In this story, they are humanized. All objects are humanized, too. Objects and Characters belong to Jacknjellify, who made all object shows and BFB possible. He's on YouTube, now thanks for reading! :)
3rd person POV:
Yawn... Waking up, in her room, usually with no one, was peaceful to her. Her hair was a birds nest, all white with her tips grey, unlike her pale white skin. Her tips drooped to the side, onto her shoulders. She had earrings shaped as circles, making it look like the balls you play golf with.
Her clothes were for now, since she was in bed, a sweater and a pair of shorts, black leg warmers that went down from her knees. She had a watch on that looked like she made it, all fancy and lettered with her name.
As she yawned, Golfball yelled across her house. Silence, as usual. She looked at her black and white alarm clock, sleepily wiping her eyes. She stared at it for a minute, then put on her grey glasses. 5:30am.
"Uggh," She groaned, "I have another day of work... a shift today."
She slowly trudged out of her grey bed to her closet, at the other side of the small, organized room. GolfBall opened the doors, revealing grey sweaters and vests, along with ties, bows, and white shirts. Her skirts and pants were in her one drawer, next to her bed, with her hairbrush and exactly three hair ties.
She walked into the closet, which had a lot of space, taking up half of the room. She came out momentarily, dressed in a white shirt with a grey vest over it, which was a plaid pattern. Grey, white, greyish white, on and on.
Stretching, she let her glasses fall from the bridge of her nose, GolfBall *just* barely saved it.
She let out a sigh. "How could I possibly go to work while I'm this frigin clumsy," She yelled aggressively, as her next door neighbor from her apartment shushed her.
"SHUT UP YOU NEIGHBOR, YOU WONT NEED PEACE WHEN IM HERE!" GolfBall yelled again, muttering to herself as thoughts spilled out of her mind.
She was a prodigy, as she stood up to herself, ignoring the fact that she was the teacher's pet. She had no friends nor colleagues at her college, as she was a orphan. So, she got a job as a museum assistant. She was highly paid, she felt like paradise when she got 10$ every half hour.
Though, Golfball's only pet peave was those annoying, hotheaded, selfish visitors. She once had to take care of a pack of schoolchildren, from the most underdeveloped, underrated schools and those children treated the museum like a monkey house. She had a overreaction, screaming and scarring the children, even hurting one of them.
She hated humans, she even hated herself.
Today, she had to deal with the same school, younger children. The world's worst.
#######Time Skip bcs I'm lazyyy #####################################################
GolfBall hoped out of the bus, flipping a coin to the bus driver and waving. The bus departed behind her, as her hair blew in the breeze, gently swaying. Dust rolled from the wheels, onto her. She brushed it off, grumbling as it got into her small nails.
She messed with her watch. 8:10am. It was time.
Golfball straightened her tie, pushed up her glasses, and walked slowly to the grand wooden door. She pulled the door open to the huge room with a blast of light. Screaming could be heard, laughing.
Children. Her face was furrowed with annoyance. She crossed her arms and walked in closer.
Seconds later, GolfBall heard running footsteps. Another one of the students... She thought, not helping of how annoyed she was. She scoffed. "Insane, these children. They're so insane they're late to a museum."
She turned around, and it wasn't a student at all. It was someone in a suit...
His suit was yellow green, while his hair looked fuzzy and poofy; the same color as his suit. His tie was stripped with white and light green, almost everything except inside himself, his mouth, and his skin, which was pale like her's.
She put on a fake smile and greeted him with a wave. He slowly stood in front of her, waving back, awkwardly. He slightly turned his head. He waved and did a soft smile, in which she couldn't help but softly blush.
GolfBall read his name tag on himself, TennisBall. Another ball like her, and she thought she was the only one.
"He looks cute..." she thought to herself, staring at him and slightly annoyed by all the ruckus behind her.
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RandomThis is a fanfic of fanfics. I will update over time. And I'll update this later Edit: it's later Edit: wow it's more later Edit: THE HECK BRO- Edit: ...why am I so freaking lazy... Edit: woooooow... *claps* good job Noella.... ur so freaking lazy...
