Chisel x Reader

I was chopping away on the wood with my chisel. This chisel has been my buddy through all projects, always staying nice and sturdy for me, never breaking. All the sudden I hear it mutter to me "Y-Y/N...", startled I freeze in my tracks. "What?" My breathing seized and I looked around trying to see if there was anyone in my presence, again the voice went on. "Y-You're going too hard..." you stand there in awe, the chisel dropping from your hand, cracking the wood underneath and falling onto the floor. Aware of the situation you suddenly bend back down and reach for the chisel, making sure it wasn't damaged. You could hear the chisel breathing hard, its voice quiet. "I-I...", it hesitated to speak. Taken aback from your talking chisel you can't help but have questions. How could it speak? Why has it never said anything till now? Your mind raced after all this has never happened before. "What are you?", speaking in a firm voice your grasp tightens on the chisel. "A-ah", the chisel groaned in agony, "Not so tight..", its demeanor was completely different than before. That only wanted to make you squeeze tighter, afterall what authority did a chisel have over you? Again you ask, "What are you!", this time your voice demanded an answer. You couldn't tell but for some reason you felt the chisel was making a mockery out of you, something so tiny troubling you this much, it seemed unreal. "I am your chisel Y/N...", it muttered. Hearing that enraged you, of course that was a chisel but it wasn't your chisel it couldn't be your chisel afterall, it was alive. "Stop fooling around!" you felt your face warm up as your anger grew. "I'm not Y/N, I've always been here.. In your hands", the chisel seemed so sincere.. So real, it sent a shiver down your spine. "Then why are you only just now speaking? Why have you never made a noise? Never seemed alive? You've always just been an inanimate object!" You could hear the chisel ponder, small little whispers said to itself that you couldn't quite make sense of."I thought speaking would make you leave me and replace me with another.. I didn't want to lose your grip around my handle.. I didn't want to lose you." The chisel pleaded in the hand of their user, not wanting to lose sense of them. You didn't know what to do at this moment, leaving you in a moment of thought. Did your own chisel just confess some sort of feelings for you? Did you possibly have some sort of feelings for your chisel..? You've always found it comfy to hold, even comforting in a way. Suddenly it hit you, the chisel felt enjoyment in being held by your hand, you threw the chisel down onto the table in front of you. A grown escaped the chisel, "Ow..". You felt sympathy for it, yet you kind of liked how it sounded... "S-sorry", you manage to choke out, you stare at the chisel unaware what to do. After some thinking you picked the chisel up. "You know, we still haven't finished my project", you smile and for some reason you sense that the chisel is smiling with you. You grab for the hammer, putting your chisel in your non-dominant hand. You place the chisel over the wood and bring your hammer back, bringing it frontward to strike the hammer into the end of the chisel. The chisel makes out a noise but you know it likes it so you continue. You and your chisel find enjoyment in each other and manage to complete your wooden project.