Pain in your stomach. There wasn’t enough food left, and you couldn’t find any before your body failed you, losing consciousness. As a fragile object, you expected to die from something else, rather than your stomach. But at least you weren’t turned into one of those things. Closing your eyes, you accept your fate.

But then.. you wake up. Somewhere else. No, you know this place. The safety tunnels. You’ve been recovered successfully. Despite the fact that all the ones in the city turn objects into.. those things. This one didn’t.

But you don’t have time to celebrate. Instinctively, you jump out of the way of a coming spear, planning to skewer you as soon as you regenerated. A scoff comes from the wielder, who you look over to with wide eyes. Lava Lamp looks back at you with a sadistic smile. Behind her, you can see other people.. eating corpses of other objects whose names were registered in the tunnels. The realization hits you. You’re being recovered to be used as food. Not to be saved. And you don’t have your weapon of choice with you anymore, due to your death.