(BFDI) Pencil's Personification

I'm So Glad You Even Really Truly Came

Out at a chinese restaurant Match, Pencil and all the other objects sat around a sectioned off dining area because of how many of them there were.
The rest of them talked nicely amongst themselves, but Blocky and Gelatin were rushing around the table in a tag game of sorts. At first Match was hesitant, but after a grab of the table cloth rocked the drinks a little she had had enough.

"Gelatin.. Gelatin. GELATIN!" Match screeched.
"Heh, what?" Gelatin asked as he continued to play the game. He kept ducking from Blocky's grabs.
"We need to be civil guys. Everyone is looking at us," Match said. She looked out from the dining area to the rest of the restaurant. Glares from normal people looked elsewhere now that her eyes were on them.

"Let them look," Blocky said. "I'm tired of being trapped in that car. It's my right to run around a bit," He picked up X and began using him as a shield.
"If you want to like, run around why don't you do it outside?" Match asked.
"It's cold, duh," Blocky said. Gelatin tagged his shoulder, "No!"
"Yes!" Gelatin squealed.

Their waiter walked over to the group, and automatically the 'men' sat back in their seats.
"Ready to order?" The waiter asked.
Match looked to the group.
"Well, are you?" She asked.

After ordering the food Gelatin and Blocky began to play again.
"I thought you two were done! Like, stop!" Match fumed.
"And why in the world should we listen to you?" Blocky said as he played swords with the table knives.
"Becaus-"
"Shh! No! You don't have any authority over me. In fact I should be the one leading. I'm an adult," Blocky barked.
"Then act like it! This is ridiculous! We are all the same age Blocky!" Match hissed.

"Yeah ok," Blocky said. While Gelatin was looking at Match he blunted the knife into Gelatin's shoulder.

Gelatin screeched and held his shoulder. Woody ran out of the room.
"Chill out only just stabbed you. Human outside object inside," Blocky shrugged.
"I, I think that was a spiritual statement," Gelatin stuttered. Blood was being absorbed into his shirt.
"Uh oh. Oh gosh! I'm sorry," Blocky covered his mouth with a new found anxiety.

Match got out of her seat and walked over.
"Let me like, see," Match said.
The butter knife was at least an inch in, but the blood wasn't running very quickly.
"Should I pull it out?" Gelatin asked.
"No. Uh, we should leave it in. If we like, try to pull it out it could get worse," Match said warily, "We should like, take him to the hospital."
"Oh dear," Lightning said.

"After we eat," Pencil spoke up. Match looked to her, "We already ordered just let us eat and then we can take Gelatin to the hospital."
Match looked back to Gelatin.
"Will you be ok?" Match asked him.
"I think..." Gelatin didn't want everyone to be mad at him for goofing off, but he couldn't move his arm.
"Just sit down you'll be fine," Pencil said.

Gelatin sat back down in his seat, and so did Blocky. The entire restaurant was quiet for a moment, but talking started up again quickly amongst the objects and the humans. Match got up to go find Woody, who was standing outside.

The snow was still falling, and the wind was howling.
"Hey bud," Match came to him gently, "Gelatin's ok, let's just go inside where it's warm yeah?"

Woody thought about it.
At the same time something in Match's pocket buzzed.
"Hmm?" Match took a cell phone out of her pocket and looked at the screen. The home screen had a meme of two angry women pointing at a cat sitting at a table. The women were labeled 'Josie' and the cat was labeled 'Ball'.

"Huh?" Match looked past the meme and to the information her phone displayed. A text from a 'Mom' was illuminated. It said 'WHERE ARE YOU!?!'
It seemed urgant. Match could almost hear the voice behind it, and it sounded sad and scared and disappointed.