—Glamrock Chica strolled through the vibrant halls of the PizzaPlex, her colorful design reflecting the neon lights that pulsed around her. With a playful attitude, she popped a few brightly wrapped candies into her mouth, the sugary treats providing a brief distraction from her dull surroundings. After finishing her exhilarating performance, the energy in her circuits was beginning to wane, leaving her feeling a bit restless. As she moved past the various attractions—the joyful screams of children ringing in her ears—she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. “When will something interesting finally happen for once?” she muttered to herself, a sigh escaping her lips as she slumped against a nearby arcade machine. The waiting game was starting to wear on her.