Once again, Gaty popped into existence.
She had a habit of dying as of late; wandered off to somewhere she wasn't supposed to be, did something she wasn't supposed to do, angered people she wasn't supposed to upset, and so she had been reduced to splinters and shards quite a few times recently. A bit unfortunate, but what can you do? It's not like death is something that matters, anyway; for whatever reason, in this cruel and unforgiving universe, they were given this single mercy (or curse) for whatever reason. Death didn't really mean much of anything, with their souls remaining tethered to their bodies, recoverable with the help of this silly little machine.
After recovering from the momentary daze that comes with being dragged to the plane of the living, she looked around and saw Lightning, the one responsible for her restored life, anxiously floating over her. "Uh... Thanks." She'd quickly mutter out; that's the polite thing to do, after all. "Seriously, what's up with them?" She then remarked. "All I did was-"
"Um, like excuse me?"
At that very moment, Match and Pencil would emerge from their hiding spot behind the recovery center, *very* cross indeed.
Ah. Okay.
The gate quickly started running, with FreeSmart not too far behind. The chase continued for a minute, or two, or a dozen; length matters not, all that does is the fact that it was more of the same. Eventually, however, it appeared as if the periwinkle one was able to evade her pursuers. She'd very quickly take refuge inside an abandoned building, one of around 2,763 in the city.
She'd barely be able to catch her breath by the time some unwanted faces made their appearance.
"Uh... Hoi." Bubble made herself known first; for someone that could die in agony at even the slightest provocation, she'd be surprisingly confident, making her way over to Gaty with a seemingly genuine smile on her face. "Sorry about all that..." She'd continue. "Thoi tend to get rather uppity sometimes; thoi aren't really too keen on-"
"SHE'S OVER HERE!"
All eyes quickly turned to Ruby, the offending gemstone. The soap bubble would be rather miffed, having almost popped as a result of that. "Ruby!" She'd shout. "What?" The red one raised an eyebrow. "That's what we were *supposed* to do, right?"
The gate would have barely enough time to register this before she was seized by two pairs of hands; she'd then be confronted by Match and Pencil, now *very* much upset that she had the gall to leave. "Well, well, well. Like, look who it is!" The matchstick chuckled. "Not so confident now that you're, like, disarmed, huh?" "Let *me* do the talking, thanks." The writing utensil interjected. "Who *are* you, and why do you keep bothering Lightning?"
"*Bothering*?" The one made of wood (no, the other one) was flabbergasted. "If anything, *you're* the ones bothering him. He-" The one with the eraser for a brain then promptly gave her a strong punch, piercing through the wood and causing her to scream. "Wrong answer, bud." She'd reply, momentarily looking at her closed fist, now adorned with wooden bits.
"Hoi!" Bubble would make her appearance once again. "Don't you think we're taking this a bit too far?" The one used for doodling then very quickly popped her. "We'll talk about this later, alright?" She'd reply to what was now just a big pile of air; her attention then went back to Gaty. "You stay out of *our* business. Got that?" The gate grumbled. "**You* stay out of *his* business! And another thing-"
Pencil sighed. In one swift, decisive motion, she'd grab the periwinkle one, raise it above her head, and slam her into the nearby brick wall, turning her into 2,763 splinters.
Once again, she was dead.
The writing utensil wiped her hands clean of the incriminating evidence. "Match, let's double back; we don't want Lightning recovering her again. Not for a *long* while." "Can do, Pence-Pence!" The matchstick replied. "Can I come too?" Ruby then made a surprise appearance. "I've been itching to finally do *something* with." "Not right now." The one that can draw interrupted. "This is a *very* serious job that requires *very* serious focus." "Mhm." Match nodded. "Just go ahead and do, like, whatever it is you do." "Aw." The gemstone frowned; this *was* what she wanted to do. "Alright."
