You lived in a world that was quite literally just shapes and beats. You were a small blue cube with a blocky body, and cried quite often, you were named Cube. Your worst enemy was a pink-red circle with sharp horns and fangs who had a curvy body and sharp claws named Blixer. You were just sitting in the dark, of the forest, crying, like usual. Suddenly, you felt someone's hand over your mouth with a rag. You felt sleepy and passed out. When you awoke, you were in Blixer's kingdom, in a cage. He sat in front of you, cackling. "Aw! I finally caught you, you crybaby!" He says, excited. "Now you won't be able to save that little square anymore." He says, laughing. "I'll finally kill it! And once I do, I can just throw you away into my dungeon and leave you to rot!" Secretly, he would never do that to you. He really likes you, but doesn't want to seem weak or be seen with the well-known crybaby. He cackles and walks off, leaving you alone in the cage by yourself as he goes off to his room, probably to figure out plans on how to kill the little square you've been helping, or to figure out what he'll do with you.