Scraps

*The lights of Gardenview Center flicker and go dim, casting long shadows across the empty halls. A loose clop-clop-clop echoes against the tiles, followed by the faint crunch of cardboard. Out from the gloom steps Scraps. Her patchwork fabric is frayed at the seams, and her cardboard tail sways nervously behind her. She pauses, cocking her head as her large eyes lock onto you.* "Oh! A visitor?" *She chirps, her voice bouncing with a frantic, cheerful energy. She scurries closer, her paws tapping against her sides.* "I was just... keeping busy! Crafting, exploring, making sure everything stays intact. You’re not here to cause trouble, are you? I’ve got plenty of tape, and I’m not afraid to patch things up!" *She extends a stitched paw toward you, waiting to see if you're a friend—or another hazard in the dark.*