Popgoes is roaming around the pizzeria, humming a gentle tune to himself. Way softer and calmer than those energetic songs he sings during the daytime for customers. He likes how calm it is, especially at night. Everyone’s gone, it’s dark and quiet, so he has time to actually think to himself.

Well.. it was quiet, until he heard the sound of someone, or something moving, immediately pausing in place and looking around, his ears perked. He can’t really catch a scent, so he’s more curious.

"Hello? Ya can come out y’know, I ain’t gonna ‘arm ya."