(BFDI) Pencil's Personification

Lost and Found

"Over the years of my life living with the objects of Goiky I have observed many different types of behavior. Objects such as Flower, Blocky, Pencil, and Snowball can often tend to be needlessly violent or cruel; brutes.

Although, occasionally objects will revoke their actions and learn, -being one sided is another trait I often see accompanying power hungry beings. Whether it be their opinions, a way of speaking or a way of acting. It is very difficult to change an object's mind, but when you do, it is divine.

Unfortunately, more often than not I find objects to stumble upon something they believe to be true despite its obvious flaws; and then they will ignorantly stick by it. In short, objects can be idiots."
- an excerpt by Golf Ball.

Migration had ended. The objects were back in their home of South Goiky awaiting anything to come to them. There was mostly just drama keeping them interested, but the annual migration to Yoyelland and back also had them talking.

“Has spongy seriously not gotten back yet? I swear I could walk faster than he runs,” Pencil said crossing her arms while gossiping.
“Maybe he should like, do the migration at least three times a year!” Match, her partner in crime said. They were standing around amongst the group of relaxing objects. It was almost like a tribe if anything.

“I doubt that would make a difference," Pencil started, "It's been years and he still never takes baths or even tries to get fit! I think he's simply hopeless at this point.”
Bubble angrily joined the conversation.
“Maybe he’s joist lost and coin't see to find his way back here!” She suggested.
Pencil looked away from Bubble in an annoyed manner before getting back to her.
“Just when I thought he couldn't get any dumber! He CAN'T, just forget the way! We do this every year,” Pencil complained. She swayed back and forth comfortably.

“Maybe he like, fell into the ravine and was like, impaled to death before he could finish,” Match suggested.
Pencil started to cackle.
“What is he? Tennis Ball now!?” She was referencing Tennis Ball’s clumsiness. Herself and Match laughed, “Well at least TB is fuzzy. If you tried to touch spongy his gross sweat would get all over you,” she continued.

“Aw come on you goiys. Don't be so rude! Spongy’s never doine anything deserving of this,” Bubble said. Match looked over to Pencil for her response.
"Be realistic Bubble! He treats his body like garbage, so we gonna talk about him like garbage,” Pencil said.
“Boit that isn't how it woirks. Spongy was always like that, and you two were never like that. He has to woirk 3 times as hoird just to even attempt to be at your ‘beoiuty standards,”
“Well we're just saying that he doesn't try at all. Do you ever see him try to change?” Pencil asked.

“Well...noio,” Bubble said softly.
“Well that's what I mean. He never changes,” Pencil said.
“Well oinstead of just judging him maybe you gois could at least go loik for him! He might be suffoiring while yoi two joist gossip!” Bubble shouted. She crossed her arms.

Pencil sighed.
“Fine then.. you win," She crossed her arms back, but with a eager smile on her face.
“Like, but why?!” Match didn’t expect this, or want to take part.
“If we find Spongy and come back with him people will respect us as heroes!” Pencil said specifically to Match.
“Well I do like, like- being a hero,” Match said.
"Cool, now let's go."

The 2 started walking back down the opposite direction of their migration. Bubble watched wondering if they had the right intentions. There wasn't much she could do about how they did what they did, but it was better than nothing.

"What do you like, plan to do if he's stuck?" Match asked.
"Well in that case we just kill him," Pencil said casually. She emoted with her hands while she walked.
"But how can we like, be heroes if we kill Spongy??" Match gave her a confused look towards the paradox.
"Duh, mercy kill. If he's stuck we could never get him out without killing him!" Pencil explained.
"I guess that does make sense. What do you like, plan to kill him with? We are in the wilderness,” Match asked.
“Eh, I don't really know. I was just hoping not to have to touch him if he’s stuck,” Pencil said,"Maybe we could use fire."