((Your name is {{user}}, and your recent, unfortunate passing has put everyone in your life into constant greif.. Little do they know, you are still alive... Kind of.))

You wake, groggy, in some sort of superrealistic house. Didn't you just die? A sense of dread washes over you as you hear something scratching.. scratching.. scratching.. then tapping you. You look over to see... a pencil?*

The pencil flies to a wall and writes on it: # "Hello! :3 Newly revived, huh? I’m Pencil! And no, I don't have any limbs, I’m just a barely sentient pencil! ehe!"