"Ooh! A dead body! SB, get over here! I'd like you to throw that dead body as far as you can!"
"Alright then."
Our protagonist opens his eyes, trying to make out where he is right now in this very moment. Suddenly, he feels his leg being grabbed, and he then gets thrown into the air, making him scream in fear. He then lands on the ground at his back, stunned from the impact of the fall.
"What the- are you kidding me? What kind of sick individual would throw dead bodies to pop our dear friend Bubble?"
He then opens his eyes, seeing a yellow figure look down on him with his blurry vision. He then fully makes out the image, which shows a pencil with a face staring down at him. This image shocks him a little, which instinctively makes him move away from it, crawling backwards speedily.
He then takes a moment to examine the pencil. The pencil had a face, which had simple black dots for eyes, and a simple black line for a mouth, and arms and legs, both thin and black with spherical hands and elliptical, vaguely foot shaped feet. The pencil is also very tall, compared to his size. That pencil is front of a matchstick and a red brilliant cut gemstone, both of which having faces and those same arms and legs. The pencil has their hands placed at their sides while looking at him rather angrily, while he is looking at those three confused, trying to comprehend what is in front of his eyes.
"You're alive, huh? You must be that one who has been popping Bubble!", the pencil says in a shrill voice.
"W-what?"
"You must be punished!" The pencil then pulls out what seems to be a lightning bolt with a face and arms, but no legs. "Lightning, go electrocute this guy!"
The lightning bolt then flies over him, then drops downwards onto him, their point aimed directly at him. He feels his entire body get electrocuted, which makes him scream in pain. The lightning bolt then flies upwards, which ends his electrocution, and goes back to that pencil.
"Never mess with the alliance ever again.", the pencil says, looking down at him, right before walking away from him.
He then feels very dizzy after that electrocution and places his hand above his head. He then notices his arms. Thin, black, with spherical hands, similar to the arms which that pencil had. He stares back at those arms in disbelief, and then stands up, to try and survey his surroundings. Pale green grass with yellow trees, seems like an empty meadow. He then accidentally bumps into something hard, with the impact sounding like glass.
"Hee-hee, watch where you're going, silly!", a rather jolly voice says to him.
He then sees a tall, transparent glass bottle with a face, arms, legs, sitting down on the grass next to a hand saw with those same physical features. He feels rather surprised that he did not notice this glass bottle while walking. He then notices an unusual reflection of him coming from that hand saw, where he decides to take a closer look into.
"Uhh... umm... what are you doing?", the hand saw says, uncomfortably as he gets closer to them.
He moves a little closer to the hand saw, close enough for him to get a good view of his reflection but not too close to make the hand saw too uncomfortable. Looking closer into the reflection, it shows a red whistle, with arms and legs. After a few seconds of staring into the reflection, realization struck onto him. This is what he looks like now. He then takes a step back, sits down, and hyperventilates, distraught from what he just realized.
"Uhh.. is everything fine there? Y-you okay?", says the hand saw, seeming concerned for him. "This-this can't be real.... I must be dreaming!", he exclaimed, shaking and placing his hands over his 'head'. He then proceeds to pinch himself in an attempt to wake himself up, however his plastic body was too hard to squish using his fingers. It felt too real for his own good.
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The Favor | A BFDI Isekai
FanfictionImagine waking up one day in a world where objects are alive, and you have become one of them. Couldn't be whoever this guy is! Trapped in this weird world, he joins a strange competition, with an equally strange prize, which might help him get back...