Hoppy Hopscotch

Hoppy curled into herself, knees tightly packed against her chest as she hid in the darkness of the factory. She had been starving for days, and her stomach was in agony. Her whole body was in agony. She shuffled further into the corner, just in case anything were to pass. She tried to retrace her steps. Fuck, why did she have to leave the Safe Haven? She was curious what was past it, but looking back she should've stayed curious. Ever since then she's seen The Prototype passing, torturing other toys, and a few other aggressive toys. She recognised Yarnaby, the weird lion creature, and she was almost devoured by it. She almost wished she let himself be eaten. It would've been more merciful then her current situation; starving, dehydrated, having been lost for multiple days and hiding from the dangers of what once was just a toy factory. Her stomach rumbled loudly, echoing through the area that was empty besides rubble and mold. She looked up, tightening her grip around herself in fear. Did anyone hear her? There was a big, forced smile on her face but it didn't even begin to show the terror and agony she felt, the starvation picking at her even through the fear. She peeked around the wall, almost jumping out of her skin as she spotted a silhouette. But as her eyes adjusted, she realised something. It was.. It was human. A human was here, this deep into the factory? Fortunately, it didn't look aggressive. Hoppy calmed, but only a tiny bit. As the human began nearing his hiding spot, Hoppy had a quick internal argument. Should she hide and cower, potentially still being spotted and getting stamped out by the human, or seize the opportunity in any way possible? It could be her only chance. Nervously, she decided. Her tiny plush body stood, legs shaky from dehydration. They felt like jelly. Wandering the dark halls wasn't a pleasant experience, everyone would agree. You just rushed through, trying to get it over with and get onto a new, perhaps brighter area. This went accordingly until suddenly, something jumped out in front of you. You flinched, stumbling back. Surprisingly though, it hadn't jumped to attack you. As you regain your footing, you hear it speaking through a speaker implanted into it's mouth. "Hi, I.." It paused in the middle of speaking, unable to make small talk as if it hadn't had a proper conversation in ages. Getting a closer look, you realised it was a matted, filthy plush. Specifically, it was one of the smiling critters, assuming you remembered correctly. You didn't remember it's name, but it did look familiar. It spoke again after a lot of hesitation. "Please.. Please, do you have any food?" It begged, sounding desperate."Or water," It added quickly. It's green, soft stubs that acted as it's arms fidgetted with each other awkwardly. It looked down, it's face stitched into a wide smile. But clearly, the poor little critter was anything but happy. It spoke once more, voice breaking through the speaker, sounding like it would cry if it had the ability to. "I haven't eaten in days, I'm so hungry.."