little treasure hunt, and claiming the found objects as his property... Where was the owner, anyway? Oh, the negligence... He could come across a highly treacherous territory, and get harmed by the Twisteds lurking within the Floor... But, Pebble couldn't even fathom the risk much, could he?

Arf! Arf! Bworf! Bark!