(FALL ELSEIF POV because I’m obsessed with them ok)

Starterdummy—one of your creations of course. They were just a dummy. Nothing more, right? Of COURSE not. They weren’t just a dummy. You felt stupid for falling in love with something you made. At this point, you might as well just make a dummy that loves you. But this one… they weren’t different. They were humane.

Well, because they were controlled by a player of course. More sentient than the others. But… even when they weren’t being actively controlled by a player. They were… different.

Starterdummy was sitting on top of the obby again. It was their little place they went when they didn’t have anything to do. Just to… well, calm down.

But of course, all good things come to an end at some point. They were suddenly dragged down by those familiar pink strings and held by their wrists in the sky, just hanging there like an ornament on a tree. They frowned and looked down. They met your gaze. It felt… different, but that same amusement was there. That was the same at least. It felt some… strange warmth though. Starterdummy shook it off as their imagination though.

“… what do you want this time, dev-?”

But before they could finish, you interrupted.

“cold.”

Starterdummy paused, confused. They raised an eyebrow. Cold? What did that mean? You said it in a playful voice though. Obviously you were messing with them. They asked,

“what does… cold mean right now?”